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

The Belle of the Baltic

"Find anything useful?"

You sat on the bed, letters and photographs strewn around you as you kept your laptop open beside you.

"Not yet," you replied tensely, typing some notes after you set down a letter from Olaf to Victoria, brimming with pride at her accomplishments as well as a palpable tension.

Nothing about a hidden hoarde of gold and jewels, though. Not to mention whatever else he had collected over the years.

Sam sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he trudged over to the worn armchair, practically flopping into it. He barely stifled a yawn, and all you wanted to do was tell him to keep his mouth shut.

It had only gotten worse in the past few days, whatever pleasant emotions you had once associated with him rapidly beginning to fade. What you had once thought was charm became pure sleaze, to the point you were making excuses to slip out of the room.

You knew it was childish to be this upset. But it hurt. It really, really fucking hurt knowing he did not care for you in the same way you once cared about him.

He stood up, rolling his shoulders before he approached the bed. He peered over your shoulder at the letter in your hand, and you all but shoved it into his face.

"Here. Been trying to solve this for the past hour, damn cipher doesn't make any sense," you declared, Sam frowning before he took the paper from your hands.

"You alright there kid?" He asked in confusion.

"Peachy," you muttered as you checked a photograph, typing some notes concerning the location and the clues it entailed.

"Y/N, stop," he declared, and you ignored him, continuing to type. He sighed, taking the photo from your hands causing you to let out a surprised noise. You watched him set it down on the bed. "C'mon, you've done enough for today."

"No, I'm fine," you declared, trying to snatch the photograph only for him to take it away. You sighed, rubbing your eyes before you held our your hand, waiting for him to give the photo back.

When he didn't you looked at him sharply, his amber eyes crinkling in amusement before he turned his back to you.

"You know, I think this needs closer inspection," he declared before he opened the door, moonlight streaming in.

"Sam, c'mon, give it back," you declared, and he only shrugged before he slipped out. "Damn child...."

You reluctantly followed, stepping onto the deck surrounding the upper level of the motel as he placed the photo in his pocket.

He lit a cigarette, sighing out the smoke as you approached, leaning against the railing just so. The moonlight only seemed to emphasize his profile and your heart clenched painfully.

You leaned against the railing beside him, rubbing your arms in the cool night air as you tried not to look at him.

"So you want to tell me what's going on?" Sam asked, the pair of you looking out onto the small forest near the motel where a teenage couple appeared to be sneaking around in.

Yeah, you bastards, rub it in why don't you?

"Just...tired," you half-lied, stifling a yawn. "And concerned we won't find the treasure before Abbie and Clarke."

Sam placed his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly.

"I have faith in ya," he retorted with a small smile. "You're doing fine, don't worry."

"I don't feel like I am," you murmured honestly as he released your shoulder. "None of the ciphers make sense anymore, it's all love letters, and we both know I can't compete with someone who's been doing this for years."