For Klaroeve mini drabbles: “Power’s out on the whole block and we’re stuck in this elevator together on New Year’s Eve.”
“What was that sound?” Caroline asked nervously, hanging onto the wall for dear life. She was trying to keep calm but every moment hanging in possible darkened suspension wasn’t helping.
“Well, given the lack of lighting and the fact we’re not moving I’d assume the lift is stuck.”
“Stuck? No, that can’t be right, because Caroline Forbes doesn’t get stuck in lifts, it just never happens.”
“How about speaking in the third person, does that happen at all?”
“Cute,” she scowled. “Do you even have qualifications in elevator management? Or am I stuck here with just some imbecile who likes to antagonise people for fun.”
“Anyone tell you that you have a big stick up your…”
“Anyone tell you to mind your manners.”
“Not since I was nine,” he laughed. “You really need to calm down, love.”
“Easier said than done,” she muttered, deciding that sitting down was probably a better option.
From this vantage point it gave her a better view of her irritating lift mate. He was cute, unfortunately. Caroline was hoping he’d be the absolute opposite but in those fitted jeans and white henley there was no mistaking his more attractive, physical attributes.
“So, can you fix it then? I have places to be, it’s New Year’s Eve and the busiest night of the year.”
“Well, good luck sweetheart. I’m not your maintenance guy, in case you were wondering,” he scoffed, taking a seat beside her, his arm rubbing against hers accidentally. Not that she’d admit it aloud but it felt good.
“Well that’s a shame,” she muttered, trying to disguise her reaction. It wasn’t everyday that she’d find herself in this situation. “So, what are we supposed to do now?”
“It’s a game I used to play with my grandparents in the car on long road trips across England.”
“And you’re saying we’re going to be here for a while?” She baulked. “That’s really not going to work for me.”
“Well, it’s going to have to, love. Anyone tell you that you’re extremely demanding and impatient?”
“Only if they want to lose an eye,” she growled. “I was due in the ER fifteen minutes ago, it’s our busiest time of the year.”
“I hope you don’t use that harsh terminology with your patients.”
“Please tell me we can get out of here so I don’t need to hear those little comebacks which you obviously think are quirky.”
“Being rude doesn’t mean you’re going to get out of here any quicker,” he chided, noting just how gorgeous she was albeit dressed in scrubs and wearing a filthy look on her face. “How about you just lighten up a bit?”
Before she could respond, and given the way her face was contorted Klaus knew it was going to be bad, the lift dinged and they made their way to the ground floor unscathed, well physically.
Klaus gathered his belongings and made his way to his destination. The snow was thick but he was determined to be there for his show. Walking inside the smell was a little confronting as usual but also very familiar at least.
“What’s up, Annabelle?” He asked, making sure his face paint was fresh and his nose was secure while handing her a fluffy toy. Of course she wasn’t well given her sunken eyes and pale complexion but it was his job to try and make that go away even if it never did.
She took the toy and hugged it, Klaus couldn’t remember how many times that made his heart swell. Before he could continue someone interrupted.
“How is everything over here, Annabelle?” She asked, too distracted by her clipboard to look up. Klaus knew exactly who she was and what she needed. He pulled some balloons from his pocket and began to blow. It was only then she stopped to look. Her eyebrows rising curiously.
“I see, uh, you’ve been busy,” she murmured. “Anything I can help you with?” Klaus only smiled, passing her a balloon so she could assist.
“I’m not very good at these,” she whispered.
“Well, it has to be better than how you handle enclosed spaces, or is that just because you were with yours truly?”
“Stop talking and start creating,” she growled. “You have a lot to prove, Annabelle is waiting after all.”
“Whatever you say, ma’am,” he smiled, squeezing her hand. “We’ve got this.”
And they did, next time they were both stuck in the elevator it wasn’t so much an unfortunate incident but a few extra minutes to mess around. If only the lift would malfunction as it had on New Year’s Eve though.
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