Author's Note: This was
actually my first Days story. I started it way back when Belle and Shawn were
still stuck in the elevator, but stopped when I got a total brain freeze. Well,
after writing four stories with one, two, three, and nine chapters
respectively, I decided to work on this one again. I kept on thinking to
myself, 'what if Shawn hadn't gotten into the elevator with Belle?' So, I
decided to write this story. Just so you know, this one has absolutely nothing
to do with any of my others. They're all standalones. I hope it doesn't suck
too much, and I apologize if it does. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not mine, no
profit, don't sue.
A Different View
by leiadude
"Well, um, good night."
"Yeah. Good night." Shawn Brady watched as Belle Black
stepped into the elevator. 'I wonder if I should go up with her,' he thought to
himself. 'Naw, she'll be fine. But my dad always told me to walk a girl up to
her door…But she's made the trip hundreds of times. She'll be fine.' Shawn
finally decided just to stay in the lobby. "So, will I see you tomorrow?" he
asked.
Belle nodded. "Yeah, probably. We usually do, anyways,"
she pointed out.
Shawn put his hands in his pockets. "Okay. I'll call you
when I get home. That sound good?" he asked.
"Yep, sounds great. Talk to you later?" Belle said.
"Yeah, definitely. Bye."
Belle gave one last wave as the elevator door shut. She
reached over to press the button for her penthouse. Suddenly, the elevator
jolted to a stop. "Whoa! What was that?" Belle pushed the floor buttons, paying
special attention to the "Door Open" button. "Come on, open," she pleaded when
none of the buttons worked. "The phone!" She rushed over to the phone, but soon
discovered that it didn't work. "No, no, no," she repeated to herself, leaning
against the back wall.
* * *
Shawn was walking out the door when the electricity went
out, but his first thought wasn't about the girl stuck in the elevator. His
first thought was actually, 'Wow, it's dark without electricity.' Belle was his
second thought, coming only moments after the first. 'I hope she's okay. I
think I remember her mom telling me that Belle's claustrophobic. Uh-oh. I'd
better check on her.'
He rushed over to the elevator doors. "Belle! Are you up
there?" he yelled up, and was pleased when he heard a faint, but clear,
response.
* * *
Belle was sitting on the floor, her back against the wall,
when she heard Shawn call her name. She jumped up and rushed over to the door,
dropping her bag on the ground.
"Shawn!" Belle yelled. "Shawn, I'm up here! Please, get me
out of here!"
"Okay, what floor are you on?"
Belle
thought for a second. "I have no idea. Maybe five or six, but I'm just
guessing!"
* * *
Shawn
paced a couple of times in front of the door. "Okay, just hang tight! I'm gonna
go up, and on each floor I'm going to stop and yell something to you, all
right?" he shouted.
When
he heard a frantic "Okay!" from above him, Shawn sprinted up to the first
floor.
"Belle,
am I there!" he yelled.
* * *
Belle
clung to the door like it was her last remaining lifeline. "No, not yet! Shawn,
please hurry!" she cried frantically. "I feel like the walls are closing in!"
Belle
heard a fain "Don't worry, I'm coming!" from below her.
* * *
Finally,
six floors later, Shawn and Belle were on the same floor-well, pretty much,
considering the elevator was between floors. Shawn had succeeded in calming
Belle a little, but she was still panicked from her claustrophobia.
Shawn
tried to pry open the door from the outside, but to no avail. "Belle, the door
won't budge. I'm going to go up and get to you from above, okay?" he yelled
through the door.
Belle
leaned on the door. "No, Shawn, please don't leave!" she pleaded.
Shawn
sighed. "Don't worry, Belle. I won't be gone for long, I promise." With that,
he sprinted up the stairs two-at-a-time.
Belle
sunk back against the back wall and stared at the ceiling. "Please hurry,
Shawn, please."
