prompt: Graham and Emma accidentally get locked in (changed to snowed in for reasons)
prompted by: skagengiirl
"God, it looks awful out there!" Emma says, peering through the station window.
"The forecast called for a nor'easter, but I didn't think it was coming until later," Graham frowns, "We're gonna have to stay here, those are hurricane force winds out there, nothing to be driving in."
"Right," Emma nods, looking again at the furious white snow, falling so fast the outside world is a blur of white.
"It's the end of March," she mutters, "This should be rain, not snow."
"The weather will do what the weather will do," Graham shrugs, then heads over to one of the lockers.
"Come on," he starts pulling out blankets, "We'll make a little nest on the floor of my office. It'll be warmest in there if the heating goes out."
Emma takes a few of the blankets from him with a smile. A part of her brain is worried about Henry, and Mary Margaret, at the school, but they must have emergency procedures for this sort of thing.
After a few hours, with the storm showing no signs of stopping, the heat does, as Graham predicted, go out.
"You know," Emma says, giving Graham a kiss, "Skin to skin contact is the best way to share body heat."
"Well," he smiles at her as she fiddles with the buttons on his shirt, "Can't argue with basic survival skills, can I?"