Your bound body swayed with the movements of the train, your glaring eyes never leaving the guard who held you captive. The gag over your mouth saved the man from nothing but harsh words that rolled around in your mind. It was better to occupy your mind by cursing the mercenaries than to think about your home and the people who probably didn't miss you. You internally hissed as the rope around your arms and wrists dug into your already tender skin. You kept your gaze even with the guard on duty, laughing to yourself when he squirmed.

You were positive this one-sided staring contest was approaching two hours when a second guard came running in, a mixture of fear and urgency evident on his face. He whispered into the ear of your captor, making him glance at you before gazing back the way his friend came. He touched the fancy little dagger strapped to the front of his chest like he had to make sure it was still there. There was a distant cry and the echoing sounds of guns going off. Looks like someone decided to join the party. Too bad they have no idea you were here. You had accidentally made sure of that.

Your captor turned to you and came alarmingly close, his breath making you want to gag as if you weren't already. You dug your fingers into the red fabric of your seat to keep you from headbutting the guy.

"Don't move you pathetic chit!" There were more cries and the gun shots were sounding closer. He flicked your nose and laughed. "Don't get your hopes up." He winked and left with his friend, joining in on whatever was going on. Your insides boiled with anger but you stayed put, not exactly feeling up to escaping only to be found and have to fight him again.

You closed your eyes as the train car shook very violently, your muscles fencing to keep you from falling on your face. You kept your eyes closed as you tried to pick out how many visitors were fighting the mercenaries.So far you could tell it was only one person. But you couldn't exactly trust your judgment, you were tired, hungry and in desperate need of a shower. The train car shook again, successfully tossing you to the ground. You grunted and tasted blood, your cheek throbbing from the fall. Now you heard rocket launchers from their helicopter followed by the rat tat tat of a large tank machine gun...Great, next thing you need is for the train to derail and send you to your death. You grunted with another unnerving shake of the train car; this visitor was proving to be a pain.

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Nathan let out a yell as he jumped to another train car, the helicopter successfully out of the picture. He leaned back against a wall, hiding from any more possible mercenaries as he checked his ammo. Not too much but enough to last him until the next group of guys. The sudden sound of bullets just missing his head caused him to crouch, holding his Wes. 44 at the ready.

"Crap."

After another round of shots, Nathan glanced around the thin wall. He spied only two guys but one of them was big and looked a bit tougher than the others. A glint on his chest caught Nathan's eye.

The dagger.

With a deep breath, Nathan turned the corner and gunned down the first guy, leaving him alone with the big one. Using up all that was left of his ammo, Nathan drove the guy back so he was backed up to the open doorway, the snow covered landscape zooming by behind him. The click of his empty mag made the big guy grin as he lifted his fists, ready to fight.

Nathan tossed away his empty gun and dodged a blow, punching the guy's gut as hard as he could. But it didn't look like it affected him much.Well crap.As quick as he could, Nathan dodged, pushed, punched and kicked the guy, quickly growing tired. But with a successful blow to the head, the big guy went down.

"Finally." Nathan reached down and took the dagger from him.

Inspecting it he didn't see the big guy get up until it was too late, the brute pushing him against a window and wrapping his large hands around Nathan's neck. With little energy to begin with, Nathan found it hard to push the guy off. Right before his eyes went black the brute stilled, a gunshot wound appearing on his head. The guy dropped and Nathan looked around.

"Chloe?"

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The shooting had stopped and you dared let yourself think it may be over. That you may be safe. But then you heard voices. You couldn't make out what they were saying but one was a man, the other a woman. Then there was another gunshot and a third voice stepped it. Possibly British. They were two carts away but after all the commotion it was easy to hear them, though not perfectly. That is until you heard a very loud "Put him out of his misery!" That can't be good.

Now you heard shouts and stomping boots. You took that time to wiggle out of your restraints. But given the last two times you escaped, you aren't surprised your captor tied you up real good this time. You were flung around the train car, your head hitting a box of weapons. With a grunt and loads of pain, you got a leg free. You hooked it around the nearest bench leg, making it easier to focus without running into things. Your fingers made quick work of the rope and you were soon free. But only just in time to spy a man sitting on the floor, aiming a gun at a pile of gas tanks as a wave of mercenaries ran at him.

He pulled the trigger and the train cars detached and went flying. Well, dang it.

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You groaned as your teeth started to chatter. Your limbs ached and your body felt frozen. But you were alive. You stood slowly, checking around you as you wrapped your arms around yourself. Several train cars were scattered about, some even on fire. It didn't take you long to notice that you weren't alone. Mercenaries swarmed the wreckage, probably looking for the visitor who blew up the place.

You stumbled around a bit, the inability to feel your toes making it hard to walk, as you tried to keep out of sight from the gun-toting brutes. A glint of firelight in the snow caught your eye. You picked up a discarded FAL-SS, chuckling to yourself when you found it fully loaded.

Your head snapped up at the sound of gunshots not too far away. The mercenaries all started moving away from you, raising their guns and pointing. The idiot who blew the train. You stayed low, keeping an eye out for any more weapons as you unwittingly followed the mercenaries. You didn't know why you felt like you had to do anything involving the visitor with a death wish but you had him to thank for your unconventional escape.

You ducked behind a fallen crate and watched as he stumbled along, clutching his side as he dodged bullets. He didn't look too good, health wise, but man was he attractive with his mussed hair, smudged clothes and face and-

You closed your eyes and shook your head. Focus. You body warmed at the fact you found him attractive at a time like this. And the fact you were in the middle of quite a mess of his creation.

You saw a guy come sneaking up behind him and you tensed. Raising your gun you just tapped the trigger, sending the brute to the ground. The man looked around but didn't stop. You moved along with him, keeping the pests off his back as he struggled to shoot his own weapon. That is until your ammo went out.

You growled as you tossed aside the gun, searching frantically for another. You heard the crunch of snow behind you but before you could move two big arms wrapped around you from behind. The mercenary laughed evilly in your ear, making your body shiver in disgust. You grunted as you tried to shake him off but he was too big. You head butted him, blinking back the pain. You stamped his foot with yours but it was no use. Suddenly there was a shot and he was down.

You glanced around and saw the attractive wounded man. He gave you a curt not but then raised his gun again. You raised your hands and narrowed our eyes at his actions, but he didn't shoot.

"Behind you!" He called.

You glanced behind you and blanched. Twelve or so guys were making quick work of the distance to you and the wounded man. Quickly you raced to a trian car not on fire and climbed on top. The man seemed to be in too much pain to climb so he ran.

You ran along the top of the car but stumbled over something. You glanced down and almost giggled. A Dragon sniper. Eagerly, you fell to your stomach and took aim, a smile pulling across your face.

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Nathan grunted as he fell to the ground. He was tired and in so much pain. But he was encouraged by the sudden help and arrival of a beautiful woman. He credited her for taking care of the men that trailed him but now she was in trouble. His brows rose at the sound of sniper shots. He looked around the corner of a crate and whistled.

"So maybe you aren't."

He watched in awe as she felled ten men with precision shots. But there were two guys left. Feeling his ammo running low he took his last grenade and lobbed it in their direction. He cupped his mouth and shouted up at the woman.

"Come on! We gotta get out of here!"

She turned to him and nodded. Nathan smiled a bit at the look of concentration on her face, wondering what you would look like smiling. Probably breathtaking. Shaking his head he watched as she dodged the explosion and run up to him.

She gave him no more than a glance before looking around for any more mercenaries. "(Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n)." She gave him a small smile.

Nathan blinked. "Uh, Nathan Drake."

You nodded and pointed to his bleeding wound. "You think you can run with that?"

Nathan was about to answer but the sound of a machine gun echoed in the snowy darkness. You shook your head and took the lead. "Looks like that will have to be a yes. Follow me, I have an idea of where we are."

Wordlessly and in eminence amounts of pain, Nathan followed you, running first, asking questions later. You hurried on, checking behind you to make sure he was still alive. You ignored the glint of the fancy blade strapped to his waist. So you focused on something more important; how wound. Despite his persistence, you didn't like the amount of blood you saw. Bullets whizzed by your heads and you cursed. Turning, you spotted where they were and smiled.

Nathan looked at you wearily. "Why are you smiling?"

You gently took his gun and checked his ammo. One bullet left. You glanced at him and took aim at the burning fuel cart next to the heavily armored mercenary. "Cover your ears."

You didn't bother to check if he did before you took the shot. Heat covered your body from the blast, your body rocking backward. Nathan took your arm to steady you but it almost felt like it was more for him than you.

"There. Luckily I know where we are. So we can-" You turned to look at him and your smile fell. Nathan looked close to death as his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground. You fell to your knees next to him and turned him over. Patting his face, you called out.

"Nathan? Hey man, I just found you and busted my butt to save you, dying on me now would be a real sucky way to say thanks."

But he didn't move. You checked his wound and your stomach dropped. Blood was seeping onto the snow, the warm red liquid bright against the white. You pulled the unconscious man closer to you, your body suddenly remembering the cold. His head laid on your lap as you tried to keep the both of you warm.

"Come on, man. I find a guy and he dies on me."

A voice from behind you made you freeze. Not because it was a man but because they spoke in your native language. "Perhaps you should stop leaving your home to find men and let them come to you."

Tears pricked your eyes as you turned your head. "What's the fun in that Uncle Tenzin?"

Your uncle came over and knelt next to you. "Come. Let us get him to the village."

Guys look out for more of these...I have all four Uncharted games and I am in love with Nathan so..... ;)