Well, hello ladies and germs. This is my first ever fanfic after reading fanfiction for so long I've decided to start writing. I am working on a novel right now (have been since 2008 to be honest) and I've decided to stop waiting and start writing small stories here.

Please review my work so I can see if my writing is good enough. I have been trying to find as many people as I can to review my novel once it is finished. Guess I'm doing the same thing here.

I am open to all constructive criticism so please be civil and as detailed as you desire.

Hope you enjoy it.

This story takes place 10 years after Uncharted 4's Epilogue. I was inspired by a song I was listening to called Riding to New York by Passenger.

I thought well I love this song and I love Uncharted how can I make a story out of it and out came this.

:D

CHAPTER ONE

Nathan Drake hated hospitals. It reminded him of his age and he did not like that. Made him think of things he no longer could do. Made him reminisce over the past at every opportunity. Made him remember his failures. His failure to being a good father to Cassie. His failure to being a good husband to Elena. His failure of no longer being the daredevil, adventurous soul he once lived for. Was he just being too hard on himself? Elena not once ever showed signs of unrest being with Nate. She always mentioned that she felt lucky to find someone who matched her soul. Her soul mate: Nate.

Maybe he should have listened to Sam. He always went on and on about how he will miss the adventure after 10 years of searching treasure in the most uncharted of places around the world.

Nate stopped putting his body in the line five years ago. He smiled to himself look at him now: A fifty something year old man waiting in a hospital for the doctor to call him for his appointment. He knew that he just had to make peace with the fact that the past is gone. Nothing can be done about that. You just make peace and accept the things you can't change. Look forward to the new challenges that old age would bring. Sure, dying of boredom in a hospital will never be like being chased by crazy South African mercenaries in the mountains of Libertalia. But it was good to actually have some time where he can just relax. No noise, no mayhem and no killing.

"Mr Drake?"

"Yep" he said standing up and walking into the office.

"You're test results have come in," the doctor spoke once they were seated; "it is just as thought it would."

"Do you people actually love saying stuff like that?" Nate asked sarcastically

"Mr. Drake, your liver is at a fatal stage," the doctor ignored him "your body no longer will be able to hold you. Due to heavy alcohol misuse, your liver will cease to function. We just don't know when. Best thing I can tell you is to see the rest of your time in peace and do the things that make you happy."

Well that was blunt. Nate seriously thought that doctors must love saying stuff like that. He wondered if one of the tests in their course is to state the obvious and to have some kind of personality test of masochism. Yes, you are just sick in the head enough to be a doctor.

Nate walked out of the hospital. He knew this was coming Nate but it still doesn't make it any less devastating feeling. What should he do now? When was the last time he saw Cassie? Wasn't it last Christmas? Nate got annoyed that his memory was starting to forget the basic things that once made him think that you would need a fork to delete off his memory.

Maybe it's a good time to reconnect with my daughter, Nate thought. He wanted to make sure that if he failed her, and it wasn't just him thinking that, then he would seek to repair that mistake. She had a family of her own now, all grown up, Nate's little baby girl.

Nate called Cassie and told her that he wants to see them and he would be in New York in a few days. Cassie, much to Nate's surprise, was ecstatic and said that finally Nate would be able to see her son. Nate ended the call and found Sam digging around in his garden. Even in his old age, he refused to just sit down and relax minus that one time in Libertalia.

"Are you done fondling the plants, Sam?"

"No way," he replied wiping the sweat off his head and standing up "you know me"

"Yeah I do and that is what's scaring me"

Sam laughed genuinely.

"So what did the doc say?"

Nate told him in detail about the doctor's consultation and his plan to go and see his daughter one last time and the reason why he wants to.

"Brother," Sam started "you are the only one who isn't seeing that you did the best you ever could for Cassie. If she is a healthy, happy young mother with a fulfilling wife and wonderful family, half of that is because of you."

"And Elena is responsible for the other half" Nate said sadly

"Nathan," Sam sighed "let it go. It's killing you. There's nothing that can be done about Elena and you know it. You've spent the last five years of your life in agony. It's not helping you."

"Maybe you're right," Nate agreed with a sigh of his own "I'll take one of your bikes to see Cassie."

"You are riding all the way to New York?" Sam asked incredulously. Though he shouldn't have been surprised. This is still Nathan Drake.

"Why not?" he said "have you seen the prices of the trains? Plus, I love riding bikes – the freedom, the wind – and before you make any jokes about my age, you know I can still ride. Much better than you and you're older than me!"

"Do you have to bring that up?" he smiled

"You started it" Nate bite back

Nate was on his way out of the door after he had gathered some money and the water he would need for the cross-state travel when Sam was waiting for him by the door. They both knew that this may just be the last time that they will see each other.

"Man," Sam wiped his dry face with his hand "Nathan."
They shared a stare and in that moment they both understood what was going on. One of those magic moments that words would have been too much needed and spoil the mood. Just the wind. The stare.

They embraced and Sam couldn't hold his tears anymore.

"I will miss you" he replied

"Hey! I'm not dead yet!" Nate protested

Sam looked at him and burst out a small laugh.

"Maybe not."

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