The Final Straw
[Title] The Final Straw
[Fandom] Uncharted
[Characters] Elena Fisher and Nathan Drake
[Rating] G
[Genre] Angst
[Word Count] 218
[Summary] Nathan can't handle commitment, and Elena can't handle the rejection, so she makes the first move to officially put the marriage on hiatus.
[Author's Note] Written for a follower on tumblr who requested Elena and Nate. There wasn't a specified prompt or anything, so my angst-loving soul took over and wrote...well, this. No fluff here.
She can feel him watching her as she packs, folding her clothes and trying to set them neatly into her suitcases, but she knows her shaking hands are giving away that her composure is crumbling. It’s easy to imagine him standing in the doorway, looking helplessly on as she does her best not to sniffle and let him know that she’s been crying. She can picture his anguish in his eyes, the way his eyebrows turn up as he tries to figure out what to say, and it makes her heart ache and all she wants to do is turn around and hold him and kiss him because dammit, she knows him so well, so why can’t they make it work?
It makes her feel stupid, right there in the moment, that she could have thought marriage would make him change. This was Nathan Drake after all, the man with the worst case of wanderlust and curiosity and the need to know more. And wasn’t marriage accepting each other’s differences, strengths, and weaknesses, and only compromising when necessary? Was it necessary for him to compromise with her on this?
Yes. No? Yes. She was so confused.
She moved into the bathroom to escape his gaze, taking things from drawers and cupboards and cabinets. It had been no mystery to her that falling in love wasn’t the hard part for him; it was being in a committed relationship. After the wedding and the honeymoon, she could see him itching to leave, to move around, to get away.
She would make it easy - she would leave.
When she goes back into the bedroom, he’s standing beside her suitcase, fiddling with one of the zipper pulls, and she can practically see the gears in his head turning, wondering what to say or do, and she has to press her lips together to keep from crying more.
“Don’t go,” he says simply, stepping towards her and holding her face gently in his hands, leaning in to kiss her, and for a moment, she wants to give in. But she can’t. She has to be strong in this. So she turns her head and steps away, shaking her head.
“I’m sorry, Nate, but I just…I have to.” She glances down, sees her hand, and takes off her wedding band, trying so hard to keep her hands steady. “Maybe this was meant for a different time.” She steps around him, zips up her suitcase, and leaves.
She cries the entire way to the airport.
[Fandom] Uncharted
[Characters] Elena Fisher and Nathan Drake
[Rating] G
[Genre] Angst
[Word Count] 218
[Summary] Nathan can't handle commitment, and Elena can't handle the rejection, so she makes the first move to officially put the marriage on hiatus.
[Author's Note] Written for a follower on tumblr who requested Elena and Nate. There wasn't a specified prompt or anything, so my angst-loving soul took over and wrote...well, this. No fluff here.
She can feel him watching her as she packs, folding her clothes and trying to set them neatly into her suitcases, but she knows her shaking hands are giving away that her composure is crumbling. It’s easy to imagine him standing in the doorway, looking helplessly on as she does her best not to sniffle and let him know that she’s been crying. She can picture his anguish in his eyes, the way his eyebrows turn up as he tries to figure out what to say, and it makes her heart ache and all she wants to do is turn around and hold him and kiss him because dammit, she knows him so well, so why can’t they make it work?
It makes her feel stupid, right there in the moment, that she could have thought marriage would make him change. This was Nathan Drake after all, the man with the worst case of wanderlust and curiosity and the need to know more. And wasn’t marriage accepting each other’s differences, strengths, and weaknesses, and only compromising when necessary? Was it necessary for him to compromise with her on this?
Yes. No? Yes. She was so confused.
She moved into the bathroom to escape his gaze, taking things from drawers and cupboards and cabinets. It had been no mystery to her that falling in love wasn’t the hard part for him; it was being in a committed relationship. After the wedding and the honeymoon, she could see him itching to leave, to move around, to get away.
She would make it easy - she would leave.
When she goes back into the bedroom, he’s standing beside her suitcase, fiddling with one of the zipper pulls, and she can practically see the gears in his head turning, wondering what to say or do, and she has to press her lips together to keep from crying more.
“Don’t go,” he says simply, stepping towards her and holding her face gently in his hands, leaning in to kiss her, and for a moment, she wants to give in. But she can’t. She has to be strong in this. So she turns her head and steps away, shaking her head.
“I’m sorry, Nate, but I just…I have to.” She glances down, sees her hand, and takes off her wedding band, trying so hard to keep her hands steady. “Maybe this was meant for a different time.” She steps around him, zips up her suitcase, and leaves.
She cries the entire way to the airport.