As soon as they got home, the kid bolted to the apartment.

"Sheesh," Sully called to him, "Do you really hate cigars that much?" He walked up the stairs and through the front door, locking it as he entered. The kid wasn't running around trying to find a clean shirt, or try and bathe himself quickly before the stench of cigars settled. "What are you looking for anyways?"

"That thing Ramone was talking about. He said something about that artifact, that…thing…what's it called?"

"It didn't have a name, Nate. You'd know if you were paying attention instead of doodling in your journal."

Nathan looked up at him. Nate's doodles were more than just mere doodles. He took his journal, flipped to the page he was doodling on earlier, and showed it to Sully. "This is what the artifact looked like, right?"

"Yeah, didn't you see it?"

"Through all the smoke, beer, and prostitutes, not really. Back on topic, I've seen this artifact in one of my books before; I just don't know where it is now." Nathan walked back to the cluttered space which he called his bedroom. Books were basically falling off his bookshelf, clothes were thrown onto the bookshelf and onto his desk and floor, yet, he liked it this way. Organized chaos is what he called it. Holy-Goddamn-Hell-Kid is what Sully referred to it as. He flipped through each of his books twice. Which book was it in? He had tons of books Sully had gotten for him. Sully knew what interested the kid, and any time he'd find a nice history book, he'd get it for Nate, and Nate would sit and read and read and read.

"Is this it, kid?" Sully stood in the doorway, holding the book wide open for the kid to see the drawn artifact. He sprung up and took it from Sully. "Yes! See here, it does have a name. It's an ancient Roman Perfume Glass."

"What the hell does Ramone want with some perfume glass?"

"Well, you see, back in the Eastern Roman Empire, now known as Syria, glass was such a luxury to have. The perfume glass Ramone showed to us isn't the first of its kind, obviously, but it has to have some value if he wants it so bad."

Sully tapped his chin. If the kid seemed to know enough about this and not see any importance of some sort in this perfume glass, then it obviously wasn't anything worth adventuring for. "Why would Nicholas pay me 2 million for some stupid perfume glass? Don't they sell these things for about $200-$500 at auctions or something?"

"In fact, they do. They sell for a price, but they aren't uncommon enough to sell for 2 million." Nathan set the book down and began putting everything back to where it was. "I knew there was something wrong with Ramone. He could be cheating us out of our lives." Nate muttered in a huff of exasperation.

"Well, either way, this job is going to pay for something, so we might as well still head to that auction site and claim our prize, right?"

"It'll be just a 'sneak-in, sneak-out' job, right? We're not going to have to kill anyone?" Poor kid. Of course, he didn't mind adventuring with Sully now, but their adventures were just for little things, it was now time to advance to a job. A job involved shooting people, not being able to trust anyone, and that was tough to ask such a naïve boy to do, especially if his name was Nathan Drake.

Sully pulled out the chair from the desk and sat down, watching the kid put his books away. "Look, kid, I'd hate to ask you for something I know you don't wanna do, but if I need you to shoot someone, you have to do it. This isn't one of those silly cartoons were the bad guy won't hurt the kid. They will kill you and you can't give them that chance. They won't think twice before shooting a 15 year old boy, and they won't think twice before shooting a 40 year old man. Anyone who gets in their way, won't make it out, but we can, Nate; we're a team. If you and I get separated, I want you to keep that gun in your bag. I've taught you the basics, so I have faith in you kid." Sully got up from his chair, Nathan giving him a blank stare. "I'd like to be able to keep that faith." The older man walked out the doorway, not turning back.

"Hey, Sully?" Nate called from his bedroom.

"Yeah?"

"You can count on me." His face peaked from the doorway, his face beaming as he said so.

Sully smiled back. "I know I can, kid." The kid was a hard one to get to trust you; at times he didn't even trust Sully. When he brought the kid back to the States, Nate was still iffy about him, yet he asked all these questions. Guess all anyone needed to do was let him have answers instead of firing back questions. It took time to get Nate to even trust Sully to hold Francis' ring for a second, but now Nate was beginning to trust Sully with his doubts, a stronger trust. People obviously had hurt him all his life and Victor seemed to be the only good thing so far. Either way, they both needed someone to depend on to be there; each other.

Author's Notes: So, I finally chose something I wouldn't have to write about as much, for fear about getting my info wrong. Sorry if I did get anything wrong though. :C Thank you to those who are leaving reviews, I appreciate it! Also, if you'd like to see anything specifically, you can leave me a PM, a review, or contact me through my deviantart account (which I'm on often.) -Ciitron