Sooooo I know it's been a while but I'm currently working on my dissertation at Uni (not as fun as it sounds) this story will get finished though!

Medallion of Sight 4

Sully was floating, he could tell that much, there wasn't anything solid around him, not that he could see through the darkness to confirm this, but there was definitely nothing for him to hold on to. That must mean that Nate had lost consciousness. Damn…now what would happen? The drug used on Nate must have been different to the one used on Charlie, Charlie never lost consciousness he just went nuts.

Telling how long he was floating in the darkness was starting to bother him too. He had no idea if he'd been here seconds or hours. No way of knowing what was happening with Nathan, which was why he'd used the medallion in the first place. All he knew was that wherever he was now that bastard Talbot was behind it. He could still picture the agent's smug face as he aimed at Nate. Reminding himself that Talbot was dead did little to alleviate the all-consuming rage that he felt.

Before he could dwell on it much longer, a noise echoed through the darkness and he realised that it was getting lighter, whatever was going to happen it was going to happen soon.

Within seconds the amount of light increased exponentially and he found himself floating above a café in the same town. Nate was slumped over a table in front on Marlowe, Talbot was to her left and there was a well build man in a cowboy hat to her right. All in all things didn't look too good for the kid, speaking of which Nate was definitely conscious now, but cleverly remaining still, just like Sully had taught him. The older man smiled at this, at least he'd taken in some of the advice Sully had given him, listen to your surroundings first, try and remember what happened, then face whatever situation it was you were in.

Slowly the younger man raised his head, dark green eyes taking in the journals, map, cipher and press passes spread over the table in front of him. Marlowe's voice broke the tense silence.

"Welcome back"

Nate jumped up into a sitting position, looking around and clocking Talbot and the other man, before glancing back at Marlowe. She was playing with the ring that had been around Nate's neck. Sully knew the moment Nate's run instinct kicked in, he saw it on his face. In an attempt to be subtle he moved his hands under the table and just as his muscles tensed in order to flip the table, Marlowe spoke again.

"I don't recommend making a scene. You're not exactly here legally remember?" Nate didn't move his hands, but didn't throw the table either. Marlowe looked at the ring again, "Greatness from small beginnings". Sully didn't like the smirk in her voice as she said it, or the look in her eyes when she raised them to look at Drake.

"Beneath that cocky exterior you're still the same scared, filthy, little runaway, aren't you?"

Sully felt his anger rise at the comment, Nate had definitely not been scared when he was on the streets of Cartagena, and he'd stood up to Marlowe when she'd slapped him. He'd been brave enough to pursue the ring even when he knew that Sully was casing the museum, and clever enough to know that if he'd handed the ring over, Marlowe wouldn't have let him go.

"Skip the mind games, you don't know me"

'Atta boy Nate' Thought Victor, don't give that bitch an inch to work with.

"In fact I think I know you better than anyone Mr Drake" She paused, eyes meeting Nathan's. "Of course that's not your real name is it? But we won't dwell on that. Mother commits suicide, father surrenders son to the state at the age of five."

Sully sucked in a breath, Nate had never told him that, he hadn't asked, it had been obvious that he hadn't wanted to talk about it. How dare this woman, who had no right to, go digging through the kid's past and throw it back in his face. He wondered if Nate would have told him that this conversation had happened if Sully hadn't used the amulet. Probably not, Marlowe was dead now, there was no one else close enough to hear, Nathan would probably pretend that it never happened.

"Entrusted to the St Francis boys home" the laugh that spurted from her throat was sinister and mocking. "It's all so Dickensian". Nate didn't look up from where he was staring at the table in front of him.

"Oh" Marlowe had apparently followed his line of sight, Sully leant forwards, able to see pictures of Elena on the table. "Don't worry, she's of no interest to us, unless of course" She moved her hand to grip Nate's wrist, and Sully could see all his muscles tense at the contact. "We need to apply a little pressure" Nate withdrew his arm, it was clear that they had found his weak spot. Sully knew that Nate still loved Elena. The argument that had caused then to split up still weighed on the kid, Sully could see it in his eyes.

"What do you want from me?"

"As much as it pains me to admit it, I need your help, to find Victor Sullivan"

"Right"

Sully almost laughed the tone of Nate's voice when he responded was one that he used to use a lot back when he had just picked him up in Cartagena. It was the 'I'm going to say the word that you want to hear but in the voice that makes you realise that I'm being sarcastic and it's never going to happen' voice.

"We already know that he has the co-ordinates to find Iram". "How do you know that?" Sully knew, from listening to Nate ramble when he was drugged, that Drake had told them, but it seemed like the younger man had no memory of what he said when he was drugged. Great, no he was going to feel guilty for putting Sully in danger, which he seemed to be doing a lot recently.

Marlowe laughed lightly again, "You told us Nathan. It seems your loyalty isn't as firm as you like to think it is. What about his?" Sully held his breath Nate was too smart to fall for the mind games but he hadn't been able to find him, now it was his turn to feel guilty. If he'd gotten to Nate, none of this would have happened.

"What? Wait, what are you trying to pull?" Sully's breath returned in a rush, he didn't need to feel guilty the kid could handle his own, even after just waking up from whatever it was he was drugged with, he knew that Sully wouldn't abandon him. What had he done to inspire such loyalty?

"Nothing . . . it's just that, well, we've had you 'in our clutches' for quite some time now . . . and he hasn't exactly mounted a rescue. He didn't rescue you back in Cartagena either. He just saw something that he could exploit"

What had Sully ever found attractive about that woman, she was manipulative and cruel. He may have lived like that in the past, but that was before he became responsible for a teenager. Nathan had changed him, for the better, and he would never exploit him. Nate was family, he just hoped that Nate knew that.

"I know what you're trying to do". Evidently he did. Sully smiled, you're mind games aren't going to work this time Katherine.

"Trust me, Victor is only ever in it for Victor. It's a cold, hard fact. I discovered it 20 years ago, I'm surprised it's taken you this long to figure it out"

"You're wasting your time lady"

Out of the corner of his eye, Victor saw Talbot get a phone call, and that horrible, smug smile that Sully hated so much spread across his face. Marlowe speaking again dragged his attention back towards the two at the table.

"Fair enough, but ask yourself. . . when he scooped you off the streets of Columbia 20 years ago, did he save you from that life, or did he just doom you to this one?"

Sully couldn't register the expression on Nathan's face before Talbot started moving. He whispered in Marlowe's ear, it was in that second that Sully knew this wasn't going to end well for Nate. He moved to stand between Talbot and his friend, but just floated through the table.

"Ah, excellent, well, we've located Sullivan on the other side of the city."

Talbot smirked at Nathan, before walking towards the alley that would take him to Sully.

"I'm sorry Nathan. It seems you've been removed from the equation."

No no no! Sully moved again trying to pull Nate away with him. His lack of control over the situation was beginning to frustrate him. He saw the pirate move behind Nate and place his hands on his shoulders with an evil sounding laugh.

Nate shrugged and for one terrible second, Victor thought that he'd given up. But in the next second, he flipped the table and took off after Talbot.

Sully found himself floating above Nate without really trying again. Watching as he caught up with Talbot and wincing at all the injuries the younger man was accumulating. He listed them in his head so that he could check Nate when he got out of his memories. Hit by a door, fell from a drainpipe onto a car window, hit by a mini-van, tackling Talbot off a ledge, getting hit by anther door, jumping through a window, and falling through a very make shift ceiling. He was going to lecture Nate on self-preservation after this. But in consideration of the fact that Nate was only chasing Talbot so hard, so that he wouldn't get to Sully, he'd limit the lecture to half an hour.

When Nate finally caught up with Talbot, Sully again began to panic, this was the guy that Charlie had shot, and he'd not so much as got a scratch, how in the hell would Nate beat him hand-to-hand?

His burning desire to punch Talbot in the face, resurfaced with a vengeance when the agent forced Drake's head into a fountain. It's too bad the guy was dead, Sully would never get the satisfaction of breaking his nose.

Silently cheering on his protégé, as he freed himself from the fountain, the older man could only watch as the pirate from before appeared behind Nate with a 2x4. Nate turning just fast enough to see the beam of wood coming but not to do anything to stop it. Victor didn't even get chance to think, here we go again, before Nate crumpled to the floor and Sully's world went black again.