I'm BACK! Hehe, and again I have another Sully/Drake story!(*Gasp* YOU DON'T SAY!)

This one though is to long to be a one shot so this will hold ya'll over a bit longer :D

Uncharted 3

You Kept Me Going

Almost a month had passed since the journey of The Atlantis of the Sands and things were slowly falling back to normal in the life of Nathan Drake. Sitting alone in Heartbreaks, he scribbled away in his journal to lost in thought to care of anything going on around him. The bar was empty as usual but that was how he enjoyed it. Despite always fighting beside many, Drake wasn't the type who enjoyed sitting around with a group of friends.

Elena had gone off on a job and being the type who couldn't sit around doing nothing, Drake instantly ran off to his home away from home.

"Okay kid! Tell me AGAIN how you got out of that goddamn hell hole! ...I just can't seem to grasp it quite yet..."

Drake gave a soft smile as he looked up to Sullivan who entered the room from the back. It wasn't the alcohol that brought him, but the man who held it well. "Aren't you tired of hearing it though?" He had told the story many times already and always had changed it up a bit. He wasn't one to exaggerate but when he did, he did it to hear Sullivan's laugh and the smart remarks he threw in.

Sullivan shook his head resting his crossed arms on the bar as he leaned towards Drake. "The only thing that tires me out is trying to keep up with you!" He chuckled as Drake rolled his eyes. "Why do you think I ask to hear stories?" He leaned away pulling a cigar from his pocket, noting Drake's soft glare. "I've gotta be adventurous somehow..." As he lit up his cigar, Drake shook his head returning to his journal.

It was true that Sullivan couldn't be every where with Drake, trouble's fault or not. So when something "fun" went on with Drake, story time would commence at good ol Heartbreaks when he returned bruised and battered. "Goddamn..." was often a reply when the stories would end and Drake would nod expecting it. It was the first thing he thought of when he had started the story of the train accident to Tibet. He didn't exaggerate that story and was shocked to hear not only Goddamn but a speech of "You need to think of your life as more than something to throw around."

"Your luck can't last forever..."

Not wanting to get that speech again or see Sullivan worry more than he should, Drake chose to exaggerate all the rest of his missed adventures. Just to make himself stand on top with no problem. ...Even if he was stranded in a desert.

This time though...

Drake closed up his journal and he stuffed it into his back pocket as he scooted up to the edge of his seat. "Alright alright..." He raised a finger. "I warn you now though, this is going to be told a little different."

Sullivan pat his back as he stepped out from behind the bar to sit at his side. "Is the beginning going to be of YOU blowing up the plane this time?" He laughed as Drake shoved his hand away facing him. "Just zip it and listen old fart!"

"Let me get this straight...for once it was an enemy who caused the explosion?"

That was Sullivan's first question when Drake finished the story. Hearing the disbelief, Drake eyed him then he quickly leaned away shaking his head. "Hold the phone!" Sullivan shook his hand at Drake but before he could say anything, Drake leaned over putting his hands on his chest. "This one wasn't my fault this time!"

Sullivan laughed pulling his cigar from his mouth and he blew smoke into the air, he watched as Drake pulled back in disgust. "Oh, is that right huh?"

Drake glanced over holding his hand over his mouth and nose. "Yes it is! I don't ALWAYS cause trouble..." He looked away letting out a fake cough and Sullivan rolled his eyes turning away some to make the smoke float else where.

"We're drifting Nate...please, continue.."

The beginning was always the same. A huge fight in the plane and then suddenly, BOOM!

Drake fell quiet remembering as he began the adventure once more.

Everything wrong that happened would often fall on his shoulders and Sullivan knew that more then anyone. Although the two joked and argued about it, both knew what the other was really talking about.

Sullivan put the blame on Drake cause it got him thinking of his actions and what they could do to others.

Drake on the other hand would sometimes blame the enemy for all the trouble, not wanting Sullivan to get more and more worried as more adventures came.

With that came a little argument, then silence...but then Sullivan would change the subject.

From father to partner, that's how things always went. No one else could or would understand it but only them.

Deep down though, Sullivan didn't like to admit it, but he hated when Drake went off alone. It made him think of the worse and when the phone would ring his heart would always skip a beat. Of course the last time Drake was alone was because he was saving his old ass!

The only call he'd get would be Marlowe's smug smirk and some sick remark...just like she gave when Drake ran away drugged.

"He killed himself I'm afraid...the drug was JUST to much!"

"Now here's where things start to change..." Sullivan blinked returning from his thoughts and he looked to Drake who was picking at a napkin in front of him. His eyes were distant as if he was living the adventure again. "I didn't land near any sort of village..." He shook his head. "I'm not THAT lucky!"

I hope everything fits together well and doesn't look like a bunch of random things in one!

Enjoy and see ya next chapter! (Which will hopefully be up tomorrow, gotta do some research first! :D)