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

Deciphering Maps...And Intentions

You weren't quite sure if you had been expecting some cataclysmic shift to occur in terms of your...could you could it a partnership with Sam? Was that what it was?

But there you were, once again helping a man in a completely separate continent. Only difference was how you felt watching the man on the other side of the screen.

The curve of his lips when he smiled, the certain mischief in his eyes, not to mention his toned frame...well. It was a wonder you hadn't come to your realization a lot sooner.

Not that it would have helped anything. As your British peers would say, Samuel Drake was completely soppy about Abigail Victor.

Or maybe you had mistaken sex for genuine affection. Who knew with him, actually. The damn man seemed so careless 90 percent of the time it was a stunning fact he had not been killed so far.

The crew had been split in half, Sully and Sam chasing down the lead in Italy while Abbie and Clarke were still in Norway. Something about meeting one of Clarke's friends to go over a few things in order to find the treasure.

You wondered if they were all as smarmy as him.

You didn't hear much from Sam for awhile, clearly too busy hunting down the next clue, and it made the days seem longer than usual. Made you realize how much time you spent on his...Abbie's and his mission.

You practically stumbled into a job at the library, helping out wherever was necessary, spending the rest of the time continuing to look up information.

It was tedious work though, giving you a lot of time to ponder as you slipped books back into their proper places on the shelves. Mostly about affairs of the heart, pathetically.

You at least had the decency to be a little ashamed when your cell phone buzzed in your pocket, practically dropping the book in your hands as you scrambled to check the message.

"How's my favourite researcher? - Sam"

A small grin blossomed on your features as you read and reread the message.

"Working on other things besides your little treasure hunt."

You could picture him chuckling at that, the thought making your heart race.

God, you really liked him didn't you?

"Well if it's possible...we might have run into a snag. Or four."

You laughed a little as you responded.

"Or four? What does that mean?"

His response was to send a picture of a model ship cracked clean in half, a map unfurled beside it.

There were certain locations circled on the map, most of them land masses you didn't recognize.

Oh. Oh no.

"I see what you mean by snags. It...it looks like some map you find in a fantasy novel..."

"Victoria wasn't an amateur cartographer by any chance?" Sam asked.

"Afraid not. Though her sister was. Might have been a present for Victoria? A wedding gift?"

"Then why would she put it in an amateur boat? And for a world that doesn't exist?"

You frowned at that as your phone began to ring. Your stomach plunged as you made your excuses, scrambling outside before you answered.

"Maybe it's a cipher or something?"

"What is?" Abbie answered, and you found yourself deflating slightly.

"Sam said he found a map in some model boat. Problem is that it isn't for any place that exists...."