This chapter is sort of like a filler for the next chapter but hopefully still just as good. Nate and Abbie are officially alone now without Sully (but of course he'll be back just don't know when ha). It's adventure time people! I also put in a few UC references from the game and one of my all-time favorite lines from the multiplayer. Let's see if you find it teehe.

It also kind of plays on the will they/won't they type thing going on.

I'll let you lovely's be the judge :) as always ENJOY!

Nate was up a lot earlier than he originally would've liked (it being 6:28 in the morning) and was also doing something he hardly ever did: making breakfast.

Sully had been the one to wake him up just before he had left to catch his plane, told him that he had booked Abbie and him two tickets to Malaysia and that their plane left at nine a.m., and not too be late. Nate had still been groggy when Sully had told him he was leaving to catch his flight; that had been enough to rouse him from whatever sleep was left, causing him to jump to his feet not caring how unbalanced he was.

In perfect timing the timer to the oven went off. He let the spatula rest on the side of the pan as he put on an oven mitt and proceeded to take out the tatter tots. Nate couldn't help but feel somewhat proud of himself; they had turned out a nice flaky golden brown not burnt like last time. Now it was time to begin to fix the tortillas.

Pulling two out of the bag he moved over to the left side of the stove, turned it on, and began to heat the tortillas just as Abbie appeared from the back room. He allowed himself to spare a glance in her direction and watched as she did a big stretch, her eyes still heavy from sleep. Her wavy hair was a mess, definitely bed head material, as some of them were wound into tight curls. It seemed her hair didn't know if it was wavy or curly this morning and to be quite honest Nate could've cared less as she padded herself over to him at the stove.

The small room was filled with the appetizing smell of breakfast. It wasn't what she had expected to be greeted with when Nate woke her up but she was not going to complain. He must've caught her surprise though as he shot her a pleased smile and continued to flip one of the tortillas over. Abbie leaned against the counter as her eyes hungrily surveyed what he'd made.

"You look so surprised."

Nate's voice jolted her and her stomach from their inappropriate gawking. She felt like a food pervert.

"I am. You've made-what is this exactly?"

She motioned from the tatter tots down to what looked like a large scrambled omelet.

"It's a breakfast burrito," Nate replied beaming like he had just done something important.

"Sweetie breakfast burritos are normally made with actual potatoes not tatter tots."

"Well Sully doesn't have potatoes lying around here only tatter tots. Besides these are way more delicious than potatoes could ever hope to be," he replied, picking up a tot and throwing it in his mouth for added affect.

Abbie chuckled; shaking her head lightly, as she watched him delicately fold the corners of the tortilla so as not to break it.

"Fair enough."

"That tatter tot was hot."

Abbie looked up at him then and immediately burst into laughter. He was trying to cool down his mouth, his tongue hanging partially out, and his eyes watering.

"Do you need some water?"

He shot her a questioning look as he tried to decide if she was being serious or not.

"You know I have been slaving over this hot stove all morning to make you breakfast, "he teased, his voice lilted with a whine. "The least you can do be a little more appreciative."

With her arms still crossed and her body leaning comfortably back into the counter she asked, "You've been waiting to use that haven't you?"

"Yeah, just never had a chance to use it."

The sound of tin foil rustling brought her attention back down to the food. Her features grew heavy with a frown as she watched him roll the burritos tightly in the foil and took them over to a backpack lounging in the booth that they had all occupied last night.

"I wanted to eat that you know," she pouted pointing at where her burrito had been a few seconds ago.

"I know and you can when we get in the car. We'll need to hit a store too pick up a few things before we leave and get you some clothes. Unless, of course, you enjoy wearing my clothes."

Abbie struck a pose.

"Well I do look damn good in them."

In Nate's opinion she did; she looked damn cute in his t-shirt and sweats. Mainly because he knew they were his but he didn't voice it, he kept it too himself.

Abbie's confidence faltered just a little as she realized she had been hoping he would voice his attraction and when he didn't she could feel embarrassment begin to burn in her cheeks. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear she realized then that her hair was mess of wave and tangles.

Oh god! She thought as she sprinted back towards the bathroom praying that Sully had a brush in sight.

"Abbie whatever it is your doing you gotta hurry it up! We gotta schedule to keep."

"Don't rush me!"

Speaking of schedule…

Nate looked down at his wrist watch and noticed that it was already past seven o'clock. Normally time seemed to move depressingly slow but now it seemed that it was crushing in on them. He wondered for a moment if maybe the universe was trying to tell him something, that there was no time for delaying, but that was just silly. It was probably just the adrenaline of the new venture he was about to start putting his brain in overdrive.

And the fact I gotta deal with Abigail, he chuckled to himself having used her full name.

He could hear the soft sound of water running in the bathroom and figured he had probably better take a seat. From Nate's past experience with women he knew there was no such thing as any female being ready in less than five minutes.

Sitting down on the on the loveseat Nate pressed himself into the side of it, leaning his arm against it, as his imagination began to take him. He'd always been a huge fan of history and finding lost treasures but this…this was something completely different. He mused over what they could possibly find; the Treasure-of-the-Ocean or Kaustubha alone was worth millions and from what Nate had gathered and these were unexplored temples, unlike the temples in Egypt he loved so much. These were new, uncharted, places that hadn't been discovered before and he, Nathan Drake, would be the first. Along with Abbie of course.

The fact that this was all being spurred on by a crazy Russian billionaire didn't have too much to do with it just sorta helped push him along a lot faster than he would've liked.

No time to enjoy the scenery.

As Abbie came back into the room, twisting her hair into a loose bun, Nate took back his former statement. At least there was a certain scenery he could enjoy.

"Where's Sully?"

"Oh he uh left awhile ago; had an early flight out to New York."

Was it disappointment that flashed across her face? The unhappiness that he thought he saw was quickly masked away by her face toning-down until it was as somber as ever, reminding him strangely of the same look that had been on Sully's face.

Do me a favor and just…just watch out for her, will yeah kid?

You don't even have to ask Sully.

Sully had given him a look of gratitude as he squeezed Nate's shoulder before unexpectedly taking him into a tight embrace.

You be safe Nate.

You know I will be.

Yeah. See you kids soon.

"I just realized," Abbie began tearing him from the days earlier memory as she started putting on her shoes, "I'm going to be alone with you-"

"Oh yeah look, I know I'm irresistible but please, refrain from swooning."

"Ha! You're funny. No but seriously I realized I know nothing about you and I'm going to be with you every single day. You could be completely full of yourself-oh wait, I already figured that out."

Nate feigned laughter; leaning forward with his hand flamboyantly placed on his chest.

"It's the hair," he concluded stroking down the sides.

This time Abbie did laugh as Nate went and picked up the backpack, slinging it over his shoulder.

"Do you have any fake passports?"

Abbie almost choked as her laughter came to a halt.

"Uhm no. Should I?"

"Don't worry about it for now we'll just use your real one and get you some fake ones later."

Heading for the door Nate considered who exactly would be good to contact to get them some I.D.s and passports not to mention guns. As he opened the boats sliding glass door he moved to let Abbie go by.

"Seriously though no swooning."

He had to fight not to laugh and was surprised that his voice had come out as monotone as it had. By the look on Abbie's face she was buying it up until he couldn't hold it in anymore and cracked a smile. Instantly his arm was greeted by her fist as a brilliant smile brightened her face.

"Dick," was all she responded with as she moved her way past him and out towards the entrance of the docks.

The trip to the department store had been as unenjoyably routine as any other normal trip to a clothing store would've been except this time he had gone with Abbie. It hadn't made it any worse or any better. Shopping was pretty low on the list of exciting things that Nate liked to do. He'd thought when they got there that he was going to have to bout with her to not take too long; in the end he had ended up being the one who had taken the longest, not being able to decide if he should buy just all the same color Henley's or mix it up with different colors.

After they had paid for their new clothes and luggage Nate had driven straight to the airport which, had turned out to be lucky for them seeing as how Sully's nine a.m. flight had turned into an eight thirty-five a.m. flight. Sully always was lousy at keeping time.

The flight to Malaysia was going to be about roughly a thirty-two hour flight with a stop in San Francisco and an all-night stop in Tokyo. It was going to be on long ass two days and he hoped he wasn't going to be stuck behind the terror twins the whole flight.

The sign overhead lit to life followed by annoying ting of a noise letting them known it was time to fasten their seatbelts. All around him he could hear a mass of tiny clicks as all the passengers complied; most of their conversations never stopping. The girl off to his right barely taking a breath as she continue to talk at what sounded like a thousand words per minute to the guy next to her. If it was her boyfriend Nate instantly felt sorry for the guy hoping she had other…qualities that made her worth it.

He moved to lean back and get comfortable for the flight when the back of his chair was greeted with spastic kicks that jerked his body awkwardly forward. The sounds of the terror twins' joyful screams sounded behind him. Nate took a second to glance behind him to see their mother, looking beyond exhausted, trying to get them under control. She shot Nate a tight smile of apology as she continued her struggle to silence them.

Even though the plane was crowded, the air mustier than usual (probably do to the bad mixture of dozens of feminine products, sweaty men, and the stale scent of cigarette odor), and the screaming children Nate would've rather been here than anywhere else.

Being cramped and surrounded by passenger's meant that nothing could come up behind them unannounced.

Ever since they had departed from the marina Nate had felt like they had been followed, eyes watching them closely. The feeling had been so intense the middle of his back began to itch making him wish he could carry a weapon. It had only grown worse as he and Abbie had stood in line waiting to hand over their tickets and board the plane. Nate had repeatedly scanned every face and every space he could see of the airport, unconsciously pulling Abbie closer to him.

In a way Nate had felt like maybe his paranoia was getting the best of him but he had no doubt that Golomya was trying to find a way to get them. In Nate's experience crazy assholes like Golomya somehow magically popped up when you least expected it; when you were vulnerable and your guard down. He wouldn't ever give the bastard the satisfaction.

A light shove went through the cabin of the plane making Nate's body lurch forward a bit. He easily righted himself; getting back to the comfortable position he had in his chair. The plane was picking up a good amount of speed as it made its way down the runway and in a matter of minutes he knew they would be up in the air.

Nate had always loved to fly; it gave him extra hours to catch up on all the sleep he had missed while on a job, the flight attendants babied him, they never complained about him asking for a ton of peanuts, and they helped him steer clear of bad guys who could want him dead. It seemed, however, that Abbie did not share in those same thoughts.

Nate focused in on Abbie as laughter began to bubble up his throat. Her teeth were clinched with anxiety as her fingernails dug into the seats armrests.

"Fear of flying I take it?"

When she turned to look at him he felt his laughter dissipate. It was a blend of terror and almost being near the edge of sheer craze but when the plane began to lift up into the air, the terror won out as panic quickened her breathing.

"It's not a fear," she spat. "I just don't like being in anything that goes thousands of feet into the air and can plummet down, crash, and split my body into a million, tiny, insignificant pieces that no one can ever find-"

The more Abbie talked the more frantic her words became, her voice quivering, making it excruciating for Nate to listen too.

"So is that a yes?"

Abbie shot him another look but this one didn't hold any threat of crazy in it. She reminded him of a wet kitten; scared and needing just a smidgen of love.

Aw kitty got wet…

Chuckling he said, "Alright come on let's talk about something-"

"What? Why?"

"To get your mind off of flying and because you're starting to wig me out."

"What a charmer you are!" she mumbled mirthlessly her eyes darting in Nate's direction before going back to staring forward in military fashion.

"Come on I'll even let you ask me anything you want. But only one so you gotta make it a good one."

He could see the beginnings of her spirited smile. Nate gave himself a silent pat on the back until turbulence shuddered through the cabin's hold practically sending Abbie over the edge.

"Easy, easy," he soothed. He placed a comforting hand on her arm letting her know he was there and she was okay. "It's just turbulence."

Nate couldn't have cared less about the turbulence. He was used to it and found it a normal part of his regimen. It had even rocked him to sleep like a baby a few times on some long trips like this one.

As soon as the, 'fasten your seatbelt' light went off Nate quickly undid his and turned as comfortably in the confining seat as he could to look at her. Abbie just stared at him like he was nuts.

"Come on face me."

For a minute Nate thought that she was just not going to budge. Finally, after taking in a deep breath, she took off her seatbelt and turned to face him. As she adjusted herself in her set Nate realized what a bad idea this might turn out to be. He hadn't taken into consideration how boxed in they both were nor how close that had put them; not until she had finally looked up at him and they were barely inches apart.

It was, happy he had used Sully's mouthwash this morning, close.

"See not so bad is it?"

Their direct eye contact and fierce whispering was too much in a confined space but after a while Nate had been able to block it all out. That was until her fingers delicately curled around Sir Francis Drake's ring, part of her hand resting on his chest, causing his pulse to pick up speed.

He had to fight the urge to tuck a not so loose strand of hair behind her ear; looking for any excuse really just to touch her back. Even if her touch wasn't intentional like his.

It was called self-control and believe it or not he had some.

"Can I cash in my one question now?"

Abbie dropped her hand away from his chest and fought to keep eye contact even though it was becoming hard. Quickly Nate switched gears picking up Drake's ring and studied it for a brief second like it was going to tell him something new.

"Depends on what it is," he shot back voice light with mischief.

She gave him a dense look.

"You told me earlier I could ask one question about anything. Are you a liar, Mr. Drake?"

Nate's face dropped in surprise making her smile grow wider.

"No, Miss Williams, I am not."

"Okay then tell me the story behind that."

Abbie pointed to the ring in his fingers. Nate was amused.

"Well what do you wanna know?"

"How did you get it?"

"That's a long story."

There was that dense look again.

"It's a long flight I think we have plenty of time."

"Fair enough."

Nate wondered where exactly he should begin the story and what parts he should leave out but a strange thing happened; his brain didn't want to sensor any of it. He found himself wanting to speak openly with Abbie without holding any information back and that worried him. He didn't know her well enough even if she was a close family friend of Sully's. Nate had learned a long time ago that even people you thought would never turn on you, could, and most definitely would if the right price was involved. It was just how people worked when it came to money.

"I got it from a Sir Francis Drake exhibit they were having back in Cartagena back when I was fourteen. That's also where I first met Sully. I, uh, lifted the key from Sully's wallet that he had made to get into the case."

"Wait," she laughed, "You mean to tell me you stole something that Sully was going to steal…before he did and used what he'd paid to have made?"

"Yeah."

Abbie burst into hysterical laughter which she tried to stifle by covering her mouth with her hands only making it sound muffled.

"That is too funny. But wait why was Sully there trying to get Francis Drake's ring?"

"He was working for a client; a woman to be specific." Nate knew the woman well and could recall her snide, malicious, features better than he would've liked but she was a thing of the past: Far, far in his past. "In the end Sully ended up saving me."

"Why'd he have to save you?"

"The client really wanted the ring."

Nate watched as realization sparked in her eyes with her hands finding his ring again.

"Then I'm glad Sully turned on that psycho bitch. You're probably prettier anyways."

Abbie's last words had been teasing but Nate could still hear the venom from her earlier words. Leaning back against her chair confusion furrowed her brow.

"What I don't understand Nathan-"

Nate was tickled and a little stunned at the use of his full name.

"Nathan?"

She rolled her eyes.

"What I don't understand Nate-"she corrected, "Is why did you want the ring in the first place? At fourteen? And what the hell were you doing in Columbia by yourself at fourteen?"

Ignoring all her other questions he chose to just answer one.

"It's a family heirloom of sorts," he protested.

Abbie puckered her lips as she thought it over before shaking her head.

"No, Drake never had any children."

"That we know of," Nate replied smugly. "He was also supposed to be dead in 1596 but that wasn't true either."

Looking at him with a playful, skeptical look Abbie conceded.

"True but I want a DNA test."

"What?" he laughed. "There's no DNA to test."

She shrugged.

"Well I guess that just makes you family by association or a big fat liar!"

"My mouth is not fat it's nicely proportioned to my face."

"I call your birthright a lie and the only thing you care about is your mouth being fat?"

"Hey you're the one who called me pretty."

"You're so conceited it's ridiculous," she snorted.

"Comes with the territory."

"What territory?"

They both started laughing, maybe just a little too loud, because the thousand words per minute girl turned around and told them to shush, her face scrunched in annoyance. Nate couldn't believe they had just been told to be quiet by motor mouth.

"Well we uh better get some rest. We'll be in Malaysia before you know it and then they'll be no time for us to rest."

Turning back around in her seat Abbie sighed, "Lovely."

For the rest of the flight she watched in amusement as Nate got hit on by the flight attendants, who awarded him with peanuts every time he smiled.

It was like taking candy from hormonal teenagers.

Thoughts?

The next chapter will definitely go back to the fast pacing since, of course, we can't forget about Golomya and Nate's horrible luck that he always seems to have, poor guy. I'm also writing in a special character for someone via request :) I'm sure it'll be a pleasant surprise (hopefully) for some of you. Think theif lol

Per usual I am dying to know how you guys are feeling about this and also Nate and Abbie's relationship. Who knows things could change.

~Much Love Jeneane~