Universe: Uncharted, set pre-u1 (wow! That's a new one for me!)

Words: almost 500

Note: Hi I'm dumb also here is some writing that I wrote bc I was playing u1 on crushing and it's v frustrating so I took my frustration out on some light-hearted fanfic, inspired from the terrible signal that Sully and Nate had on the walkie-talkies in u1 haha I find that hilarious

Sully sighed and shut the ancient book he had been searching for information in. He picked up his phone and stared absently at the last of texts. Deciding that it was about time for the kid to check in, he speeddialed Nate's number and put the phone to his ear.

"Yeah?" He answered after three rings.

Sully rolled his eyes, though Nate couldn't see. "Hey, kid, you find anything over there?"

Nate was scouting out some old ruins where the treasure was supposedly last seen over 300 years ago, so not a great lead.

"Nope; place is as dead as its occupants," he reported. "You find anything in those books?"

Sully sighed again. He did that a lot while talking on the phone. "No. Maybe we should-" he began; but was cut off by gunshots ringing out on the line, a curse of "oh shit, now?!" and the notable sound of the phone hitting the floor.

"Nate? What the hell is happening over there?!" he asked urgently. At no reply, he swore under his breath and continued, "Goddammit kid, if you don't answer me I am going to come over there and... well, just answer. Nate! Goddamn it."

The signal cut out and Sully put his phone back on the table, staring at it in worry. He waited one minute before swearing and picking it up again, pressing speed-dial one. The other end didn't even ring before going to voicemail and Sully disconnected the call and put the phone down again, deciding.

He had pretty much made up his mind to get the hell over there and hope he was in time to help the kid, when the phone rung, making his jump. He answered it quickly, taking note of the called ID. "Nate?"

"Hey," was the simple reply, sounding out of breath.

"For Chrissake..." Sully muttered and heard Nate chuckle.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Couple of soldiers caught me by surprise."

Sully raised an eyebrow. "Are these soldiers still with us?" he asked, smirking.

"Cute," Nate commented with a grin, "and no, they are not."

"Good call. I always told you these things were dangerous!"

Nate huffed a laugh. "Yeah, whatever old man. I'm on way back over."

Sully grinned. "Shut up, kid," he replied, but affectionately; it was age-old banter between them.

"Sure thing, viejo."

"I know what that means too!"

"No se moleste, adios!"

"Sera bastante. Llameme tarde!

Translations
(apologies for any wrong spanish, my phrasebook is from the 1970s bc it was from a charity shop! But since I have it, I decided to use it)

*viejo - old man
no se moleste - don't trouble yourself
adios - bye
sera bastante - that will do
llameme tarde - ring me later (literal translation; it means Sully wants Nate to ring him if he runs into more trouble)