Uncharted Drabbles (Reader x Various Characters)

Stranger (Young! Sam Drake x Reader)

AN: This is the fifth request for my iPodShuffle One-Shot Challenge and it was a request for a Sam Drake X Reader story.Three skips were requested and that landed on the song Stranger by SecondhandSerenade. I highly recommend giving the song a listen before you read thestory. Enjoy! Trigger Warning: Thereader has a tragic backstory in this fic; read with caution because there willbe death and illness mentions. (I may have gone overboard on this story whenestablishing the reader's backstory... But I wanted the reader to have a reasonfor being so guarded and hesitant to let people in; like Sam. Idk if this isany good but here's hoping .)

You call me a stranger/You say I'm a danger/But all these thoughts are leaving you tonight/I'm broke and abandoned

The house was dead quiet and pitch black as you tip toed your way through the old creaky house. Your flashlight was barely helping your visibility and you were practically stumbling into everything in your path; you knew you should have changed the damn batteries. You smacked your flashlight against the palm of your hand when it began to flicker but thankfully even in the dim lighting it provided you were able to find a staircase. You crept up the stairs quietly, you were the only one here but you still needed to be reasonably cautious. You stepped lightly and took the stairs two at a time; you crept through the empty house when you heard a loud crashing sound coming from a room just a few feet in front of you.

You froze mid step, the owner of the house was supposed to be out of town for the next week but the soft muffled sound of a string of curses drifted through the walls. You relaxed slightly, you could still be in danger but at least you currently weren't in danger of being thrown in Juvie. You carefully moved toward the door before turning the knob and throwing the door open; you were met with the surprised look of a would be thief. You quickly looked him over and concluded that he was around your age, you were the one to break the stunned silence, "Who the hell are you?"

He threw up his arms defensively, "Hey look I'm sorry. I didn't know that anyone was home... I didn't take anything so please don't call the cops. I'll turn around and leave... we can just pretend like none of this even happened."

He thought that you lived here? You laughed lightly, "I'm not going to turn you in, kid. This isn't even my house... So it looks like we're both not supposed to be here."

He seemed a little flabbergasted, "Wait, what?"

You smirked and took in his appearance, as much as you hated to admit it, he was cute and at least a head taller than you. You shook your head, "Look kid, do you think I would be walking around my own house carrying a flashlight? Wearing a backpack and gloves, for that matter?"

He ruffled his hair before eyeing you carefully, "No I guess not... Listen, would you stop calling me kid? We've got to be at least the same age..." You couldn't help but chuckle at how flustered he was getting. Suddenly he stuck out his hand, "Anyway, my name is Sam Morgan and you are?"

You took his outstretched hand and shook it, "Y/N... I'm Y/N L/N. So Sam Morgan, What brings you to this neck of the woods?"

He gawked at you for a moment, "Umm... usually this is the part where I'd lie and try to talk my way out of a situation but honestly..."

You finished for him, "You're here to steal something. Relax Sam, I'm not going to turn you over to the cops or judge you. We're obviously in the same boat... If you're looking for money I'd try the bedroom; he seems like the type to keep money under his mattress."

You started to walk away from Sam when you heard him call out to you, "Hey! Where are you going, Y/N?"

You reached the door that you were looking for and when you turned the knob you were delighted to find that the door was unlocked. Before disappearing into the office you turned to Sam, "I'm getting what I came here for, now go."