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camalyng) wrote in greenstickered2014-03-15 01:00 am
Uncharted: Thirty-One
Title: Thirty-One
What: Uncharted fanfiction - short story
Rating: G
Words: ~370
Summary: On Chloe's birthday, she got one present.
Notes: Inspired by this![[tumblr.com profile]](https://www.tumblr.com/favicon.ico)
an-uncharted-world strip.
Chloe's contemplating the four large brass structures on the floor when there's a light touch to her elbow.
"What're you doing?" Harry asks, stepping forward to join her.
"Maybe if we move these in front of the animal carvings," she starts, crossing to the center of the room to indicate them in turn. "There's these circles in the floor that look like they might move -"
"We can try it in a sec."
He reaches into his pocket and offers her something small and multicolored which on closer inspection turns out to be a beaded bracelet.
"What's this, then?"
"Happy birthday."
Chloe blinks, because with all the crap that's happened she'd genuinely forgotten, and moreover: "How'd you know?"
"You dropped your real passport in Sabiha International," he explains, and her dwindling respect for him raises just a fraction, because she doesn't remember dropping it, let alone him putting it back in her bag, so he might have pickpocketed her and he definitely put it in without her noticing. "I know it's not much, but..."
"No, it's fine," she says, but that sounds a bit pathetic, so she adds, "It's lovely. I wasn't exactly expecting anything."
"You deserved something," he replies, simple and painful in its sincerity.
Chloe's lost for a reply. Before she can think of anything, she hears footsteps, and she pockets the bracelet in case it turns out to be Lazarevic.
They're waiting for the village doctor to examine Elena, surrounded by people who don't speak English. Some of them are curious but some of them are just staring at her with suspicion, and she can't blame them. Chloe starts unpacking her pockets to avoid their gazes, telling herself she's not looking for bits of resin: Dirt, a few spare bullets by some miracle, a bracelet?
"What's that?" Nate asks, and Chloe's momentarily glad to see that even with his heartbreaker probably in some critical condition, his curiosity remains undampened.
"Birthday present," she says, and he looks blank, but remembrance abruptly dawns on his face a fraction of a second before she adds flatly, "I'm thirty-one today."
"Chloe," he says, wrapping his arms around her. Too tired to resist, she buries her face in his shoulder and bursts into tears.
What: Uncharted fanfiction - short story
Rating: G
Words: ~370
Summary: On Chloe's birthday, she got one present.
Notes: Inspired by this
Chloe's contemplating the four large brass structures on the floor when there's a light touch to her elbow.
"What're you doing?" Harry asks, stepping forward to join her.
"Maybe if we move these in front of the animal carvings," she starts, crossing to the center of the room to indicate them in turn. "There's these circles in the floor that look like they might move -"
"We can try it in a sec."
He reaches into his pocket and offers her something small and multicolored which on closer inspection turns out to be a beaded bracelet.
"What's this, then?"
"Happy birthday."
Chloe blinks, because with all the crap that's happened she'd genuinely forgotten, and moreover: "How'd you know?"
"You dropped your real passport in Sabiha International," he explains, and her dwindling respect for him raises just a fraction, because she doesn't remember dropping it, let alone him putting it back in her bag, so he might have pickpocketed her and he definitely put it in without her noticing. "I know it's not much, but..."
"No, it's fine," she says, but that sounds a bit pathetic, so she adds, "It's lovely. I wasn't exactly expecting anything."
"You deserved something," he replies, simple and painful in its sincerity.
Chloe's lost for a reply. Before she can think of anything, she hears footsteps, and she pockets the bracelet in case it turns out to be Lazarevic.
They're waiting for the village doctor to examine Elena, surrounded by people who don't speak English. Some of them are curious but some of them are just staring at her with suspicion, and she can't blame them. Chloe starts unpacking her pockets to avoid their gazes, telling herself she's not looking for bits of resin: Dirt, a few spare bullets by some miracle, a bracelet?
"What's that?" Nate asks, and Chloe's momentarily glad to see that even with his heartbreaker probably in some critical condition, his curiosity remains undampened.
"Birthday present," she says, and he looks blank, but remembrance abruptly dawns on his face a fraction of a second before she adds flatly, "I'm thirty-one today."
"Chloe," he says, wrapping his arms around her. Too tired to resist, she buries her face in his shoulder and bursts into tears.