Disclaimer: Don't own any character, they're all Naughty Dog's :] You don't know about my past and
Hey everyone! I'm trying to write in English… That is very difficult to me, since I'm Brazilian, so I hope you can forgive me :]
Please let me know if you read it, if you liked or if you hated it ok?
I heard glee singing the Celine Dion's song "taking chances" (I know it's creepy) and the lyrics totally fitted Nate and Elena's relationship after Drake's Fortune.
This is a "cover" that I came up with, hope you enjoy.
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I don't have the future figured out
and maybe this is going too fast
and maybe it's not meant to last.
But what do you say to taking chances
what do you say to jumping off the edge
and never knowing if there's solid ground below
or a hand to hold or hell to pay, what do you say?
Nate?" Elena asked for him while knocking on the door. His hotel room was messy, clothes and papers everywhere.
"Hey, had a nice sleep?" he asked her. "I guess you can't complain 15 hours of sleep, right?" Elena answered, with a little laugh. "Yeah, guess not" he was laughing too. "So, I was wondering if you are going to the hotel special evening… Sound dumb, but I waned to ask." She asked him, with a thoughtful expression. "Well… I don't know, I mean, we're staying here for a week anyway. I'm guessing Sully will go, he wouldn't miss an event with free drinks and goodlooking-youngladies. Are you going?" He asked back at her. "Well I think I'm going to enjoy all the free time that I have… I won't be able to feel free to be happy when I go back to my job with no story and no camera." "Yeah… Sorry about your story…" He was saying while he was scratching the back of his head. "No problem, you still owe me one." She said blinking one eye and stepping away. She stopped a few inches before the door, turned around and looked at him. "Uh… Nate?" "Yeah?" he answered. "You have conditioner on your ear." She laughed and got out of the room. Nate made sure that he was going to towel his ear well the next time he had just got off a shower.
Elena got back to her room, wondering what the hell she was going to say to her boss about her story. "Well, I was falling from an ancient bridge… I had to choose between my story and my life!" Ha-ha, very funny. The man wouldn't believe her, an neither she waned him to, after all, she couldn't tell anyone about the secretly haunted treasure… She was in a delicate situation. She decided to think about that later. Now she was going to organize her stuff in her room. Her hotel room was a mess too. Was three doors away from Nate's, but looked like his. Her papers and stuff were all over the place, she didn't have the time to organize them, she was too busy sleeping after a hell of a day that included ancient zombies, ancient gold and modern pirates.
I'm going to stay in this hotel for a week, I better make this room livable. She started to organize her stuff and when she thought everything was in the right place she realized that she needed a shower. So she went to a hot water therapy.
Nate didn't mind his stuff all over the place. I'm staying here for a week, a hole week… That gives me 6 days off no worrying about-it. So he went down to the hotel bar, hoping he could find Sully hitting on some twenty lady. And when he entered the bar he realized that he knew his old friend just too well. There was Sully getting slapped from a pretty young lady. Ouch! Nate thought. Nate came closer to him and asked for a beer. "Don't you get tired off being a jerk to women?" Nate asked. Sully drank his hole tequila and answered "Oh Nate, I'm not a jerk. They just don't know how to appreciate a good move." "Oh, I'm sure your moves are great." Nate replied, laughing with himself. "At least, I'm not the one waiting on for something to happen…" Sully shot back. "Who's waiting on stuff ?" Nate asked perplexed. "Hum, I don't know kid… Maybe my mother. Off course it's you! You just stay still, hoping that someday that Blondie will come her and say: Oh Nate, you're such an Indiana Jones! I think I love you" Sully said enjoying the scene. "Oh come on! That Blondie? Sully that's ridiculous, I'm not waiting on nothing!" Nate said. "Right Nate. Let's pretend you don't get all dazzled when she speaks to you." Sully said happy with Nate's embarrassed reaction. "I don't… She doesn't… We… Ah Sully, you're old! You should stop drinking. " Nate said and lifted up. "If you don't mind, I have better stuff to do in my room than hearing some old man's love conclusions. " "So you admit they're about love!" Sully said laughing. "Go to hell Sully." Nate turned around and walked away, in the elevator's direction. Sully was just laughing with him self, enjoying the pleasant conversation he just had.
"they're about love". Sully is really getting old. Nate thought to himself. On the other hand… Elena does speak well, doesn't she? Suddenly, Nate started to think why women's blond hair shined so much.