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Uncharted/Twitch Plays Pokemon: Higher Ground
Title: Higher Ground
What: Uncharted and Twitch Plays Pokemon fanfiction - short story
Rating: PG13 (language)
Words: ~1000
Summary: Imagine yuor OTP consulting the Helix Fossil.
Notes: Inspired by an![[tumblr.com profile]](https://www.tumblr.com/favicon.ico)
imagineyuorotp submission about Twitch Plays Pokemon. I have no idea.
On their two month anniversary of being in the jungle without a clue, Harry decides to try the mountain.
"We haven't been there yet," he says when Chloe rolls her eyes. "It can't hurt."
"We don't have mountain climbing equipment," she points out. "It can absolutely hurt."
"We'll just stick to the lower parts," he says.
It turns out, when they find an entrance only a few miles above sea level, that the mountain hides a cave system. The place shows signs of human use, which explains why it's surprisingly easy to navigate without equipment.
"We might actually be onto something," Harry says in wonder, shining his torch onto steps that have clearly been carved out. "Polo's crew might have used this place."
"No bodies, though," Chloe says, wrinkling her nose. "No tools, no jewelry, no giant sapphires..."
Nothing but a couple of fossils on the way out. She takes the one that reminds her of a trilobite she saw in a museum once; he takes the one with a spiral. Considering Lazarevic doesn't have this place marked as an official excavation site (yet) and they know how to make the spot where they found them look untouched, they're fairly certain they won't get caught.
It's dark when they get outside, and Harry's radio, long forgotten in his pack because there was no signal inside the mountain, buzzes.
"Oh, shit," he says, dropping his bag and opening it up to grab the radio. The first thing he pulls out is the fossil, and for some reason he takes a moment to admire it before answering Lazarevic, who's pissed off that he hasn't seen them since the morning. Chloe raises her eyebrows. It's not like she's working with Nate here.
Since they didn't find anything but the fossils, they don't tell Lazarevic about the mountain. It's taken two months, but the rest of the island is finally neatly sectioned off into excavation sites where Chloe watches the unexpectedly hilarious sight of burly Eastern European men delicately digging around to see if they find anything. (It's less hilarious when they're not so delicate.) Even that novelty soon wears off, and Lazarevic isn't too pleased when their overly energetic methods end up damaging the odd artefact they do find. As the only ones here with actual archaeological experience, she and Harry start picking sites to visit and 'supervise' at random, when they get bored of poring over Lazarevic's documents to see if there's a clue they've missed.
"Site eleven?" Harry suggests halfheartedly.
"We went there yesterday," Chloe sighs.
"I don't even keep track any more," he admits. "I know what, we'll consult the fossil."
"I can't wait until we get out of here," she says as he goes to get it from his bag. "I've already got a buyer interested in mine."
"Think they'll want mine?"
Harry tosses the fossil onto the ground (gently). It rolls around in circles a bit before the outer end of the spiral points towards the north.
"Site three, then."
"Yeah, why not."
The fossil becomes not only their increasingly frequent direction decider, but also the coin they flip when they're alone. At first Chloe finds it somewhat amusing, so long as they don't get caught with something of value. (It doesn't hurt that "Is that a fossil in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" works surprisingly well.) But then he starts admiring the fossil more often, getting so distracted that she's convinced someone else will see it.
"Will you stop that?" she hisses, when it actually is a fossil in his pocket and he gets it out to show her. "If Lazarevic finds out we found something -"
"He won't," Harry says breezily. "I have consulted Felix: He'll never catch on."
"You gave it a name?" Chloe asks, horrified.
"The Helix?" he enunciates more clearly. "It's a spiral, it looks a bit like a helix. I'm just trying to set it apart from yours."
"That's easy enough because I don't talk about mine."
"Wherever you're keeping yours, I hope it's safe," he says with genuine concern. "What with you being the only woman around here..."
She smacks him in the arm, making him drop the fossil. Good.
(Her fossil's still in her bag untouched when they return to the main camp. She's not stupid; she's seen the way some of the men look at her. It's nothing new.
(What is new is the irritated glances they shoot at Harry, whom she's guessing they view as a cockblocker. On one hand it's nice that something stops them from going through her things or harrassing her in broken English like what's happened on some jobs; on the other, it's annoying that they don't stop themselves.)
It feels like they're running out of places to look.
She has now been in the jungle for almost three months, which is longer than she'd been in her last country before taking this bloody job. Bad enough that she's getting antsy, but Lazarevic is too, and when Lazarevic is in a bad mood, people start fearing for their wellbeing. It's making her and Harry increasingly desperate, which is not the best frame of mind for their line of work.
"All hail the Helix Fossil," he mumbles in his sleep one night, and Chloe knows they need to get Nate in here.
"Over six hundred people were shipwrecked here, yet there's no bodies?" Nate asks over the radios. "Don't you find that a little odd?"
"So where did they all go?" she asks, darting a glance around a tree.
"Where would you go, if a tsunami hit?"
Chloe glances at the pack Harry had first put his fossil in and thinks suddenly of the mountain, of the human carved steps. They didn't find anything but the fossils in the cave system they found, but maybe the crew used another part of the mountain more.
"To higher ground."
What: Uncharted and Twitch Plays Pokemon fanfiction - short story
Rating: PG13 (language)
Words: ~1000
Summary: Imagine yuor OTP consulting the Helix Fossil.
Notes: Inspired by an
On their two month anniversary of being in the jungle without a clue, Harry decides to try the mountain.
"We haven't been there yet," he says when Chloe rolls her eyes. "It can't hurt."
"We don't have mountain climbing equipment," she points out. "It can absolutely hurt."
"We'll just stick to the lower parts," he says.
It turns out, when they find an entrance only a few miles above sea level, that the mountain hides a cave system. The place shows signs of human use, which explains why it's surprisingly easy to navigate without equipment.
"We might actually be onto something," Harry says in wonder, shining his torch onto steps that have clearly been carved out. "Polo's crew might have used this place."
"No bodies, though," Chloe says, wrinkling her nose. "No tools, no jewelry, no giant sapphires..."
Nothing but a couple of fossils on the way out. She takes the one that reminds her of a trilobite she saw in a museum once; he takes the one with a spiral. Considering Lazarevic doesn't have this place marked as an official excavation site (yet) and they know how to make the spot where they found them look untouched, they're fairly certain they won't get caught.
It's dark when they get outside, and Harry's radio, long forgotten in his pack because there was no signal inside the mountain, buzzes.
"Oh, shit," he says, dropping his bag and opening it up to grab the radio. The first thing he pulls out is the fossil, and for some reason he takes a moment to admire it before answering Lazarevic, who's pissed off that he hasn't seen them since the morning. Chloe raises her eyebrows. It's not like she's working with Nate here.
Since they didn't find anything but the fossils, they don't tell Lazarevic about the mountain. It's taken two months, but the rest of the island is finally neatly sectioned off into excavation sites where Chloe watches the unexpectedly hilarious sight of burly Eastern European men delicately digging around to see if they find anything. (It's less hilarious when they're not so delicate.) Even that novelty soon wears off, and Lazarevic isn't too pleased when their overly energetic methods end up damaging the odd artefact they do find. As the only ones here with actual archaeological experience, she and Harry start picking sites to visit and 'supervise' at random, when they get bored of poring over Lazarevic's documents to see if there's a clue they've missed.
"Site eleven?" Harry suggests halfheartedly.
"We went there yesterday," Chloe sighs.
"I don't even keep track any more," he admits. "I know what, we'll consult the fossil."
"I can't wait until we get out of here," she says as he goes to get it from his bag. "I've already got a buyer interested in mine."
"Think they'll want mine?"
Harry tosses the fossil onto the ground (gently). It rolls around in circles a bit before the outer end of the spiral points towards the north.
"Site three, then."
"Yeah, why not."
The fossil becomes not only their increasingly frequent direction decider, but also the coin they flip when they're alone. At first Chloe finds it somewhat amusing, so long as they don't get caught with something of value. (It doesn't hurt that "Is that a fossil in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" works surprisingly well.) But then he starts admiring the fossil more often, getting so distracted that she's convinced someone else will see it.
"Will you stop that?" she hisses, when it actually is a fossil in his pocket and he gets it out to show her. "If Lazarevic finds out we found something -"
"He won't," Harry says breezily. "I have consulted Felix: He'll never catch on."
"You gave it a name?" Chloe asks, horrified.
"The Helix?" he enunciates more clearly. "It's a spiral, it looks a bit like a helix. I'm just trying to set it apart from yours."
"That's easy enough because I don't talk about mine."
"Wherever you're keeping yours, I hope it's safe," he says with genuine concern. "What with you being the only woman around here..."
She smacks him in the arm, making him drop the fossil. Good.
(Her fossil's still in her bag untouched when they return to the main camp. She's not stupid; she's seen the way some of the men look at her. It's nothing new.
(What is new is the irritated glances they shoot at Harry, whom she's guessing they view as a cockblocker. On one hand it's nice that something stops them from going through her things or harrassing her in broken English like what's happened on some jobs; on the other, it's annoying that they don't stop themselves.)
It feels like they're running out of places to look.
She has now been in the jungle for almost three months, which is longer than she'd been in her last country before taking this bloody job. Bad enough that she's getting antsy, but Lazarevic is too, and when Lazarevic is in a bad mood, people start fearing for their wellbeing. It's making her and Harry increasingly desperate, which is not the best frame of mind for their line of work.
"All hail the Helix Fossil," he mumbles in his sleep one night, and Chloe knows they need to get Nate in here.
"Over six hundred people were shipwrecked here, yet there's no bodies?" Nate asks over the radios. "Don't you find that a little odd?"
"So where did they all go?" she asks, darting a glance around a tree.
"Where would you go, if a tsunami hit?"
Chloe glances at the pack Harry had first put his fossil in and thinks suddenly of the mountain, of the human carved steps. They didn't find anything but the fossils in the cave system they found, but maybe the crew used another part of the mountain more.
"To higher ground."