Getting Away With It (All Messed Up) - Uncharted 2, a Nate/Jeff fanfic
It seemed as if everything had somehow transitioned into slow motion - and there wasn’t a thing Nate could do.
Nate’s darkened eyes followed Lazarevic movement across the room, watching his right hand raise slightly with the handgun in his steel grip. Jeff’s heavily, pained breaths pulled at Nate’s heart and when the camera man looked up for a moment, he saw how scared Jeff was. His eyes were clouded over with panic, dread, the thought that he had reached the point of no return - and no continuing forth. That this bulky man in front of him had his destiny, his life, in his greedy, blood stained hands. And he wasn’t going to show any mercy with it. Lazarevic’s words seemed to completely drown out in Nate’s shout as the bastard lifted the gun, finger pulling at the trigger. Jeff’s gasp was quiet as his head suddenly hung unmoving, any signs of life completely void from his now limp body.
Chloe’s words echoed through Nate’s mind. You tried, but it’s over.
Elena screamed, shattering the tense atmosphere as she lunged forward for her friend. But before she could do anything, Lazarevic held her at gun point, his point having been proven. He had no fear of taking another life with such simplicity.
“Tell me what you found in the temple.” For a moment, Nate hesitated, his eyes barely glancing over to Jeff’s body. All the reassuring words whispered in his ear, the soft kiss on his cheek when neither Chloe nor Elena had been looking, or the smile he gave Jeff when Nate set him down, it was all completely wasted. The chance of having a new friend, someone he could have grown close to, had vanished in front of his eyes. If only he had been faster he could have had someone to sleep with on the cool winter nights that seemed to now haunt Nathan when he was alone.
“I have the answer you’re looking for. Okay? I know where the stone is. But you’re not gonna find it without me. So just - let her go and I will lead you right to it.” Nate’s voice shook as he spoke, the coldness of the air getting to his skin, slithering past his pores and clung to his bones. If only he had said that before Lazarevic had shot Jeff down, he could have saved the man. The words that he exchanged now with the pricks that held him captive seemed to hold no value. How could they just carry on with death lingering bitterly in the air? It wasn’t until the map was taken and he was left with Flynn, along with a couple of henchmen, that Nate felt his anger bubble to the level that he couldn’t comprehend. When Harry got too close to close to Elena, Nate watched in awe as she struck him down with a cruel right hook.
“Run!”
Instantly, Nathan followed her, taking out the guard in front of him before he turned on his heel, sprinting before he leapt from the ledge, falling heavily on the balls of his feet. Stumbling, he managed to get into a steady rhythm before he could hear the similar gunshots being fired after him. Tears welled in his eyes and instantly, he grabbed Elena and began to run, his heart pounding his chest. Jeff was gone. Jeff was gone. Jeff was gone. The thought hammered in his head as he jumped over another ledge, his fingers slipping from Elena as she managed to keep up a similar pace. He shouted loudly in frustration, hearing the men chasing them down relentlessly. Lungs bursting, he yelled as loud as he could, letting out all his emotions as he pumped his legs to carry him farther.
“Jeff!” He called out for him, knowing that he wouldn’t be there to jump over and knock him down like the first time. Without hesitance, Nate hurled himself over a half broken wall and crouched down, feeling Elena join him quickly. He could hear the shouts and yells of Lazarevic’s men searching for him but for a moment, he wanted to forget about them. Closing his eyes, he tried to catch his breath as fast as he body would allow him. Elena was silent as he bit down on his lip, shaking slightly as he felt tears falling down his cheeks. He had never cried like this for someone and he hoped he wouldn’t have to do it again. It hurt worse than any bullet he could take.
Nate was going to do whatever it took to take that son of a bitch, Lazarevic down. Or else he would die trying - at least, for Jeff.