I apologize to everyone. I hadn't realized you would like it so much! ;-; Here's chapter 2! /wheeze
...2 years later...
"Sully, for the love of God," Nate said into the phone, "I know this is the fourth time Elena and I separated. Don't rub it in my face."
"I'm tellin' ya, kid," the older man laughed on the other end, "when it comes to you and women, you're shit luck."
"Okay, yeah, thanks," the brunet replied sarcastically. "We'll talk about this later, Sully. Bye."
"Bye, Nate."
With a sigh, he closed his cellphone, laying down on the living room couch and setting the device on his stomach. Sully was right. Getting with various girlfriends and breaking up with them in a matter of weeks, then Elena, Chloe, Elena, and Elena. At least Chloe was following Charlie around ever since he broke his leg, but Elena... She's off doing her own thing. Too much like me, Nathan mused to himself with a smile. Now, the phrase 'opposites attract' made sense.
At this point, he knew the blonde was just utterly sick of him, and he didn't blame her. Getting together, breaking up, getting together again, breaking up again. I'm sick of it, Nate! she had said to him in the last argument. It was never Elena's fault, really. He was always the dumbass risking his life 'willy-nilly,' Sully had put it, and frankly, Drake expected relationship issues with all the shit he's done and put everyone else through. Adventuring and hunting made him happy though, dammit. He would keep doing it. Even after El Dorado, Shambala, and the City of Brass.
Nate broke out of his thoughts when there was a vibration on his stomach; right, the phone. He picked it up and looked at the collar ID. Unknown caller. Hesitantly, he flipped open the cellphone and held it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Hey, mate. Long time no see."
The treasure hunter did a double take. That wasn't... "Who is this," he demanded as he sat up on the couch.
"Drake, I'm hurt. You don't remember your old friend?"
"You can't be Flynn. He died two years ago."
"If he did, he wouldn't be talking to you right now, would he?"
Nathan stayed silent as confusion whirled through his head. Wasn't he dead? He had to be. A grenade exploded in front of him. He watched. They all did. It must be a dream. Yes, he must've fell asleep on the couch, and-
"Cat got your tongue?"
"H- how are you alive," he croaked. As the Brit spoke, he stood from the couch and paced around the house.
"Honestly, I still ask that question myself," the other laughed. "Someone saved me, but I don't know who. They left before I became conscious." They both went quiet, slight background noise breaking the silence. "I know you're probably a bit shocked, but can I stay at your place for a bit, Sweetheart? I want to visit."
"Um," the brunet replied lamely. It was a bit too much. Harry had double-crossed him and almost killed him, then almost killed Elena. A little, hopeful voice made itself known. What if he's changed a lot over the two years he was gone? What if he wanted to apologize? What if he wanted to make things right again? What if, what if, what if. What if he was still the same and will put a bullet through my head when he has the chance, Nate fought back bitterly. Still, though. Flynn had many chances to kill him before, but he hadn't. Plus, Elena wasn't living with him anymore, so he didn't have to worry about that. Just him and his old 'friend.'
"Well?"
"Yeah, you can bunk with me for a bit," he replied. What in the hell was he thinking.
After he gave the address, the blond told him where he was located currently; it was going to be at least a twelve hour drive. Enough time for Nate to get things ready and tell everyone, or at least Sully, but not enough to change his mind about the whole situation. Why me.
