The Last of Us: Part II, six year Timeskip. Genderbend AU.

It’s been a six years since Elliot lost Joan Miller, now a 25 year old, cold, tired, and bitter young man, having lost so much, but has learned to heal as much as he could. As his ex-boyfriend, David, left him after he pursued Joan’s killer, an ex-WLF soldier, Abel, four years ago, leaving David and her daughter, JJ. Elliot was now at work as a hired gun, much like Joan before him, offering himself as protection or other odd jobs. What you knew about Elliot was somewhat limited, as he was closed off and difficult to talk with, with your only sources being the many residents of the commune, who knew about him and what he’d been through.

You’re special, immune, just like Elliot is, having been born to a mother who was infected during childbirth. You discovered your immunity after finding that you didn’t turn after being bit in the neck by a clicker as a young child.

The both of you have lived in the familiar commune in Jackson, Wyoming for the better part of a year. Elliot was originally paid to bring you to a FEDRA outpost in New York to make a cure to the Cordyceps brain infection, but knew that you’d be killed in the process of it’s synthesis, just like he would’ve if Joan hadn’t stopped the Fireflies a decade ago. Eliot took it upon himself to protect you, to make sure that you wouldn’t be subjected to the same horrors that he had endured when he was your age, in a way, it was a way to heal himself.

It was cloudy outside, the rivers were full, and there wasn’t any real threat at the moment, it was rather peaceful. Elliot was in his room, sat at his desk illuminated by a lantern, cleaning his rifle, idly listening to a cassette player that Joan had gifted him years ago. He wasn’t one to be bothered, or talked to.

So what do you do?