I'm honestly surprised how much positive reactions the first chapter got. You do not know how happy that made me! :'D I honestly thought it was going to suck hardcore because of how rusty I am! So here we go! Time for chapter two! I don't own uncharted.

"OF ALL THINGS I COULD COME ACROSS IN THIS COUNTRY I HAD TO FIND A GODDAMN ROCK THAT TURNED ME INTO A FRICKIN TODDLER! OH NO IT COULDN'T BE SOMETHING USEFUL LIKE TELLING THE FUTURE OR SOMETHING! IT HAD TO BE SOME FRICKIN' AGE ALTERING CRAP! ARGGHHH!" Sully struggled not to laugh at the image in front of him; Nate flailing his far too large sleeves as he struggled not to trip over his jeans while he stomped around in his fit of rage, his little round face beet red in anger. He covered his mouth and nodded as Nate kept going-his already high voice cracking from the shouting. Have you ever seen a toddler filled to the brim with rage? It's really funny.

"I-I just…!" he grunted when he finally tripped over his jeans onto the wood floor of the tower. "Damnitt all!" Sully took a deep breath to keep himself from laughing before he spoke up. He felt bad about wanting to laugh but it was just too hilarious of a sight.

"Just calm down a little-"he attempted to coax him out of his fit. But it failed.

"Calm down? You want me to calm down when twelve years of my life have just been swept away like nothing? No I won't calm down!" Nate gave him a sharp look as his voice somehow rose a little more. Sully held his hands up in surrender.

"Alright kid, let's just get back to the hotel and see if we can find anything about this." His protégé gave him a look that asked if he was crazy as he stood up on short legs. His balance felt so off. And he felt so tiny compared to his mentor. He had already been short compared to him. Now-it was like the man was seven feet tall instead of closing in on six. He felt weak. And he didn't like it.

"I'm not going out in public like this!" Sully rolled his eyes with a smirk. But it disappeared when he caught sight of two figures up the first hill towards the tower. From he could see so far it looked one was carrying a weapon. And his Wes.44 was back at the hotel. Well that wasn't good. Sully acted on impulse and set his hands underneath Nates' arms, scooping him up into his. He didn't have time to worry about Nates' unchanged ego.

"Wha-hey, what are you doing?" Sully ignored his objections and hurried down the stairs, hoping he could make it before those figures came up the hill.

"No time kid. We gotta go."

"What is it?" Nate demanded, ignoring being held at the moment.

"Shh…"

He cautiously rushed out of the entrance; thankful Nate seemed to understand he needed to be quiet as he jogged the opposite way of the duo most likely making it up the hill by now. He hoped he didn't MEET them at the entrance.

Sully pressed his back against a fat tree to hide, hearing the crackle of a walkie-talkie. Nate started to squirm around to try to get a peak of whoever it was, but Sully pulled him back against his silent objections.

"Someone has been here. The door is broken down." One of the men muttered almost disdainly into the walkie talkie. A very strong Irish accent spoke with malice in return.

"Make sure the stone is still there! If it is not, search for any signs of where those people could be and terminate them." Sully and Nate shared a look, Sully remembering the stone was in his pocket. Whoever the guy was, the thing was important to him. All the more reason to find out what it did. So Sully waited for the two men to enter the tower before he moved from his spot back down the hall much faster than on their hike, treating his boots like track shoes.

Xx

"Finally! Sully, check this out!" Sully dropped down on Nates' bed in their hotel room, surprised the mentally fifteen year old actually found something after two hours of searching the internet. It was hard getting used to looking at Nate and seeing a child instead of the teen he had scooped up in Cartagena, his now gigantic shirt always slipping down his shoulders and his jeans abandoned on the floor. It was strange how the stone changed his physical age, but didn't alter his mental state at all.

"It's called 'aetate increduli lapidem.' Or the age defying stone. It was used to change the ages of kings or their heirs. If a king was growing too old but his son wasn't quite the right age, they would use the stone to knock off a few years to keep reigning. If they became ill, they would use it in the opposite effect and make their heirs age." Sully frowned and studied the picture on the right side of the screen. It was red. Just like the one on the nightstand had been before whatever happened back at the tower.

"That's all real peachy-but does it tell how it works?" Nate scrunched up his little nose, turning back to the monitor to see if there was anything else.

"Yep. 'The age defying stone is an old legend that has been told for centuries. It was supposedly created in Rome by an unknown god and thrown into a whole other part of the world to be discovered by a string of royalty that used it almost constantly. The stone has been told to be blood red before use and turn grey once the transformation of ages has been completed. It seemed that the only catch to this supernatural rock was that it could be used only once a year…" Nates' voice fell a little. He was stuck like a kid for a whole year. That just added another bad check to his day. Sully noticed the change and set a hand on his smaller shoulder.

"Keep goin' kid. I'm sure there's some bizarre shit if those guys wanted it." The toddler sighed and continued.

"It could be used two ways. One was to hold it toward the sun at high noon to eliminate years on a fertile male or female. In other words from twelve to older…the other was to wait for a full moon and dive into any deep location of water to make children age into young men or woman."

"Well that puts a huge disadvantage in things." Sully muttered as Nate hissed a very creative list of curses. "You have to wait a full year for the thing to be useful again and then either get it at noon or during a full moon in a river. Why do those guys want it?" Nate pushed the laptop away, puffing his cheeks to try and tone down his irritation. The goons back at the tower were the least of his worries; He was stuck being five years old for a whole other year and then had to catch a full moon near a lake or something. They couldn't stay in Brazil all year.

And there weren't any large masses of water near their apartment back home. To think this started as just a vacation. His heart sank the longer he thought of the fact. He felt Sully move off the bed towards his own, pulling out his suitcase.

"I think the best thing to do right now is get out of here before whoever those guys were earlier start hunting. We'll figure out what to do back home." Nate nodded and slipped off the bed to gather his things. He felt kind of disappointed. He had actually been enjoying himself on their trip. He glanced at Sully-who was trying to find his lighter- for a moment before he pulled his backpack out from under the bed to pack as well. He kind of wished they could stay a little longer. But their position from mere tourists had shifted to wanted men.

The trip to their ride was more than just awkward. Nate had insisted on walking even though his boots were abandoned at the tower. He had to tie his boxers to act like shorts and tried to ignore his shirt as much as he could. He couldn't count how many times he caught Sully glancing at him like he was waiting for him to fall. His balance was still horribly off and he wasn't used to having to look up to everyone around him. He hated seeming so weak in front of Sully. The middle aged man knew how capable he was of doing things on his own, but it didn't apply when he was a five year old with a teenagers' mental state. He wouldn't admit that his tiny socked feet had been sore by the time they made it to their plane, or that he felt like his backpack was going to pull him to the ground. He was growing a larger hatred towards the stone that was now in his backpack every minute.

"When we land, I think we should hit a store and get you some clothes that fit. And some sneakers" It had been a couple hours since either had spoken, finding it difficult because of all the people around them. Nate frowned and glanced at his sleeve covered hands. It was a good idea-in fact it was probably necessary. But he didn't want to. He wasn't sure why.

"Whatever…" he muttered. They fell back into silence until their plane landed.

Xx the next day

"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING!" Sully nearly dropped his mug as Nates' outburst slammed through the apartment. It was only ten in the morning and something was already setting off the five year old! After stopping at a store and just grabbing some shirts and other stuff for Nate, they had come straight home and just gone to bed, Nate muttering about not being hungry.

He hurried down the hall towards the bathroom where a royally pissed off Nate was struggling to reach the knob to the faucet on the very tip of his toes and stretching his arm to its breaking point. Sully smirked ad leaned against the frame of the door to watch Nate hop a little to get to the faucet, his baseball shirt once again slipping down his shoulder. He really should hold a little more sympathy for the kid-but he was so pissed off about it it was hard to take him seriously.

"Need a chair kid?" the child whipped his head around to glare at his mentor with a flushed face of embarrassment. His big blue eyes held a large amount of venom towards him.

"Sh-shut up! Just shut up! I can get it! Just give me a sec." Nate stretched even farther to show Sully he didn't need a chair, but even with his efforts the knob was out of his reach. He let a whine pass his lips as he fell back to the flat of his feet and hit his forehead against the edge of the sink. Frustration drained away to leave embarrassment from making a fool of himself in front of his mentor. Why did this have to happen to him? He had been year shy from becoming a legal adult and this had to happen! He didn't want to be small and helpless. He wanted to be back to normal and it was only his second day like this. He had an entire year to get through. The sound of something clunking next to him made him slowly turn his head to see a wood stool and an empty door frame. He gave a resigned sigh and pulled in front of the sink to climb up so he could brush his teeth.

Sully was making breakfast when he trudged into their cramped kitchen in a pair of small jean cut-offs and a simple white shirt. The man glanced at him before he handed over a plate of their usual eggs and bacon without a word. Nate avoided eye contact, still feeling awkward from his outburst and climbed up one of the two chairs to eat.

The silence between them was just like the first night Nate spent with Sully; no idea what to say to make the atmosphere better. Sully felt like he was back to square one-back to the night the teen kept staring at him with calculating eyes. Sully caught himself just moving his fried eggs around his plate in a slow circular motion, Nate doing the same thing. No, no. they had been around each other for years; they weren't going back to…whatever they were in the beginning.

"Look kid, I know you're ticked off about this but that's no reason to act like everything's different." Nate stopped picking at his food to point those blue eyes toward him with a familiar studying glance. It was weird that he was so used to the look.

"Things are different." The mental teen countered as he finally cut a piece of egg. Sully bobbed his head and placed his elbows against the table. Things were different. Well by physical means.

"I won't deny that. I mean, you were short when you were a teen. Now-psh, you're a tiny bugger." Sully smirked when a massive wave of red covered Nates' face and he gaped at him with absolute embarrassment.

"You-I-shut up!" He was surprised how flustered that got Nate. He must have been aware of his size way before Sully mentioned it. He chuckled and shook his head when Nate hid underneath his arms.

"But seriously kid. It's only a year. And we have to watch out for those guys we saw back in Brazil. Whoever that Irish guy was, he's not gonna be too happy knowing a couple of fortune hunters stumbled across the weird little rock." Nate gave a low chuckle and shrugged, always failing to stay mad at the middle aged man.

"Yeah I guess you're right. That doesn't mean I'm not going to like staying this way."

"Nobody said you had to." And just like that the awkwardness was gone. Sully had no idea how right he was about their mysterious man being angered.

Back in Brazil

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU COULDN'T FIND THEM!" the Irish accented man demanded, slamming a large fist into his desk. The two men flinched at the angered face of their boss.

"They were gone! The only thing left behind was a pair of boots. They were nowhere close either, sir." The man snarled and dropped back down into his chair, a few rings shining in the light of his single lamp on a frail hand.

"And the stone was gone as well?" the two men gulped, nodding. He sighed and touched his temple. Sometimes his men were an absolute waste of time. Thoughts like that always made him curious why he tolerated them at all.

"Check the tower for any DNA. If that fails, check those boots. We are going to find whoever took my stone." The two men nodded quickly and turned around to leave, bumping into each other in the process. The man sighed and tapped his fingers against his desk. If a pair of boots were abandoned, that meant the stone had been used. Which meant they would be like that for a year before they could change back. So in other words, they had to play the waiting game once they found who it was.

I don't know why, but I'm not happy with this chapter ;A; something about it makes me cringe. Maybe it's the thoughts of what our mysterious villain might do. I don't mean to brag, but I'm very good at making hateable characters. So prepare for the worst. And the best at the same time! XD thanks for the encouragement you gabs.