Chapter three, let's DO this thang!

DISCLAIMER: I only own Nala, and she scares me.

DEDICATION: Once again, this is for the great and amazing Caris:)

Chapter Three: Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

"But I want these words to make things right,

But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life..."

-Fall Out Boy, "Thnks Fr Th Mmrs"

"Perdido Beach is a little bit more then an hour away." Drake's voice sounded weary, and he seemed on the verge of collapsing. His condition wasn't surprising, as the two of them had been walking for more then ten hours without food, water, or rest. Nala nodded, settling herself down on the dry, dusty earth. She wasn't tired, as normal human afflictions didn't affect her, but it wouldn't do any good for her companion to weaken before they even reached their destination.

Drake slumped across from her, and she was struck with how hollow and sunken his cheeks and eyes were. "When was the last time you ate something?"

His face lit up at the mere mention of food, then he deflated once again. "I don't know. Days, maybe more." Nala took a rock and held it in both of her hands, concentrating. Before long, the rock morphed into what seemed to be a loaf of bread, which she handed to Drake. His eyes widened, but he grabbed it anyway, far too famished for questions.

"You picked the right side to be on, Drake," she said as he attacked the food. "I make sure that the people on my side never go hungry, although you should probably eat a little slower, or you'll--" Before she could finish her sentence, Drake leaned over and threw up into the sand.

Nala's nose wrinkled. "Told you." He sat back up, coughing, and she sighed, holding her hands out over the desert floor. A stream of moisture trickled out of the sand, drawn by her power, and she floated it up to touch his lips.

After he had drank his fill, Drake wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "What do you say?" Nala chirped. He frowned.

"Thank you," he replied begrudgingly.

.O.o.O.o.O.

After a few hours of sleep for Drake, they continued their trek.

Drake yawned and stretched his arm over his head. "That was probably the most uncomfortable place to sleep, ever." He glanced at Nala, who was completely bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, as the saying went. "Did you even sleep at all?"

"I don't sleep." She smiled, and to Drake, that smile was more unnerving then Caine's threats had ever been. "I plot."

.O.o.O.o.O.

"Perdido Beach is in about fifteen minutes." Drake stopped and turned to face Nala. "What's the plan?" Her face took on a thoughtful air.

"You need a disguise," she replied quickly, and placed both hands on his face and watched his features distort, melting like hot wax. "Okay, that's done."

"I feel the same," he said flatly. Nala shook her head.

"You may feel the same," she explained, "but to anyone on the outside, you're a tanned, muscular surfer boy with bleach-blond dreadlocks and absolutely beautiful blue eyes to match mine." When he looked confused, she continued. "You're going to pretend to be my brother. Nala and Nico D'Karssen."

"D'Karssen?"

"My little joke. It's "Darkness" scrambled up."

Good to know that my evil overlord has a sense of humor, Drake thought shrewdly, but on the inside he was practically dying to get this plan, whatever it was, started. Sam Temple better watch his back, because whatever Nala's planning, I'm gonna get her to go after him first. He grinned his infamous shark grin for the first time since Caine had thrown him into the Darkness'- into Nala's- cave.

Who said that evil wasn't profitable?

Okay, so I pretty much decided that I'm doing short chapters with quick updates. This fits my schedule better, okay? Haha, thanks. Anyways...

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