I always wondered how life would be like for Ellie if her life was normal, if she didn't have the burden of the fact that she is immune, the fact that she can't die from an infection while many others can and already have done. I always wondered who could possibly play the roles of her biological parents in a normal world where she doesn't have to grow up so fast and spend her life surviving, and just... living instead. So I've made a crossover between 'The Last of Us' and 'GTA V' featuring Ellie and Trevor and some of my own characters, maybe other characters you'll recognise later. Why Trevor, some of you may wonder. Well, if you hadn't noticed, Trevor is one tough, brave and crazy guy. Ellie has some of those traits, not as crazy, obviously, but she's pretty tough and brave and doesn't really take any shit from anybody. So read on, you made it this far.
Chapter 1:
The apartment wasn't in the best condition, but you could definitely call it a home. There was an area sectioned off away from the lounge, with an off-white breakfast bar and a few ageing stools, a silver refrigerator sat comfortably in the corner, separating the breakfast bar from the oven and the wooden cabinets above it. A carton of milk looked slightly out of place as it rested on the counter next to the refrigerator. Muffled voices could be heard in the other room if you were stood in the kitchen.
"There is no other way around this, Ellie." A feminine voice told the little girl. The ground wore wooden, brown tiles. In the middle of the tiled flooring, was a corner couch, it was new, because it glowed a frost-white instead of a greying, faded colour like the breakfast bar. A wooden coffee table was positioned in front of it, like it could be used as a foot rest. However, it wasn't used for that purpose.
"Mom, I don't understand why I can't just go with you." The little girl whined, her emerald eyes pleading and demanding as she stared at her mother, who was dressed in a uniform with 'CIA' planted on the front of it. The woman's eyes were also a luxurious green, but whereas her hair was a solid black, stuffed up in a pony tail, the little girl's hair appeared to be an auburn colour, maybe brown. Or both.
"I'm sorry, baby, but mommy has a very important job to be doing, and you need to listen to mommy-"
"No! I can come, I'll be good, I swear-" The little girl was grasped gently by the shoulders as slightly pale hands came to rest upon them.
"Baby, you can't come, it's not" She didn't want to say 'safe' because that would give the seven year old more reason to argue, she struggled for the right word, so decided to restructure her sentence. "It's not suitable for children, there are loads and loads of adults there, and children are not allowed." She tried to reason, and smiled when the child finally gave in, yet her eyes seemed hurt and brave at the same time.
"Fine, but promise to be back soon." She ordered, looking away briefly as she looked down towards the road below through the window. A black car pulled up, causing Ellie's mother to follow her daughter's gaze.
"It's time little one. Now let's go over this one last time. While I'm gone, you'll live with your father, I won't be too long remember, it will take a couple of years at the most, okay? Now that sounds real long, but it will go super quick, I promise." She informed her daughter, and received a shallow nod in response.
They both got into the CIA car and began up the road, for a forty-five minute journey.
"If I remember rightly, it's ah, this one." She pointed to the dusty caravan sat at the end of the road, and got out of the car, stepping onto the dirt surface, coated with sand, the place looked almost like the wilderness, it was a desert. The sun's beams flooded the land with heat, it was so warm that the woman's forehead already had sweat forming on it. Or was that her nerves. She had reminded herself that she hadn't seen this man, supposedly Ellie's father, for seven years. After he found out she was pregnant, he didn't want anything to do with her. Yet right now, she was about to give him the responsibility of her daughter's life. A daughter he hadn't even met, and didn't even really want anything to do with. What was she doing?
She motioned the little red head out of the car and took her hand as soon as she stepped onto the dirt too. She was wearing black and white sneakers and dark blue jeans, with a red jacket. Her hair was also pinned in a pony tail, identical to her mother's hair. She looked up at her mother and sighed.
"Well, you're actually gonna do this, huh?" She stated, half questioning. A neutral expression formed on her face, she didn't know what to feel. The woman thought for a moment, pondering the thought of handing her daughter off to her father. It was like giving her to a random guy and trusting him, but somehow she believed that Ellie would be in safe hands, it was better than letting the CIA look after her, that would be a bad move.
"We don't have much of a choice here, honey, you have to be brave darling, and patient. I promise to be back as soon as I can." She climbed the steps and strode towards the door, almost dragging Ellie behind her. She stared at the door for a moment, what if he rejects my request, what if he's not there? Knock Knock.
Some shuffling could be heard inside, and finally the door swung open, and the man's expression was a mix between anger and surprise. Angry that his ex-girlfriend was at the door, and surprised because there was a little girl beside her, partly hiding behind the older woman though.
"What in the hell is goin-" The man was cut off, and the woman interrupted that deep, naturally angry voice.
"Listen Trevor, I know this is probably the complete opposite of what you wanted, but I need you to look after Ellie, our daughter. It's not really an option for you to say no." She seemed quite stern about this, and Trevor didn't know what to do, why was no not an option? However, he wasn't giving in so easily.
"Oh, darling. You turn up at my door to drop off a fucking kid? What do you think I am, a babysitter. Find someone else!" He demanded, how dare she turn up unexpected, requesting one hell of a job to look after our kid, MY kid. Sure, I'll take the fucking kid off your hands, see ya later.
"I knew you weren't gonna be all for it, but you have to help me, I have no other choice, please Trevor." She pleaded, looking into his brown eyes with a hardened expression.
"Oh, what the fuck." He threw his arms into the air briefly and snickered almost angrily. He thought carefully for a few moments, Oh this is gonna be hell, she can't do this to me after all those years. "I'll do it, but only because there is no other choice, I am going way too fucking soft for my liking." He practically hissed at the woman, then looked at the little girl, who was frowning up at him with those eyes. His face softened only slightly, her frowning at his slight rage made him a little happier, it was as if she wasn't offended by his references to her, or even scared because of who he is.
"I have to leave. Now." She informed both of them, and bent down to kiss the corner of her daughter's mouth. She regained her composure and looked at Trevor, his brown hair stood out in the sun for some strange reason.
"Well then leave, before I throw you at the damn car." he ordered, and with that, the woman smiled and descended the steps towards the dirt again and paced towards the car. They were gone as soon as she stepped in leaving a huff of yellow fog behind. The little girl still frowned at him, wanting to state what was on her mind.
"Don't say bad words, it's naughty." She told him, and he practically laughed to some extent before replying somewhat coldly.
"Listen, I'm your dad, apparently, so you do as I say, when I say it. Not the other way 'round. I can use bad words all I like. Now go on." He ushered the seven year old into the caravan with his spare hand, as the other was still holding open the door. He allowed himself to force a sigh while shaking his head while staring out at the sandy surroundings, he followed after his daughter. This is going to be hell, fuck it.
Hey guys I hoped you liked this, it's my first story and literature isn't my strong point. I couldn't help but imagine Trevor phllips from 'GTA V' being Ellie's father from 'The Last of Us' if Ellie had lived a normal life, so I had to write something, then decided to publish it. Thanks so much for reading, I will write more if people want to see more.