Hiii yeah it's me :D I wanted to rewrite this story because honestly I was not proud of this, it was my first fanfic and all so yeah.. (I had posted this like 7 chapters but since i'm rewriting, I deleted the whole thing now but don't worry, I will finish this. I also want to write like from someone's POV soo here it is, but anyway, R&R!

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Nate's POV

"So, what do you say, chicken? Is it a bet?" Nate smirked.

It had been five months since Nathan, Sam, Elena and Sully escaped from Libertalia, five months since Sam had to start the hiding again, five months since he moved in.

Nathan didn't have anything against his brother, of course. He was willing to help, willing to protect him the best he could. That's what brothers do, right? Not that he wouldn't have experience with this stuff, Nate does have a brother. Had had his entire life, actually. Maybe he forgot how to do this?

They has this brand new house, which was 'too goddamn far away from the city' as Sully had said. Elena liked it though, so Nathan was willing to move away, for her. This was the real life. She wanted their children to grow up in a quiet environment, in which Nate couldn't disagree. They both had had their own must-haves. Nate wanted a house which was close to the beach so he could go diving whenever he wanted to or, who knows, if he started to sail. Elena had insisted him buying the one with the seperate cabin outside. When Elena had warned him about the pregnancy hormones, he simply had agreed to it. He could hide out there if things got messy. That part Nate didn't tell her, of course, he had told her that it would be a great place to work.

Nate noticed Sam sitting across the room on the couch, watching as Nathan talked with Elena at the kichen's door. Sully was talking to him, but Sam wasn't propably even listening. He just stared. There had been something weird of him since Libertalia. Maybe that's was the reason Nate found it so hard to be a brother in need or to simply relax and enjoy their 'normal' life. To be honest, none of this was normal, unless 'normal' means hiding and fearing for their death. Nate glanced back to the living room and met his gaze. Sam had that distant look on his face again. The one Nate couldn't properly read. Yeah, there was definitely something weird about him.

Nate winced as Elena poked him with the tv remote in her hand.

"Where are you?" she asked smiling softly and stroked his cheek with her palm. Nate crossed his hands and looked back to her but didn't quite meet her gaze. He knew this sounded crazy. He knew that. He opened his mouth to speak but got interrupted, when Sam walked suddenly in the kitchen, towards the refriderator, patting Nate's shoulder on the way.

"Hey, little brother. You don't mind, right?" He smirked pointing at the beer he picked from the fridge.

"Sam, that's like a third-"

"Yeah, thanks Nathan!" Sam exclaimed and started walking back into the living room, but was stopped by Nate, who grabbed his brother's arm tightly and pulled him back in the kitchen.

"Just hold on, Sam. You're endless drinking will impoverish us before you even get drunk enough for your taste"

Anyone who told Nathan at this point, that he was being ridicilous, was right. He knew that, but he couldn't help it. Every little thing Sam did, was making him nervous. He didn't need him getting drunk and doing what-on-earth he could do to endanger all of their lives, especially since they would be having a new family member in six months. A number of doubts entered his mind, what if he went after the treasure? What if he went missing? What if Alcazar showed up when he's drunk? Nate tried to shake the thoughts away from his head, without success. Nate wanted to fully trust him, he really did. Wouldn't it be understadable to have a little trust issues after what happened? Sam's eyes darkened and he opened his mouth to speak. Here we go again.

"Don't start that again, please-"

"You're the one who's starting anything here!" Nathan replied a little louder than needed, and snatched the beer from his hand.

"Come on, little brother-"

"No, don't 'little brother' me, Sam." Nate waved his finger in front of his face and brought it to Sam's chest. "You promised to-"

"Boys, time out"

Both Drake brothers went silent and turned to see the source of the voice. Elena stood there arms crossed against her chest, frustration shining from her face.

"Now, come on", Elena walked into the living room and grabbed her camera from the edge of the bookshelf. "I want to take at least one decent photo of us" Elena laughed, "you know, before I look like a whale"

"I think you might be overreacting a little there" Nate chuckled walking after her.

"Have you seen a very pregnant lady, Nate?"

"Umm.. no. But I'm sure they're not like whales"

"You'll see"

Nathan glanced back to Elena. She wasn't even showing that much yet, it had been only three months. He didn't believe she could even become very big since she was already so tiny. Plus it would be only like six months more. Two times bigger than her belly was now, right? To be honest, Nate knew nothing about pregnancy or pregnant ladies. He didn't have the experience, neither did she. Were they ready for this? Does parents need to be more ready than they were at this point?

After the photo, Sully patted Nate's shoulder as he lighted a cigar.

"Remember to stay away from Elena, old man" Nate chuckled and poked him with his elbow. "We don't want a kid with two heads and three arms"

"Right" Sully smiled to him, extinguished the cigar and putted it back to his pocket. "Gonna light this beauty outside then"

"Thanks Sully" Nate exclaimed, patted sully on his shoulder and started walking back to Elena.

"Oh, and kid?" Sully started and waved to Sam, who approached to them

"Yeah?"

"You two really need to work your shit out. This is painful to the rest of us too, you know"

Nate sighed and glanced at Sam, who looked strangely entertained about the situation. "Sully, look. It's not my fault that Sam has some crazy issues with me and-"

"Oh shut up Nathan!" Sam snapped in a sharp tone. "It is your fault, actually. It is your fault that the damn treasure is still under of the goddamn mountain, it's your fault that I still have Alcazar's nose on my neck. It is your fault that I have to live with my little brother, to hide out here and not to be able to live on my own. And who the fuck you think you are to tell me what to do with-"

"What? I had to get you out of there! I saved your sorry ass. You would've been killed if it wasn't for me, is that what you want?"

"It's not what I said-"

"Enough!" Elena snapped and pulled Nate farther away from Sam, "Both of you, you're acting like children here"

Nathan quickly pulled his hand away from Elena's and turned to face her. He needed to calm down before he did something stupid. "Seriously, you're siding with him again?"

"No, I'm not. Nate-"

"You know what? Just forget it" He threw a hand over his head, walking away from the room.

Nate went to lie down to their big double bed and covered his face with his hands. He had to take Sam out of there, right? They didn't have the time to grab any treasure with them, right? Should they have had to go back to the treasure anyway? Like, it was just laying there. Had there been enough time?

That was the question that had haunted him for five months. Of course he didn't admit it to anyone, but the truth was, he did blame himself. They could've gone back. They could go right now. Sure, there would be some digging and all since the cave collapsed after them but the treasure would be somewhere under those rocks, millions of gold right there. It's not like if the gold would just… atomize.

At these thoughts, Nate fell asleep.

It was bright. It was so bright, Nate had to cover his eyes before opening them. There hadn't been a night this bright for a long time. When he finally looked around, he surprised how easily he could see around the room, even though the nights were usually pretty dark. The moonlight created shadows on the walls and made the view unrealistic.

He reached to his left for Elena and felt disappointed as he felt cold sheets under his fingers. He grasped the blanket. Elena was sleeping on the coutch again. She shouldn't do that. If she didn't want to come to bed, he should be the one on the coutch. Nate slowly sit up rubbing his eyes clear. The night was quiet, strangely quiet even. Usually there were more traffic sounds, wind, birds or something. It was just quiet. Quiet, until Nate heard a approaching sound, every second a little louder. Beeping. It sounded like beeping. He turned around to look for his alarm clock, but then remembered it being broken.

Suddenly something flew inside of the open window. Nate was too familiar of the sight, but before he could react in any way, the room exploded.

Jinxed it.