Disclaimer: I don't own Pretty Little Liars, if I did Toby wouldn't have been on House Arrest, Sean would! Lucas would never try to change himself, Caleb would be a werewolf. Oh and Ezra, he's good cause still bringing sexy back!
They were sitting down in the kitchen throwing light insults back and forth, having a wonderful time. She looked down at her paper before grabbing something, staring at it, when she suddenly remembered something.
"Pens" she said in awe, before dropping it back down and spun around in her chair to look at Caleb.
His blank stare slowly morphed into his usual smirk, "Is that the Rosewood word fo-"
"No! Not that, not even close" she interrupted instinctively knowing what he was going to say and desperate to shut him up before he finished his train of thought. Trying to ignore the fact that his smirk got even larger, "I just still don't get how a person could notice something like that."
"I was standing right next to him, Hannah it was either notice the pen or sit through the tension." True, it was almost as bad as seeing Sean in the hallways. I could feel his glare through the crowds of people surrounding me.
"– Architects draw for a living they are known to be pen snobs strictly Mount Block and beyond" he explain not noticing his companion wasn't listening.
"Yeah, you said that earlier but it was impressive"
"…"
"And then you found out the great nephew was an architect but dead, just by calling the office!"
"Calling someone is impressive to you?" slightly mocking her.
"Har har, say what you want but that was still very…Bond of you, James Bo-" smiling at once his teasing face confused about she now saw.
"You seem me as the Hero?" he interrupted giving her a once over to see whether or not she was joking.
"Why do you care?" she asked, suddenly noticing how it was once again tense in the house, partially missing the teasing atmosphere that surrounded them since her mother's departure with her for a lack of a better word 'date'.
Unconsciously fixing the dark sleeves of her jacket that was hanging off her should, allowing her arms to wrap around her midsection trying to warm herself as if now realizing how cold it was in her kitchen. Without further thought moved her books out of the way, adjusting herself so she would bump into Caleb and got up of her backless chair mumbling a 'one second'.
Walking to the general direction of the thermostat near the stairs, reaching to glowing green button when a much larger hand covered the small white box.
Looking up wondering whose hand it was to see the olive toned face of Caleb no more a couple of inches from hers, automatically backing up in an effort to but some more distance in between them only to bump into the pale shaded wall, now really annoyed and freezing!
She looked up at him crossing her arms defiantly around her, ignoring the welcoming heat from his body, waiting for him to explain.
He once again looked her over from head to toe trying to remember what he wanted to say, silently appreciating her strong will.
"You see me as the Hero?" he asked again staring at her blue/gray eyes, desperate for her answer only to get a blank stare in as a reply. He pushed both of his arms against the wall frustrated by her lack of response; he needed for her to say something anything! "Before…you said I was like Bond," he sighed trying to find the words.
"Is that how you see me? As some suave, handsome, lovable hero who everyone envy's? Is that how you see me?" within some point of talking he backed away from her completely, removing his arms from the wall. Because I don't, if anything I'm the villain answering his question silently, though loud enough for the meaning to reach Hannah.
The sound of the door opening, interrupted Hannah before she could say something, Caleb quickly grabbed her and moved the dining room turning of the lights. The breathing was labored from the mad dash across the house, but muffled by Caleb's hand. They waited silently for a few a minutes, after hearing the sluggish foot steps up the stairs, and the banging of a close door did he finally remove his hand from her mouth.
"You do realize I live here right? Meaning I don't have to hide from MY mom!" she whispered harshly, , force of habit, he blushed in response. Fortunately, for Caleb the dark room allowed his surprising blush to go unnoticed, muttering silently about psycho pretty blondes. Once, he was back to normal he switched back on the lights realizing how just how worn out he was. At least she wouldn't have to explain to her, why she was just standing there.
"And Yes I do" he heard someone say before realizing it was Hannah, turning around to see her smiling softly at him "I really do, I couldn't have helped my mom without you. Heck, I never would have put those things together without you."
He tried his best to ignore the sudden fluttering in his stomach forcing back on his smirk, heading towards the basement making it to the 3rd step before turning around saying "Why did he creep you out?" before seeing her face about to protest.
"You got a bad vibe from the guy, turns out you were right. Chances are if I wasn't around you would have figured it out. You didn't need me" he said offhandedly continuing his descent downstairs, pretending to miss the silent.
If you ever want to talk Caleb, I'm here
It wasn't until Hannah was upstairs, doors locked behind her, sliding into bed she allowed herself to think even though he was annoying, frustrating, and full of trouble that maybe she did need him and wanted him around. There was no way in hell she'd let him know, though.
In turn, Caleb will never tell her why he didn't want to go to Arizona, not because he was fond of Rosewood or most people in it, seeing as they definitely weren't fond of him. But he knew he would miss Hannah more than he was willing to admit, maybe in time he'd get to tell her who the real hero in this story was not him, but her for caring about him the Villain.
This is just what I call a DayIntheLife One-shot, for one of my favorite pairings CalebxHannah aka Calah or Haleb or even Haleh. This is set during the Season 1 episode 17 The New Normal.