***Spoilers if you haven't played Uncharted 4 yet***

So it's been a while since I've posted a story on here. Since playing Uncharted 4 I've been writing snippets of stories that keep popping into my head but this is one of my favourites so far.

This is the scene after Nate and Sam fight with Nadine. Instead of Sam being the one to get shot I wanted it to be Nate. He always seems to get hurt in the games but recovers too quickly for my liking so I'm making sure he suffers a little in this... (Evil grin) Of course there'll be some comfort to go along with it. Not from Elena though because... ugh!

I've used quite a bit from the scene itself to start off with but it will become more my own as it progresses.

Well thanks for getting this far :D hope you like it and please feel free to leave me a review, any mistakes are my own.

I own nothing :(

Nate crawled towards the gun that lay just a few feet away but before he could reach it he received a hard kick to his right side making him fall onto his back with a loud groan. Sam saw his opportunity and grabbed the gun.

Lying on his back, Sam aimed the gun at Nadine. "You're fast" He said slowly standing up. "But you're not that fast."

Nadine looked at Nate who was just getting up off the floor, his hands on his knees catching his breath. She smiled knowing she'd hurt him.

Nate looked at his brother who still had the pistol aimed at Nadine. "Hey, forget about her. C'mon, we gotta get out of here before they- Shit." Nate sighed as Rafe came running towards them with three of his men following close behind, guns in hands.

Sam grabbed Nadine pulling her back towards him, his gun aimed at her temple.

Nate tried to calm the situation before it got out of hand. "Whoa, whoa, whoa." Nate began, stepping forwards to get between his brother, Nadine and a very annoyed looking Rafe. "Everybody just... Just calm down, okay?"

Rafe ignored Nate and aimed his gun towards Samuel. "Well this is interesting."

Nate looked at his brother feeling a surge of panic. "Samuel."

"Put your guns down! All of you!" Sam shouted pushing the gun further into Nadine's head.

"No." Rafe said simply.

Nadine raised her hands up further. "Rafe, this guy's on edge."

"Oh, don't worry about him, Nadine. These guys don't kill in cold blood. It's just not their style." Rafe stood calm raising his gun a little higher.

"You willing to bet her life on that?" Sam asked.

Rafe called his bluff. "Go ahead then. Shoot her."

"Sam-" Nate looked at his brother silently begging him to stop making the situation worse.

"I die, you both die." Nadine told the brothers.

"So be it." Sam gritted his teeth, finger hovering dangerously over the trigger. Rafe had moved closer to the elder brother. "Not another step!"

"You mean... like this?" Rafe asked walking towards him.

Nate moved closer to Sam. "Sam... put the gun down."

"I warned you." Sam said ready to pull the trigger.

"Do it!" Rafe taunted.

"Rafe!" Nate shouted trying to stop Rafe from shooting his brother. He quickly turned to Sam and wrestled the gun from him allowing Nadine a chance to get away, hoping the situation would now calm down. "It's done!" Nate said holding his hands up in surrender.

"Hold your fire! Don't shoot!" Rafe told his men. He turned to Drake. "Put it down." He said gesturing to the gun in Nates hand.

Nate tossed the gun to the floor taking a step back. "It's done. Okay? It's done"

Nadine grabbed Nates discarded gun and walked behind Rafe. "Don't worry Nadine. It's not their style." She said mimicking what her 'partner' had said earlier.

"What can I say I didn't think he had it in him." Rafe said approaching Sam with a smile. "Samuel." You okay?" He asked brushing off the dirt on his shoulders. "I guess you knew this moment was coming, huh?" He bought his fist back and punched Sam hard in the face making the elder Drake brother fall to the floor.

Nate took a step towards Sam. "Hey!" Rafe aimed his gun towards Nate." C'mon, man. You already got us. Take it easy."

Sam pushed himself onto his hands and knees and Nate wished he'd just stay still.

Rafe lowered his gun from Nate and glanced at Sam.

"C'mon now, you're a business man. Lets just... work out a deal" Nate hated having to try and reason with this asshole.

"Oh, a deal. Oh yeah, I'd love to hear what you have in mind." Rafe started before walking over to Sam and kicking him hard in his face. The elder Drake fell hard onto his back with a harsh cough.

Rafe began pacing. "Oh, you can go ahead. I'm listening."

"All right." Nate paused while he helped Sam to his feet. "We'll help you find it."

"And in exchange, I let you live?"

"Yeah. That... and a small cut..."

Rafe laughed. He looked at his henchmen nodding and gestured to Nate. "The gauchos on this guy."

Nate stepped forward. "Just enough to get him his freedom, okay?"

Rafe stared at him confused. "His freedom?"

"Nathan-" Sam looked at his brother, his eyes full of guilt.

Nate held out his hand to stop Sam talking. "Yeah. He did hard time." He gestured to himself and Rafe. "Our time. And the guy who broke him out, Hector Alcazar, he owes him a lot of money."

Rafe waved his hand in disbelief. "Whoa. What the hell are you talking about, Nate? Hector Alcazar died in a shootout in Argentina like six months ago. I'm the one that got Samuel out."

Nate looked at Sam confused. "What-?"

Sam couldn't look at his brother.

Rafe smiled. "Ohhhhh." He looked at Nadine and back to the two brothers. "Wow. What did he tell you?" He asked with a huge grin on his face.

Sam rubbed his face and frowned suddenly finding something interesting to look at on the floor.

"Sam, what kind of story did you cook up? Alcazar? Really? You lied?" Rafe walked closer. "You lied to your baby brother?"

"We're wasting time." Nadine told Rafe annoyed.

"Just a second." Rafe pointed at Nadine for interrupting him before turning back to the matter at hand. "Thing is, Nate, I never stopped looking for Avery's treasure. I just kept running into these dead ends." He said laughing. "You know? And then I hear that dear ol' Samuel Drake an authority on Avery- is alive and somewhat well." He paused to give Nate a chance to keep up. "There was no breakout. I bribed the prison warden and your brother, he just waltzed right out the front gate." He slowly walked closer to Nate as he spoke." He spent the last two years tracking down the second St. Dismas Cross. And you know what? He did it all with me."

"No." Nate said closing his eyes.

"Oh yeah." Rafe smiled. If he was being honest, he was loving this.

Nate stepped back. "No, that's bullshit."

Rafe walked towards Nadine and his men. "Oh Sam? Care to refute?"

Nate looked between Sam and Rafe waiting for his brother to tell him Rafe was a lying bastard. But Sam wouldn't look at him and Nate knew. "Aw, Sam." He shook his head in disbelief. "Ah, Jesus no, no..."

Sam finally looked at Nate and began walking towards him. "Listen, Avery's treasure was ours..."

Nate stepped back.

"It was always ours." Sam continued, attempting to grab Nates arm.

Nate shoves him hard. "No! I left my life for you!" He shouted dropping his hand and taking another step back before looking at Rafe.

Rafe laughed and clapped his hands. "Hey look, look, Nate, If it's any consolation, he duped me too. He pulled a Houdini on me. He bought you... and that old man into the mix. And I cannot lie, Sam, that really..." He shook his gun at Sam and moved closer. "Pissed me off. But you know... it's all behind us now."

Sam stepped towards him. "You don't deserve it."

Rafe looked between the brothers. "You do? Last I checked we're all a bunch of thieves... digging around where we shouldn't."

Nadine approached Rafe once again. "Rafe."

"What?"

"One way or another end it. Or I will."

Rafe raised his gun towards the brothers. "Well, you heard the lady." He aimed his gun at Sam.

Nate stepped forward. "Hey, you miss one clue and you can kiss that treasure goodbye. You said it yourself; you keep running into dead ends. Why don't you face it Rafe? You need us."

Rafe lowered his gun as if contemplating what Nate had said. "Yeah, you're right... You're half right... I just need Sam." He moved his gun towards Nate, finger ready to shoot.

Nate held out his hand to stop him. "Wait now, you're making a mistake, you got-"

Sam interrupted him. "Rafe, don't! Rafe, don't, don't, listen-!"

Before Sam could interfere Rafe pulled the trigger and shot Nate in the left side of his chest. He fell backwards off the edge of the cliff smacking his head on the way down and was knocked unconscious. His body slammed into the water below and he was slowly dragged along with the current until he came to a stop half a mile from where he'd landed. His bullet wound slowly seeping blood into the clear water.

UNCHARTED 4

Sam watched as his brother disappeared over the edge of the cliff. He quickly lunged forward landing hard on his chest; arms reaching to grab for a body that he knew wouldn't be there. He could see down to the water below him and caught a glimpse of his brothers body landing into the water hard. Unsure of where he'd been shot and not even knowing if he was alive Sam jumped to his feet and faced a grinning Rafe and threw all of his energy into punching the bastard hard in the face.

Rafe fell backwards and Nadine aimed her gun towards Drake threatening to pull the trigger any second.

Rafe was on his hands and knees spitting blood from his mouth. "Nadine, put the gun down."

Nadine looked at Rafe before slowly lowering her gun.

Sam didn't know what to do, every ounce of him wanted to jump over the cliff edge and find his brother but he had a feeling as soon as he turned his back he'd have a bullet lodged in it. Still; it was worth the risk.

Before Sam had chance to move Rafe was up on his feet walking towards him. "Don't do anything stupid Samuel." He warned. "I have no problem sending you down there to be with your brother but we both know it won't be the fall that kills you." He held up his pistol to show exactly what he meant. "We've got a treasure to find."

"Fuck you!" Samuel spat.

Rafe sprung forward hitting Sam hard in the face with the butt of his gun. Sam instinctively bought his hands up to his face; he could taste the blood pooling in his mouth. He didn't see the next blow coming but he sure as hell felt it, this time the gun was slammed into the side of his head once, twice and by the third time Sam was on the ground lying flat on his back. The corners of his vision beginning to go black. The last thing he saw was a grinning Rafe. His final thought before he lost consciousness was his little brother and whether he'd ever see him again.

Yikes, guess I forgot to mention there was some hurt Sam in there too because why only hurt one? (lol)

I will try to update as regular as possible

Thanks :)