In An Elevator
A/N: Bourne of something I heard the commentary about how GR was in the one scene at the end. Not that he was in the elevator, but that's where I'm placing him for this scene, and of course Shilo had probably never been in an elevator before. Also, I hate elevators. And also, GR tends to pop up in the most random places. And , and, isn't TZ's lisp adorable?
Shilo was scared to death. The man with the funny mustaches guarded the elevator and she had no choice but to enter. She had never been in one before and she was absolutely terrified at the tiny moving room. She felt her heart rate rise and her palms begin to sweat. It began to move up and up toward the top of the structure. It was a tall building, so perhaps unwise to take so many stairs. This vehicle seemed a wondrous invention, but too small by half. A window to see out would be a grand addition. Suddenly, a small panel above her began to shift. It opened to a familiar face.
"You again?"
"Am I too late?" Her question was answered with a question. It was the odd grave robbing guy from earlier in the day.
"I don't know. I'm supposed to go myself. How did you-?" Shilo began.
"Lookin' for a way in or out. I made a wrong turn somewhere, I think. . ." and trailed off, lost in his thoughts, such as they were, studying the vehicle confusedly. Then he noticed Shilo trembling like a leaf in the wind.
"Hey kid, you okay?" he queried the slight and shaking figure before him. The quarters were close; all elbows and noses. She smelled fresh like soap and shampoo. He was sure he probably smelled like grave dirt and Z, not that he cared. Her dress looked familiar, but he couldn't place it. She was a pretty thing if young and pure. No false body parts here.
"No, the space is so small, I don't like it." She complained, practically on the verge of tears.
"Shh, it's okay. You are what they call a claustrophobe. They don't like enclosed spaces." Shilo noticed the slight lisp as the final word came out. The sibilant sound soothed her somewhat and gave her something to concentrate on. He put his hand on her shoulder in a comforting sort of way.
"Ok if I bother you now, Kid?" The semi-mocking question was to her throw-away comment from earlier in the evening.
"Yeah," Shilo smiled, "it's cool if you stay," She leaned in to study him closer, but he smelled like the dead, which was off- putting. He was handsome in his way she supposed. She didn't really have a basis for comparison. The only other man she had really been exposed to all her life was her father. This man before her was consistently dirty due to the nature of his duty. He might clean up nice, but something told her it was not in his character to be clean.
Suddenly, the doors opened to the penthouse room at the top of GeneCo.
"It looks like this is my stop. Break a leg, Kid."
"Oh I'm going to be part of the audience, not a star. . ." but as she turned to him to say it, she saw his gothic-booted self disappearing back through the opening above. Ah well it was good to have company on the short, if cramped ride in any case. With that, she stepped out of the elevator to get the cure, promised by Rotti Largo.
-FIN-