UNCHARTED: ETERNAL YOUTH
Prologue

Summary: When a mysterious suited man shows up at Victor Sullivan's doorstep with a briefcase full of cash, Sully and Drake agree to go on one last heist while managing to stumble across something a whole lot bigger in the process.
What exactly is the suited man up to and what's with all the guys in black trench coats?


He was both physically and mentally exhausted. It felt like the fight had been going on for hours, but in reality, he knew it had only been a couple of minutes.
Nathan Drake dodged a right hook by dropping to the ground. He looked up at the man he was currently fighting. If he wasn't so drained, he would have said they were evenly matched, but today, his opponent had the advantage.
Nate rolled across the mossy ground, narrowly avoiding a foot smashing down on his face.
"You cannot stop me, Drake! I hired you! You work for me!"
"Not anymore, pal." He grabbed the man's ankle and pulled him to the ground, while managing to stumble to an upright position in the process. "I stopped working for you the second I found out what you were up to!"
The unknown man jumped to his feet and pulled a small knife from his pocket, holding it to Nates' throat. He put his hands up slowly and backed up into the wall, knife still in place.
"Well, you sure get to the point quickly." Nate chuckled nervously.
His opponent said nothing.
"Get it? Point? Knifes? They're pointy?"
He jabbed the knife and Nate took a sharp breath.
Nate spotted a familiar figure looming over his shoulder and relief washed over the worn out fortune hunter.
Victor Sullivan nodded at Nate who began to stall as the older man crept closer.
"So... I guess you like jaaARGHbbing that thing into my neck then, huh?"
"Enough with the chit-chat, Drake! This time I'll-"
WHAM!
A whack to the head from Sully and he was out like a light.
"You won't be doing a god damn thing."
Nate stepped over the unconscious form and held a hand to his neck, which was now bleeding lightly from the miniscule hole caused by the knife.
"Thanks, Sully. I actually thought he had me there for a moment."
Sully laid a heavy hand on his back and the two began to walk away from the body on the ground.
"For a moment, kid, I did too. You like crap."
"Uh, thanks for the confidence boost..."
"Really, kid. You feelin' okay?"
"Yeah. I'm just ti-"
Nates eyes widened and his mouth hung open.
"I'm sorry, Drake."
Sully turned around to see the man pulling a bloody knife from Nates' back, his face vacant of all emotion.
"But I've come too far to fail now."
He let his hand drop and turned around, limping away from the scene.
Nates' knees gave way. Sully caught him and gently lowered him to the ground.
"Nate? Can you hear me, kid?"
His eyelids began to flutter.
"Nate?"
"Nate! Nathan!"


Hello, reader.
I've recently gotten into the Uncharted Series and needless to say, I love it.
This is my first Uncharted fan fiction so please let me know if something doesn't make sense, if someone is out of character, or if there are any mistakes in spelling or grammar.
According the 'Unchartered 3: Drakes Deception' guide, Elena and Nate got married in between Among Theives and Drakes Deception, however in this fic, they're engaged.
I'll try to update as often as possible but unfortunately, I don't have regular internet access.
Thanks for reading and feedback is always appreciated.

Temporal Abnormalities.