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spindizzyI want to blame Baco, I really do, but this one is ALL on me. I tweeted her to say that Shadow of the Colossus was the fandom I'd drop Nate into, if I had to put him somewhere, and then again to say that I couldn't do it with Elena dead because she has too much fucking sense for that, and then again just to check if she knew why the fuck I was writing this.
... I don't. I really genuinely don't.
("I don't write THAT many crack crossovers!" she says. "Just the one that's actually five... And the two that's going to be five... And that one... And this... Fuck.")
Anyway, I will probably go back and write, like, section 0 that explains how they got into this mess, but sometimes it's easier to start a story not QUITE at the beginning and then fill in the beginning later. ... This is why I don't write serialised fiction. Title is from "In My Mind" by M86 and Susie Q.
Uncharted/Shadow of the Colossus // I'll Lay The Stones And You'll Come Walking (1/?)
G | 511 words | Elena, Nate | No spoilers in this section |
"Nate, don't do this." He could almost see the gears turning in her head - going over what she knew of the island, he figured; history, mythology, guard patterns and boat design all churning around into what was probably going to be one hell of an getaway when she put it all together. Right now, though, they were stuck on a boat to yet another mist-shrouded inescapable island, Nate trapped in a jeep with a corpse buckled into the seat next to him and Elena playing hostage.
Nate really wanted to - take her hands, or stroke her, or hell, just drag her into the car and see if they were close enough to shore that they could get away before they drowned or got shot, but he couldn't do any of those things while he was handcuffed to the steering wheel. It was easier to watch Elena's knuckles going white on the door of the jeep than it was to look at her face. Her hands looked tiny, because the hoodie she'd been put in against the cold and the mist was huge on her.
His smile felt bleak when he said "I have to."
"Nate, no -"
"Elena, if I don't then they're going to kill you, probably track Sully down too just for spite, and I'll have to do this anyway to bring you back." He reached for her, grunting when the chain brought him up short. Elena reached back, catching his hand in both of hers. "Look on the bright side, this gives you plenty of time to escape and save my ass, right?"
Elena laughed, a little shaky, and leaned her head against his. "It's a deal, Mister Drake."
Nate smiled back, squeezing her hands. "Shame you're not coming with, though. Bet you'd get some great footage."
"Well, if they ever give me back my camera I'll see what I can do. Just try not to blow the whole place up before I get there."
"Hey, I don't want to make any promises I can't keep. Better get out quick so there's still something left."
Elena opened her mouth to say something - and was interrupted by one of the guards calling over. "Time's up. You've got to go back inside while we land."
"Just a second!" Elena shouted back. Elena clutched his hand once, then let go. The sleeve of the hoodie snagged on the door, and she shook her wrist out quickly to free it. Something small and black landed on Nate's leg, then slid quietly into the footwell. He shifted to cover it, catching Elena's quick smile and wishing he could reach to kiss her, but she was gone. She'd been replaced by a group of guards who were making sure that the jeep was strapped into the boat they were using to take him to shore.
The radio that Elena had shaken it out of her sleeve got kicked under the seat. Elena had a plan, he was pretty sure, and it was his only hope of finding out what it was.
... I don't. I really genuinely don't.
("I don't write THAT many crack crossovers!" she says. "Just the one that's actually five... And the two that's going to be five... And that one... And this... Fuck.")
Anyway, I will probably go back and write, like, section 0 that explains how they got into this mess, but sometimes it's easier to start a story not QUITE at the beginning and then fill in the beginning later. ... This is why I don't write serialised fiction. Title is from "In My Mind" by M86 and Susie Q.
Uncharted/Shadow of the Colossus // I'll Lay The Stones And You'll Come Walking (1/?)
G | 511 words | Elena, Nate | No spoilers in this section |
"Nate, don't do this." He could almost see the gears turning in her head - going over what she knew of the island, he figured; history, mythology, guard patterns and boat design all churning around into what was probably going to be one hell of an getaway when she put it all together. Right now, though, they were stuck on a boat to yet another mist-shrouded inescapable island, Nate trapped in a jeep with a corpse buckled into the seat next to him and Elena playing hostage.
Nate really wanted to - take her hands, or stroke her, or hell, just drag her into the car and see if they were close enough to shore that they could get away before they drowned or got shot, but he couldn't do any of those things while he was handcuffed to the steering wheel. It was easier to watch Elena's knuckles going white on the door of the jeep than it was to look at her face. Her hands looked tiny, because the hoodie she'd been put in against the cold and the mist was huge on her.
His smile felt bleak when he said "I have to."
"Nate, no -"
"Elena, if I don't then they're going to kill you, probably track Sully down too just for spite, and I'll have to do this anyway to bring you back." He reached for her, grunting when the chain brought him up short. Elena reached back, catching his hand in both of hers. "Look on the bright side, this gives you plenty of time to escape and save my ass, right?"
Elena laughed, a little shaky, and leaned her head against his. "It's a deal, Mister Drake."
Nate smiled back, squeezing her hands. "Shame you're not coming with, though. Bet you'd get some great footage."
"Well, if they ever give me back my camera I'll see what I can do. Just try not to blow the whole place up before I get there."
"Hey, I don't want to make any promises I can't keep. Better get out quick so there's still something left."
Elena opened her mouth to say something - and was interrupted by one of the guards calling over. "Time's up. You've got to go back inside while we land."
"Just a second!" Elena shouted back. Elena clutched his hand once, then let go. The sleeve of the hoodie snagged on the door, and she shook her wrist out quickly to free it. Something small and black landed on Nate's leg, then slid quietly into the footwell. He shifted to cover it, catching Elena's quick smile and wishing he could reach to kiss her, but she was gone. She'd been replaced by a group of guards who were making sure that the jeep was strapped into the boat they were using to take him to shore.
The radio that Elena had shaken it out of her sleeve got kicked under the seat. Elena had a plan, he was pretty sure, and it was his only hope of finding out what it was.
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