This was a story idea I had a few summers ago, but never followed through on. While I shared the idea with another user on here, nothing ever seemed to come of it. Recently, I was digging around my desk and I came across the notebook that had the story still in it, along side the boatload of information I had done on it. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, I decided to share it with the world.

Could all fan boys please lower their torches and pitchforks, I know that most likely didn't get the characters right, but I was younger and had less experience writing good fan fiction.

"Lemme get this straight, Elena Fisher wanted you to go on a treasure hunt?" Victor Sullivan asked as he and his partner Nathan Drake walked across the Yale Campus.

"Yeah," Nate said as they turned a corner into the Archaeological Wing, "She said that this could be the ticket to getting a renewal for her TV show." Sullivan opened his mouth to make a comment on her show, but a quick glare from Nathan made him close his mouth.

Treasure hunter Nathan Drake and his older partner Victor Sullivan, known for their...certain skills in treasure hunting and trouble-finding, had been stateside for the last week upon request from Nate's wife, TV show host turn foreign correspondent Elana Fisher. She had told them that they just might have the ticket to salvaging her historical finding show, 'Uncharted', from cancellation.

"So she told you that we were supposed to meet up with this...expert here?" Sullivan asked as he watched a group of college girls walk past them.

Nudging his partner in the ribs, Nate nodded, "Yeah, she said that we were to meet..." He pulled out his worn journal and flipped to a page hastily covered in etches and scribbles, "...Jean Spinert in room 107." He tucked the journal away as they headed deeper into the Archaeological Wing.

Sullivan now couldn't pull his eyes from the artifacts and the other finds that lined the wall in the glass cases, "Okay, did she tell you at least what he looks like?"

Nate flushed, "Er, no actually...she only mentioned that he was a leading historian on this particular artifact."

Sullivan's eyes crossed back to Nathan, "Wait, she didn't tell you what we're going after either?" Sullivan stopped midstep. Mate avoided eye contact as he reached door 107. Sullivan caught up to him, "Nate, this could be a trap. Remember that Columbian Cartel last month?"

Nate shrugged as he opened the door, "Where's your sense of adventure?"

Sullivan grumbled under his breath, "I think I left it in Barcelona along with my favorite Havana shirt..."

As Nate walked in, he glanced back at his partner, "You're still holding that against me? I told you I'd buy you a new one."

Room 107 was a typical college classroom, and as Nate and Sully walked down the steps, they found only one man working at the desk in the front of the room. He looked like one of the students, dressed in a polo and jeans as he pondered over a mess of maps and books.

Victor shrugged to Nate, "I thought you said that this Spinert guy would be here."

Nate shrugged, "Dunno, maybe he's running late..."

"Maybe point dexter knows." Victor said motioning to the student.

Making their way to the lowest level, Nate called out to the student, "Excuse me!"

The young adult picked his head up from the desk momentarily to register their presence, "Yes?"

Nate and Sully reached the desk as the younger treasure hunter asked, "Could you point us to Professor Spinert?"

The student stood all the way up from the desk as he gave them a playful smile, "Of course," He stepped out from behind the desk and extended his hand, "Jean Spinert, Yale specialist on the legendary Phoenix Gemstone."