How embarrassing. How convenient.
Chloe bit her lip to stifle the giggles that threatened to burst out of her. It wasn't wrong of Chloe to lock them in, right? The Torch stationery cupboard might not have been the most romantic place on earth, but with the amount of hours Lana had been working recently, Chloe would take any chance she got for some time alone. Chloe was just calculating exactly *how* long it had been when Lana said,
"Chloe, could I get by you?"
Not if I have anything to do with it, thought Chloe. "We're kind of locked in, sweetie," she said aloud. It wasn't really a lie. They *were*.
"You shut the door?" Lana rolled dismayed eyes at Chloe. "I told you we should have gotten that fixed."
"Well, at least it's not too dark," said Chloe. She moved closer to Lana and took her hand. "I can still see your face."
Lana smiled, pretty and pleased.
Huh. "Wait. There's no light in here. How *come* I can see your face?"
Lana's smile faltered a little.
"Lana! You're glowing!" Somewhere in Chloe's head, a little voice wondered why she always picked the mutants. "It must be the meteor rocks!"
Lana looked in turns shifty, bashful, sneezy, grumpy and Doc. "No, Chloe. I'm...I'm an elf."
Oh. Okay. 'Is that why we always have to do it with the lights on?'
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This drabble was brought to you courtesy of Queennell productions, pretty much co-written by the lovely Bexless. None of the characters are mine. No siree.
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