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greenstickered2013-03-07 10:23 am
camalyng) wrote in greenstickered2013-03-07 10:23 am
Uncharted: The Guy Below You
Title: The Guy Below You
What: Uncharted fanfiction - drabble
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Summary: "There's a guy below you, there's a guy below you!" This was not Nate's first encounter with him.
Notes: Singing the romance of Nate and security guy becausediciassette egged me on.
Working security in a Turkish museum is boring, and with good reason, considering the local jail, but it's a paycheck, so you show up every night and keep an eye on things more or less diligently.
It's one of the less diligent nights when you suddenly come face to face with a white man, dressed all in black. His eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to speak, but you manage to yell at him first.
"Halt!"
It's one of the few words in English you know. Before you manage to get your gun from your holster, the man lunges forward. You try to punch him, but instead he - kisses you?
You're too stunned to react. After several long moments, he pulls away, whispers something in English, and runs off.
One of the artifacts goes missing that night. There's a private inquiry and you're put on probation for a month.
Years later you're patrolling on a rooftop when you suddenly get pulled off of it. Luckily you land in the stream, and when you glance up, you think you see a familar-looking ass.
You don't know how you're going to explain this one, you reflect, swimming out to sea.
What: Uncharted fanfiction - drabble
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Summary: "There's a guy below you, there's a guy below you!" This was not Nate's first encounter with him.
Notes: Singing the romance of Nate and security guy because
diciassette egged me on.Working security in a Turkish museum is boring, and with good reason, considering the local jail, but it's a paycheck, so you show up every night and keep an eye on things more or less diligently.
It's one of the less diligent nights when you suddenly come face to face with a white man, dressed all in black. His eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to speak, but you manage to yell at him first.
"Halt!"
It's one of the few words in English you know. Before you manage to get your gun from your holster, the man lunges forward. You try to punch him, but instead he - kisses you?
You're too stunned to react. After several long moments, he pulls away, whispers something in English, and runs off.
One of the artifacts goes missing that night. There's a private inquiry and you're put on probation for a month.
Years later you're patrolling on a rooftop when you suddenly get pulled off of it. Luckily you land in the stream, and when you glance up, you think you see a familar-looking ass.
You don't know how you're going to explain this one, you reflect, swimming out to sea.