So I'm Your Tech Support? (Sam Drake x Reader)

Just A Flesh Wound, Honest

If the circumstances had been any different, you could almost say Samuel Drake was charming.

Except the present situation had him currently in possession of a rather specific artifact. One that you knew was necessary for one Abigail Victor to complete her doctoral dissertation in archaeology.

One that the damn bastard didn't seem to want to let go of despite her protests, something to do with a long lost treasure.

Likely story to cover his own ass. The worst part was that he genuinely believed it, eyes bright and grin eager as he spoke of it. The worst part was that he almost made you believe it was true, and that bothered you more than you wanted to let on.

You'd been working for Abbie for a few months now, a six-month contract as her assistant. What you thought would just be a simple job of organizing papers or possibly taking notes for her during her experiments in the bone lab of the university had become you accompanying her to an island off the coast of Sweden, still taking notes but also accompanying her to the dig sites.

Which would have been typical if one treasure hunter had not taken it upon himself to scavenge through each one, overturning equipment and ruining months of data in the process in search of a golden necklace from the 16th century, apparently left behind by some explorer who's name you'd never even heard of up to this point.

What could you say? Your speciality was the World Wars, and you'd barely ventured out of that time frame unless it was necessary for some reason. Hell, you'd written a dissertation on the First World War, it wasn't like you'd exactly hidden from Abbie where your specialties lay.

She would have done better to hire someone with knowledge of the time period of her research. But then again, you worked harder than everyone else, made no complaints about the weather or the workload.

Maybe those were the only reasons she kept you on.

You were barely paying attention to the conversation as you watched the older man run a hand through a receding hairline in apparent frustration, a gesture that Abbie appeared to be mirroring.

You were beginning to think that Sam was.....well sort of handsome in that weathered sort of way when something whizzed sharply into the crate under your feet.

You sprung up, already glancing around when a searing pain went through your shoulder causing you to give out a sharp cry as you clutched it.

You withdrew your hand to see it coated in thick blood, your eyes widening before Sam shouted something you couldn't hear. You opened your mouth to ask when another bullet whizzed over your head and you scrambled to get behind the crate.

"What....no...you....INSANE?" You barely heard Sam shout over the deafening sounds of gunfire, glancing over to see him hiding behind a nearby crate.

"Sorry....archaeologists don't....guns....DIG SITES!" Abbie all but screamed at him in frustration, and you risked peeking out your head to see who was shooting at you when a strange ticking filled your ears.

You spotted the bomb resting on the other side of the crate and did your best to scramble away when you were shot back a few metres, your body slamming into the ground.

"Y/N!" You dimly heard Abbie yell as your ears kept ringing, gritting your teeth as you forced yourself to raise your hand and apply pressure to your shoulder.

"I...I'll be fine," you retorted hoarsely, the words lodging in your throat before you coughed violently. "Shit...."

"Y/N, just stay there!" She called out and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.