I created this Fanfic because of the lack of good Uncharted crossovers. It's such a shame because Uncharted has such amazing characters and gameplay, it's like my fourth favorite video game series ever! It's probably because of lack of Uncharted crossovers, that this fanfic won't be very popular, except for the two followers I have. Now, I believe that Nathan Drake can fit surprisingly well. I ship him with Winter because I don't want to lower his age so the other RWBY girls are legal, and I really like Winter. Rooster Teeth should really utilize her more in the show. And it's pretty fun if you think about it, an adventurous rogue with a cold, rule-abiding soldier. Now I'd really appreciate it if you guys supported this little underdog fic of mine. So on with the show.

Uncharted belongs to Naughty Dog (Notice me senpai!)

RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth (You guys have kinda been phoning it in lately)

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Winter Schnee liked the cold, it made her feel at home. Not her literal home of course, in fact, she could describe it as feeling at anywhere else but home. The cold made her feel at ease, calm, comfortable even, not like the place her father had taken over and her mother was too drunk to care. But that was unimportant at the moment.

General Ironwood had assigned her on a mission in the snowy mountains of Atlas. There had been reports of a wreckage of an Atlesian military airship that had gone rogue a few years back, she had given a few troops AK-130's and two soldiers, and sent out to salvage the wreckage and secure anything that could endanger to Atlas security.

The bullhead they were all riding docked itself at a clearing that was flat enough to land and take off when ready. She and her squad had been trekking through the harsh winds, looking for any signs of the ship.

"Commander Schnee, look!" One of her soldiers called out. She followed his arm to an icy ravine down below, and in the ravine was a crashed Atlas bullhead.

"Fan out and search the ship," Winter instructed her troops. "Keep your guard up, this is still grimm territory."

Her foot soldiers nodded dutifully and they began their trek down the icy side of the mountain. They failed to notice however, the parked jeep at the side of the ship.

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They scoured the cold metal halls of the ship, coming up with diddly squat. "Commander Schnee, I think we should turn back." Winter's current 'deputy' fretted from behind her. "There's nothing left of this place, grimm tore it to shreds ages ago."

Winter frowned as she marched through the halls, sword drawn. She ignored the scared ramblings of the officer in favor of continuing on to the main deck of the ship. There had to be something there, but something about this ship didn't seem to add up. There were signs of a fight, that was to be expected but these were RECENT. The claw marks and bullet holes on the walls were fresh, and she could have sworn that she caught a glimpse of a grim still disintegrating in a side hallway.

"Seriously, Mam!" The soldier fidgeted, starting to have a small panic attack. "No one else is going to come out here to a useless wrecked ship, let's just get out of here before the grimm find us!"

"You can leave if you want," Winter said, coldly. "But I'm going to finish this mission."

The soldier seemed to consider her words for a moment before he turned tail and ran. "Coward," Winter muttered, harshley under her breath. It didn't matter anyway, she worked best alone, she didn't need anyone else.

She could see the entrance to the main deck at the end of the hallway. If anything important was on this ship, it'd be there. She made her way to the door, it was a bit jammed but she managed to pry it open enough to squeeze through. When she finally made it through she came across a startling sight.

There was already someone on the main deck, someone alive. He was a tanned young man that looked to be in his mid-twenties. His brunette hair was short yet it stook up in a temple fade. He was dressed in what looked like a brown leather parka with a strap over his shoulder which seemed to be holding some sort of assault rifle with a machete blade attached.

But Winter wasn't focused on that, she was focused on what was in his hands. He was currently looking at a stack of large pieces of paper that were previously lying next to what she assumed to be the dead body of the captain.

Winter knew she had to get those papers. If the rogue captain had it with him when the ship went down, who knows what kind of Atlas secrets could be on them. Call her paranoid, but she had a mission.

"Halt," She said in a authoritative voice. "Don't make any sudden moves and slowly turn around."

The man raised his hands up, still holding the papers, and did as she commanded. Now that he was facing Winter, she could see that he had a rather well chiseled face with a bit of a stubble. She didn't let her guard down however, as she still stood with excellent posture, her sword straight and true as it aimed at the man's chest.

Despite being taken by surprise and now having a sword pointed at him, the man seemed rather calm with a slight smirk on his face. "Whoops, sorry," He said in a joking tone. "I was looking for the bathroom on this thing, it's really easy to get lost here."

Winter didn't respond as she stared at him with an icy glare.

The man let his shoulders sag as he dropped his arms and let out a sigh of frustration. "'Course you didn't fall for that." He said in an annoyed tone, as if honestly hoping that would work.

"The papers you are holding are the property of the Atlas Military." Winter said in an even tone, as if rehearsed. "Relinquish the papers to me, and prepare to be brought in for questioning."

The man, in fact, did not relinquish the papers. Instead he replied "Yeah, I would do that if I actually got along with the law, but you see, I don't. And I came a long way out here for these papers," He gestured to the possibly compromising files in his hand, "So I rather just take my leave."

Before Winter could reply, he unhooked a metal spherical object from his belt and tossed it at her. Winter didn't know what it was until she saw the red flashing accompanied by a beeping sound. A dust grenade!

She quickly dived back into the hallway she came from as her original entryway to the deck was engulfed in flames. She growled as her way back in was now blocked off, the man now getting away with the Atlas documents.

"Attention all troops." She spoke into her scroll. "We have an armed perpetrator on the ship. He has important documents, due not hesitate to use force to secure him and the papers."

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Nathan Drake groaned in frustration. Why couldn't things ever be EASY? How come everytime he goes somewhere, he can't just grab what he needs and go? Why does he always have to deal with grimm, or the White Fang, or the Oum damned MILITARY?

He would have continued his griping if he didn't have to suddenly dodge bullets from the AK-130s.

"Crap," He pseudo cursed as he ducked behind an empty metal crate for cover. He felt the bullets bounce of the metal with metallic 'clangs' as the Atlas robots marched forwards.

Nate unstrapped his AK-47-Machete hybrid from his back as he hooked up the ammo clip. He quickly stood up from his cover and pumped hot lead into the machines before ducking back down. He started to reload when he realized that he was running low on dust bullets.

Deciding to be conservative, he strapped his main weapon on his back as he took out his side-arm of a semi-automatic pistol. He launched a few bullets into the heads of a few nearby droids before dodgerolling to the nearest cover.

Underneath new protection, he slowly crawled his way to a few he 'decommissioned' and salvaged their ammo clips.

With enough ammo, he leapt out of his cover and fished the rest of the robots, freeing him from being under anymore fire.

That should be all of them. He thought as he continued his way. Unfortunately, at the end of the hall, the only exit had been blocked off from some fallen rubble and loose wires.

"Great," Nate breathed out as he looked at the damage. No way I'm getting through there He mentally grumbled. Guess I gotta find another way.

He noticed all the dents and ledges in the wall, they conveniently led to an air vent in the top corner. He climbed onto a few crates and leapt onto the wall where he managed to get a good grip on one of the dents. He then monkeyed his way up to the vent, he forced the grating off then crawled inside.

He navigated through a maze of vents until he came across another grate from above him, blasting cold wind. He pushed against the metal until it popped off. He climbed out and found himself on top of the crashed ship. He peered of to the side and, sure enough, he could spot his jeep at the bottom of the ravine, ready to drive away.

Unfortunately, he didn't see the high-heeled boot as it crashed into his back. Nate tumbled across the icy surface of the ship before he regained his balance and stumbled back up. After regaining his senses, he looked up to see the woman he encountered on the main deck. Her pretty face twisted into a scowl as her white uniform blended in with the surrounding snowstorm, hell, even her hair was white.

"I will not ask again," She stated firmly. "Hand over those papers or I will use force."

"You mean you haven't been using force already?" Nate asked incredulously. "Those bullets could have fooled me."

Instead of gracing him with a reply, the Atlas specialist launched at him with her cutlass drawn. Nate pulled out his weapon, switching it to machete mode. He deflected her blade and stumbled back to regain his footing. This was not good, he only used the machete function to clear a way through certain obstacles, he was never one to use it in combat, unlike the Atlas specialist who seemed to breath sword play.

She leapt at him again, with slashes and thrusts by the dozen. Nate was surprisingly able to keep up, though he was mostly parrying as he backed up, the specialist forcing him to the side of the ship.

Eventually, he couldn't go back anymore as he flailed to regain balance after his foot nearly tripped over the edge.

"You have nowhere to run," the snow-haired woman said, coldly. "One last time, surrender."

Nate kept looking back and forth between his options. Icy ravine, or crazy Atlas lady. Steeling his nerves as he made his choice, he leapt from the ship to the icy depths below with unwavering resolve.

"CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAP!" Okay, maybe he wavered a little.

Nate braced himself as he smacked against the thick powder and, miraculously, he survived! Nate cracked his eyes open to see himself waist deep in snow. Relieved, he actually laughed at his absurd luck. He was alive! Freezing like hell, but alive! "Heh, heh, I can't believe I wasn't just killed!"

But this was no time to celebrate, he still had a crazy military lady after him. Brushing off his near death experience, he dug himself out of the snow and made his way to his all terrain jeep, the farther away he was from this place, the better.

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Victor Sullivan drew another breath of cigar before blowing out smoke. It'd been a few hours since his partner in crime, Nathan had left to search that Atlas ship and call him soft, he was starting to get worried.

He hoped that this would all pay off in the end. When he heard that the self proclaimed 'Atlas pirate' Jacob Blood had crashed in the mountains and was probably pushing up daisies, he saw it as an opportunity to search the ship to see any clues. Sullivan knew Blood, personally, he worked a couple jobs with with the rogue Atlas captain.

In fact, the last time he saw Blood was just a week before the reported crash. A particular piece of a conversation he had with the pirate had stuck itself inside his head. Blood said that he was searching the find of a lifetime, on the verge of discovering something that could set him and his entire crew for life!

That of course peaked Victor's interest, but he wasn't willing to go low enough to steal someone else's project. But now that Blood was dead, it was winner take all.

So Victor and Nathan booked a flight to mantle, set up base in a cheap motel, and Nate set out first thing in the morning to search the ship.

"Whew," a familiar voice called out as the motel door opened. "What did you do, Sully? Start a bonfire?"

'Sully' grinned with the cigar still in his mouth. "Complain about the smoke all you want, kid. This stuff keeps me going," He chortled in a grizzled voice.

Nate smirked at his old mentor before unzipping his jacket and laying the papers on the motel coffee table. "You were right, Sully, Blood was on to something big. I found all these notes and maps, I've followed them and guess where they lead." Nathan then took a particular folded paper from the stack, he unfolded it into a mini-map of the mountains of Atlas and marked with an X at a particular mountain was labeled.

"Hans Oum damn Christia," Sully awed, the cigar nearly falling out of his mouth.

"The palace of diamonds," Nate established. "Sully, if we can find the palace, we'd be millionaires, hell, BILLIONAIRES!"

Sullivan was practically salivating at the thought. "That's all well and good, kid," Sullivan took the cigar out his mouth to scratch his gray mustache. "But you didn't run into any trouble out there, did ya?"

"Trouble? Nah," Nate waved him off before starting to look sheepish. "But I did have this little skirmish with the military."

"WHAT?" Sullivan nearly choked on smoke.

"Hey, if you ask me, they started it!" Nate defended. "And there was this really crazy Specialist chick-"

"Wait, wait, wait," Sully interrupted. "Specialist? What'd she look like?"

"Uh…" Nate narrowed his eyes, trying to recall. "White hair, blue eyes… You okay, Sully?"

Sully looked as as pale as a ghost. "Kid, I think you just crossed paths with Atlas Spaecialist, Winter Schnee." Nate's jaw dropped at the new revelation as Sullivan tried to calm his oncoming heart attack. "Kid, please tell me you didn't do anything stupid."

Nate raised his hands in defense. "Hey, I didn't do anything, except… maybe… threw a grenade at her."

Sully only stared at him in horror, his cigar falling from his mouth onto the floor.

"She's fine! Her aura protected her," Nate defended. "Look we're probably never gonna see her again, anyway. We just need to find Hans Christia, and we won't have to worry about anything except where to install the hot tub."

Sully sighed as he shook his head. "I hope you know what you're doing, kid. Otherwise, we're both screwed."

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So this mostly came to me after I binge played the entire Uncharted series, I may turn it into a full story, I may not. I'm hoping for the former, though. Nate is currently wearing his winter gear from Uncharted 2, with an AK-47 assault rifle with a machete blade attached, the trigger basically switching for a handle when switching modes. Make sure to show your support!