Nathan Drake looked up at the man he was walking next to and, not for the first time that day, wondered if he had made a big mistake. He had earlier agreed to stick with this Sullivan, at least for a little while, so he could learn a few tricks from him, but was that really a smart idea? When he made the decision he had been tired, hungry, and his head had still been reeling from the prior events. Now, he was headed to some hotel with the man and if that did not raise a huge red flag, Nate wasn't sure what did. Sure Sully seemed nice, but he was still a stranger and who knows, maybe that ephebophile crack he had made earlier wasn't far off from reality. But even with these precautious thoughts running through his head, he found himself still following the dark haired man.

"Here we are." Sully said gesturing to the old two story building, "We'll stay here for the night and tomorrow we'll catch the first plane out of this pit back to the States. Sound good?"

"Fantastic." Nate answered, his mind drifting to his brother. Sam was in the United States right now sitting in a jail cell. On their last treasure hunting heist he had been captured and thrown in prison serving a sentence for who knows how long. In the meantime he had gotten word of the Sir Francis Drake exhibit in Columbia and he could not pass up the opportunity. A few stowaway trips and one stolen car later he had made it to Cartagena. He hadn't slept in a normal bed for weeks and instead camped out on roof tops letting the stars lull him to sleep.

At the very least he'd be getting a ride back to the US from this Sully.

The two climbed up the few stairs and entered into the lobby which was painted a sickly yellow color. The inside felt stuffy, but the shade was welcomed compared to the smoldering heat of the setting sun.

"Wait here for a moment." Sully said as he slicked back his hair and approached the reception desk that was being manned by a young woman. He reclined against the counter and said something which caused the woman to giggle. Nate rolled his eyes at the Sully's obvious flirting.

Throwing a glance over his shoulder at the door, Nate thought if he was going to change his mind about staying with the older man now was the time to do it. He could easily slip back out the building and disappear before Sully even turned around.

Nate found himself unconsciously squeezing the ring that hung around his neck. No, this risk was worth it. Even if he only stuck with Sully for a few weeks or a month, at least it would get him out of Cartagena and he'd learn some useful techniques along the way. He just had to remain vigilant and ready for anything.

"Hey, Nate!" shaking himself out of his thoughts, he looked towards Sully who was waiting next to the stairs and dangling a room key.

The teen walked up to him with a smirk, "With all that flirting I hope you were able to get a five star room."

"Pssh, I am sure anything is five star compared to where you were probably staying." Something must have dawned on Sully right after he said that for his eyes suddenly went wide and he hesitated before continuing, "Say-uh-kid, I should have asked earlier, but do you have any things you need to grab? I'm not sure where you have been bunking, but we can drop on by and grab whatever."

Nate shook his head and patted his side satchel, "All my stuff is already on me."

"So…your journal…?"

"And a jacket and a pencil."

Sully gave him a look which he couldn't quite decipher, but it made him feel uncomfortable, "Let's go check out the room." He said hurrying past him and to the top of the stairs.

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Unlocking the room, Victor Sullivan pushed the door open and whistled. There were two double beds, a dresser with an ancient TV, a creaking ceiling fan, and some tacky wallpaper that probably hadn't been changed since the 70's, "Ah fit for a king."

"Yeah, a poor king." Nate said stepping inside.

Closing the door, Sully gave a crooked grin; the kid was certainly something else. Maybe that was why he had gone against all logic and saved his goddamn ass, costing him a paycheck and possibly another good night in bed with Marlow.

He was still surprised by his earlier actions. Saving the kid was one thing, but offering to basically take him under his wing? That was another thing entirely! He let out a sigh, perhaps he was growing soft in his old age?

Nah.

Nate stood in front of the only window in the room which overlooked a busy shopping district, "Well, the view isn't bad."

Sully crossed the space and stopped next to the boy who stiffened at the proximity. Yeesh he was skittish. Not that he could blame him, he supposed living on the streets would do that to a person. To ease the kid's nerves, he inconspicuously took a step to the side to add more space between them, "Yeah, shame we'll have to close the curtains."

"Why?" he asked looking at him in confusion.

"Marlow isn't one to give up." He explained as he pulled the curtains shut, "She'll have her crew all over the city looking for us. We're going to have to lay low in here for the rest of the night. "

"Perfect." Nate said dragging a hand through his hair.

There was an awkward silence where the two looked anywhere, but at each other. Finally Sully spoke up again, "No offense kid, but you look like you could use a shower. Why don't you-"

"That's okay." He quickly interrupted.

There's that trust issue thing again.

"Fine then, I'm going to take a shower. Smelling like this gets you nowhere with females." Sully shrugged and walked to the bathroom doorway where he hesitated before turning around, "I think we're safe in here, but should anything happen, just holler okay?"

"O-okay." The kid looked extremely uncomfortable and a bit surprised.

Gaining Nate's trust was going to take time and patience; fortunately Sully was never one to turn down a challenge.

He allowed himself to enjoy a long, hot shower before he decided it was time to get out. Drying off he put back on his pants and white undershirt choosing to leave off his green t-shirt and shoes for the night. He wished he had a fresh change of clothes, but his luggage bag was at the hotel he and Marlow had checked into the night prior and going back there would practically be suicide. Luckily he hadn't really left anything important in his bag.

Opening the bathroom door, he saw Nate lying on one of the beds watching some Spanish drama on TV with his satchel placed next to him. It was strange, a part of Sully had expected the kid to bolt while he was in the shower.

Leaning against the doorway he grinned, "Anything good on?"

Nate shook his head, "I haven't watched TV in at least a year, you'd think they would have made something worth watching by now."

Sully laughed, "Well that's a matter of opinion, though what you have on doesn't look promising." The man then dropped his shoes next to his bed and threw his t-shirt onto the dresser. Sitting down on the bed, he reclined against the pillows and let out a content sigh.

The older man wasn't sure how much time had passed with the two of them just watching TV, but the room had fallen dark as night fell leaving the screen's glow and a bedside lamp as the room's only source of light.

Sully yawned and glanced at his watch. It was late. The day's events were really starting to catch up to him. Looking over at Nate he could see it was taking its toll on the kid as well.

"Kid, you sure you don't want to take a shower? I know there is nothing we can do to clean your clothes, but, you know, not smelling like complete shit will help us not stand out so much at the airport tomorrow."

Nate seemed to really think it over before reaching a conclusion, "I guess." He said slowly, sitting up and sliding off the bed.

He crossed the carpeted floor quickly and closed the bathroom door, an audible click signaling he locked it. Shortly after Sully heard the shower start running.

Rubbing his eyes, he looked across the room at where the boy's bag lay on his bed. The curious side of Sully considered looking through the bag, or more so, the kid's journal. But he knew that was a bad idea. Nate's trust in him was fragile at best. It just wasn't worth it.

Instead, Sully closed his eyes and simply relaxed.

The sound of running water stopped not long after it began and soon Nate exited the bathroom holding his shoes.

"Damn that was a fast shower." Sully commented to which Nate shrugged.

The teen made his way back to his bed where Sully noticed he immediately grabbed his bag and looked inside it. Seeming satisfied, he moved it onto the floor next to him.

"I'm not sure about you, but I'm beat. I'm getting some shut eye." Sully said, reaching to turn off the lamp.

"Wait!" Nate said holding up his hand causing Sully to freeze mid action, "Er- is it alright if we leave the lamp on for a bit. I'm going to jot some stuff down in my journal."

"Sure, just turn it off when you done." He answered withdrawing his hand and climbing under the sheets, "Just make sure you don't stay up too late."

Nate rolled his eyes, "Right."

He was clearly exhausted, but if he chose to stay up late to write about whatever, that was his choice. Either way they were getting up before sunup.

I beat Uncharted 4 a few days ago and I am so sad that the series is over. I loved the characters so much! To fill the void in my heart I decided to write some one shots. I'm currently working on one about Nate getting sick. Anyway, please leave a review and let me know what you think!