"Sic Parvis Magna"

Greatness from Small Beginnings

-Sir Francis Drake

Nathan Drake wasn't one to be taken by surprise often.

Sure, he'd had his fair share of mishaps- collapsing buildings, sinking ships, cliff falling that had resulted in his near death-, but had he ever been truly, honestly shocked at an event throughout his life? He had once wondered about this quite a lot. Was his upbringing to blame, being left on the streets and having to be prepared for anything? Or was it just in his genetic makeup to adapt to any situation without much of a thought? Besides his brother seemingly coming back from the dead the year before, Nathan couldn't remember a time where he had been left speechless by a particular event.

Until late one evening on March the ninetieth of 2016, that is.

The phone call was answered by Elena, sitting on the couch sending an email to the crew of D&F Fortunes. The show had taken off quite well the year before, so much so that Nate was now being recognized in airports and sometimes even being asked for photographs. Elena tended to stay behind the camera nowadays, something that had confused Nate to begin with but was now starting to understand, giving the attention he was receiving. Nate was the pretty face, but Elena was the boss.

"Hello?" He heard her say from the kitchen as he searched around in hopes for one more plate in their sparse cabinets. Due to the success of the show, the small Drake-Fisher family decided to pack up their things from busy New Orleans and move to their own private beach house in Hawaii. With everything settled and signed, now all that's left to do is find time to pack everything and move it. So far, they have the packing thing down- it's the moving part that's proving to be difficult. "No, this is his wife. Can I help you?"

Nate glanced behind him, halting his search for a plate. Elena raised an eyebrow at him, listening to the other person speak over the phone.

"He's right here. Give me just a second." Removing the phone from her ear, Elena stands and makes her way to Nate, placing the phone on mute. She gives him a questioning look, "Addison Turner?"

"Who?" Nate furrows his eyebrows, mentally searching through his journal and trying to remember a contact with that name scribbled somewhere.

"No idea." Elena shrugs, handing him the phone. "Seemed like she really needs to talk to you though. Maybe she wants to hire you to find a lost city?"

"Ha ha," Nate rolled his eyes, grabbing the phone from her, "really, you should be a comedian. We can give you air time on the show and everything."

"Answer the phone, cowboy." Elena laughs, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter.

Knowing her curiosity is getting the best of her, Nate clicks the phone off mute and puts it on speaker. "Drake here."

"Are you Nathan?" A rough female voice asked, obviously a smoker, and Nate couldn't help but be reminded of his brother.

He should really call him soon. Last he'd heard, he was off somewhere in India with Chloe Frazer and Nadine Ross, of all people.

"That's me. How can I help you, Ms. Turner?" Nate asked, chuckling as Elena leans in closer.

Still always looking for a story.

"I knew your brother. Sam Drake?" Addison Turner replied. Nate raised both eyebrows, shaking his head at Elena's questioning glance.

"Well, I'm sorry to say he's not here. Is there anything I can help you with?" Nate tried to direct the conversation away from his criminal brother, but the woman across the phone wasn't having it.

"Yeah, for starters you can tell him he's a real son of a bitch."

Nate choked on a laugh. "He hears that on a daily basis, I assure you."

"And secondly, you can tell him his daughter appreciates everything he's done for her. Real stand up guy, your brother. Tells me stories about how we'll leave this city and find Henry Avery's treasure and live a life full of riches.."

But Nate wasn't listening.

Daughter?

Sam has a daughter?

He has a niece?

Seeing that Nate wasn't going to speak anytime soon, Elena cut's the woman's ramblings off, "I'm sorry, we're just a bit confused. You and Sam have a baby?"

"Well, not a baby anymore, though sometimes she's childish enough to pass as one. She's fourteen, and she's on her way to you as we speak."

"Whoa, what?" Nate finally snaps out of his daze, grabbing the phone from Elena's hand and begins to pace across their almost empty apartment. "How do you know where we are? Why is she coming here? Who even are you? I've never heard of you!"

"Did your brother always tell you about the women he slept with?" Addison fired back. Nate could hear her take a deep drag of her cigarette and car horns blaring in the background.

"Well, I guess not, but that still doesn't answer my questions."

"You're not hard to track down for a celebrity, you know. You should probably work on that." Addison replies. "As far as your niece, she's on her way to you because I can't do it anymore."

Nate, as well as being shocked, doesn't get angry often. It only happens when his friends or family is threatened, or when he's facing truly evil people who want to purposely harm innocent.

And, apparently, when his nieces' mother wants to abandon her just like his father did 35 years ago.

"You can't do it?" He scoffs, closing his eyes and clenching his teeth. "You can't take care of a fourteen year old who more than likely takes care of herself?"

"I work two jobs just to keep us afloat, but I can't even concentrate on that because I'm either getting called to the school or the jail to bail out said fourteen year old!" Addison snaps, her voice rising. "I've tried to raise her right. Teach her bad and good. But she's either looking for trouble or, when she's not, the trouble finds her and I'm done. I refuse to watch my daughter go down the same path as her father, so you can do it. Give Samuel my regards, and tell him to go fuck himself." With that, Addison Turner hangs up.

Nate stares blankly at the phone in his hand, his mind still reeling but the anger diminishing.

Sam has a daughter.

Does Sam even know he has a kid?

Would he really keep that from me?

Yes.

Yes, he would.

"Whoa." Elena walks up behind him, arms still crossed tightly across her chest. "Whoa."

"Holy shit." Nate breathes, still staring at the phone. "There's a fourteen year old kid on her way here right now."

"Not just any fourteen year old kid." Elena responds, placing her hand on Nate's arm. He glances down at her. "Our fourteen year old niece."