Author's note: This is the second installment of the parallels series with Ellii51 (organisation13), huzzah! This again will be multi-chapter and very, very smutty. The second part should be out soon. Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: We do not own AHS or it's characters, this is for entertainment purposes only. If we did own AHS, Zoe wouldn't have been so fucking useless.

It had been a long day for Misty Day, a very long day indeed. All she wanted to do right now was leave the office and go home, maybe drink some hot chocolate and binge watch a pointless random series that she hadn't seen before, no matter how horrific it would be. Besides, it couldn't be worse than having to run around after her uptight photographer boss who cheesed over false compliments to uncooperative, disrespectful models. All Misty's day had consisted of were coffee runs, light adjusting and being shouted at. Not because she had done anything wrong but because someone else had. She loathed her job and often questioned whether or not she should climb her superior's ego and jump down to his IQ, a near death sentence to anyone.

"Missy" he hissed. The young girl looked up from her paperwork a slow blink and a tight smile prodded in his direction.

"It's Misty- sir." She nodded cautiously, wide eyed and chewing on the inside of her cheek to stop herself from saying something that would not only result in her getting fired but most likely some kind of restraining order. She needed this job. She needed to keep her mouth shut. It wasn't like that was the fifth time in the past hour he had called her some kind of name bar her own or anything.

He waved his hand in dismissal "Misty-Missy, whatever, same thing," Misty found herself gripping her pen a little tighter "Look I need to talk to you."

"Have I done something wrong Sir?"

"Just follow me." He said, removing his round glasses and putting them down next to his camera.

"Take five girls!" He hollered over to three girls stood about in the most ludicrous outfits Misty had ever seen in her god given life. She followed her boss into the hallway, her hands in the pockets of her jacket and her head kept low, she would look at the floor, she couldn't upset anyone that way.

Her employer was a large man, muscular and not someone you would typically associate with being a photographer. He was a smart man in the way he dressed just not in general; misty could point out many moments in her career when this shining aspect of his personality presented itself and when it did it was usually hilarious.

For example, they were going to do a shoot with some equine sportswoman in Greece and when asked at the airport what he did for an occupation by a tall brunette he responded "I'm a famous photographer' which was untrue 'In fact I'm on my way to the city of Greece' at which point the woman flashed a look to Misty who's deadpan expression almost spelled out the word 'run' and she did.

He stopped in the hallway, crossing his arms as the door closed behind misty, she lent against the wall and looked up at him with a raised brow.

"We're letting you go."

"Excuse me." Misty stammered, her eyes widening.

"We're firing you."

"W- wait- wh- why?!" She demanded, her hands coming free from their pockets and bundling themselves into fists.

"You just didn't work out" He sighed with a raised brow "You can leave now, I'll pay you a lump sum to get you through the next two weeks."

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

He shook his head "Look I don't like doing this, its a waste of my time, now if you'll-"

Misty's fist met the side of her bosses check with a confirming crack to the jaw, he stumbled back into the wall, his head smacking on the bricks as Misty was on him in a second, grabbing his suspenders and hurling her weight to the right, hooking her ankle around his leg which sent the large man tumbling to the ground, blood spilling from his mouth as he coward on the floor.

The young girl gave a bared toothed grin, looking down, impressed with her red knuckles. She glared up slowly, her brows furrowing. "That felt so good." She leaned down, pointing a finger at him. "An' you're the fuckin' biggest dick I've ever seen."

Misty snatched her bag from out behind the door and marched down the hallway, she pressed the button on the side of the wall adrenaline making her hands shake as the numbers counted down to her floor. The metal doors opened and a tall, straight haired woman stood on the left hand side of the ebony elevator, the mirror behind her and her hadn't resting on the metal railing. She smiled as Misty entered the lift. Glancing to her side and smiling back. she leaned forward and pressed her floor number and the lift began to move. She lent back, sighing covering her face with her hands. She had wished this day had gone better. In all honesty Misty hadn't really accounted for this, she had spent hours working on portfolios, horse on endless paperwork and days finding and booking locations. She couldn't figure out what she had done wrong and that infuriated her, wasted time and effort for a shitty unappreciative boss who told her that she simply 'didn't work out'. How dare he. The Cajun didn't really know where to go from here, she wouldn't know where to start looking for a job, let alone ace an interview. Misty's day couldn't possibly, absolutely not get any wo-

The elevator lurched to an abrupt halt with a painful squeal. The taller woman gasped and grabbed onto misty's arm as the lights shut off. The elevator did not fall, it simply stopped.

"Ya know." Misty said "If this was going to fall, I'd be falling too. Holding onto me ain't gonna save ya." She laughed.

The woman released her grip as a fading red light blinked on and off in a hypnotizing rhythm.

"Yes- um, I'm sorry."

"It's alright." Misty smiled. "But it looks like we ain't goin' anywhere for a while."

She slid down the wall and took a seat on the floor. Stretching her legs out in front of her. Misty liked to consider herself a cool cucumber, the sort to keep calm under these circumstances, she was good at keeping control in these situations, or so she had been told. Maybe she was kidding herself by what other people told her. After all he was told by a palm reader she would have a happy and prosperous life, she was obviously a complete idiot. Besides, she just didn't care anymore, this day had gone from bad to worse to fucking train wreck.

"Is there a phone box in here so we can let them know we're in here?"

Misty looked up to the control pad "Nope."

Several moments of silence passed, the red haze filling the elevator and just as quickly fading out. Misty's stare did not waver away from the door's, almost as if she was hoping her mind would somehow fling them open and allow for an escape. She wasn't in a hurry, she was just bored… and she wanted to go home and cry, maybe smash some plates, cry some more. Who was she kidding, she was a mess.

"So," the woman sat down next to her, sighing "I suppose- um- My name's Cordelia."

"That ya real name or ya hooker facade."

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry, the names Misty, Misty Day."

"And you're accusing me of a hooker facade with a name like Misty Day?"

She gave a light laugh "Ya got me there."

Cordelia gave a soft smile, glancing down. Misty had expected the elevator to start moving again some time now but it did not budge. The looked up and the winking light, squinting a little.

"Fuckin' light." She growled.

"Not a fan of lights?" Cordelia ginned trenchantly at her.

"Shut up." She laughed.

"You'd think that a building like this would have its shit together, a functioning elevator for a start."

"Ya'd think. So are you one of them models? I ain't seen ya round."

Cordelia's face flushed red with embarrassment "um- no- no I'm not. I'm um, I'm the Creative Director of Robichaux's."

"Aren't you coming home a bit early for a Creative Director?" Her face expressionless.

Cordelia shrugged "I guess I finished my shift."

Misty exhaled, sliding further down the wall as she folded her arms and placed them over her knees. Looking back at Cordelia she raised a brow. "So, ever been trapped in an elevator before?"

"Can't say I have of I'm honest." Cordelia laughed giving a small chuckle. "Not really something that happens in this building too often."

Me neither. Its strange."

"It is, considering it always happens to other people." Cordelia looked over, her gaze holding a little longer over Misty's body than it maybe should have, her brows suddenly raising "Is-is that blood?"

"Its not mine, don't worry" Misty smiled. Her face dropped on the realization of what she had said. "No- I don't mean, ugh, it's been a bad day."

The older woman nodded, a small smile appearing on her lips, those lips that misty felt oddly attracted to. "Did you hit him hard?"

Misty grinned, filling with unexplained lust. "Yeah."

"Good, I like women that can throw a good punch or two."

Misty swallowed hard, not wanting to let her eagerness get to her "You do?"

She nodded with a coy grin, biting her lower lip and moving closer to Misty "Yeah." She said, their faces only inches apart. Misty wanted this, something about it being in a dark stuck elevator seemed adventurous and risky, exciting even.

There was a moment of silence before anyone said anything, misty's lips were slightly parted, her pupils dilating "Are you going to-"

Kiss her, which is what Cordelia did, tongues dancing in mouths for what seemed like an infinity. What started out as a duet soon turned into a full frontal assault, attacking each other for dominance. Misty's hands traced up and down Cordelia's back, clawing and grabbing.

"Stand up." Cordelia ordered.

"What?" Misty gasped breathlessly.

"Do it."

She did as she was told, she didn't know why, but something compelled her to do so. The spell cast on her seemed unbreakable. Misty rose, trembling slightly as Cordelia once again brought herself onto Misty's lips, pushing her back up against the wall. A hand caressing her breast while the other wandered up the young woman's thigh.

Cordelia hastily moved her lips to Misty's neck, sucking and biting much to the pleasure of the younger woman.

"God that feels good." Misty moaned, leaning her neck back onto the elevator wall. As she did this Cordelia raised her right hand to the waist of Misty's jeans, moving her thumb teasingly over the fabric, undoing the top button and zipper before eventually slipping her fingers underneath the fabric.

"Shut up." Cordelia said pressing her lips to Misty's, muffling her moans.

Without warning, Misty felt Cordelia's thumb circle her clit, the older woman's ministrations quickening with every touch. The young woman felt her eyes roll in the back of her head as she groaned in delight at the euphoric sensation. "Just fuck me already." Misty rasped.

Just as Cordelia was about to insert her fingers into Misty's centre, the two were interrupted by the flickering of the returning lights and the familiar clunking sound of the elevator being brought back into motion. With the lights now on and the realization at what they were doing hitting Cordelia like a slap to the face, the Creative Director pulled away from Misty, coughing lightly and composing herself as she leaned back on the wall as if nothing had happened.

Misty on the other hand stood opposite Cordelia, panting as she rushed to fix the buttons on both her shirt and her jeans. She pushed back her untamed curls while mimicking the same gawky coughing as Cordelia had done before her.

The two remained in awkward silence until the elevator grinned to a slow halt once it reached the lobby. Cordelia keeping a lopsided grin on her face as the doors slid open. She stepped out, her heels clicking on the floor as they made ground on the lobby tiles, she pivoted on her heel to face Misty who still busied herself with tucking in her shirt and straightening her jacket.

"I don't suppose you'd be looking for a job as some kind of assistant maybe?" She asked, raising her brow "The pay would be good"

Misty stuttered for words her mouth moving but no sound came from it, the best she could muster up was "Yugh." And an enthusiastic nod.

"Good" she said, walking away. "You start tomorrow."

The doors closed and Misty was left in the silence until the hum of the mundane elevator music started up again. She needed to get to the lobby, why did she not get off on that floor? The lift rose up and stopped on the 10th floor, the metal sliding apart to two paramedics helping her former boss into the elevator, his face bloodied and covered in bits of tissue.

"Hi." She smiled, leaning over to press the buttons "What happened to you?"