White Wolf Fan Fiction Presents:

~Our Happy Ever After~

An Uncharted Story


Title: Our Happy Ever After

Words: 1,612 (4,854)

Warnings: Yaoi (Boy Love), major fluff, minor angst, major hurt/comfort

Pairings: Harry Flynn/Nathan Drake

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I still don't own Uncharted, or it's characters, however I do find myself enjoying writing them immensely~

Summary: "Harry…" After everything is said and done… what happens after? "I'm so sorry…"

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He'd never meant to hurt Flynn, in all honesty, but what he had said had been true… he had just gotten so excited and he didn't think before he had left. But… by the time he had remembered that he left Flynn at home, asleep, Sully already had him on a flight towards their next destination. He'd spent the next two hours of the flight sulking and worrying until Sully managed to get him back on track.

At first he didn't remember what happened, didn't even know where he was. And he had panicked, jolting upright and attempting to find a gun that wasn't there- until he remembered the drive home and then getting home and finding Flynn… and then the fight and what happened after.

He didn't even register the tears crawling down his cheeks, as he fell back against the pillows on the too-large bed. "Fuck…!" he cursed loudly and harsh, choking on his breath, before rubbing furiously at his face, digging the palms of his hands against his eyes. "G-God… Fucking…" the words were still harsh, but softer this time and he turned to dig his face into the pillows on Flynn's side of the bed.

It was only then that he found out it was dark, possibly past midnight and he gritted his teeth at the pain that registered as a headache, however small it may be, and crying over figurative spilt milk wasn't helping him.

"I'm so… so stupid…" he whispered, the words muffled, but there either way. "I should've… I should've known… he h-hates me now…" he choked out, shoulders shaking now, knuckles white as he gripped the sheets tightly. "So fucking stupid, Drake…" he added, before freezing when he heard the bedroom door close.

"You're not stupid…" the words were whispered but Drake heard them anyway and he let out a shuddered breath, eyes locked on the shadow figure of the chair pushed in front of their desk. "And I… I don't…" a harsh breath and the sound of soft, hesitant footsteps before the bed dipped behind Drake, on his side of the bed, "I don't hate you…"

"Bullshit…" Nathan cursed, gripping the pillow tightly, burying his face into it again, not wanting to hear any of the honeyed words Flynn would feed him now. He knew what he did was wrong and that Flynn hated him, that he had every right to, and he didn't need Flynn telling him things that weren't true. "I left, ditched you… for some adventure that almost got me killed several times… and I come back home after four months without a word…" he mumbled, not letting Flynn get in a word. Not that he could, having no idea what to say after spending three hours at a bar sipping at a single glass of beer before leaving without even emptying it half way. "It wasn't fair to you and… and I know that… b-but… I-I just… G-God Harry…" Drake choked on his words again and Flynn didn't hesitate to lay down beside the other man, pressing against the other's back, not even bothered when he felt him stiffen up at the contact, his breath stuttering at the touch as Flynn wrapped his arm around the other.

"Now you listen here sweetheart," Flynn spoke, with purpose and Drake shut up, letting out little hiccups every now and then, as the seconds dredged on. "You're not stupid, but you're right, four months is too long to go without you, without a single thing to hold me by. But you've proved time and time again, love, how much you love me and I know your love for adventures, especially those involving your little ring, hold a place right next to me in your heart. So no, Nathan, I don't hate you… but I just… I wish you'd have said something…" he murmured, his heart breaking just a little when Nathan choked on a few more tears. "Shh, love, I'm right here…"

He turned Drake over in his arms, pulling him against his chest and kissing his tears away, "Harry… I'm so sorry…" Nathan shook in his arms, unable to help it, months of bottled up emotions finally tearing free from him. "P-please… I-I'll do anything to make it up to you…!" he pleaded and Flynn frowned at his smaller lover, noticing only then how broken he looked.

"Nathan," he started, sitting up, smiling gently when Nathan tried to stop him from leaving and he only took Nathan's hands in his own, kissing the back of his knuckles before pulling Nathan up with him, pulling the other over so he was sitting in his lap. "I'm not going anywhere," he promised first and foremost before continuing with what he wanted to say in the first place. "I'm sorry for the way I reacted when you came home… four months really is too long," he whispered, sighing sadly and brushing his lips against Drake's neck, relishing in the light shiver he caused and he smiled, "but I was wrong to do that to you…

"I had no right to… to do that and I'm sorry that I… I almost hurt you… because of my anger and my own hurt…" he trailed a hand down to the small of Nathan's back, brushing his fingers against the skin there. "Are you okay, love?"

Nodding slowly, Nathan stayed silent for a few moments, not knowing what to say, but then he tried to open his mouth, "I… I des-"

"-no, you didn't," Flynn cut him off with a sharp hiss and a glare and Nathan flinched back, tearing his gaze away from his lover and to the bed sheets. "No, baby, don't do that… look at me, okay? I'm sorry, you have to understand that," he murmured, comforting Nathan and kissing away the dark thoughts, brushing his lips over every patch of skin he could access without moving from his current position. It was quiet for a few moments, as Flynn kissed Nathan's skin and when the younger man was finally relaxed in his arms, Flynn spoke up, his voice quiet and thoughtful, "Tell me about your adventure in the desert."

It wasn't a question, or a demand, because Flynn was genuinely curious to know about the thing that almost stole his precious puppy away from him. And Nathan knew that, so he nodded and opened his mouth to recount his adventure to his lover.

He spoke about his past, when he first met Sully, and how that mattered then and there. He spoke about their meeting with the devil woman named Katherine and how they 'died' to get her off their trail for a little while. Then he told Flynn about how they finally found out the secrets behind Francis Drake and what that meant. Then he spoke, though hesitantly about the involvement with Elena before quickly speeding through his moments of near-deaths, including the one in the desert, with no water for who knows how many days.

"Drake…" Flynn growled at him and Nathan ducked his head sheepishly, clutching at the fabric of Flynn's jacket before moving on.

After that, he recounted the details of finding the city and then about how he thought Sully had died and his weird run-ins with fire demons that wouldn't die. He had frowned at that part, the memory of it vivid in his mind, but he was grateful Flynn was a constant through the entirety of the tale. When he neared the end, he spoke about how the city collapsed, but they had stopped the bad guys from getting what they wanted in the end.

He started crying then, again, because when it was all said and done and over with, he had been wanting to go home so bad, back to Flynn, and he felt so terrible that he'd thrown up once before the plane ride, three times during and then once in the car ride to their apartment.

"Shh, no, it's okay, sweetheart. You're here now, and I'm here too… you don't have to worry about it anymore…" Flynn sighed, hugging Drake tightly against him, waiting patiently for him to calm down again, waiting until he ran out of tears. "I'm glad that you got to do all of that, though I have to say, if you ever try anything like this again," he started in a warning tone and he cracked a smile when he felt Nathan's own against his neck.

"I know…" Nathan whispered, letting out a little sigh, completely relaxed against his lover. "I'm sorry… and wait, no, please… let me finish…?" Drake pleaded when Flynn opened his mouth to interrupt him, before closing it and he nodded. "I am sorry… and I promise I won't do anything like this again. Or… at least, not without you, okay?"

Smiling that sweet little smile at Flynn, the older man couldn't help but chuckle in response, tilting his head up to kiss Nathan's forehead before nodding. "I'll hold you to that promise, love," he said, shaking his head with fond exasperation when Nathan yawned. "Come on, mate, let's head to bed, alright?" Nathan hesitated a little, looking worried for a second, before Flynn pulled him close and kissed him soundly on the lips. "I love you, Nathan, don't forget that." he said, his voice pure and honest and Nathan's eyes shone with happiness and love at hearing them.

"I've waited four months to hear you say those words again…" he whispered, stealing another kiss before they laid down under the covers, curled up in each other's arms. "I love you too…" he added, in a sleepy murmur before both fell into a contented slumber.