Just a quick thing I scribbled up because I honestly can't write for anything else of mine tonight and I needed to write something. Tyson/Hilary as per usual. Hope you enjoy! Also, Uncharted is fantastic. It's like Indiana Jones where the women aren't switched out every game and where everyone's a cliff leaping bad ass. Tyson is a 'treasure hunter' and Hilary is an 'on the ground reporter' and poor cameraman Kenny's just there.

Treasure

The day went from bad to worse for Tyson. First, the treasure wasn't where it should have been, even though every document he'd found indicated it should be in the highest building in the middle of the city. But no. It was just another elaborate puzzle that prompted him to climb walls and leap distances and pull levers - all for a very small payoff.

Then came the tank.

Why did they always have a tank? Why didn't he have a tank?

God knows he could have used one. Or two. Instead, he was one lone treasure hunter gallivanting around a war stricken city looking for a mythical treasure his father had died trying to find.

He brushed down his khaki pants and scowled over his shoulder keeping his eyes peeled for more mercenaries. The cobbled streets were strewn with debris and pockmarked with cavernous potholes; the market stalls recently vacated under a spray of ill intended bullets and overturned by reckless hands. The crumbling brown buildings seemed to sway beneath the pewter gray sky as he strode down the narrow street. All in all, the city was a miserable place these days.

His gun was a heavy weight in his holster around his waist, a mere pistol he'd picked up as he'd run from the last batch of soldiers while his journal, carrying the most recent clue he'd dug up, burned a hole in the pocket of his shirt. At least if they killed him, he might have a chance of destroying it before they got to it.

The streets seemed to crowd in around him. And each movement made his pulse skitter, his hair raise. He was too exposed on the streets. Any vehicle he grabbed was a potential target for the tank - or tanks, he wasn't really sure if there was a definite number - casually rolling the city hunting him down.

He needed to get higher. At least find somewhere to grab his bearings, figure out the lay of the land so to speak. Except every wall looked ready to collapse and most roofs had been blasted out of commission.

Coincidence or strategic move? He couldn't tell.

He rounded the corner and pulled his gun at the movement to his left. He froze and his gun bobbled as his brain frantically tried to catch up with is eyes. Once it did, he sagged and lowered it with a disgusted sigh.

"Hilary?"

Hilary kept her gun on him a moment longer, then dropped it, her own disdain clear in the brace of her hips - in yet another one of her trim slacks - and the lift of her chin.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded, raking a hand through his navy hair as he scanned the small alcove, checking the roofs and windows of the dilapidated buildings surrounding them. Nothing so far.

"Oh excuse me? What am I doing here? What are you - no" She stopped herself, holding up a hand. "Let me guess. You're the reason this civil war took a scary turn for the worst, aren't you? I mean one minute it's just people shooting each other, calling for an end to the government regime and the next minute, there are trained mercs roaming the streets with RPGs, snipers and three tanks, Tyson! Of course, you're involved. Dammit." She spun a quick, aggravated circle and, after taking a deep breath, faced him again. "What is it this time? Conned another shmuck into funding one of your findings only to run off with the treasure?"

"No." He scowled. He didn't like to be reminded of how they met. It wasn't that he conned her or ran off with the treasure. He didn't even get any treasure and really, he gave her exactly what she'd wanted to see. The coffin. How was he to know it was empty? And she'd never mentioned anything about tagging along for the rest of the trip. Technically, he'd fulfilled the terms of their contract.

He glanced at the camera guy beside her and made a face. "Who is this guy?"

"That's Kenny. My camera guy. Because I'm actually here for a legitimate job."

"Reporting on the civil war? Hilary, that's dangerous. Surely there has to be a safer way than being on the ground."

"I'm an on the ground reporter. The clue is in the name. And what treasure have you discovered this time? Excalibur? The Stone of Destiny?"

He bristled at her scathing words - namely because she wasn't wrong per se, though also totally inaccurate. "No, those are all western European artifacts. They wouldn't be here. Look, this isn't the place or the time. You need to get out of here."

"Oh no." She tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear and pointed a finger at him. "You need to get out of here. You're the one they're looking for -"

He spotted the red dot dancing over the blue fabric of her shirt and he moved without thinking, knocking her on the hard ground just as the shot ran out. Scrambling to his feet, he shouted at Kenny to run and grabbing Hilary by the crook of her arm, he shoved her in front of him.

They raced down the alleyway and around the corner where he saw a hole in a nearby shop - one with a roof on it. "In there!"

They ducked inside and dropped behind the counter, keeping out of sight as the truck emblazoned with the mercenaries' symbol rushed by. Tyson waited until he could no longer feel the vibrations of the wheels and then he waited a bit more, his breathing shallow and quick, his heart racing. Hilary shifted beside him, her shoulder pressing into him and were she any other woman, he might have thought she sought comfort from him but her sharp elbow to his side quickly dissuaded him from that notion.

She glowered at him, chestnut eyes sparking furiously. Shit, she was still beautiful when angry. "This is all your fault."

He grinned at her and winked. "Guess they're looking for both of us now."

A.N. Let me know what you think! Also for the lovely anon who wanted to know if they could do fanart, I welcome ALL fanart. I just can't reply to anons and it took forever for me to get another Tyson/Hilary idea - I've been sneaking scenes for them into Saving and a bit into SLTS. I'm so sorry.