From the popular pages of tumblr to the FanFiction website. A friend of mine recommended me to post my story here. I'm really excited, but also nervous to show you guys my writing.

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Chapter 1: Back from the dead

"So, Y/N, what is your biggest dream?"
"I'll be an adventurer!"
"Oh wow my dear. That is a wonderful dream. Are you after something big?"
"I want to explore the world! See beautiful places and find treasure!"
"Ah, so you want to be a pirate?"
"No miss Alister! It's not called pirate. It's called a treasure hunter!"
"Right, well maybe you should focus on something you can actually achieve."

With the words of your kindergarten teacher in the back of your head you started to sweep the floor at work. It was a cold night, but you felt that your head was all kind of sweaty. So here you were, in your young thirties, living in a small single apartment in Brooklyn and still dreaming of your so-called treasure hunting life.

Or taste a little piece of it at least.

You did get closer to your dream though. Through one of your friends you got this janitor job at Jameson Marine. While you worked there you've met Nathan Drake, a legend among the treasure hunters. You thought that maybe this was your chance! Going on an adventure with the amazing Nathan Drake!

Unfortunately your spark of luck disappeared when he told you he was retired and only looking for a place to settle with his wife, Elena Fisher. Fortunately you became best friends over the years. You told him about your life long dream and he told you stories of his adventures. It was like listening to your grandfather's stories of the war, but then so much more interesting.

Then one day, things got even more interesting.

"Hey Y/N!" Nathan said while entering the hallway that you were currently cleaning. Or apparently you were daydreaming in your overalls with apron and a towel knitted around your head.
"Oh my gosh!" you exclaimed while dropping your broom on the wooden floor.

"I'm so sorry Nathan. I was-"
"Far and away?"
You sighed. "Please don't tell Jameson about this."
"Roger that." Nathan laughed, nodded and walked to his office.
"I'm going to finish some final paper work," he said while opening the door. "Can you lock the front door? I don't need anymore extra files."
"Got it!" you said and you put your broom against the wall.

You grabbed the keys from the front desk and walked to the front door when you saw someone outside. You couldn't make him/her out clearly, but his/her cigarette was lit up in the darkness. While your mind was telling you to ignore this most likely dangerous person, your curiosity told you otherwise. Then: a knock.
YOU were startled and now the person was clear as day in the front window. He was tall with brownish hair and a surprised facial expression. He probably wasn't expecting a girl like you to be here. He was older then you, maybe a few years. Still he was kind of handsome.

"I'm sorry sir, I just wanted to close up shop," you said with a friendly smile.
"Does Nathan Drake work here?" he asked you.
The man looked serious and desperate. You did not really trust him though. "Who's asking?" you said while crossing your arms.
He sighed, looked down and said: "His brother."
You started laughing out loud and grabbed the broom slowly as some kind of weapon.
"Oh right and I'm Cinderella," you said.
"You sure look like one with the broom and all," he answered with the smirk on his face. "Ever thought about heels made out of glass?"
You looked away, slightly embarrassed, but you also tried not to blush.
"Anyway, his brother died fifteen years ago. You sure look good for a god damn skeleton!"
"Wow, so I do look good huh?"
That sure annoyed you. You grabbed the broom tighter and protected yourself. "Easy there tiger. Don't want it to change into a pumpkin." He grinned and started hanging against the door. Was he fooling himself or you?

While standing there for like a minute he suddenly sighed.
"Look, it's kind of important that I meet him today."
"Meeting for what?" you asked while pointing the broomstick at his face.
"I'm in big trouble."
There was that serious and desperate look on his face again.
"I kind of owe somebody pretty big and I need Nathan's help."
You locked eyes with him. You weren't sure what gave you the hint, but he sure as hell wasn't lying. Still he made you nervous and you started to look down.
"Okay, let's just say that I believe you," you said while slowly putting the broom down again. "Then let me ask you this. What is Nathan Drake's real last name?"
You asking the very important question shocked him, as if this wasn't supposed to get out in the open, but he relaxed quickly and finally said: "Morgan. His name was Nathan Morgan."
Surprised you looked up. Only he would know. Only Sam would know! You took a step forward.
"Sam?"
He nodded and sighed.
"Finally," you heard him whisper.
You reached the doorknob and let him in.
"Thanks," he said and walked further into the hallway.
"Wait!" you said.
He turned around.
"What is it?"
"So your name… your name is Sam Morgan then. Right?" You stuttered to find the words and looked down. You felt embarrassed that you did not recognize him the first time. But hey! He was the one waking up from the dead!
He chuckled and he gently grabbed your hand.
"Yes, that's right. Cinderella's real name however…?"
You grinned. "Call me Y/N," You said with the same friendly smile you always have.
"Well then Y/N," Sam said, while giving the top of your hand a kiss. "Pleasure to meet you." You tried not to blush again. He let go of your hand and walked to the office door.

"Hey Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Please knock. He doesn't like to be disturbed during closing time."

He smiled. "Gotcha."

Hope you guys liked it so far! :-)