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

Radio Silence

There had been radio silence for a month when you had received that phone call.

You were concerned for all the reasons you knew you shouldn't be. If they were able to find the information without your input, that was better, right? Less expensive for the both of you.

But...you'd helped them thus far. And you kind of wanted to see this through to the end.

You wondered with some amusement if you'd get any of the treasure once they found it.

Your shoulder was completely healed by now, the skin puckered around the exit site of the bullet leaving a noticeable scar. It still hurt sometimes, but other than that you were completely recuperated.

So technically, you could try and join them. You didn't expect the expedition to keep going for much longer, with Abbie eventually needing to come back to grad school and Clarke needing to be in Edinburgh to supervise her.

And if the gossip were true, the woman you had been replacing for her maternity leave was coming back soon. Meaning you wouldn't have a job for much longer.

There was nothing holding you back except yourself. And that proved to be the largest hurdle of all.

Because your logical mind couldn't reason doing this. You'd be risking going back into a situation where you could be easily shot again, perhaps even killed if things went wrong.

Not to mention you had no clue how to fire a gun and you weren't keen to trump through various locales for scraps of clues. You were more useful to them here.

Even if you'd likely grown redundant due to Clarke's people, academics with better resources and more experience in this time period than you.

So you hesitated, and you stayed.

And you hated yourself a little for it.

Because you couldn't deny that a large percentage of you wanted to go. To see history come alive, to have an experience you could recount with fondness and pride.

But you stayed anyways, patiently waiting by a phone that never rung and a laptop that never pinged.

Until, of course, it did.

You'd practically scrambled to answer it, your tone eager as you asked how you could help and you half-expected Sam to start chuckling.

"Have you heard from Abbie?" Sam asked you instead, his tone concerned as you could practically hear him pacing.

"I haven't heard from any of you. Why?" You asked as you frowned.

"Shit," Sam retorted. "Well if you do be sure to let me know, alright?"

"How long has it been since she contacted you?" You asked as your stomach began to knot.

"Same amount of time since I've talked to you," Sam retorted, and all the worst possibilities flashed through your mind.

"Where was she the last time you spoke?" You asked, trying to remember if there had been any earthquakes or tsunamis or any other natural disaster that would prevent her from picking up the phone.

"Stockholm, last time I heard. Her and Clarke were following some lead, they were going to join us here last week."

"Except they never showed," you retorted, opening up your laptop and searching on Google for the unlikely possibility of some civil conflict breaking out.

The only news that appeared to come up was typical of any country. A few car crashes, politics and mindless gossip about celebrities.

You searched for Abbie's name, the only things to come up her academic profile and some Facebook posts.