NOTE: Uncharted and Tomb Raider do not belong to me, this is just an AU for fun. Thanks for reading :)

Lara, Nate, and their respective crews all had traveled into Moscow when their small adventure was over. They needed some rest before going home and travelling again. Sleeping in a hotel felt like heaven to most of them after having to sleep in the village, but on their last night in Russia, Lara and Nate had finally took each other up on their offers. Tonight, they were at the hotel's bar.

Lara took a sip of her mixed drink before giving a sigh of relief, relaxed and happy to have found the amulet. She looked over to Nate and smiled softly, "I'm guessing you're looking at me like that because it's story time?"

"I was under the impression that was why we were here," Nate joked, gripping onto the bottle of beer he had with a small fit of laughter. He had been curious on hearing more from her, so it was obvious why he wanted to go ahead and start their exchange of stories.

She nodded in return, "Well… you tell me yours and I'll tell you the rest of mine."

"Under one condition."

"And what's that?"

"We gotta tell everything. Nothing left out. Or at least tell everything we're comfortable with sharing," he explained, starting to tap the side of his bottle in a fidget. Lara gave him a playful, annoyed sigh. She agreed to his terms. They weren't exactly unreasonable. Nate flashed her a toothy grin and decided to speak again, "Alright then. El Dorado first. It started when I was looking for Sir Francis Drake's coffin…"

Their story telling session went well. Nathan had told Lara about his findings of El Dorado, Shambhala, Iram (Atlantis of the Sands), and Avery's treasures. He mentioned some other smaller finds as well, but by that time he had slowed himself down in order to stop and let Lara tell about hers. Lara returned the favor by telling her own discoveries of Kitezh, Paititi, and other finds. For the most part, it consisted of smiles and interested questions. Though other times the two took a pause; they had said they wouldn't share what they were uncomfortable with, but the stories felt incomplete without telling everything. They both recalled times they didn't want to remember again.

By the time they were done, Nate had thanked her for sharing the stories, but part of him wanted to tell her he felt bad about what happened in her past. He had flashbacks of reading her blog and remembering all of the people that had died on the island she had been shipwrecked on. When she had told him about Trinity and everything linked to the organization, he felt he needed to say sorry.

"I'm really sorry you lost all those people," he finally said, "I know how that feels. To lose someone you care about."

Lara nodded and sighed, "Yeah…" She pursed her lips and looked down at her glass while she thought back on everything she had told him. She had told him about Trinity, and how they killed her father. She had told him that Trinity was the reason so many of the people she grew to care about died. The only thing she hadn't told him about was Sam. She wasn't ready for that yet, she still wasn't over what happened to her. Though she was still surprised over herself for opening up to Nate. She figured it was because he had went through similar experiences. They both had to deal with creatures, goons, and treasures. Lara never thought she would find someone, especially an archeologist or treasure hunter, who would ever relate to her in such ways. After he had opened up to her, she had felt she owed him in opening up herself.

The two of them knew there were things untold, but it didn't seem to bother them. They respected each other's boundaries, and they had asked for expedition stories anyway, not life stories. Nate brought the beer bottle up to his lips and took a sip, when he had set the bottle back down on the counter, he sighed softly. "I shouldn't have said anything. Sorry," he said lowly, realizing he probably upset her. He didn't mean to do that, but her reply felt burnt out and without any energy. He worried that he had done or said something wrong.

"It's fine, Nate," Lara reassured him, "I know you mean well."

He cleared his throat and finished off his beer, "Well… even though I could sit here for hours more telling and listening to stories… I should probably hit the hay. Early flight, you know."

"Didn't your friend fly you here?"

"He did," Nate smiled, "He likes to leave early just to be a pain in my ass." The man got to his feet then. He realized he couldn't leave Lara with a "goodbye," and only a "goodbye." He liked her company, and they had shared too much with one another to just not see each other again. He suddenly grabbed a napkin from the bar's counter and snatched a pen from his pocket, writing down his number before handing it to Lara. "Here. So we could keep in touch. In case, ya know… you'd wanna work together again," he explained.

Lara looked at the napkin, a smile creeping upon her face as she nodded in response. She put her hand out to him, "Thank you." He gripped her hand and the two of them shook hands as a way to close their little deal.

Nate had pulled away from her, "Goodnight, Lara."

"Goodnight, Nate," Lara replied, watching him slip away to his room as she finished her drink.

Sully and Nate were at a bar & grill to grab a bite to eat. As they waited for their food, Nate was sketching in his journal like he normally did in this type of situation. Sully looked outside the window and took a sip of his scotch, watching a woman walk by that talked with her friend. Though Nate didn't look up, he seemed to know what Sully was doing. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," Nate said.

"You judgin' me, kid?" Sully cackled, looking back over to the other. His eyes caught glimpse of the unfinished sketch, in which he realized it was a woman that Nate was drawing. He remembered when Nate used to draw Elena, Chloe, and Marisa. Though he had some ground for drawing them all; he had actually formed some kind of relationship with them. He had only spent a few days with Lara. Sully sighed, "You know it's been two months since we left Russia, don't you?"

"I do. Why do you ask?"

"Well, you're drawin' a girl who you'll probably never see again," Sully let out, "I hope you're not having a crush on this girl."

Nate looked up and set his pencil down. Why did drawing someone mean he had a crush on them? He simply let a laugh escape him in response to Sully's accusations, "I was gonna draw her when we were in Russia. But ya know… amulet screwed that up."

His partner squinted at him suspiciously, "You sure, kid?"

"She's pretty. She has a good face to draw," Nate told him with a grin, "Can you let a starving artist live?"

Almost on cue, the waiter had arrived back with their food. He had set their dishes down and wished them to enjoy their meals, walking off to tend to another table. Sully grabbed his fork and knife and started cutting at his steak, "Well, you sure as hell ain't starvin' now."

Nate closed his journal and nodded in response. He picked up his burger and took a bite of it before looking back to his friend, changing the subject of their conversation. He decided he needed to tell Sully about what their next potential hunt could be. "So… I've been doing some research," he started, though he wasn't able to finish when Sully had interrupted him.

"Ah, geez, kid," Sully murmured, taking a bite of his steak, "I don't know if I'm even ready for another one of your little adventures."

"I think you'd like this one."

"I like any of 'em that involve some cash on the side," Sully reminded the younger.

Nate nodded, "I know… but this one involves something more like… oh, I don't know… getting rid of those wrinkles of yours."

Sully made a face then. What was Nate trying to hint at? Part of him had an idea, but he didn't want to say anything just yet. He pursed his lips and leaned back, "The hell are you talkin' 'bout, kid?"

"I'll give you a hint: it involves a fountain."

The elder's eyes widened then. He set down his fork and opened his mouth for a moment, wanting to say something, but eventually kept in his silence. What Nate was suggesting seemed almost ridiculous, but he had to admit it was right up their alley.

Nate decided to continue on explaining, "Look, Sully… I know the Fountain of Youth is one of the biggest myths there is… but I think there might be some ground to it."

"What the hell makes you say that?"

"Do you remember when we went to Peru?" Nate asked.

Sully crossed his arms, "Yeah, how can I forget having a run-in with infamous archeologist Julio Victor."

There was a silence between the two of them before Nate awkwardly slid his journal back over to him, pulling out a piece of paper that stuck out between the pages. He handed it over to Sully and smiled, "I might've snagged something from him."

"How'd you get this?"

"Victor's own men shot him up, I don't think he needs it anymore," Nate laughed, "Look what's on it though."

The paper had a map printed on it with scribbles, something in Spanish that he couldn't quite make out. What he could make out, however, was the location that was circled on the map. The state of Florida was circled with the written caption of "Melbourne?" Under the text, there were symbols that held in a pattern.

Sully looked up to Nate, "How do ya know this is meaning the fountain?"

"There's a tourist attraction called the Fountain of Youth in St. Augustine," Nate replied, "I'm thinking it has something to do with that."

Sully handed the paper back over to Nate, who tucked it into his journal once again. "That's a stretch, kid," he murmured, "But I guess everything we do is a stretch."

Nate grinned, "So, what do ya say?"

"Ah, why the hell not? No harm in tryin'."

The younger perked, happy to hear Sully was on board with his idea. Now he just had one more person to convince for their trip to Florida. He hoped she wasn't busy. "But," Nate said, "There's a catch."

"What's that?" Sully asked.

"I wanna ask Lara to do it with us."

"You got her number?" Sully was surprised, even somewhat impressed, by Nate's accomplishment. A sigh came from Nate though, shaking his head in response to Sully's question.

He took a few bites out of his burger before replying, "I gave her my number, actually."

Sully raised a brow, "Then how are you gettin' a hold of her?"

"She called me after we got home from Russia," Nate explained, "I saved her number."

There was a small silence as Sully began to think. There was no harm on the girl coming with them, even if Sully was suspicious of Nate's intentions. He shrugged and gave a laugh as he went back to his food as well. If Nate wanted to see the girl so badly again, why not let him see her? Maybe a new friendship would do him good, especially with how he was trying to shift his focus so much now.

"Go ahead," Sully said, "Call the girl, kid."