A/N: Hey guys! Guess whose back! Yes, yes, I know, I'm pumping these stories out kind of quickly. BUT I just keep getting struck with the want (need) to write! So, I'm looking at finishing this around January 5th, but who knows? I might finish it sooner! Definitely no later then January 18th, though, as my faithful followers should know by now.
There will be Professor Layton elements in this story, but I will also write it so that you can understand without ever touching one of those games.
Well, here we go! This is set four years after Dual Destinies and one year after Uncharted 3. There will be a LOT of spoilers for all the games leading up to Uncharted 3. You have been warned.
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Chapter One – Back In The Game
July 5, 4:16am
The Drake Residence
Master Bedroom
Florida, especially Miami, was beautiful this time of year. Nathan Drake loved the warm breeze that swept through his open, bedroom window, causing the gauzy curtains that his wife, Elena, had picked out to billow and dance. Currently, he was curled up to the beautiful, headstrong blond, enjoying a few more hours of sleep before the sun invaded their bedroom.
At least, that's what he thought.
Ring-Ring! Ring-Ring!
Nate groaned, turning his head towards his nightstand and opening one bleary eye to glare at the noisy electronic vibrating its way across the polished wooden surface.
Ring-Ring! Ring-Ring!
"Answer it, or I'll murder you," the sleepy, adorably murderous voice of his wife drifted up from the sheet and pile of pillows that was Elena. Nate groaned and rolled away from her, caught it as it fell, looked at the caller ID, and flipped it open, putting it to his ear.
"What, Sully?" he growled. He laid back, listening to his oldest friend and father figure talk on the other end.
"Mhm… mhm…" he mumbled. Elena finally emerged from her sheet, watching her husband with some concern. Sully never called before eight unless it was something important. Nate sighed.
"Common, Sully. As interesting as it sounds, you know I'm no longer in the game. I gave that up after Ubar," the former treasure hunter reminded the man on the other line. Whatever Sully's response was, it made Nate shoot up, shock, rage, and fear mingling in his expression, each fighting for dominance. Elena sat up in alarm, confused by the sudden change in the man's demeanor.
"Alright, alright Sully. I'll be right there. You said in Los Angeles? … Okay. I'll see you soon." Nate hung up the phone and quickly stood, moving quickly around the room and gathering supplies in a suitcase.
"Nate, what are you doing? I thought you said no more treasure hunting," Elena said. Nate glanced up once with a sigh.
"I know, Elena, I know. But this isn't about treasure, or my pride, or anything," Nate explained, finding his boxers and a pair of pants on the floor. Elena frowned deeply, not understanding.
"Then what is it about?" she asked.
"Sully is on to something. Something big. It's not… it's not gold, or riches, but power. Major power. And he just ran into a ghost from our past, who will use that power for himself," Nate explained. Elena watched her husband curiously.
"And you're going… why?"
"To get to this treasure before this… ghost. And possibly destroy it."
"Oh. Well, if there's one thing you're good at, it's destroying artifacts and cities that are hundreds of years old," Elena said with a grin, thinking back to their last three adventures. Nate looked up with a furrowed brow.
"Hey. I always make sure they stay out of the clutches of the bad guys, don't I? Give me a little credit here!"
"Hmm… nope!" she grinned, leaning forward and making sure the blanket stayed wrapped around her naked body. "You better come back in one piece."
"I will," Nate promised, closing the distance between the two for a heated kiss.
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A/N: And here's chapter one! A little short, I know. The next chapter will be a bit short as well, but hey, what's a person supposed to do, right?