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a lot to catch up on

Who: Nathan Drake, Sam Drake and Elena Fisher
When: Recently after Sam's arrival
Where: At home
What: Post-reunion gab and getting-to-know-you

[It's a good thing the house is big enough that no one else who lives in it is likely to be kept up by hours of chatter. Nate is dimly aware that it's late, judging by the darkness outside and the number of empty beer bottles on the kitchen table (not a lot, but there's a small pile), but he also doesn't care. He and Sam have more than twelve years to catch up on, and that doesn't even touch on the reminiscing that inevitably gets started. Sam's theoretically sleeping on the couch until he gets his own place, but tonight at least, sleep seems a long way off.

Nate doesn't care. He's got his brother back. Sleep can wait.]

...and then the guy staggered out into the street without his pants or anything underneath.

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[Being in prison for so long does make you miss the little things. The feeling of a sea breeze, the smell of citrus, late night talks with your brother around a kitchen table. It feels good, like it did when they were younger and discussing how to plan out their next heist. Sam doesn't mind listening to Nate's stories. One night on a dock is not enough to erase thirteen years of missed memories. Or a year of missed space memories, apparently.

Sam laughs, eyes wide as he leans forward, hands wrapped around the base of a half drunken beer bottle in front of him.]

Hooly shit, are you serious? Nothing at all? You certainly got more than what you paid for, huh?

[He laughs again, taking a sip with a small shake of his head.]

Jesus. I mean imagine being that guy and coming home to your wife or something? How do you even explain something like that?

[ It's been a late night for her at the hospital— inventory, endless counting. She's ready to get off her feet. Coming home and seeing the light on in the kitchen and dining room, Elene's not sure whether that's a blessing or a curse; that all depends on who's still up at this hour.

Even before she's got the front door unlocked, she's already pulling off her shoes. They get dumped by the entrance once she's inside, socks tugged off. Barefoot is the way to go. ]

Oh. You boys are still up.

[ Somehow she's not surprised, getting into the kitchen while hopping on one foot, yanking off a sock, to find them there with the bottles. But it's too good to see a different sort of relaxed and happy on her husband's face.

...weeks now, Sam's been here, and she's still trying to see the resemblance. ]

[Nate's about to comment that he's pretty sure you can't explain something like that when he sees Elena come in and waves her over with a grin.]

Hey, honey.

[He already has the next beer queued up, so he cracks it open and offers it to her instead. Clearly, she should join them.]

Well, you know. Got a lot to catch up on, a lot of stories to tell. Boy talk.

Edited 2017-04-08 04:07 (UTC)

[Sam leans back in his chair once Elena comes in, the remnants of laughter still on his face as he looks over at her.]

Yeah, gotta make sure you guys are living up to your reputations out here in space and all.

[He gestures to the empty chair.]

Come on, have a seat, take a load off. Nathan was just telling me about some of the locals he's run into around here.

[He looks around for a clock to see what time it is.]

Jesus, they keep you there late. You guys have some crazy alien mishap or something?

Inventory is every few weeks to a month. Tonight was that night.

[ She's paused near the open chair, looking to the clock and then to the beer Nate's offering. ]

You think that's such a good idea?

[ Fine, she'll take it. She won't ever say no to a beer after a long shift and then endless counting on top of it. ]

What's the next story in line?

[He gives a little scoff until she takes the beer. Of course it's a good idea, he always has good ideas.

Well, sometimes.]

You're here now, maybe you should tell one. Or give a different perspective on one he's heard. [Nate grins.] Like when this really handsome guy conned you into funding an expedition to haul up Sir Francis Drake's coffin from the bottom of the sea.

Hey, hey, hey, let's stick to the good stuff, all right? I don't want to hear about how you guys suddenly started making out in the middle of the jungle or anything like that.

[Although he'a not entirely serious if that amused grin is anything to go by. He takes another sip.]

Besides, pretty sure you're the one who got conned here, little brother.

[How else do you explain ELENA sticking around for so long?]

[ Her beer bottle gets tipped towards Sam, brows raised. ]

See? See, he gets it.

[ And then to her husband: ]

This is what I've been trying to tell you since before Shambhala.

That's bullshit and you know it.

[Which one of them does he mean? Who knows?]

I did the conning, all right. I got the coffin and the girl, so it was definitely me.

[He definitely got the better end of the bargain.]

Also, the making out was after the jungle.

[But not long after.]

[Elena gets a tilt of his beer in return.]

I don't know. Journalist turned doctor out here, all evidence on video tapes apparently destroyed? Coffin and the guy?

[He shrugs]

Sounds like a pretty good set up to me.

It is a pretty big damn shame— there was a lot on that tape. And it wasn't destroyed, it was lost. Off of a bridge that I was dangling from.

[ She shoots Nate a look. But to give him credit, he'd been the one to save her. ]

Speaking of doctoring, how are your stitches doing?

Hey, I pulled what was worth it up from that bridge.

[Boy, had he. Back then, he'd liked Elena, would have felt horribly guilty and haunted if she'd fallen, but he had no clue how much she'd change his life.]

Yeah, Sam, need her to take another pass at them? Might wanna get that done before she has her beer. [Ha, ha, very funny.] What were those from, anyway?

[Related to chasing after Avery, he assumes, but that's pretty vague.]

Well, you could always go back. Recapture that footage, dig up some more lost treasure, fight some Nazis.

[It's easier to joke about the Descendants when you haven't experienced them for yourself. Honestly, Sam would like to keep it that way too. He shifts in his seat at the mention of the stitches though.]

Strangest thing, actually. Turns out part of the island we were on was cursed, right? And the skeletons that were on it came back to life. Got into a sword fight with this centuries old pirate. Got me as soon as I landed the finishing blow. And I was saving your life too.

[He gestures to Nathan with his bottle before taking a longer sip from his beer. It could happen.]

Edited 2017-04-10 15:59 (UTC)

[ Joking about the Nazis, maybe he just doesn't know what had happened on the ship with the Descendants, how she'd nearly bled out, had her arm bitten in half. Which is why she doesn't say anything. Any discomfort she has of that moment is pushed down and hidden behind the swig she takes, eyes cutting across to Nate.

Hearing Sam retell some of the adventure, she's back to looking at him. ]

Now there's something you never hear every day. Nathan Drake in trouble and needing saving.

[Ugh. The Descendants were a lot easier to joke about when they were memories from the past who'd never managed to really hurt either of them. Well, they're all gone now, that's what matters.]

Are you kidding me? You've seen some of the situations I've been in—both of you have. I'm not too proud to accept help.

[Not when it's someone he cares about as much as his wife and brother, anyway. Nate grins, utterly content. Too many years were lost, too many memories they didn't all share, but this is how it's supposed to be. They'll have plenty of time to make new memories as family once Sam is safe.]

Edited 2017-04-10 20:57 (UTC)

[It says a lot about their adventures that they don't even question Sam's story. Not that he's complaining. He's happy to let them think that's what really happened. It's a much cooler story than the truth.]

Yeah, and not just from dangerous situations, either. I mean, the amount of times I had to rescue him from embarrassment? [He exhales heavily, like it's the most dramatic thing ever.] He ever tell you about the time he accidentally hit on a mark while he was learning Spanish? Let me tell you, the guy was not amused.

Ah, but you never really do ask for it.

[ She looks on in Nate's direction, amused. ]

Really? I find that hard to believe. I actually had the opportunity of meeting...

[ Elena trails off here; how can she explain the weird time swap they'd gone through? ]

Anyway, what I meant to say was that that sounds just like Nate.

[Don't the shouts and the 'oh CRAP's count? What about the running away frantically, doesn't body language count for anything?]

Oh, thanks. Glad to know how you really see me.

[Grumble grumble grumble.]

I'm going to regret letting you two talk. You both know too much.

Well, what good is an older brother if he can't share a few embarrassing stories with his little brother's wife, right?

[He gives Elena a grin, taking another sip.]

You were saying something about meeting someone here? Anyone interesting I should know about? Unless it's some big wife-husband secret or something.

[ She gestures to Nate with her beer, a tiny uptick at the edge of her lips. ]

I wouldn't call it a secret. It's more like I don't know how to explain it. There was just a...break in time.

[ A break sounds like a good way to explain it. ]

What was it..? [ Elena looks over to Nate then. ] He was...babyface? Young. Made me feel like I was the one robbing the cradle.

Uh, that's because you were. All older and experienced while I was innocent.

[Ha, ha. He was anything but. Nate takes another drink and nods at Sam.]

Back on the ship, there was this whole rift in time thing—made it like the Ingress had pulled people from different times. Not like with kid me, there weren't duplicates—we were just temporarily younger or older. [His expression shifts to something almost wistful and almost apologetic.] Turned me back to Panama, actually.

What, you just woke up one day and you were from a different time entirely? And I thought arriving here was bad enough. Though, wouldn't mind going back a few more years myself, you know?

[He chuckles, trying to alleviate the tension from the mention of Panama. The change in Nate's expression doesn't go unnoticed, and Sam looks at him for a second longer before turning his attention back to Elena.]

So, what was it like? Seeing my brother all young and baby faced? What'd you do?

It was kind of like that but I'd noticed something was wrong when he'd gone down to the cafeteria to get us something to eat and hadn't come back. Next thing I know, there's a post on the network and it's him. A much younger him.

[ Elena sips at the question, tries not to choke and spit out her beer at the third one. There's some clearing of the throat to be done before she answers, as camera straight face as she can. ]

I sat on his face. What else was I supposed to do with him?

[Nate is caught somewhere between amusement at the memory of his younger self showing up without a clue and sadness at what he'd been about to encounter in the past. He opens a new beer for himself and takes a drink to cover it up, except he does choke on it and start coughing when his wife comes out with that.]

Elena! [Hack hack cough hack] Okay, uh, I don't think that's what he meant.

[Also, it had really been the other way around.]

[If there was ever any doubt that they weren't related, the choking and coughing on Sam's own part might quell them.

Just give him a moment he has to regain his composure.]

Hooly shit. [Hack hack cough hack] Yeah, that was...definitely not what I meant. What happens between a man and his wife, especially when he's my younger brother, can stay in the bedroom. Or...y'know wherever.

[QUICK CHANGE THE SUBJECT]

You guys uh--have a no smoking rule in here?

[He asks as he rummages for his cigarettes in his pocket.]

[ Look at her smirk. She's not at all ashamed of what she'd revealed, sipping more of her drink. She's more smug at how uncomfortable she's kind of made them. ]

Just for the record, he went first. Then I sat on his face.

[ Elena leans back in the chair and waves away the no smoking rule. ]

Smoke away. Wait, let me turn on the fan.

[ Hopping up, reaching on tiptoes, she gets the overhead ceiling fan started. ]

[Thank god he hadn't taken another drink to cover up his embarrassed expression. He'd be choking again.]

Okay, change of subject!

[He can tell that he's a little pink, which was probably her aim. And...he's not even sure what to talk about now.]

Jesus. I'm starting to rethink introducing you two back home. I'm not sure I can take it.

[Sam on the other hand does start choking again, thanks to the freshly lit cigarette that he inhaled too much of.]

Tell me about it. Should I leave you two alone to get down to it?

[HE'S KIDDING PLEASE DON'T ACTUALLY START MAKING OUT IN FRONT OF HIM.

Cigarette between his fingers, he takes another sip from his beer to help stop the remnants of coughing.]

All right, so...new planets, new terrain...find any hidden space pirate treasures around here yet?

Edited 2017-05-02 20:38 (UTC)

Aw, are you embarrassed?

[ She can't help but reach over as she's sitting back down, a leg folded under her, giving Nate's cheek a pinch and tug. What a cute husband. ]

All pink. It's a nice color on you.

[ Time to get back to her beer. ]

And no no, that will come later.

But treasure, right. Treasure. Not really, not that we've been...looking for it.

[Nate gives her a half-hearted swat away, totally not blushing in any way shape or form. Shut up, it's warm in here.]

I don't know if there is much treasure on any of the planets we've gotten to explore yet. Hasn't made it less fun, though.

[Treasure is a sensitive subject around their house, but he's not bothered by the lack of it. Nate grins.]

Sometimes deciding where to go look gives me decision paralysis. We'll have to go out and see the space sights once you're settled in.

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