Title: And You Sleep While I Sigh
Fandom: Uncharted
Rating: General Audiences
Length: 420
Summary: Chloe is far too proficient at getting herself hurt.


Chloe is the most accident prone human being that somehow still remains functional Nadine knows. She's not like Drake - well, a little like Drake, with her general propensity for theft and quick tongue - who survives out of sheer luck. She has skill and experience and Nadine doesn't actually mind fighting beside her. Especially against Asav. She has her back, and Nadine has hers. Even when having her back means pushing her into a pool. Especially then.

She had somehow (between the crumbling masonry, and shootouts, ambushes and various forms of jungle warfare - and the exploding helicopter, of course) come out of the Ghatts with as many limbs as entered. The three of them had returned to civilization - the city a little more singed, the two of them (and Drake) a little more battered - in a commandeered jeep, tired, bruised, but intact. Mostly. The first thing they'd done was bought a pizza with the cash picked up from one of Shoreline's supply crates, and shared with girl Frazer had not, apparently, made up.

Nadine buys a scarf from her before they move out. Meenu was right, it did bring out her eyes. She'd slugged Drake again when he went to make a comment, so really it was a deal.

Once they had finally reached tourist hotel, far from the fighting, as near to safety as possible with civil war going on, Nadine allowed herself to relax. Just a little. Still had the Tusk on them, and they are both obvious foreigners, which makes them vulnerable - to a degree - to the kind of person looking to take advantage of the city's unrest. But there's no longer anyone out to kill them in particular. Or if there is, they're still out in the jungle, doing irreparable damage to ancient cities.

So she lets down her guard, and watches as Chloe's heel knocks a bit of loose mortar from the step. Has her caught before she hits the doorway, and bundled into safety of bed before she goes to check out their room's bathroom facilities. Nadine has missed showers. And hot water. Always does, after a stint in the feild.

And since it's a place aimed at big spending sightseers like herself - there's painkillers above the sink. Finally. Chloe doesn't complain - about this, at least: the perfectly serviceable MREs can't see the light of day without some grumbling - but after falling off so many cliffs she has to be at least seventy percent bruise.