Crave
A/N: A boxing/UFC Shandy AU cause I'm predictable and this is only slightly related to "In My Office" same place, different time. Basically, crime, odd meeting, and romance in several parts.
Sandy groaned, head pounding as she opened her eyes. The room was dark and the cover was soft, she sat up, looking at unfamiliar walls in an equally unfamiliar bed. She tried to fix the strap of her tank top, looking around for a moment.
She remembered being with her boyfriend yesterday, they had an argument about something she couldn't recall. Her arm and wrists started to hurt and the temperature in the room dropped significantly. Where was she?
Sandy got up on shaky legs, leaning on the nearby desk for support as the air brushed her bare legs. Her sweater and pants were in the seat in front of her and who ever did this would have hell to pay.
The clock glared numbers at her. It was three o' eight, am or pm she couldn't tell. She grabbed her sweater, hobbling her way back to the bed.
The door opened, startling her as she quickly pulled the cover over herself as best she could.
A man stood in the doorway, the bag he had falling to the ground with a thud. "What the fuck?" he said, starting towards her before stopping.
The man was tall, defined muscle peeking through the fabric of his gray shirt. She shook, saying, "I don't know where I am, can you help me?"
The light came on as Shadow cleared his throat. "In my house," he answered. "who are you?"
"Sandy." She said, swallowing. "Do you know my boyfriend? I can't seem to find my phone and," she stopped, gripping the sheet.
Shadow paced, kicking his bag out of the way. "No. How did you get here?" there wasn't evidence of a break in and Rune would've scared off whoever came in.
"I don't know," She could barely remember yesterday and now she was waking up in a stranger's house.
"Wait," Shadow said. "You're that Cheeks fighter, right?"
She nodded, moving away as he sat on the bed. Her arm burned at the crook of her elbow. "I-I need a phone, do you have one?" she asked, getting out of bed and nearly stumbling.
"Are you okay?" Shadow asked.
She shook her head, wincing as it throbbed and her legs shook. "Why am I tied up? You ain't some freak, are ya?" she asked, staring at the rope around her wrists.
She slid to the floor, taking in a deep breath and letting it out. This had to be a mistake.
"No, listen, I don't know why you're here," Shadow started. "I can call whoever you want me to, just, I'll be right back."
She heard him leave, trying to sort her thoughts out. He came back, holding his phone out and cutting the rope.
"Name's Shadow by the way," he said, standing up.
"I know," she replied, rubbing her wrists and picking up the phone. She dialed Val's number, heart sinking as it rang and then went to voicemail. She tried again and again until he answered, irritated.
"Who is this?" he snapped.
Sandy breathed, answering, "It's me. W, why am I at someone else's house? Did you do something to me?"
Val was silent on the other line for a moment. "God damn it, they fucked up. Do you have idea how much you cost?" he said, something clattering to the ground.
"Excuse me. Val what—." She stopped as the dial tone buzzed in her ear. She put the phone down. Did he—he wouldn't have sold her or anything like that, right?
"Did he answer?" Shadow said, coming back into the room with a bottle of water. He handed it to her, helping her back to the bed.
Sandy was quiet for a moment. "Yeah, I. . .I'm not sure what he did but there was money involved and I'm sorry I dragged you into this." She said, fixing the strap on her tank top and taking a drink of water.
"It's fine." Shadow said. It wasn't really, but he couldn't just kick her out. "It's four am, so I'll take the couch and tomorrow," he paused, glancing up and down at her. "We'll go shopping."
Sandy nodded, watching him go into the bathroom to shower. She curled up on her side, staring at the wall as reality set in. Val had sold her.