We Don't Talk Anymore ~ Charlie Puth feat. Selena Gomez

*many years later*

Tasha sighed as she flipped through the tv channels, ultimately turning off the device, instead scrolling through the photos on her phone. She smiled as she came across an old photo of herself, Nathan, Sully and Elena. It had been so long since her and Nate went on any adventures. He was a changed man. Tasha was happy he settled down with Elena.

*ding dong*

*ding dong*

"Yeah! Yeah, I'm coming!" Tasha called to the door, sighing as she walked towards the excessive noise. She could hear muffled voices from behind the door, and ever the curious soul, she opened it. A grin spread across her face.

"Nathan Drake, as I live and breathe." She laughed as she hugged her best friend. "What do I owe the pleasure? Elena's not with you, I see."

"No, no. It's just me." Nathan smiled.

"What did you do this time, Drake?"

"Hey, I didn't do anything!" Nathan laughed before pausing briefly. "... how are you?"

"Nate, you've always been terrible at small talk..." Tasha eyed him suspiciously. "What's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong." His octave went a tad high, signalling a lie.

"Nathan Drake—"

"He's always been terrible at lying."

Tasha's entire body froze as she stared past Nathan, seeing a face she hadn't seen in fifteen years. "S... Sam?"

Sam smiled at her, "Hey princess."

"Is that... is that really you?" She stared at the man, eyes wide as they scanned his entire being. He had wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that became more pronounced when he smiled, and he had a tattoo on his neck.

Sam nodded, "Yeah, it's me, princess."

*smack*

Tasha's hand collided with his cheek in one swift movement before she pulled him into a tight hug. Sam laughed unevenly, rubbing his cheek with one hand while the other held her close.

"I guess I deserve that."

Tasha smiled, shaking her head as she lead the two inside. "Well, make yourselves at home. I need a drink."

She walked into the dining room, grabbing a drink from the fridge for herself. She took a long sip as she noticed Sam looking around her place.

"No big family?"

"Haha, no. I haven't... I haven't found the right guy for that." Tasha forced a laugh as she poured the two men their own drinks.

"Since when do you drink?" Sam asked in shock, eyebrows raised as she sipped on her own.

"After you died, to be honest." Tasha shrugged. "Though I'm sure Rafe had something to do with it too." The name spit from her mouth like poisonous venom.

"I take it things didn't end well with you two?"

Tasha scoffed, sipping her glass until it was empty. "I'm not drunk enough for that talk, Sammy."

"So, what have you been up to, Tash?" Nate asked, changing the subject as far from Rafe as he could. "Besides being a raging alcoholic."

"Ha ha." Tasha faked a laugh, clearly unamused by his words. "Oh, you know, been away for a while. I just got back from Cambodia with Chloe."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention — Tasha's a total treasure hunter now." Nate smirked at the girl, who blushed abashedly.

"You? An actual treasure hunter?" Sam hummed.

"I prefer the term tomb raider, thank you very much." She teased, sitting on the couch next to them. "But yeah, after Nate got out of the game I found my own way — Sully helped and before I knew it I was known around the world..." Her words trailed off into an almost bitter silence before she shook her head. "Anyways, enough about me! Tell me how the hell you're alive right now!"

"Well," Sam explained that he nearly died but they patched him up and falsified his death certificate. After Sam had recited his story, Nathan looked at her with worried eyes.

"Tasha... we need your help."

She sighed with a small smile, setting her empty glass down. "Anything for my two favorite brothers."

"We..." Nathan sighed, clearly not sure how to say the words he had to say. "We — Shit, we need to find Avery's treasure."

Tasha's smile turned to a straight line the instant the words left Nate's mouth. "No."

"Tash—"

"No!" Tasha stood, grabbing her glass and setting it in the sink. "No, Nate. Don't Tash me! I told you I never wanted to hear a single word about Henry Avery — let alone the fucking treasure!"

"It's a matter of life or death, Tasha!" Nathan stood, walking over to his best friend. "You know I wouldn't ask this of you if it wasn't a necessity."

Tasha glanced up at Nate, her face showing how fragile she was in that moment. "Nate..."

"Sam needs to get the treasure for Hector Alcazar or he'll kill him."

Tasha was silent for a short moment before she nodded, pushing her negative emotions aside as she focussed on keeping her friend alive. "Okay... what's the plan then?"

"Well..." Nate lead Tasha back to the couch, resting his hand on her knee. "You were the last one looking for the treasure..."

"Yeah, but every lead we got was a dead end." Tasha replied, looking over to Sam. "But you have an idea... don't you?"

"Avery's cross is being auctioned." He answered, eyes sparkling.

"Fuck." Tasha sighed, rubbing her jaw. "Ok, so what's the plan then, boys?"

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A/N: This could very well be my favorite story of all that I have written. Your comments keep me writing :)