I Can't Do This Without You (Sam Drake x Reader)

You Need to Wake Up

An adventure is never complete without a fight. That's what you always said. You would usually go on adventures alone since traveling with a group was not your cup of tea. You liked to be independent and solve things by yourself. That, of course, changed all about a year ago.

You were in the jungle, which was truly an adventurer's playground. This time around, you were searching for the loot left behind of a deceased, royal family. But of course, you were not the only one searching for this treasure. 

A pistol was being held to the right of your head, pushing in to your skull everytime the person holding the weapon would say something threatening. "Now, Y/N, what's that you are holding in your hand?"

Resting in an embrace of your fingers was the key to the next step of your adventure, and the person holding the gun needed it just as much as you did. The gem encrusted golden key had writings of Latin on the side, which was the actual key to the treasure. You didn't know how to read Latin, but you had Google Translate so translating it to English wouldn't be too difficult. That is, if you weren't in this situation.

"I'm holding nothing of your interest," you said confidently, rising your head a bit. "You know it gets me hot when you lie like that, Y/N." The armed man snickered, pushing himself into you, securing your waist on his with a hand. You winced in disbelief, not wanting to take this twisted way as the end.

"It gets you hot?", you replied, covering your nervousness with a quivering shade of confidence, "do you plan on fucking me or something? I thought we could have dinner first." His mouth was then brought to your ear biting at your earlobe. "Maybe if you hand over the key, you can be alive for that action." His lips made their way down your neck, sucking at your soft skin.

You were suddenly pushed forward and onto the ground, taking the wind right from under you. You heard grunts and nervous laughter coming from behind you, and the gun was quickly removed from your head. As your breathing pace came to a normal rate, you quickly crawled away and turned around. Tackling the man who was holding the gun was yet another man. He had dark brown hair slicked back behind his ears, a great nose and multiple scratches on his face.

Realizing this man was helping you, you quickly grabbed the gun from your enemy's hand. "Oh my god, thank you...thanks so much," you said quietly, not even having this process in your head. "Uh, what's your name?" He then opened his mouth, releasing a crisp accent, "its Samuel Drake. I'll go by whatever you want."

From that day, he had been at your side ever since. Sam Drake, the adventure seeking idiot with stupid puns. You loved that idiot though. He was your everything, and he made sure to tell you constantly that you were his everything as well.

You were currently on a new adventure, this time you were on the search for the crown of a princess from ancient times. Sam was on this adventure with you too, but he was in a different location. You were brought to underground tunnels, covered in stalagmites but also covered in hieroglyphs. Sam decided to head into one tunnel while you went to the other. It wasn't something you usually would do, but there didn't seem to be any threats in this mission. He wasn't fond of leaving you alone, but he did anyway.

The stalagmites were definitely worth a piece of coin, considering how crystals are priced nowadays. You then decided you shouldn't, knowing that by your luck, the entire cave would collapse right on top of you.

The cave's passage way seemed to grow smaller as you made your way deeper. "Sam?", you yelled out, letting your words slap against the walls.

"Yeah?"

"I was just making sure you--"

Just in mid sentence, you felt a heaviness crash on your body suddenly. A sharp scream released from your throat as a stalagmite dove straight into your back. Blood then gushed out to your mouth, dripping down your chin.

"Y/N!", Sam yelled, rushing his way towards you. After multiple agonizing minutes of feeling everything that was anything ache, Sam reached you. You could barely make out it was him, as he seemed to get blurrier and blurrier with each passing moment. He then quickly uncovered your body of all the rocks, and you were left with the crystal that was penetrating your back.

"Stay with me, stay with me, Y/N, I will get you through this," he told you placing a hand on your cheek. His words were sweet like butter, but they couldn't take you out of this pain. He then wrapped his calloused palms around the stalagmite, and pulled it out of your body with all his might. He put it to the side, and pulled you to him into his arms.

Sam then staggered to his feet, feeling blood trickle down his fingers. You smiled up to him, feeling hot tears rush down your cold skin. "You--you're crying-- don't cry. Please don't cry, I will get you out of here. It will be okay Y/N, I promise."

You then tried to calm yourself by closing your eyes. The feeling was indescribable. It felt like having a new crush on someone, achingly soothing. "Sam don't worry, I feel just fine," you calmly told him, feeling your body numb up. "Don't you dare close your eyes. Y/N, I love you too much. Don't do this to me."

You then curled your body in more to him, wanting to feel his face before you soon forgot it. You reached out your hand, shaking ever so slightly before it fell numb onto your stomach.

"Hey--!," Sam then nudged your body a bit, aiming to make you alert, "no no. No, you can't be serious. Y/N please hang in there. Please. We're almos--"

Your head then fell slightly to the left, leaving you with only three senses: sight, scent, and hearing. Those senses were weak, but still it made you feel like you had something. You could hear Sam's voice crack and quiver as he saw your body lay limply in his arms.

"Y/N please. You need to wake up because I can't do this without you. You are my everything...please."