Oh... My... Goodness...

Guys, I have to say that this chapter has been a bitch to edit.

Pardon my French.

Literally, I meant to post this chapter last week, but I've been either putting it off or slaving away over my computer because editing 9 pages is absolute hell. Maybe it's not the same for others, but when I edit, I edit. I go really try to look through it thoroughly, and because of that, it takes literally FOREVER. Hence the reason 9 pages took me so long.

But yeah, it's finally done so YAY!

Now! I think I'm going to write another part to this one, maybe even two. It will be during Uncharted 4 (this one is during Uncharted 3), and will probably involve Sam ;). But anyways, if I do that (which I probably will), then I will most likely repost this chapter as another story and just make a three shot separately. So yeah, if you guys want more from this one, follow me and keep up with me personally because if I write more, it won't be in the Kagome one-shot series.

So yeah, here you guys go! I hope you enjoy this chapter and have fun reading!

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Inuyasha or the Uncharted franchise.

"Get away from me!"

Nathan tripped into the wall beside him and without slowing down, stumbled forward in his best attempt at avoiding collision with the walls surrounding him. Wiping frantically at his eyes, he tried his hardest to steady his vision and push away the sharp pain stabbing its way into his head.

Everything was twisting and turning, and it was making it nearly impossible for him to focus. He knew somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind that he was would be okay. That it was just the drug distorting his perception of reality and that it would eventually fade. But none of that seemed to matter to him at the moment. All rational thought was thrown out the window and all that he could seem to register was that things were spinning. Things were hazy. Everything felt wrong.

He quickly began to panic. Never had anything like this happened to him before, and he was having a hard time adjusting. There was still a large part of him that feared the indistinct reality he was stumbling through. And it was that part of him that continuously fed his anxiety over whether all of this just real, or just a figment of his imagination being used to manipulate him.

"Easy now…"

He took in a sharp breath at the god awful familiar voice that now echoed painfully inside his head. His thoughts began to race, and nothing was making sense. He knew the voice, yet at the same time he didn't. He vaguely recognized it, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out how or why.

Hell, he couldn't even think straight. Everything was a jumble—twisting and turning, and the lack of control over his own self was beginning to scare Nathan more than anything else.

"Oh god." He pushed his way past the vendors of the city, in and out of alley after alley.

But everything looked the same. Where was he? How did he get here? Where was he supposed to go to escape this?

He kept moving- using the walls of the narrow passages as leverage in an attempt at stabilizing himself.

"Stay calm," the voice said. Nathan could make out the indistinct silhouettes of the people around him.

There were so many people.

Yet ironically enough, the feelings of loneliness and isolation were nearly drowning him.

He could feel himself running into a few unfortunate individuals, but he wasn't able to hear the cries and curses being directed towards him. All he was able to hear was that damned voice and it was making him go insane.

His breathing was becoming erratic, forcing him to stop for a moment and catch his breath.

Breathe deeply. He needed to breathe deeply. Inhale… Hold. Exhale… Inhale… Hold. Exhale…

He tried looking around to get his bearings, but all he could make out within the purple fog were the same alleys with the same merchants and the same people. They all looked the same. Everything looked the same. Where did he come from? Where was he supposed to go?

"Come with me."

He shook his head with a dizzying violence. "No! Don't- don't touch me."

He chose a direction at random and continued moving forward in hopes of escaping this horrid dreamscape.

"Drake. Marlowe's waiting."

"No! No, no, no, no, no."

"It will all be over soon."

Ducking, weaving, stumbling— Nathan started to run.

Moving into a crowd of people, he nearly whimpered at the innate feeling of dread those words brought on. "No… no…"

"Relax. Trust me."

His movements slowed as the dizziness momentarily became too much for him. His back hunched over and he tried to shake the dizziness away before weaving through a surprisingly new crowd of unidentifiable people.

"I'm sorry."

"Shh…"

He nearly growled, an unexpected anger bubbling up inside him as he was finally able to remember something. He needed to find Sully. Sully could help him…

But where was he?

"Sully?" his voice cracked in a desperate attempt at calling out for the one man he trusted the with his life. He listened intently for any sort of response, but came up with absolutely nothing.

"Sully's not here Drake. You're on your own now. Trust us. Follow me…"

"No. I won't go." He couldn't go with them. It would be all over then. There was no way… He needed to get away. To keep running.

"Don't resist."

"Where am I?" Nathan's thoughts were but a whisper in his head.

"Just listen to me," the voice became almost sinister. The low, ominously calm tone had Nathan on edge. "You know what we want."

"Don't let… don't let them… don't let…" he stuttered, his own thoughts lost to even himself now. Panic finally took hold, making breathing nearly impossible as his thoughts became completely incoherent. All he was left with was the devilish voice.

"I won't let them hurt you. Now where is it?"

"Damn it," he cursed breathlessly. What was going on? Where was Sully? He needed Sully. Where was he? "I-I don't… I don't know. I don't know. I don't know." It was all he could say. Repeated over and over like a mantra, it was the only thing he could think to say.

The voice said nothing in response. For once, it was silent.

And then, everything started to change.

Everything began to brighten. The dull purple hue that practically drenched the area slowly got lighter until nothing but white surrounded him. The twisting, turning labyrinth he had been trying to escape all faded out into the same intense light, making his eyes instinctually clench shut.

And then it was gone. All the pain, all the fear, all the worry. It all dissipated, leaving Nathan with a feeling of calmness that made his whole body relax, relief flooding his subconscious. No longer was the voice inside his head. No longer did he feel like a bear ensnared in a hunter's trap. He was in control again.

After a moment of peace, the light continued to spread, taking everything over until suddenly, it all went black.

Gasping, Nathan was startled awake.

His eyes snapped open, only to quickly close again in response to the dim lighting of the room.

With a small groan, Nathan rolled onto his stomach and buried his face into the stiff pillow beneath his head. His body practically sank into the bed he was lying on as he tried to remember what had him feeling like he had been hit by a tank.

"I see that you are awake."

Nathan jumped up at the sound of an unfamiliar voice so close to him. He was a bit unsteady on his feet, but he managed to keep himself up and facing the door of the room he was in. Standing in the doorway was somebody he had never seen or met before. She was a small little thing, just about up to his shoulders in height. She didn't look like much of a threat, but Nathan knew better than to judge a book by its cover.

That being said, he remained alert and ready to fight if need be. This didn't last too long, however, as his wariness was quickly dissuaded the moment his eyes met hers. Her surprisingly vibrant blue orbs were absolutely radiant, and not what he'd expect from a person with Asian descent. Not the mention they held nothing but concern and sincerity for him.

He knew right away he had nothing to worry about with her. She was a good guy. He was safe.

But he was still curious about the woman. Who is she? What is she doing here and why had she helped him?

Not to mention she looks… different. Not in a bad way. But last he knew, he was in Yemen, and she definitely didn't look like she was a native. Maybe she was a tourist? Or maybe she's an immigrant. Then why did she move here? Where did she come from?

He had so many questions about this strange woman who had helped him.

Yet he couldn't ask any of them because she didn't speak English.

He shook his head slowly, slightly frustrated with the language barrier between them. "I-I can't understand you."

Her eyes widened. She seemed to think for a moment before moving to set down the large bowl of water she held firmly in her arms. Nathan watched her from where he stood as she gracefully moved past him to place the water in the corner beside the bed.

Her jean and long-sleeve clad form made her way back over to him, her movements neither frantic or rushed. She was completely calm, making Nathan to subconsciously relax.

Once she was standing in front of him, she looked up at him with a soft smile before speaking in a kind voice.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting for you to speak English. Although, I should have known. From the looks of things, you don't exactly fit in too well around here."

Nathan raised a curious brow, "I can say the same for you. So, you speak English then?"

"Yes, and I apologize for startling you just now. I thought you heard me open the door. I'm glad to see you're awake though."

He nodded, relieved that the woman spoke English fluently. She had a faint accent, but only if you squinted.

Letting out a sigh, he sat himself down on the edge of the stiff cot behind him with a soft Flop.

Looking around, he finally realized that he was inside of a home. It was fairly empty, with the exception of a few herbs and medical supplies lying around. He figured it was most likely the woman's house, but he wasn't one hundred percent sure.

"Where am I exactly?" he asked. He quickly cringed at how rude that came out, before attempting to correct himself by adding in a lame, "If I may ask…"

The woman chuckled lightly, remaining on her feet beside the foot of the bed. "You are in my home."

"In Yemen?" he asked, just to clarify.

She nodded, "I found you wandering one of the alley-ways. You were extremely delirious and looked like you gave out quite the beating," she mentioned, pointing towards his side.

Looking down, he was surprised that he hadn't noticed the wrapped hand sooner. Flexing the appendage, he winced at the slight pain that flared up around his knuckles. He knew he must have punched something— something solid and hard if the stiffening of forming scabs was anything to go by— but he couldn't remember what. The last thing he clearly remembered was getting shot in the neck with that damn dart and then everything after that was just kind of a blur.

The only thing that he was able to distinctly remember was the pestering, annoyingly familiar voice that whispered in his mind as he ran blindly through the purple haze haze.

He nearly shivered at the memory.

"Yeah," he rubbed at the back of his neck sheepishly. "Somebody must have slipped me something. Sorry to put you through the trouble…"

She smiled and shook her head. "Kagome. And it's fine. No big deal at all. Are you feeling better though? It's not uncommon to feel a bit off after having an unknown drug in your system."

He shook his head and went to stand, "No really, I'm fi-"

A sudden wave of dizziness overtook him, forcing him to sit down to the bed to avoid falling. With a low groan, he shook his head to rid himself of the slight blur obscuring his vision.

Once everything was clear again, he noticed Kagome throwing him a knowing look over her shoulder as she wrung out a small cloth over the basin of water in the corner of the room.

"Fine you say?" she asked amusedly. Nathan rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. I get it."

She laughed— the sound light and melodic, like a breath of fresh air. She moved to kneel beside the bed. "You need to rest for now. No need to push yourself and pass out again, ne?"

"Look," he started to protest. "I really appreciate everything you did for me, but I don't have time to rest. I really need to-"

Her eyes hardened into a glare similar to that of a parent about to scold their child. It wasn't necessarily scary or terrifying, but it still shut him up immediately.

"You need rest. I understand that you have important matters to attend to, but you won't do anybody any good if you're unconscious or falling over with dizziness, now will you?"

He wanted to argue and tell her she was wrong— that he'd been through worse—but he knew she was right. This whole mess with Marlow was a tough situation, and he couldn't afford to be falling into any of their traps.

But he didn't have time to wait. He needed to go. He needed to find Sully. He needed to make sure everybody was okay. He needed to stop Marlow before she got ahead of him.

Seeing the frustration playing out on his features, Kagome let out a low sigh. She could tell from just looking at the man that he had been through a lot lately, and she could understand the fact that whatever it was he was going through wasn't over yet. She herself had been in many of those situations in the past. She was, after all, no stranger to conflict.

But she also knew that it was important to know your limits, and this man was very close to pushing himself beyond his breaking point. She could sense that his mental strength wasn't all there—the effect of manipulation from people with awful intent. It wasn't too bad or noticeable. In fact, some rest would work wonders to resolve the issue. It was more of the lingering effects of attempted mind control that he was experiencing after all.

But he didn't have the time for that. There were more pressing issues for him to deal with right now.

"I-" Nathan was brought out of his thoughts at the sudden noise. He watched her as she seemed to be struggling with what she wanted to say.

After a moment of silence, Nathan decided to press.

"Yes?" he asked softly, seeing the nervousness that flashed through her bright eyes. It looked like she wanted to say something, but wasn't sure if she should.

"I-" she tried again before letting out a long, slow sigh. "I can help you if you really need to leave."

His brows furrowed, "Help me?"

She nodded. "I can heal the injuries quickly for you. It shouldn't take too long."

This only proved to further confuse the dirt-covered man. Wasn't she already healing him? Isn't that why he was here to begin with?

His head tilted slightly, both in confusion and uncertainty. She quickly waved her hands up into a submissive position, showing him that she still meant no harm and that he could trust her. The effects were immediate, as his slightly narrowed eyes softened back to a curious gaze.

Nathan watched the small woman sit there with her hands in the air. He wanted to be cautious and write her off as an enemy, but for some reason, he couldn't find it in himself to do so. She was just so… not threatening. He couldn't pinpoint why, though, and that confused him. It was almost like she had an aura of purity and trust around her that his subconscious was picking up on without him even knowing.

He quickly pushed the thought aside with how ridiculous it sounded. He was starting to sound like the people from the orphanage.

Although, with all the crazy shit he's seen over the years, he wouldn't be too surprised if he actually hit the nail on the head in his assumptions.

"How?" he asked simply.

She moved with hesitation. Only after he nodded did she motioned for him to lie down. "I uh- it's kind of hard to explain. You have to promise me though that you won't tell anybody about this. I probably shouldn't be showing you this, but I'm willing to put some faith in you here so that I can help you."

Pushing the doubts to the back of his mind, Nathan took a deep breath and released it in one short huff. "Yeah, whatever happens in this room stays in this room. I got it."

She smiled gratefully at him, "Thank you, I appreciate it."

He nodded before lying down on his back. Not knowing what she wanted him to do with his arms, he awkwardly placed them at his sides and then proceeded to wait to see what all this secrecy was about. She made fixing up his injuries sound like witchcraft.

"Just relax," she said as she grabbed a stool from somewhere in the small room. Placing it beside the spot his head rested on the bed, she rolled her shoulders back before placing one hand over his chest while the other moved to rest on his forehead. Furrowing his brows at the odd actions, Nathan waited patiently to see what she was going to do to him.

He watched as her eyes slowly slid shut and her features smoothed out, painting her features with focus and determination. He paid so much attention to each and every detail of the structure of her small, heart-shaped face, that he nearly missed her hand when it started to glow a soft pink.

His attention snapped over to the glowing appendage and he stared with wide eyes. Despite the odd amount of trust he already had in her, he could feel himself beginning to panic. Did she lie to him? Was this just another one of Marlow's tricks to off him? To get him to let his guard down and then take him out quickly and quietly?

His pulse began to quicken, but before his body had time to fully react to the sudden stress, all of the panicked, worried thoughts disappeared. In place of growing fear and hatred, a familiar sense of comfort, love, and safety began to settle. His eyes slipped closed without him even realizing. His entire body relaxed as an overwhelming promise of peace and security settled into the deepest recesses of his mind.

This light… it was so familiar. And now he knew why.

It was the same light that he felt earlier when he was drugged. The same light that somehow managed to drown out all the darkness. The same light that saved him from his own fear and insecurities that he didn't know he had until they were being used against him.

He knew this light.

He could trust this light.

He could trust Kagome.

Soon enough, the light began to fade. Nathan realized that he was coming out of whatever trance Kagome had put him under with… whatever it was that she just did.

Confusion started forming once again as he honestly had no idea what exactly it was she had done to him, but as opposed to before, it didn't bother him too much anymore. Whatever it was, it left him feeling a hundred times better than he did even before getting drugged, so he had no room to complain.

He was, however, feeling a bit disappointed that it was ending so quickly. Never before had he felt so safe and warm. It was the best feeling in the world, and he didn't want to have to give it up so soon.

But as many say, all good things must come to an end.

Once the light had faded completely from behind his closed lids, he slowly opened his eyes.

With a small, unsure smile on her face, Kagome removed her hands from his person and sat back to give him some room to collect himself. Feeling the calm beating of his heart, Nathan took a long, relaxed breath before pushing himself to sit up.

"That was… trippy."

She chuckled half-heartedly. "Yeah…"

Noticing her tense posture as well as the scared, uncertain look in her eyes, Nathan smiled in hopes of relieving some of her doubts.

"I feel great though! Thank you for… uh, what exactly did you do? I've never seen anything like that before."

A smile tilted her lips at the childlike wonder peeking through the now fully-healed man. "I manipulated your energy in order to give you a boost. Your soul was desperate for some sort of fuel and the stress on your mind was severely draining what little you had left."

She found herself amused with the confused look on his face. "Basically, I recharged you."

He nodded his head. "Right…"

She chuckled at the mildly disturbed, yet fascinated look he tried to hold back.

The lighthearted atmosphere faded nearly as quickly as it came when her gaze fell to her folded hands resting uneasily in her lap.

Nathan sighed, "Look, I really won't tell. I promise."

Her shoulders practically sagged in relief. He smirked softly at the wide smile that slipped onto her face. He wasn't stupid. He knew what would happen if word about those types of healing abilities got out to the public. And if the military got involved… He didn't even want to think about it.

Kagome seemed like a nice woman. There was no way she deserves to go through something like that.

"Thank you," she said gratefully. He nodded.

Standing from bed, he moved slowly at first to test his stability, and was pleased to find that none of the dizziness from before was there. Reaching to grab his stuff from beside the bed, he made his way towards the exit.

"I really need to go, but thank you again. I really appreciate everything you've done for me. You have no idea how much you helped me out."

"Again, it's not a big deal. If you're ever in the neighborhood again and need medical attention, you know where to find me," she smiled playfully.

He chuckled at this, "Will do. And if you're ever in need of a favor, look me up."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Goodbye Kagome."

"Goodbye."

Turning his back to the petite, dark-haired woman, Nathan walked back into the streets of Yemen with a smile on his face and the thought of pink blankets of warmth heavy on his mind.

Suddenly, he stopped, realizing that he forgot something incredibly important.

Turning around, he shouted at the woman who was pouring out the basin of water beside her small house.

"Nathan!"

She looked up in surprise, before she beamed back at him.

"Goodbye Nathan-kun!" she waved.

Chuckling at the childish look her actions gave her, Nathan shook his head in amusement before turning around for the last time.

"Now, to find Sully…"