The Uncharted and Tomb Raider series do not belong to me. Only the OCs and plot do.

Note: Next chapter! This time there wasn't that long of a wait, let's see if I can keep that up (even if the end is very near).

The statement that White had yelled was followed by him jumping up onto another tent. He snarled at anyone near him, which caused for the others to quickly find some kind of cover in order to start shooting at him again. Lara and Nate got behind a row of metal crates, getting their guns ready to shoot at him.

"Try to aim at his head this time," Nate suggested to her, swiftly turning around to shoot at the creature. Lara tried to follow suit. The cycle of shooting and ducking with White took what felt like forever, even if it was really only a few minutes. When they realized the bullets really weren't doing anything, they knew they had to come up with something else. It was time to try and get him to drink the water.

Lara leaned against the crates with a sigh of annoyance, looking to the other. They could hear everyone else shooting still, along with White's screeches and the occasional screams of those he had killed. It felt like a war zone to some extent, but those sounds felt familiar to her, as much as she hated to admit it.

"What now?" she asked.

"We're gonna have to make him drink the water," he replied.

Lara gave a heavy breath. She took the water from Nadine earlier, looking down at it as the canister was now attached to her hip. "But how?" she questioned. It was difficult to attempt such a thing.

Nate made a face. He was just as confused but as he looked around him, he knew that the constant shooting wasn't going to do anything to defeat White. "I'll distract him. If we can get him at a vulnerable position or something we can maybe manage it," he murmured. It wasn't a plan. It wasn't anything really. It was just all they had.

"Distract him…? Nate—" she began, but she noticed that he had already gotten up at that point. She couldn't argue with him. She simply scooted over to where he had been sitting just moments before, watching him go out to greet White.

Many of the bullets stopped, people seeming to cease fire due to seeing Nate, but also because they most likely realized they were just wasting ammo. While White looked weakened, he definitely wasn't no where near dead.

White looked to see the other walking towards him, squinting. He wasn't sure what he was trying to pull.

Nate didn't know what he was trying to pull either.

He threw his gun at the ground and gave White a look. "This isn't going anywhere," he told the other. "We both know that."

"Then what is this?" White asked, gesturing towards the situation. "A surrender?"

Laughing, Nate shook his head. "Definitely not that," he replied, finding the idea of that pretty ridiculous. He began to walk towards White at a faster pace. "Let's talk."

Lara peeked out, watching the scene. Nate was certainly distracting White, but for how long? She looked over to where Sully was then, who was just as lost as everyone else. No one knew what was happening, other than Lara. She sighed, glancing back over to the creature.

"About what?" White growled. The two were circling each other at this point. It looked very much like two wolves ready to attack each other.

Nate gulped, but made sure he didn't show any signs of fear. "Let's start with your massive makeover," he suggested, giving a smirk. "What was it for if you're not even using it right?"

"What?"

"You're all bark. No bite. You're still just the same Leo," Nate said, trying to get a rise out of the other. At this point, Lara understood that he was just trying to make the other mad… but why? That wouldn't end up good. It made no sense, at least not to her. She was close to stopping it but she knew she couldn't just do such a thing.

White glared at him in response. "What are you trying to say to me, Drake?"

"That God wasted his time with you."

This made White stop dead in his tracks. How could this thief ever act as if he knew what God wanted? Growling, it was quite obvious that the creature was now furious. He was seething, and it was made more apparent when he launched at Nate. He pinned him to the ground and began to try and cause damage, trying to punch and claw at him. While he landed some of these, Nate tried just as hard to block and dodge, though it was difficult.

Lara's eyes widened. She looked around, trying to see if there was anything that could help her. She couldn't do anything just yet, she knew that. Her eyes scanned the area around her, and when her eyes caught sight of a compound bow, it almost felt like everything paused. It was laying next to the dead body of a soldier, who she assumed was its previous owner. She crouched and swiftly made her way over to it, grabbing it as fast as she could, along with the arrows she needed.

Nate winced as White decided to scratch at his side. He grunted, managing to give a good kick to White's chest. The other fell back in surprise, which allowed Nate to sit up and crawl away as quick as he could manage.

Lara ran back over to her cover, where she had good sight of White. She began to ready herself to aim, making sure to go for the head. She wanted to be as accurate she could.

"Now, now, now… don't run away from me just yet," White said, suddenly slamming back down onto the other. Nate gave a groan, trying to push him off though to no avail. White placed his hand over Nate's face as he held him down, trying to suffocate him. His attention was focused only on the other who squirmed and attempted escape from under him.

Nate grabbed onto White's wrist. He realized he couldn't really do anything now. White was too strong. He was still trying his best to escape, but he knew nothing would really work. He stopped, trying to save some sort of energy.

Meanwhile, Lara had a perfect shot of White's head. She hadn't noticed that Nate had basically gave up and stopped moving. She simply let go of the arrow and made her shot.

Everything felt like it was in slow motion. She couldn't hear anything other than the arrow that she watched lodge into White's head. The creature screeched and threw Nate into the base of a nearby tree. Without thinking, Lara ran over to Nate. White was still screeching, the arrow in his head obviously causing great pain.

"Nate?" she murmured, getting on her knees next to him. He was laying down at the base of the tree. He looked to be knocked out. Her mind raced. She wasn't really thinking, her brows furrowing as she looked him over. She didn't really know if he was okay or not, but her blurry vision from sudden tears made her stand up. She had to focus on White for now.

She turned to see him still having trouble with the arrow. The creature had fell to his knees, holding his head. Lara narrowed her eyes. She was now the one filled with anger. She felt awful but pushed it aside, running after him and then slamming herself into him.

She got on top of him, shaking as she began to punch him aggressively. "You stupid bastard!" she yelled, getting her teeth. She repeatedly threw her fists into his face, obviously uncaring. She was sick of White. She was sick of Trinity. She was sick of everything that dealt with them.

She soon grabbed one of her guns from a holster and then began to hit at his face with the handle, not seeming to mind the screams and screeches that came from him. She was giving him what she felt he deserved, yet she soon stopped. She threw the gun to the side and grabbed her canister, opening it up and shoving it into his mouth. "Drink it!"

White put his hands up, trying his best to object. He couldn't, obviously, and he instead began to take in the water by force. When Lara stood back up and stepped away to see if anything had happened, she could see that he was starting to jerk around, almost like how a fish out of water would from suffocation.

The screeching only got louder, she could see his mummified skin look like it was bubbling up. She couldn't tell if anything was happening with his face, considering she had beat it so much, but she knew something was happening to him.

He tossed from side to side before he began to puke up blood, his body shaking. He could no longer take the pain he was being put through, screaming once more before he finally fell silent. He no longer moved. He only laid there, seeming to be lifeless.

White was dead.

Lara gave a heavy breath, gulping. She was relieved, and surprised, but relieved that he was gone. She quickly made her way back to Nate.

When she got back on her knees next to him, she grabbed onto his head and rested it in her lap. She patted his cheek gently. "Nate?" she asked, sucking her breath then. "Nate…? Come on."

The others then began to surround her. They realized White was dead. Sully perked up in seeing the situation.

"Damn kid," he sighed, shaking his head. He felt as if these scenes of worry were way too frequent with Nate. He could tell he was breathing, but he wasn't sure how long it would take for him to wake up.

Lara gave a huff. She was annoyed to some extent, though the tears that she had held back earlier began to pour like afternoon showers. She pressed her forehead against his, shaking and sniffling as she cried.

Nate's hand twitched. His eyes fluttered open, though he groaned in response to the sudden pain that shot through his head. Hitting his head on a tree wasn't in his plans today. He coughed a little before realizing that Lara was right above him.

Hearing him shift around and make noise, she looked at him for a moment. She couldn't stop her crying but she didn't manage to hug him quite suddenly. He grunted, though didn't want to disappoint, wrapping his arms around her.

"Judging by… the crying… you got White?" Nate murmured, trying to sit up. Lara pulled away, nodding as she started to wipe her tears away.

She gulped, clearing her throat. "Yeah, he's dead," she explained.

"And he threw you like a ragdoll," Sam stated, gesturing towards his brother. "Are you okay?"

"I'm… good. Everything just kind of… hurts," Nate laughed gently, in which he tried to stand, though quickly leaned against Lara who stood as well. He gave a sigh and smiled goofily, as if everything were fine. "So, he's really dead, huh?"

Lara nodded. "He is," she said, giving a weak smile. She looked over to Nadine. "I think it's time to go."

Nadine took in a deep breath before she agreed. "I'll get everything ready for us." She walked away to do such a thing, leaving the others by themselves.

Jonah pinched the bridge of his nose. "The water actually worked," he let out, finding it rather crazy. Though, he was relieved. This whole thing was finally over. They no longer had to worry about White or the fountain. Everything was finally done.

Sully gave a cackle. "I'm surprised it worked myself," he replied, giving Nate a look. "You better not have a goddamn concussion, kid."

"No promises," Nate smirked.

Lara elbowed him in the side, shaking her head as she began to walk with them towards the base area. She wanted to find a place for Nate to sit down while they waited for a ride to leave. She was thankful that he was okay, at least to some extent. She didn't know if he had anything really wrong with him for now.

They walked into a tent. Lara helped sit Nate down on a cot, in which she sat down next to him.

Looking over to her, he gave a soft breath. "So…" he started. "Considering I passed out… what happened?"

Lara gave a heavy sigh. She figured she could tell him as they waited.

Nadine had arranged for a helicopter to drop the couple off at a hospital in New Orleans. Although Lara thought they should go to the nearest one, Nate had decided to just wait on one back home. Sully flew Sam and Jonah in his own plane, wanting to give Lara and Nate personal space.

"I can't believe my first visit to New Orleans is going to be to a hospital," Lara murmured, leaning into her seat.

"At least you're getting a free trip," Nate replied, wincing as he grabbed onto his side. "Shit."

She glanced over to him and frowned. "What is it?"

"He scratched me," he explained. "But I think when he was throwing me around he might've broke something." He gave a heavy breath and made sure to relax.

"Do you think one of your ribs are broken?" she asked, concerned.

He simply shrugged. It definitely hurt around that area, but what did he know? It could be something less severe, but it wasn't like he never dealt with a broken rib before anyway. He gave her a weak smile.

"I guess we'll find out," he told her.

She gave him a face. "You're acting really calm for someone who might have punctured lung," she pointed out, joking with him.

He leaned back and closed his eyes for a moment. "It's not a big deal. I've taken a lot of bad falls," he reminded her. "It's just part of the job."

"I've never broken a rib, actually."

"Oh, really? Well, look at you," he laughed gently, trying not to make anything hurt worse. "I'm not surprised. You're smarter about this stuff."

Lara placed her hand on top of his, causing him to look over to her in response. "I'm just more cautious. It doesn't mean I'm any smarter than you," she corrected him, giving a small smile.

His eyes focused on their hands before his attention went back to her face. Her smile caused him to smile as well. He couldn't help it, regardless of any pain he felt in his body.

"Right. That's why I have the broken bones and you're away with a few scratches," he joked.

"You have the broken bones because you were distracting White… and he ended up dead like you theorized too. I don't think what you did was for nothing," Lara said, her thumb stroking his knuckles. "Besides, I think we can both learn from each other."

"You think so?"

"Well, you have a lot more experience than me," she let out. "You've been doing it a lot longer."

He raised a brow. "How old do you think I am?" he asked playfully.

Lara shook her head. "I didn't mean it like that," she laughed. Though, she thought for a moment then. It looked like she was actually thinking about it.

"That doesn't mean—" he began, but he stopped when she spoke again.

"Thirty… something?" she guessed.

"Very close. 33," he replied.

She smiled and leaned her head on his arm. "27," she responded, telling him her own age.

He smiled more, looking down at her. Even if they were on their way to a hospital, he didn't seem to care very much. He was enjoying this moment, somehow.

The hospital was quiet and peaceful after everything was situated. Nate did end up with a broken rib, but luckily it was only that. He would be able to leave and go home soon. Lara sat down beside his bed in a chair, sighing a little as she leaned back and looked over to him. The last time she had been in a hospital was for Samantha. It hurt her to remember that, but she tried to push it away.

"Hospitals freak me out," Nate muttered, his head leaning against his pillow.

"Hospitals?" Lara asked, laughing softly. "After everything you've seen, it's hospitals that scare you?"

He closed his eyes and gave a heavy breath. He smiled gently, perking up when he saw the door open. Sully, Sam, and Jonah had walked in. He gave a weak and lazy wave to them before he relaxed again.

"What's the news?" Sam questioned, walking over to his little brother.

Nate looked up to him. "A broken rib and a mild concussion," he replied, as if that were something good to hear. "So nothing too bad."

Sam shook his head in response. "You're the only person to say a broken rib isn't bad," he told him, sighing.

"After getting electrocuted, it really isn't," Nate argued.

Lara gave him a look. "Electrocuted?" she asked, obviously surprised.

"Long story," he murmured.

Sully crossed his arms as he glanced over to Nate. "So… after all that, what did we get?" he complained, but almost playfully in a sense. "Not a damn thing."

Lara put her hands up defensively. "Well, White didn't destroy humanity," she reminded him, laughing a little bit. She figured that was treasure enough. She didn't really care if they didn't get anything. They found the Fountain of Youth. They destroyed White. She hoped that Trinity was finally over.

Jonah walked over to Lara, standing behind her and resting his hands on her shoulders. He gave them a squeeze. "I think that's prize enough," he said, agreeing with her. "And the fact that none of us are dead is good too."

Lara nodded, her eyes looking over to Nate. She gave a small smile, tilting her head as she thought for a moment. There was silence, only for just a minute in time.

"Yeah," she finally said. "That too."

A/N: The end is coming very soon! Pretty excited for it honestly, considering it'll be something I actually complete for once lol. But don't worry, even after this ends... there's gonna be plenty more of Nate and Lara (haha, yes, definitely more). Hope you enjoyed this chapter! It's a bit choppy in the start to have it seem "fast" paced, but eh.