All right anyone who reads this I need some help. You see no one knows Talbots first name so I'm gonna make one up and I would like some suggestions so let me know through a PM or REVIEW

Charter 1: Nate's P.O.V Meeting Sully (Sully 32, Cara 13, Nate 13)

Weary with hunger and lack of sleep I stumbled after Victor Sullivan. I didn't trust the man and I had no idea where we were going so I tried to stay alert. It was hard but I made it all the way to a small house. Going through the front door Sullivan practically pushed me onto his couch. Trying but failing to stay awake I faded into dreams. I hated that I let my guard down but I couldn't help it.

Cara

"Who is he?" I asked in an angry whisper.

"I saved his life and he has nowhere to go."

"We are not running a fucking orphanage."

"Just let him stay a while alright kiddo." I threw a glare at the boy asleep on the couch. He had short brown hair and a slim completion. Weak and helpless that was the last thing we needed. With a snarl I stalked away going into the back yard. Taking a big breath I plopped down on the grass and pulled out my sketchbook. With ease I began to draw it always seemed to relive my stress. I drew a picture of the boy but older holding a shot gun. (I don't own the pose found it on Google) It turned out pretty good.

"Is that supposed to be me?" The boy asked behind me. I raised an eyebrow he was quiet.

"An older version of you I think."

"It's pretty good how long have you been drawing?"

"Since I was little I guess. I've got a bunch of sketchbooks full of drawings."

"If I asked nicely would you pose for me?" Turning around in surprise I searched his face for any kind of jest.

"Alright what kind of pose would you want me to do?"

"Just like you are." I was in a crouching position and my hair was swaying in the wind. I nodded and he flipped open a beat up sketch book.

His lips pursed in concentration and he began. After about an hour my legs began to ache. "Can we take a break?" I asked.

With realization he quickly responded, "Yea sure." Standing I stretched. "So what's your name?" He asked me.

"Cara."

"Are you related to Sully?"

I looked away not sure if to tell him who I was, He seemed nice and all but could I trust him. Well I'll give it a shot, "Yes I'm Cara Sullivan his only child." The boy smiled.

"I'm Nathan Drake."

"Are you of any relation to Francis Drake?"

"Yes his only descendent."

"Sic Parvis Magna." I spoke in a perfect accent for the language.

"Greatness from small beginnings."

"Perhaps that is us. Maybe we shall achieve greatness one day."

"We can only dream."

"I like you Nate. I believe you might actually help this family. Hell I'm up for anything."

A few years later (Sully 35, Cara and Nate 15)

"Run!" I ran faster than ever before as the sound of gun fire sounded behind us. Dad always seemed to get us in this kind of mess. Grabbing Nate's hand I whipped around a corner running straight into one of the men we were running from. Grabbing me I tried to kick him. It was useless I couldn't escape. Nate came out of nowhere and tackled the guy. The man had a knife, about to cry out in warning someone else tried to snatch me. Turning I kicked him and looked back at Nate to find blood running down his arm. Pulling out my own knife I rammed it into the mans side.

Taking Nate's hand again I began to pull him away. He was gritting his teeth and his eyes whipped around in panic. We had been cornered. Putting a hand on my waist he shoved me behind him. My cheeks heated a little at the gesture. "Nate are we going to die?"

"I hope not but even if it's a small possibility I want to do this before I die." He kissed me then both of us having our first kiss there at gun point. A shot fired and I waited for the pain. Opening my eyes slowly I saw one of the men fall soon all of them were on the ground.

Above us I heard Dad shout, "Don't you mess with my family." He had a gun in one hand the other was flipping them off and in his mouth was a lit cigar. I began to laugh. Through all of this and he was smoking. He walked up to us placing a hand on Nate's shoulder he examine it. "This will need stitched. Cara can do you up when we get back to the car." Both of us blushed at his wording. He chuckled and led us to the car. As dad walked ahead Nate slipped his hand in mine and grinned. My blush grew but I kept hold on his hand. I saw dad smile and I knew he knew.

He may play dumb with everyone else but I knew him too well for that. Nate was smiling a huge smile. The pain from his arm forgotten with being able to hold my hand. Grinning I slipped into the back seat of our stolen Mercedes. Dad drove a few miles before pulling over so I could doctor Nate.

Flinching at the sight of the needle he looked away as it punctured the skin. My other hand went to his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Once it was stitched and bandaged we took off again. "Where to now?" I asked.

"I was thinking Peru."

"Alright Peru it is."

"I actually don't like Peru." Nate put in.

"Live with it Nate."

"Really we got arrested there 3 months ago. At least wait a while longer."

"That was your own damn fault kid." Dad injected.

"Sorry Dad but that was your fault. You were the one that made him pick pocket that old lady for lunch."

"I was hungry."

"That's nice."

"I bailed him out."

"You got him there in the first place."

That's true Sully."

"Shut up you two love birds."

"Dad!"

"Sully!" Nate and I said in unison. He laughed and looked away.

"I'm just stating the obvious but damn I couldn't be happier. Can I come to the wedding?" I slapped myself in the face and groaned he was never going to let this go was he.

"Congratu-fucking-lations." I snarled. My cheeks were a fierce shade of scarlet. Right now I wanted to blow away in the wind.

"Ignore him Cara." Nate said rubbing my knee. Leaning down he kissed me. Dad opened his mouth to say something when I flipped him off. We sure were one strange family.