On a spur of the moment, I checked the Uncharted fanfics and guess what? I read two really good mini fics, so of course, I opened up Microsoft Word and typed away. Written in thirty mins without a beta-reader, it's a one-shot, don't expect an update, but enjoy. (Darn you fluff!)
Crazy
Elena prepares their tea carefully, intent on making it perfect. Nate steals the moment to stare at her lovely face. A heart shaped filled with dancing eyes, a small, round chin and a rebellious piece of hair always in her face that he always has to resist tucking behind her ear.
She looks up to catch the treasure hunter scrutinizing her; a blush colours her cheeks the shade of soft, rose petals. She walks over to him carefully, trying not to spill the hot drinks. As she gives him the mug, he closes his rough hands over her smooth ones. Their eyes lock, blues meeting browns. Her breath catches as he places gentle kisses on her fingers.
A breath of wind blows against the house, banging a shutter closed; the fragile moment breaks. He takes his tea and she sits down. They sit in silence, enjoying the fact that there's nothing to do, no one to save - or kill. Drake looks at this frustrating, stubborn, unruly, lovely, intelligent, kind-hearted, amazing woman, and knows he can spend the rest of eternity with her happily.
She adjusts her chair so the sun strikes her face. His heart stutters at her utter beauty as she sits there, looking for all the world like an angel, his angel. He fingers Francis' ring absentmindedly. The familiar worn edges, chips, bumps and other landmarks that it's earned over its many years since it was made slide under his finger comfortingly.
He pulls it over his head so he can see it. He remembers the day he'd retrieved it eighteen years previous inside the stuffy museum, the fleeing for his life and this ridiculous old man's offer to teach him the things he needed to know.
He smiles wistfully; the ring and him have had a good run, but it's time to give it up. He stands slowly, not entirely sure of himself yet. Elena's eyes track him as he steps around the table to be in front of her. His gaze is directed down at the ring for a moment more, before he kneels in front of her on one knee.
He takes her hands in his slowly, savoring the moment, keeping every piece of it perfectly memorized. He carefully slips the ring on to her left hand, onto her delicate finger.
"Marry me?" he whispers it to her quietly, lovingly.
"You're crazy," he smiles and kisses her hand once more.
"Maybe, does it matter?" she throws back her head to laugh softly, a tinkling of bells.
"I guess not," she pulls him up to kiss him once softly on the lips. He pulls her into his warm embrace. With her head buried in the perfect nook of his neck, she gives him her answer.
"Of course."
Revies are welcome, if you see an error, let me know so I can fix it. Please and thank you.
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