Title - Light Of The Full Moon
Chapter title - Orphans
Author - OblivionsGarden
Genre - Romance/Adventure/Friendship/Drama
Disclaimer - I do not own the Uncharted Series in anyway shape or form. I only own the plot points surrounding my oc's, not recognized from the games. For this chapter I own, Lucy Oakley.
Chapter Word Count - 1020 words.
Summary - She was 14 when she met Sam and 27 when he died. She never expected to see him again, never having really dealt with his death to begin with. But he came back, just like he promised he would and she'll be damned if she lets him leave her again. (Sam/OC)
A/n - Ayyy, my second Sam fic! This one should be fairly longer than my last as this one start way back in the orphanage. (Which for the purpose of this fic, is not just a boys home.)
Please leave a review, I'd greatly appreciate it. Hope you enjoy, xx (:
Sam and Nathan Morgan had lost track of how long they'd been in that orphanage. In a place like that time seems to run on like one long day. Sam was sure it had been around five years, maybe six, but he tried not to think about it for too long.
In the years that the brothers had been there, they'd seen countless other children be bought in. Some stayed and were still there, some were given to families and some returned home after a while. The lucky ones, Sam called them. Some dissapeared all together, running away into the night and causing the nuns to send out a frantic search party.
It was with those children in mind that the boys were so curious every time someone new arrived and they were both anxious to see what would happen when Lucy came through the door.
Nate saw her first, on his way back to his and Sam's room and spotting her as she was lead to Father Duffy's office. She didn't look at him, or her parents walking either side of her, or the nuns just ahead. She stared at the floor, arms folded with an exasperated look about her features.
Nate had rushed to find his brother and together they waited in the hall until she emerged from the office, lead by one of the sisters. She looked to be only slightly smaller than Sam with dirty blonde hair and wide green eyes. She was slim and slightly tanned and Sam noticed she looked incredibly annoyed at this whole situation. It was unusual, he thought. Most kids looked terrified or upset. But she just seemed... Inconvenienced.
She was lead to her room, they assumed, since the girls bedrooms were strictly off limits to the boys and vice versa. The girls rooms were on the left of the orphanage and the boys on the right, each area being separated by the main living areas, kitchen and dining room. They probably wouldn't see her again until dinner time, when most of the new children refused to come down anyway.
Lucy Oakley was fourteen years old when she was dragged to the orphanage. Her father was a businessman and had been offered a new job in Boston. That's why she and her mother had followed him from their hometown of Topeka, Kansas. But her mother was busy trying to help her father adjust to the big move and her father was almost always at work. Which lead to her temporary stay at the orphanage.
She had tried to insist that she didn't need looking after and that she would be fine by herself whilst her parents were busy, but they insisted she needed a stable environment for the time being.
Her new room was small, one bed in the corner, a dresser opposite and a small desk and chair sitting beneath the window. She placed her suitcase beneath the desk, only taking out one of her books and her journal which she placed on the desk. Once she'd done that she left her room to explore the orphanage.
As she found herself nearing what sounded to be a living room, one of the sisters spotted her and made their approach.
"Shouldn't you be unpacking?" She asked.
"Done it."
Lucy turned and headed into the room where she could hear the television, not bothering to look back at the nun. There were six children in the room, two girls and four boys. The girls looked no older than ten, one blonde, one brunette, taking it in turns to braid each others hair. There was one boy sat on the sofa, his back to Lucy. He had spiky hair and was sat with his knees curled up to his chest as he flicked through the tv channels. Another boy, who she could see looked to be around thirteen was lay on his stomach in the centre of the floor, reading some sort of magazine. There was a boy with slightly curly hair sat in the window seat, staring out like his life was a sad movie scene and the final boy was fast asleep in an arm chair, appearing to be around sixteen.
Lucy studied them all carefully before she headed to sit in the window seat, startling the boy already there from his daydream. He offered her a smile which she returned with a nod before she too turned to look out of the window. It was quiet for a while, apart from the other boy flicking through tv channels, until the sister she'd left in the hallway marched into the living room.
"Miss Oakley, I do not call that unpacked."
"I do." Lucy muttured, not turning her head to look at her. "I don't need to unpack everything, I'm not staying."
"You're not?" Asked the boy seated beside her and she shook her head.
"It's only temporary whilst my dad settles into his new job. We just moved here."
"We've heard that one before." Said the boy on the floor.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Lucy frowned, stepping down from the window seat and taking a step forward. She felt everyone's eyes shift to her defensive stance but in the moment she couldn't find it within her to care.
"I'm just saying that in the two years I've been here, loads of kids have come in and said their parents would be back for them in a month or two. Most of them are still here."
"That's enough, Jacob." The nun said, eyeing Lucy's clenched fists.
"Well my parents are coming back." She sneered. "They told me so."
"Lucy, let's leave the room shall we. We'll go somewhere nice and calm."
Lucy reluctantly followed the nun from the room as Nathan crossed from the window seat to sit by Sam on the sofa.
"What do you think?" He asked of his older brother who was biting his lower lip thought.
"I think she's gonna need a friend if they don't come back." Sam yawned, switching off the tv and tossing the remote on the sofa. "Why don't we go introduce ourselves?"