A/N: Hi, guys! I am so sorry for the long hiatus - my life has been absolutely insane, and I've had zero to no time to write. The last thing I wanted was to stop in the middle of the Christmas story like I did but, at the time, I had no choice. I'm hoping to finish that little series within a series ASAP.
For now, here is a little oneshot for you all! Again, I'm so sorry that I haven't posted in awhile, but I'm trying to be more active at least throughout the rest of the summer. I hope you enjoy this little oneshot!
"What the hell happened in here?" you shriek.
The elf that had dragged you to the Pole's kitchen scurries away while you look around in horror: At least two rows of the dozens upon dozens of ovens are on fire. It looks like their flames reach almost to the ceiling about two stories above you. From what you can see, the outer walls seem to be unscathed, which means the fire is contained.
So far.
You rush toward the nearest red box that should have a fire extinguisher in it only to find its glass smashed and void of a fire-fighting weapon. The next one yields the same result and you whirl around, scanning the rest of the room for a box that might still have one. It seems that all of the emergency fire extinguishers have already been taken by elves who have no idea how to use them.
But, you do see one person who does. Thank the stars.
"You," you shout, pointing at an elf who was running in circles. He freezes at the sound of your voice and looks up at you with wide eyes. You gesture toward the door. "Go get help. We need a lot more fire extinguishers, and you have to find a yeti named Phil, okay?" The elf nods, glad to be relieved of its obviously stressful post and hightails it out into the corridor.
You sprint toward Jack and, upon reaching him, rip an extinguisher out of a struggling elf's hands. You train it on the oven and yell, "Jack, what did you do?"
He shrugs, obviously frazzled, and moves on to the next fire. His white hair is peppered with soot and ash, and his face is smeared with it in a way that shouldn't be endearing because this is an emergency situation, but somehow still is. "Dingle and I were just overseeing some trainees, and things got a little out of hand."
"A little?" You freeze. "Wait. Karen left you guys alone?" you screech and turn on your boyfriend. He grimaces nervously and takes a step back. Karen is the yeti who handles all of the new elf-trainees - She should know better than to leave them with Jack of all people. "Where is she now?"
"Her son got hurt down in the Workshop, so I'm assuming the Hospital Wing."
Oh. Well, that explains it.
As you rush over to what seems to be the most threatening and uncontrollable fire, Jack calls after you: "You know, (y/n)-" He's cut off by another oven exploding into flame, and you duck down just in time to avoid being pelted in the head by its metal door. You rise slowly back to your feet and meets Jack's wide eyes from the aisle across from you. He offers you a nervous smile. "You have beautiful eyes?"
You glare at him and resume spraying your fire extinguisher more violently than is probably necessary. "Complimenting me won't distract me from the fire, Jack."
"Pun intended?"
You throw your empty fire extinguisher at him.
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