Fandom: Uncharted (2)
Words: 314
Prompt: Stars
Genre: Humor
Summary: Harry and Chloe get a little lost.
Finding the precise location of Marco Polo's lost fleet wasn't going so well.
"Well, I'm sorry Harry," yelled Chloe, trailing behind a frustrated Flynn by several feet. "It's not like I did it on purpose!"
"Oh, stuff it. Next time I'm carrying the map," Flynn grumbled, increasing his pace. "I don't understand how you could have lost it in the first place…"
They were lost. And it was getting dark.
"Come on! It fell out of my pocket!" The raven-haired woman shot back. She jogged to catch up with him, and managed to catch the last of what he was saying.
"… every phone you've ever owned."
Chloe shot him a glare, but didn't say anything.
They stopped in a small clearing just as the sun set, Chloe leaned against a tree, staring up at the sky, while Flynn sat on the ground, inspecting his gun.
"Hey, look. Those stars kind of look like you," She pointed up at the star-filled sky.
"I don't see anything," Harry said, putting down his Desert 5 and looking upwards.
Chloe laughed. "There. The ones that kind of look like a dick."
Flynn gave a short, humorless laugh, before pointing to a different mass of stars. "Oh yeah? Want to know what those ones look like?"
She raised an eyebrow, obviously unamused. He caught her expression just before finishing his thought.
"Fine, fine, I didn't have a good one anyway," He went back to his pistol.
Chloe huffed. "Umm… Ooo, that one kind of look's like Drake's ass."
"I have no desire to know what Drake's ass looks like, love."
"You're just jealous because his is better than yours."
Harry dropped his gun and stood up. "Oh please. This-" He pointed to his backside. "-is better than anything Nathan Drake has. Trust me."
"You wish."