There's some delicious hurt!Nate which I personally love (is it weird?) and there's gonna come even more later. But yay, a new update so quickly after the last one! Sorry about the mistakes if there are some, it's literally like 5AM here when I finished this because I just wanted to finish this chapter :D Enjoy!

Nathan stood in front of the wooden house surrounded by palm trees. He took a deep breath as he took a few steps forward. He didn't want to think what might be waiting inside. The beach sand gave up a little under his feet, which made the house a little more difficult to approach for the injured man. Normally walking in a sand wasn't a hard task to Nathan Drake, but now he slowly struggled his way to the front door. Normally he didn't find anything related to walking, jumping and running, hard, but it was understandable for a man who had spent his last month in a coma. Suddenly Nate stopped as he smelled the strong scent floating around. Gunpowder. The smell he was too familiar with. The smell, which did not belong to their home.

His stomach twisted when he saw the front door to be left open. As he stepped inside, he almost tripped on the dining chair that was lying in front of the door. Nate knew they could make a mess. Hell, he knew Elena was a messy person, but even she wasn't that messy. So he stood in the middle of the living room for a while, staring at the disaster in front of his eyes. The television had fallen forward and it was buzzing slightly, tiny sparks of electricity falling to the floor. The coffee table was flipped over between the kitchen counters. All movable goods were all over the place, partly broken.

"Hello?", he tried. No answer. "Damn it..". Nate had a bad feeling. He ran both of his hands over his face all the way up to his hair, pulling it in frustration. "Great, just great…", he muttered angrily to himself. There was nothing he could do at this point. Nate was just about to grab his phone to try to reach Elena, when he heard a door closing upstairs. He wasn't alone after all. He froze and moved his gaze quickly around the room, searching for something that he could use as a weapon if it came to that. He grabbed the first idea in his mind and sneaked into the kitchen to get a knife. It wasn't the best option in a gunfight, but it was the best he could come up at that point.

Nate sneaked his way step by step to upstaird, squeezing the knife in his hand until his knuckles turned white. Why on earth he kept a gun safe in their bedroom. What if the guy found it? They should've known something would happen. Now Elena was gone. He heard a floor creak from the bedroom. Somebody was defitinely there. Nate swallowed hard, took a deep breath and rushed throught the door.

He didn't have time to react before he felt a hard object in the back of his head.

"Get back, you son of a bitch!", he heard a female voice cry in a sharp voice. He felt a blinding pain in his head, which made him to lose his balance for a second. He collapsed on his knees, one hand immediately supporting his pounding head and other on the floor in front of him, trying to keep himself from completely falling. He had dropped his knife somewhere behind him and cursed himself in his mind from not being more careful. Nate cried out inadvertently, moving his other hand from the floor to the other side of his head to hold it when he faced another wave of nausea.

"Oh my god, Nate!?"

Nate forced himself to look up ignoring the pounding and the feeling of throwing up and frowned when he was met with a familiar blonde. "Elena.. wha..", he murmured collapsing lower facing towards the floor, now covering his face with both hands in hopes for the throbbing pain to go away a little faster. Elena was immediately on the floor in front of Nate, holding both of her hands on his shoulders.

"Nate, I'm so sorry! God, are you okay?", she cried in a shaky voice. Nate took one deep, shaky breath before finally rising his head again and locked his eyes with Elena's worried ones.

"God, what did you hit me with?", he tried to chuckle and brought a hand to feel the back of his head. The pain was finally starting to ease.

"Baseball bat", Elena blurted awkwardly while placing a few strands of her bangs behind her ear.

"Well, good girl"

Elena frowned at him and waved her hand in a circle, pointing for him to turn his head, "Here, let me see it". To Elena's surprise he smirked and tilted his head slightly before turning around.

"Oh, how do I know your not gonna strike again?", he joked.

"Not funny", she muttered quietly while examining him.

"So what happened here?"

Elena stopped for a moment, "huh?"

"In case you haven't noticed, the place looks maybe a little messier than normally"

Oh, how she had missed those smartass comments. She smiled by herself and got up to get an ice pack, "what do you think", she sighed turning to face him, "they came"

"What, who?", Nate rised his gaze to Elena, who looked awfully pale all of the sudden. He watched as she opened the bedroom drawer and took some letters from it.

"We've been having some… threats", she admitted, "he wants Sam"

Nate slowly got up himself and walked next to her to inspect them. After reading a few, he turned to Elena, who paced back and forth in front of the window.

"How long have you been having these?"

"I don't know, a few days, I guess"

Those words cut him more than he would've thought. His family was in danger and they haven't said a word about it. They had visited many times and every time they were hiding it. On the other hand, Nate couldn't really blame them. He had been so focused on himself that he hadn't noticed something was off. He had pushed them away. Now he understood why they wanted to come over so often. They were afraid for his sake. Elena fingered her hair elastic around her wrist, watching Nate's reaction for the news. He looked half confused, half hurt, but finally he approached Elena.

"Hey", he said softly cupping her face, "why didn't you tell me?" Elena gave him a sad smile and placed her hand on top of his.

"You've had a lot on your plate"

Nate wiped gently her hair off her face and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Where's Sam?"

Elena let out a deep sigh and bit her lip. "I don't know. He doesn't answer his phone or texts", she said truthfully, "I think they might have taken him. I'm sorry, Nate"

"Was he here with you when the guys came in?"

"Yes"

Nate closed his eyes and thought for a while. Sam was gone. Alcazar's got him. He didn't want to think about what they might do to him. He remembered when Sam once quoted him with 'death is not a mercy I will grant you'. They would probably kill him, but not in the easiest way.

"I gotta go after them", Nate heard himself saying, "I know one of his hide-outs, that's worth checking"

Elena's eyes widened. "No, no, no", she said firmly, "You are in no condition to go after anyone. We should just call the police"

Nate shake his head incessantly, "No"

"But-"

"They'll kill us all then", Nate snapped and started to pack his stuff. He found his gun holster and attached it to his belt. "I need to call Sully and-"

"Nate, stop", Elena pleaded and grabbed Nate's arm, but he wrenched himself free instantly.

"No! I have to!", he suddenly yelled, which made Elena wince. He regretted it immediately. Nate leaned with his hands on the drawer and turned back around to face her. "I'm sorry. This is something I have to do. It's my brother", he continued softly.

"I'm coming with you"

"Not in a million years"

Elena's eyes glistened with tears, which were streaming down her cheeks. "I don't wanna lose you again", she said quetly looking straight into his eyes. Nate felt his heart clentch. He loved her some much. He didn't want to leave her any more than she didn't want him to go. He cupped her face with both of his hands and leaned down to place a light and gentle kiss on her lips. He put his strong arms securely around her, pulling her for a tight hug. Elena reached to wrap her arms around his neck and buried her face into his shoulder.

When they finally pulled away Nate raised Elena's chin gently to look her in the eyes. "Look", he started, "I'll come back", he promised and wiped a tear off her cheek with his thumb. "But if for some reason you won't hear from me, don't come after me", he continued seriously, gently stroking her hair. "Do you understand?" Elena looked him for a while until she lowered her head and placed her hands against his chest. Nate pulled her closer once again and kissed the top of her head. "I love you so much", he whispered into her hair, pulled away and walked out of the door.

"Same to you, cowboy"

Wow, the end turned out to be more depressing than I originally thought lol. Hopefully you like it and yay please review and favorite if you haven't already! Love you