It was only a matter of time until I wrote an Uncharted story. This certainly isn't what I expected I'd be writing though! o.O I thought I'd end up writing a story COMPLETELY ABOUT NATE AND ELENA. But alas, it isn't so. I have a lot in store for this fic, so I hope you enjoy and keep reading! XD Oh, and sorry it's so short. I promise the next chapters will be longer...I think. :P

Andrew is an OC that I randomly made up for this chapter...I doubt we'll be seeing him beyond this chapter. Just wanted to clear that up!

RATED T FOR LANGUAGE

Just the Cameraman

Chapter 1

"I don't need a cameraman," she said.

I quickly let my hand drop, knowing that she certainly wasn't going to shake it. I wrung my hands nervously as the producer, Andrew, sighed loudly next to me.

"Yes, you do," the graying man replied dryly. "The channel's sick of you losing our footage, and thus our episodes. So now, you have him to be responsible for the camera." He jabbed a thumb at me to which I responded to with a sheepish grin.

"Those accidents were beyond my control. I don't need a cameraman," she stated calmly, crossing her arms.

"Jeff here's a professional—"

"I'm a professional!" she interrupted, her cool facade shattering. "I've shot all my shows by myself up until now! Andrew, if you just let me—"

"You've lost four cameras in the last month, Fisher," Andrew said, closing his eyes in frustration. "That's four shows that were never aired." She stared at him defiantly, clenching her fists at her sides. With a heavy sigh, Andrew laid a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Elena. It's just business. And besides, he seems like a nice enough guy, right?"

I gave a small smile, tentatively waving my hand. She scowled and threw her head back, groaning. My smile dropped.

Andrew chewed the inside of his cheek thoughtfully, watching us, before announcing, "Welp! I'll just leave you guys to it," and walking away towards the coffee machine.

I desperately wished that he would turn around and walk right back to my side and not leave me alone with this testy woman. But he didn't. So I stared at her for a few minutes before carefully attempting a conversation. "Uh…"

She groaned loudly and collapsed into the desk chair behind her; I didn't push the conversation any farther.

The little cubicle that she now resided in was cluttered with photographs and video tapes, her computer decorated with loud, rainbow Post-it notes. Leaning back farther in the chair, she closed her eyes and rested the heels of her hands on top of them. I wanted to say something, but I didn't want to disturb her. She already didn't seem to like me very much.

"Sorry for my foul mood," she said suddenly, eyes still closed. "Long night. It's not your fault." She opened her eyes and ran a hasty hand through her blond hair before looking up at me.

"S'okay," I assured her, waving her off weakly; I didn't like meeting new people, especially beautiful, blonde ones who had their own TV show.

She simply nodded, gazing at the cubicles around her. "Elena Fisher," she announced suddenly. "Historical reporter and journalist. You?"

"Uh, I'm Jeff," I replied nervously. "Cameraman."

She grinned. "Hi."

"Hi," I greeted quietly, slightly confused by her mood-swings.

She rubbed her eyes viciously before proclaiming, "I need coffee…now."

"Um, okay!" I said, glancing around until my eyes locked on the coffee machine. "Do you want me to—"

"Not that shit Andrew drinks," she snapped, rubbing her eyes again. Suddenly she raised her hands in the air. "Sorry," she mumbled. "I really didn't get enough sleep."

"No one does these days," I said, smirking shyly.

She gave a quick laugh before lifting herself off the chair and grabbing her messenger bag off the floor all in one smooth movement. "Well, come on Jeff the cameraman. There's a Starbucks down the street."

"Right." I stumbled around the office, attempting to gather all of my belongings off the floor.

"Just leave them there," Elena said. "You'll probably be staying here for a while." She grinned and added, "I promise I'm not usually this foul of a person. You were just lucky enough to start work on this day."

"Yeah. You seem really nice on your show," I told her, searching for my wallet in the depths of my backpack.

"I'm always nice on location," she said as I found my wallet and stuffed in my back pocket. "I love my job." Grinning, she quickly added, "Most of the time, at least."

"That's rarely the case," I mused. "Most people simply hate their job all the time. Ready?"

"Yep. Let's go." She walked towards the elevators and pushed the down button. "We shoot our next show in two days: the Zulu people in Africa. Should be fun." She smiled and stepped into the elevator. "I have to order another plane ticket now!"

"Sorry."

She snickered and replied, "Don't be. It's not me paying for it!"

I stepped in next to her and pressed the button for the first floor. "Fair enough."

Grinning, she stared at me. "Maybe it won't be so bad having a cameraman. It'll be nice having someone else to eat bugs with me."

My eyes widened. "Wait, what? I don't have to do all that crazy stuff too, do I?"

"Why wouldn't you have to?" she asked, grinning cheekily. "You're part of the show now too, right?"

I shrugged and answered, "I'm just the cameraman."

CHAPTER 1 END

End of Chapter 1. WOOH! YEAH! HAPPINESS! I hope you guys enjoyed it. Please review! Constructive criticism is LOVE! XD Thank you all so much, and I hope you stick around for Chapter DOS! Look, I used Spanish. That makes me cool. *shot*

Lexicer.