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

That's My Girl

There were a few seconds of tense silence, Sam looking more perturbed than anything as he raised his hands.

"Back up. Slowly," you heard Clarke declare, and you nodded as you complied.

Sam turned around, a certain anger simmering under the surface as Abbie looked at him defiantly from her current position, and you wished you could be as brave as them.

"You too Samuel," Clarke continued, Sam refusing to move. "I mean it. Move."

Sam glared at him defiantly as you risked turning around, and what you saw made your mouth fall open.

Clarke's hand was tightly bandaged, his nose in worse condition than Abbie's, and when he spoke you saw  one of his teeth had been knocked out.

Clearly Abbie had put up a fight before she ran.

"Samuel, this is between me and Abigail. Move," he snarled, and Sam stood in front of her protectively.

"You're not taking her back," Sam growled in response, your back now pressed against the wall as you watched the situation unfold.

Clarke didn't appear to have any one else with him, putting you in the advantage in terms of numbers.

You felt the tool from the lock picking kit still in your pocket, watching Clarke approach the pair.

"Why the hell would I want her back?" Clarke retorted as you slipped it out, your heart thudding in your ears.

Sam spotted the gleam of silver in the dim light, nodding imperceptibly  to you.

You slipped towards Clarke, and before you could doubt yourself you aimed for his shoulder.

He turned just in time for the tool to sink into his arm, looking surprised as Sam barrelled into him.

The pair of them struggled on the floor, and you looked over to Abbie who appeared to roll her eyes.

"Screw this," she muttered before she stepped on the wooden floor, a sharp cream echoing through the cavern before she plummeted.

Her screams bounced around you as Clarke and Sam broke apart, now scrambling towards the floor as you stood there in shock.

"Abbie?" Sam called out as he looked over the lip of the stone, no response greeting him. "ABBIE?"

"Are you FUCKING SHITTING ME?!?"
She screeched, and you jumped in shock.

"Do yourself a favour. Leave her there," Clarke declared as he slipped his gun into its holster, yanking out the tool and tossing it to the ground. "Trust me."

"What? Because she's not useful to you anymore?" Sam barked at Clarke.

"That lovely young woman," he responded, gesturing into the abyss. "Is the reason I'm losing my tenure."

Sam looked as confused as you felt, and Clarke continued as you picked up the tool and slipped it back into your pocket.

"They rejected her dissertation," he explained. "She isn't supposed to be even affiliated with the university. But she thought that this treasure might convince them to give her a professorship, regardless of the lack of degree."

He shook his head and chuckled mirthlessly.

"And because I loved her, I let her do it. Use my resources, whatever it took. Because at least she was content. And hey, she might be right."

Clarke sighed as he met Sam's eyes.

"But the university didn't agree. When I told her that they wouldn't give her it, that she still needed a PhD....well, she snapped. Started throwing things around."