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Uncharted/High School Musical: Ambush
Title: Ambush
What Uncharted/High School Musical* crossover fanfiction - deleted scenes
Rating: PG (sexual reference)
Words: 751
Summary: Chloe talks to Elena's kid nephew and Nate at Nate and Elena's wedding reception.
Notes: Some time between Among Thieves and Drake's Deception. These were deleted for length reasons from a fic I wrote in script format for a scriptwriting assignment (adapted to remove specific fandom references); the format of the original is also why this is mostly dialogue rather than with my usual piles of narration and action. As I have vague plans to write a fic about Chloe's whole bridesmaid experience rather than just reception chatter, I may or may not publish the script these were deleted from once I get the grade back.
* You do not at all need to know High School Musical to read this! My roleplaying partner and I just like making Elena the aunt of Peyton Leverett from Sharpay's Fabulous Adventure, HSM's terrible spin off movie, because he is a film nerd almost on par with Elena's pathological attachment to her camera in Drake's Fortune. His superhero obsession is total headcanon, though.
Sample: That wasn't you I saw crying during the ceremony, was it?
Of all the people at this tiny wedding reception you expected to end up talking to, Elena's kid nephew was not one of them. Peyton is the one groomsman you didn't meet at Nate's stag night ("I'm nineteen; Auntie would have killed me if I'd used my fake ID to crash the party") and a film major at NYU, and you don't think you have anything in common with him, but it turns out that he likes superheroes far too much to be healthy, and you just watched The Avengers on the plane from Sydney to LA. Even you can't bring yourself to tell him that the world doesn't work like those movies, but you do manage to follow Peyton's happy rambling about it and even argue with some of his plot and character criticism, until he abruptly realizes he was meant to make a video of everyone's well wishes for Nate and Elena, and whips out a camera and tripod.
He sets up the camera and tripod quickly, then mounts a small but fluffy microphone on top and plugs in headphones. Once that's done, he takes out a small whiteboard and marker and passes them to you.
"Just write down your name and how you know them," he says. "It'll help me with the editing later."
Chloe Frazer, you write, and, after mentally rejecting first saved Nate's ass on multiple occasions and then reason for this wedding, you add, Nate's friend :); that's probably safest. Peyton grins.
"Cool. When you're ready, hold it up in front of your face - yeah, that's good - and when I point at you, clap. You can put it down after that."
You're not sure you were ever ready for Nate and Elena to get married, but you hold the whiteboard up in front of your face anyway.
"Mic on... Camera rolling... Chloe Frazer, Nate's friend, pre-toasts."
He points at you, and you clap. This is probably the first time you've intentionally been on a video camera in several years.
"Hello, loves," you start, plastering a smile on as you put the whiteboard down. "Elena, can I just say what a good idea this was, getting your nephew to ambush us all before we get drunk and say things we oughtn’t—"
"Hey, this was not an ambush!"
"Suddenly remembering you had to do this and pulling a camera out of your bag is absolutely an ambush."
"Point taken," he concedes.
"I trust you won’t use all this nonsense."
Though Elena might well be amused by your banter with her kid nephew. Peyton just shrugs.
You think back to when you first met Elena, and she introduced herself as 'last year's model'. You think of the look on Nate's face when you found him with her. You think of all the times you pulled a gun on Elena, of her struggle to breathe after Harry's grenade.
You look at this nineteen-year-old film student from the midwest who's probably never seen so much as an air gun.
"This is weird," you tell him. "The things I've been through with your aunt and brand new uncle are not fit for your innocent ears."
"Just pretend I'm not here."
"I haven’t worn a dress since college."
"You went—" Nate starts, raising an eyebrow.
"High school, sorry," you interrupt him. "I always forget you Yankees call university ‘college’."
"Why’d you stop?"
"Senior uniform was a skirt instead of a pinafore."
"Uniform?" he asks, smirking. "Don’t tell me you were a Catholic school girl."
You make a mental note to tell Elena he may have a kink for this.
"My school was Anglican, thank you."
"Ah: No nuns."
"Exactly."
"By the way," Nate adds slyly. "That wasn’t you I saw crying during the ceremony, was it?"
Busted.
"No, that was Elena’s sister, I expect," you reply: Michelle cried far more than you did. "Did you get a close look at the bouquet? Elena managed to hide tissues on the side. Genius."
"Tissues which I saw you using."
"Runny nose."
"On your cheeks."
"I’m coming down with—"
"Allergies?" he suggests.
"A cold," you correct him, not that it really counters 'on your cheeks'; that was well played. "Change of seasons and all. I’ve just come from winter."
Nate doesn't need to know that the Gold Coast's dry season is still comfortably warm.
"Oh, yeah, like that time we went from London to Brazil and you were perfectly fine."
"Floridian humidity."
"You’re full of it, Chloe," he says fondly.
What Uncharted/High School Musical* crossover fanfiction - deleted scenes
Rating: PG (sexual reference)
Words: 751
Summary: Chloe talks to Elena's kid nephew and Nate at Nate and Elena's wedding reception.
Notes: Some time between Among Thieves and Drake's Deception. These were deleted for length reasons from a fic I wrote in script format for a scriptwriting assignment (adapted to remove specific fandom references); the format of the original is also why this is mostly dialogue rather than with my usual piles of narration and action. As I have vague plans to write a fic about Chloe's whole bridesmaid experience rather than just reception chatter, I may or may not publish the script these were deleted from once I get the grade back.
* You do not at all need to know High School Musical to read this! My roleplaying partner and I just like making Elena the aunt of Peyton Leverett from Sharpay's Fabulous Adventure, HSM's terrible spin off movie, because he is a film nerd almost on par with Elena's pathological attachment to her camera in Drake's Fortune. His superhero obsession is total headcanon, though.
Sample: That wasn't you I saw crying during the ceremony, was it?
Of all the people at this tiny wedding reception you expected to end up talking to, Elena's kid nephew was not one of them. Peyton is the one groomsman you didn't meet at Nate's stag night ("I'm nineteen; Auntie would have killed me if I'd used my fake ID to crash the party") and a film major at NYU, and you don't think you have anything in common with him, but it turns out that he likes superheroes far too much to be healthy, and you just watched The Avengers on the plane from Sydney to LA. Even you can't bring yourself to tell him that the world doesn't work like those movies, but you do manage to follow Peyton's happy rambling about it and even argue with some of his plot and character criticism, until he abruptly realizes he was meant to make a video of everyone's well wishes for Nate and Elena, and whips out a camera and tripod.
He sets up the camera and tripod quickly, then mounts a small but fluffy microphone on top and plugs in headphones. Once that's done, he takes out a small whiteboard and marker and passes them to you.
"Just write down your name and how you know them," he says. "It'll help me with the editing later."
Chloe Frazer, you write, and, after mentally rejecting first saved Nate's ass on multiple occasions and then reason for this wedding, you add, Nate's friend :); that's probably safest. Peyton grins.
"Cool. When you're ready, hold it up in front of your face - yeah, that's good - and when I point at you, clap. You can put it down after that."
You're not sure you were ever ready for Nate and Elena to get married, but you hold the whiteboard up in front of your face anyway.
"Mic on... Camera rolling... Chloe Frazer, Nate's friend, pre-toasts."
He points at you, and you clap. This is probably the first time you've intentionally been on a video camera in several years.
"Hello, loves," you start, plastering a smile on as you put the whiteboard down. "Elena, can I just say what a good idea this was, getting your nephew to ambush us all before we get drunk and say things we oughtn’t—"
"Hey, this was not an ambush!"
"Suddenly remembering you had to do this and pulling a camera out of your bag is absolutely an ambush."
"Point taken," he concedes.
"I trust you won’t use all this nonsense."
Though Elena might well be amused by your banter with her kid nephew. Peyton just shrugs.
You think back to when you first met Elena, and she introduced herself as 'last year's model'. You think of the look on Nate's face when you found him with her. You think of all the times you pulled a gun on Elena, of her struggle to breathe after Harry's grenade.
You look at this nineteen-year-old film student from the midwest who's probably never seen so much as an air gun.
"This is weird," you tell him. "The things I've been through with your aunt and brand new uncle are not fit for your innocent ears."
"Just pretend I'm not here."
"I haven’t worn a dress since college."
"You went—" Nate starts, raising an eyebrow.
"High school, sorry," you interrupt him. "I always forget you Yankees call university ‘college’."
"Why’d you stop?"
"Senior uniform was a skirt instead of a pinafore."
"Uniform?" he asks, smirking. "Don’t tell me you were a Catholic school girl."
You make a mental note to tell Elena he may have a kink for this.
"My school was Anglican, thank you."
"Ah: No nuns."
"Exactly."
"By the way," Nate adds slyly. "That wasn’t you I saw crying during the ceremony, was it?"
Busted.
"No, that was Elena’s sister, I expect," you reply: Michelle cried far more than you did. "Did you get a close look at the bouquet? Elena managed to hide tissues on the side. Genius."
"Tissues which I saw you using."
"Runny nose."
"On your cheeks."
"I’m coming down with—"
"Allergies?" he suggests.
"A cold," you correct him, not that it really counters 'on your cheeks'; that was well played. "Change of seasons and all. I’ve just come from winter."
Nate doesn't need to know that the Gold Coast's dry season is still comfortably warm.
"Oh, yeah, like that time we went from London to Brazil and you were perfectly fine."
"Floridian humidity."
"You’re full of it, Chloe," he says fondly.