Sam woke with a start and had to check his eyes were open because the world around his was as dark as the back of his eyelids. After blinking a few times to ensure that his eyes were indeed open, Sam began feeling around the room. He needed to get a lay out of this place if he was ever going to figure out where he was and why he was there. His fingers brushed across some abandoned and rusty chains and he had to fight to keep his mind from putting him back in that room in the middle of the desert. Sam shivered, despite the warmth of the room. When Sam finished mapping out the walls, he found he was in a roughly ten-by-ten cell with a rough stone floor and a heavy steel door in one of the walls. The floor was clear except for the chain in the corner and the walls felt smooth and solid. There was a slight breeze that Sam couldn't quite account for on the wall opposite the door though. Sam began moving inwards, hoping to find something useful in the room. That was how he discovered his cell-mate. The floor seemed just as empty in the middle of the room as it did around the walls, then he found something. Sam felt the soft fabric of a t-shirt first, then the solid mass of the body wearing it. A quick roam of his hands and intent listening, showed that the mystery man was alive, but Sam had no idea who it was. Thoughts jumped through his head as to who it could be, was it one of his captors, unlikely since the man was unconscious and had a nice goose egg forming on his temple. Sam's next thought was that it was one of his team. It definitely wasn't Jules, which Sam was relieved for, and it wasn't the right body type for Spike or Sarge. maybe Ed, but no, this guy had hair and it just didn't feel like Wordy. Since the man was obviously as much of a captive as himself, Sam did the only logical thing.
"Hey, wake up." Sam shook the man's shoulder, probably not his smartest move, but the only one he could make without seeing who it was, he needed to hear their voice. God he hoped it wasn't Wordy, the man had a family to take care of, a wife and kids who were counting on him. At first the man didn't respond, but another hissed 'wake up' from Sam had the man almost bolting up.
"Sam?" The voice was thick and groggy, but Sam easily recognized it.
Sam smiled into the dark, "Thank God, Rocky. Are you alright?" Sam relaxed considerably, Rocky was the best guy for this situation. He was strong, not only physically, but also mentally. In his experience, the latter was much more desirable in situations like this, it had been how he had gotten out the first time. Sam stopped his train of thought, he did not want this to be like last time, he wasn't sure he could do that again.
Sam felt the body shake under his hand and assumed Rocky had nodded which seemed to be the right assumption when Rocky didn't answer any other way. That was a bit confusing, Rocky must realize that Sam can't see him in such a dark room, it's possible the older man got a worse bump on the head than Sam had originally thought.
Rocky spoke after a moment, "Any idea where we are?"
Sam shrugged, even though he knew the gesture wouldn't be seen, "Other than a ten-by-ten dungeon cell, I couldn't tell you. I don't feel like I've lost too much time, so I think we are still in country."
Rocky grunted, "That's good, your team should notice something is amiss."
Sam cringed, "Not as soon as I would like though. I had just gotten off shift before I was abducted or whatever, and we had the next two days off. If we are lucky, we have a bout a day and a half before they figure out I'm missing. Unfortunately, I was planning on surprising my sister with a visit so they might think I got held up there and with my luck, they wont figure it out for three more days."
Rocky sucked in a breath, "Three days aint good, lot can happen in that amount of time."
Sam sighed, "I know. Hopefully someone will think to call me, I haven't ignored calls since I got back."
Before he could say anything else, Sam heard the creak of the large door opening. Sam snapped his head in the direction of the sound but still no light came through. There was a shuffle of feet an the clink of something being set on the ground. Then the feet were gone and the door closed with a solid thump. Moving carefully, Sam found himself next to what seemed to be a tray with two cups of water, bread and vegetables, seemed they weren't going to starve but it indicated that their captors intended to keep them there a while. Sam could feel eyes on him in the dark and turned towards whe he had left Rocky.
The older man spoke after a moment, "Sam is everything alright? You are movin a bit strange."
Sam froze, "What do you mean?"
"Kind of like you are hurt or something." Rocky voice held the air of question.
Sam swallowed, "How much light is in the room?"
Rocky sounded confused as he spoke, "Sam, there is a window high up on the wall, it must be midday out there. What's wrong?"
Sam looked towards where he assumed Rocky's face was, "Rocky, I can't see a thing."
x.X. Flashpoint .X.x
A/N- So it's been a long time since I wrote for this series but I needed to so here it is. Don't worry about Sam though, the blindness might only be temporary... maybe.
