Title - Light Of The Full Moon
Chapter title - Remember The Night
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 - 2956 words.

A/n - Please leave a review so I know if people are still reading/enjoying this fic. Thanks! 3 xx

WARNING - Talk of depression and suicidal thoughts - SMUT

The aftermath of the Avery job was alot of talking and many a hospital trip. Trying to explain to the nurses why she had left the hospital after the motorbike accident, how her cast came off and her wrist started to set incorrectly and why she was in even worse shape than when she left, took Lucy a good few hours. She was taken to a private room by one of the doctors and asked rather bluntly if she was being abused. Of course Lucy said no but the look that Sam received from the doctor as he passed by the waiting room was nothing short of venomous.

Sully informed Sam of another job he was planning to work on and told him to call him as soon as he was ready to get going again. Sam was always ready but he did have one thing that needed doing first.

He and Lucy returned home and she unlocked the storage room that was mainly boxes and boxes of his things. Lucy had said it was only right, now that he was home, to have his things back too. She had missed seeing them after all. Sam set to work looking through them whilst Lucy headed out, claiming there was something she needed to pick up.

Whilst she was gone he found a box filled with a stack of leather bound journals and letters. Sam frowned, picking one from the top, unable to recall them. He had only ever had one journal, a gift from Nathan who had suggested keeping a note of some of his adventures. These were smaller than that and clearly much more well loved.

He opened the first one finding small looping writing that leaned slightly to the left. It was a little untidy but clear that the writer had made the effort to try and keep it neat.

'Lucy Oakley. Start: November 5th 1983. Topeka, Kansas.'

Sam smiled to himself. This must have been a birthday gift on her 12th birthday. She was still living in Kansas at that point, two years before she moved to the orphanage. He flicked through a few pages here and there, reading Lucy's childish handwriting. She had wrote about her birthday gifts, her parents and her friends. He found that she had had a small white rabbit called Tulip and that her 'so called best friend' had told everyone at school she had fleas. Little Lucy's revenge for such a betrayal was to empty one of the schools art room paint pots into her friends lunch bag. The end date, December 28th 1984, was scrawled on the very last page with a picture of what Sam assumed was Tulip taped underneath.

Sam chuckled and picked up the next book, dated the day after the last one had finished. The first entry revealed that this one had been a Christmas gift. Again Sam read through her childhood adventures until he got to just a few months before she had moved to the orphanage. She wrote about how her parents were acting strange, talking in whispers and then not at all when she entered the room. They generally began to ignore her altogether as the days went on until she was told of her fathers new job and her 'temporary' stay in the orphanage.

Sam felt his heart constrict as he read her thoughts of not needing to be taken care of. She had wrote that her father promised a trip to Disneyland if she behaved whilst they were away. He wished he could go back in time and slap some sense into her father but at the same time he was grateful, although guiltily so. If they hadn't left her at the orphanage, he never would've met her.

He flipped ahead, reading about himself and Nathan. She talked about how they were her only friends there and that she'd miss them when her parents came back. She wrote about how she felt funny around Sam and how much she wanted to touch his hair. When he read the words 'god forbid he ever see's the back page' he turned straight to it, an amused grin settling on his face. His name was written multiple times inside little hearts, sometimes alongside hers. Making a mental note to tease her about it when she got home, he continued reading.

Every journal documented her life, the hardest times and the best until the last one. The last one wasn't full and wasn't up to date. The final entry was short, the page was warped from having been wet in places and the words made Sam snap the book shut and push it away.

'He's gone. I wish I was.'

Sam stared at the book for a long time, as though the object had offended him somehow. It hurt him to think of how his family felt when they thought he had died. To see the words 'I wish I was' made his heart ache. Had she really wished she was dead too? He couldn't stand the thought and so in an effort to distract himself, he picked out the letters from the box the journals had been in.

Now he was even more confused. Each letter was dated differently, all addressed to him. The date's were when he was in Panama alone and the handwriting was definitely Lucy's but why would she write to him when she thought he was dead? Sam opened the first, the paper warped once again. He ignored the image in his head of her crying at his desk, pen in hand as she wrote this.

'Everything hurts. Everywhere I look is something that reminds me of you and it hurts so much. I want it to stop. I have to make it stop.'

Most of the letter was the same until her name was signed at the bottom, the ink smudged across the page. The second letter was much the same but with more coherence.

'Thought about buying pills today to make it stop. Couldn't do it. You'd be upset if I did. I'm still worrying about upsetting you and you're not even here. Why aren't you here? You promised you would be. I hate you for not being here.'

The letters gradually got more legible, the paper no longer having tear stains or smudged ink. By the last letter she had learned how to cope without him but spoke about how sometimes, when she was alone and the ache of his absence was strongest, she thought about buying those sleeping pills again. She knew deep down that she would never do it but the thought always crept up.

Sam was holding the final letter in his hand, one that ended with a promise. To him or to herself he was unsure but it simply read 'I can do this'. He held his hand over his mouth, eyes flicking back over the pages, eyes brimming with tears as he heard her voice, quiet and broken behind him.

"Please don't read those. Please..."

He dropped the letter, standing and striding over to her as she dropped her bag to the floor, letting him pull her to his chest and hold her almost impossibly close. They sank to the ground, clinging to one another.

"You never told me." Sam murmured.

"You're back now, it doesn't matter."

"I'm glad you didn't." He took a shuddering breath, pulling back to look into her watery eyes. "I'm glad you held on." She nodded, remaining silent as she tucked herself into him.

"You know, after the weird shit I've seen with Nathan I started believing in just about anything... I thought about getting a Ouija board but decided not to. Didn't wanna be the dumb blonde chick that lets some demon in and dies crying in a crappy horror movie."

She expected Sam to laugh but instead she heard him sniff and found his eyes were watering. She moved to kiss his jaw, his cheek and nose until he smiled a little.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, continuing when she frowned. "I should've come straight to you when Rafe got me out. I shouldn't have given him time to come up with that bullshit story, I should've come straight home."

"Don't worry about it anymore. It doesn't matter now, it's over and done with."

They remained like that for sometime, until she reached around him and pulled another box closer. The picture frame that had once sat on his desk was on the top and she pulled it out to show him. He laughed, recalling the new years party with joy. Chloe and Nathan had been drunk off their asses and he and Lucy had to get them back to their hotel room but they still had fun.

"We have more happy memories than sad." Lucy smiled. "Our bad ones are monumentally shitty but there is still more happy. We're in a room of it and I want it back around the house. So how about we stop crying about the past, throw those letters away and get to work?"

"Yes, maam."

Lucy stalled as she stood, Sam's hand waiting for her to help him up. She bit her lip, smirking a little as she looked down on him.

"I love it when you say that."

It took almost the entire day to unpack everything and put it back where it belonged. When they were finished Lucy pulled Sam out to the garage by his hand, giggling when his eyes lit up at what lay waiting for him. His old motorbike that she had kept in storage was strapped down in the bed of her Chevy just waiting for some fresh oil.

"You kept it all this time?"

"Figured you'd be pissed if I got rid of it, even from the afterlife." Lucy joked. "I paid for the storage unit and Nate kept it from going rusty... I think it helped him, gave him something of you to hold on to."

Sam hopped into the bed of the truck, loosening the straps and wheeling the bike down. He ran his hand over the familiar seat. He smirked, glancing at Lucy out of the corner of his eye.

"Remember your twenty fifth birthday?" He turned to face her as her smirk mirrored his. She played dumb, shaking her head. "You don't remember I took you out on the bike in the evening? Drove until we were in the middle of nowhere and just watched the sky for a while... Remember?"

"Hm, sounds familiar but I'm not sure." She turned her head, smiling coyly. "Keep talking."

"You were wearing that little blue dress and I lifted you up, sat you on the bike and put it to idle." Sam reached out and took Lucy's hand, pulling her to the bike and lifting her to sit on it, one leg either side. "You were making those little noises you make when you start getting excited."

"What noises?"

Sam stepped forward, dipping his head to press his lips to the skin of her neck. He traced the tip of his tongue along her collar bone, kissing the hollow of her throat, gently nipping the skin as he moved up and along her jaw bone. He sucked on the skin just below her ear, biting and then soothing with his tongue, intent on leaving a mark.

Lucy breathed heavily, gasping at each graze of his teeth and releasing a small whimpering moan when he reached just below her ear, a sweet spot of hers that Sam had memorized.

"Those noises." He whispered in her ear. "Then I ran my hands down, like this..." His hands moved slowly down her arms, brushing the sides of her breasts and resting on the tops of her thighs. "Then I pushed your dress up and found out that you weren't wearing any panties the whole time. You left a wet patch on the seat."

"Good job I'm wearing jeans right now then, huh?"

Sam chuckled fingers moving to pop open the button of the offending garment. Lucy slid herself off the bike, letting Sam push the jeans down her legs along with her underwear and kicking them off her feet. She peeled off her shirt and bra and sat back on the bike.

"Keys are in the truck."

Sam disappeared, leaning into the Chevy to retrieve the keys. When he returned he started the bike, switching it to idle. The sudden vibration running through the bike and into the seat was pressed directly against Lucy's core. She moaned softly pressing herself down against the leather. Sam watched her, pulling himself free from his jeans and stroking his growing length. Lucy rocked her hips, keeping eye contact with Sam as they both worked towards their own orgasms.

"Sammy..." Lucy breathed, fingers trailing down her stomach to reach her heat. "What happened after you took my dress off?"

Sam stepped forward, gripping her thighs and pulling her to the back of the seat. He rubbed his cock against her clit, letting his eyes fall closed for a moment as he enjoyed the blissful feeling.

"You really wanna know?" He teased and she nodded, eagerly. "You sure, sweetheart?" She growled out a yes and Sam laughed, slipping the head of his cock inside her. "I fucked you until you came on the side of the road, middle of nowhere for any one to see."

Lucy groaned, loving to hear Sam's dirty words as he pushed all of himself inside of her. She reached forward to grip his shoulders as he began thrusting in and out at a slow, leisurely pace. She tried to pull his hips closer with her legs, encouraging him to speed up but he remained steady, smiling almost arrogantly as he watched her write beneath him.

"Remember the weekend after my birthday when we went for a few drinks?" She asked in a low, seductive tone. Sam frowned, cocking his head to one side but never stilling his hips. "I was dancing with Chloe whilst you were at the bar with Nate and then this guy came over, remember." Sam snapped his hips forward, holding himself inside as deep as he could, taking her breath away with a silent warning to stop. "He started dancing behind me, had his hands on my hips, breath on my neck. I thought it was you, finally come to join us."

"Fucking asshole." She growled his thrusts still slow in pace but getting harder with each word she spoke.

"I leaned back into him, could feel his cock pressed against my ass until all of a sudden you were in front of me, growling at the guy to fuck off."

"Touching my girl."

"You remember we went home straight after and you swore you weren't angry at me and that you weren't jealous... Still had to remind me that I was your girl though, didn't you?"

"Thought you forgot."

"Hard to forget after the way you fucked me that night." Lucy lifted herself up as best as she could, forcing Sam to look her in the eye. "Fuck me like that night, baby."

Her words had served their intended purpose. Sam hooked his arms under her legs, lifting her into the air, cock still inside. He turned her around, kicked the garage door shut and pressed her against it.

"This what you want? To be fucked against the door, huh?"

Sam began pounding into Lucy harder than before, hips snapping against hers, making the wood of the door creak behind her. He was still holding onto her legs and Lucy couldn't resist gripping on to his biceps as he slammed into her. Her head fell back against the door, eyes falling closed as she felt her orgasm wash over her. She could hear Sam mumbling something to her, the words 'baby girl' and 'so hot' came from his lips but she was too distracted to understand him properly.

"Feels so good, Sam." She moaned, lifting her head again.

Sam moved his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding onto her ass instead. He dipped his head to kiss her, catching her moans in his mouth. His kiss was full of passion and need. Lucy moved one hand to run her fingers through his hair, gripping a fistful at the nape of his neck when he bit down on her collar bone, beginning to leave another mark there. She knew she'd wake up covered in hickeys and bruises in the morning and she loved it.

As Sam started to near his own orgasm he re-opened the garage door and lay down on the carpeted hall floor. Lucy was lay flush against him still moving her hips.

"C'mon, babygirl, ride me."

Lucy lifted herself from his chest, raising her hips before bringing them back down in a circular motion. Sam groaned her name loudly, fingers digging bruises into the flesh of her thighs. She ran her nails down his chest, leaning forward once more to leave her own marks on him. One below his jaw, one just above his left nipple and one on his shoulder.

"M'gonna cum."

Lucy raised herself off him, using her hand to pump him to completion, watching as his cum splashed up his heaving chest and stomach. She ran her tongue from his hips to his neck, cleaning him up before catching his lips in another heated kiss. She collapsed onto her back on the floor beside him reaching to link her fingers through his. Sam turned his head and gave her a tired smile which she returned.

"I don't supposed the garage door is soundproof." She mumbled and Sam snorted.

"Eh, at least the neighbors will know I'm back."