Hi everyone, welcome to my second Librarians fan fiction story. This is one longer and an actualy story. I hope you like it.
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Elaine Corbenic was drawn to the statue, she could always find it even when it was moved. It held some sort of power over her, or maybe it was just hope.
Most people liked larger and more famous statues, but not her. Degas' Little Dancer was her favorite statue of all time. She stood in front of it and stared. She had always wanted to take ballet as a child, but the opportunity never came up.
Before she even knew what she was doing, her feet mimicked the statue and her hands clasped behind her back.
"Her name was Marie."
Elaine didn't jump when someone began to talk to her. Why would she think no one would talk to her? It's not like she was a scary person. "Marie van Goethen, a young girl who wanted to be a famous ballerina at the Paris Opera house."
"You know your stuff. I always wondered why she looks so sad and tired." The voice continued, there was a slight southern accent.
"You would look tired if you had to stay in a certain position for hours while an old man made a statue of you. But if you look at her at the right angle, she looks happy."
He finally entered her line of sight. Elaine wasn't sure what she was expecting, maybe a well-dressed man in a suit, someone who looked smart. What she saw instead was a young man in jeans and plaid button down over a plain t-shirt.
"You're right, now I see the smile. This is only a copy, the original one is in the Louvre."
"Paris is not in my near future, this is as close as I can get right now." Elaine answered sadly.
"Jacob Stone, I should have introduced myself sooner." He stuck out his hand to her.
Was he flirting with her? Elaine stared, this was a first. She could flirt back, be normal for once. "Elaine Corbenic."
"Wow, like from the Arthurian legend?"
Elaine stared. "You are the first person to make that connection. I have to admit I am impressed."
"Not to toot my own horn, but I have an extensive knowledge of art history and architecture. Plus, who doesn't know the Arthurian legend?"
"You would be surprised. Most people are more informed on their favorite celebrity or the latest tech item than the stories that shape their lives now."
"So true, there are connections to the past everywhere, their importance has been lost, it's sad. Most people can't see what's really right in front of them."
"You sound like you're speaking from experience." Elaine remarked, she found Jacob fascinating. Like he knew things no one else did.
He only chuckled then his face changed when he saw something down the hall of the museum. "Duck!" He yelled to her.
She did so without questioning him, and covered her head with her arms. When she straightened up, she saw a long spear stuck in the wall across the room.
Who was throwing spears inside a museum? That was the main question on her mind but that changed when she saw something that was supposed to be impossible, two roaming stone lions, wandering the room, watching the running tourists like they were prey.
Stone lions, how was this happening?
"You need to get out of here, now." Jacob yelled to her over the commotion.
Elaine nodded, of course she wanted to get out of the museum, this so beyond what she had signed up for. She followed Jacob into the next room and down a flight of stairs. The noise had died down, were they safe now?
"I think we outran the lions." He said.
She was about to agree but a sudden movement behind them proved him wrong. Elaine opened her mouth to scream as the lion crouched, ready to leap at them.
But before her scared eyes, a cloud of smoke covered the lion and when it cleared, there was only a small defenseless lion club.
This day just kept getting weird.
"Jones! You couldn't have done that sooner?!" Jacob yelled, annoyed at their savior, he clearly knew the other man.
"I had to find two lions while dodging little crazy cupids, not as easy as you may think." Then he noticed Elaine. "Ezekiel Jones, Librarian and savior of the world." He introduced himself.
Elaine nodded, his words stuck out to her like a beacon.
"We are a team, we save the world together. Where are Cassandra and Eve?" Jacob asked.
"One the fourth floor. Jenkins is working on a way out of here."
"Come on, let's go then."
Elaine wasn't sure if that included her, she was just the damsel in distress, nothing special. But she did want to know more about Jacob and Ezekiel and what kind of librarian training made them capable to take on stone lions.
Jacob touched her elbow and led her up to the fourth floor after Ezekiel. At the end of a long hallway was two woman, this had to be Cassandra and Eve.
"Stone, you okay? And who is this?" The taller blonde woman asked, she spoke as if she was the leader. She certainly held herself as one.
"Elaine. You have everything handled here, Eve?" Jacob asked, waiting to skip over the topic of her and move on to more pressing matters.
"Yes, Jenkins said he might have figured out the cause of all the statues coming to life." Eve answered and pointed to a door clearly labeled 'supplies.' "That's our back door."
She, Cassandra and Ezekiel entered and a flash of light followed them.
Jacob turned to Elaine. "Are you still in danger?"
"Yes." That word came out too quick. Would she be found out?
"Do you trust me?" He asked.
"And follow you into a supply room? That's crazy." She had to admit that, despite what she had seen only a few minutes before.
"Yes, just take a leap of faith."
Elaine took a deep breath, she was willing to do that. She followed Jacob in the room and was suddenly not in the museum anymore.
But exactly where was she?
Okay, confession time- I LOVE Jacob, never thought I would be into the cowboy type but he's history and art smart. And I also love The Little Dancer, thank you 3rd grade.
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