Connections
As fair warning, the title is a working one. I'm not like, happy with it, but it's all I could think of. So let's move on.
As a pre-note, I never even knew this pairing was possible until someone asked me what I thought of it. I didn't have an answer because it wasn't on my radar. But ever since then, the seed was planted, and I just had to do it. So here is part one of my little two-shot. Hope you enjoy, and part two should be up within another day or two. ^)^
Title: Connections
Author: RoseSama35
Chapter: 1/2
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Pairing: Mya/Claudia
Word Count: 2,875
Chapter One:
Thunder Storm
I hate thunder storms. Ever since I was a little kid I hated them. Whenever one comes rolling out of the sky like some spooky Greek god, I can’t ever shake the feeling that the world is about to start coming to an end. It’s stupid, and I know it’s stupid. I’ve tried so freakin’ hard to fight the fear, and act my age. But nothing has ever worked. I start shaking, and I’m always looking over my shoulder like the Boogie man is coming to get me.
Man do I hate thunder storms.
And here was one, coming down on top of poor little Univille. It was one of the sneaky ninja ones too, that just starts with a nice little rain. I was sitting in my room, and I honestly don’t remember what I was doing. Probably avoiding cleaning and listening to my iPod. Then I heard the first little rumble of thunder just as I thought about tinkering with my Farnsworth. I could have sworn that Artie’s spidey senses kicked in and sent the thunder just to ward me off of messing with it.
I probably wouldn’t have heard the thunder ‘cause I had my iPod on full blast. But it made the entire inn rumble, and I pulled my ear buds out to quickly search around my room. I guess I was expecting for an earthquake to have come through and knock everything down. But everything was just as I had left it…like a hurricane had just blown through, as Myka would have said.
It was already pretty gray outside when the rain started. But an extra layer of clouds came tumbling in and the storm kicked up another notch. The rain started beating against my window and I saw the first few flashes of lightning coming down far out somewhere in the desert. I should have known better than to have looked out the window. Now on top of wondering if Thor’s Hammer was going to come falling out of the sky on top of the inn, I started feeling paranoid about being struck by lightning.
I was determined to not let this get the best of me. I just needed a minute to get myself together, and I’d be fine. I’d be fine. I’d be perfectly fine. I climbed onto my bed and curled my knees up to my chest. I breathed in and out as I closed my eyes and blocked out everything. See, I’m doing better already. My heart wasn’t racing. I was only shaking a little. My palms were sweaty at all. Just a minute of this and I’d be perfectly fine to go downstairs and hunt for some grub.
But when thunder clapped again, I nearly hit the ceiling because I jumped so high. It sounded like it was right over the Leena’s Inn. Or was I just imagining it? Or was I making too light of it? What if something really bad happened? What if the thunder was so close that it broke the windows? What if lightning struck the building? What if lightning struck the Warehouse and all of the artifacts reacted to it and started going wild? What if there was some sort of artifact lightning monster making this storm happen right now?
When I started contemplating monsters, I knew I was getting out of hand. I knew I needed to calm down but I couldn’t. I couldn’t shake the fear that was sitting on my chest. I could barely make myself open my eyes for fear of seeing lightning hanging just outside my window, waiting for me to look so it could zap me dead!
Come on, Claudia! Get real! It’s just a stupid storm. Just a stupid storm that no self-respecting 19-year-old techno wizard would ever get scared of. But deep down inside me, I knew that all the coaching in the world would make me feel better. It never did before, and my fears were telling me that it wouldn’t work now. But I needed to do something.
The solution came to me almost as quickly as I leaped to my feet and sprinted for my door. I didn’t wanna give myself a chance to look back. And I didn’t want to risk running into Pete, who’d only make fun of me for acting like such a little girl. I had to have cleared my room and been in front of her door in half a second. I’d have felt like Speed Racer if I wasn’t so freaked out by how dark the hallways had gotten during the storm. I knocked on the door, trying not to sound too urgent, but I know I must have knocked at least 50 times before I made myself stop.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” came Myka’s voice as she threw open her door. She looked surprised to see me. I couldn’t blame her since Pete is the one who usually bothers her with random stuff, like begging her to cook when Leena was out.
“Hey! Hi, Myka! Um, can I come in?” I asked. She looked me up and down and the look in her eyes told me all I needed to know about how I must have looked. I felt like a stiff about to tilt over, or a cat on edge that’s about to go climbing up the walls.
“Yeah, sure. Come in, Claudia,” Myka said as she stepped to the side to let me in. I shuffled in as quickly as I could, and looked at everything but the window where the rain was pouring like cats and dogs. I zeroed in on the book lying open on Myka’s bed.
“Oh gosh, I’m sorry. You were reading. I’ll bother you later, “ I said quickly, making an about-face to leave her room. But she had already closed the door, and stopped me before I could go.
“No, it’s okay, really. Are you okay Claudia?” she asked as she took a step closer to give me a good hard once over. I hate being so damn obvious. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights, except for me those headlights were lightning bolts. Whoa, don’t go there Claud. I didn’t need to have a freak out right in front of Ms. Calm and Collected.
“Uh, well, it’s just…” So how exactly do you say you’re scared of thunder storms without sounding like an overgrown baby? “It’s just that…me and storms don’t get along so well.” Okay, that wasn’t so bad. And Myka was nodding, seeming to get me completely without making me feel like an idiot. I decided if she did make me feel like a loser (which Myka wouldn’t do to me anyways) I could always make a comeback about those hideous pink slippers she always liked to wear.
“You want me to keep you company for a while?” she asked before I got the chance to, with a little smile.
“Yeah, yeah, that’d be nice,” I said nodding way too much. I messed up and looked at the window and thunder popped right over head louder than before. I squeaked, and immediately felt like the freakazoid that I really am. I shut my eyes and tried to block out the image of the storm outside before I gathered what little strength I had to run away and find some corner to hide in.
“Here, let me close the blinds real quick,” I heard Myka say. I cracked my eyes open just enough to see her cross the room and close the blinds, blocking out the storm from view. But there were still a few rumbles left in the thunder that had just split open the sky a few seconds ago. My embarrassment scale was quickly reaching maximum capacity, but thank God that Myka wasn’t judging me in my moment of weakness.
“There, feel better?” she asked as she put a hand on my shoulder. I didn’t even see her come back across the room to me. I nodded, not trusting myself to open my mouth yet. “You sure? “ She really did look concerned, and I think that’s what I needed. To know I wasn’t alone. I let out a breath I hardly knew I was holding in and Myka put her arm around my shoulders. “Come on, you can sit next to me and I’ll…try and take your mind off the storm.”
I tried not to feel too much like the world’s biggest scaredy cat as Myka led me to her bed and we both scooted on top with our backs on the headboard. “Thanks Myka,” I said with a sigh as I tried to hold in my shivers. “You always know how to really keep it together.”
“Claudia, I told you I’m no perfectly calm robot. I just know when a friend needs a little help,” Myka said as she gave me a playful push. She was trying to cheer me up, and it was working. Pete was always cool to hang out, but if I wanted to be down-to-Earth with someone, I knew I could always come to Myka. And she knew how to have fun too, in her own nerdy kind of way.
“Yeah well I think I need more than a little help,” I said, looking down at my hands in my lap. I could feel her staring me down, and I didn’t wanna think about what she may have been thinking about. For a second I started to wonder if there was a Scooby snack on my shoulder and had to resist the urge to check. I was pretty hungry.
“How long have you been scared of thunder storms?” she finally asked. I immediately went into defensive mode.
“I’m not scared of them!” I shot back. I instantly felt bad for snapping at her. “I just…I just don’t like them.”
“Well, how long have you ‘not liked them’?” Myka asked, still smiling and making quotes with her fingers.
“Oh, not long,” I lied.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, just like, forever,” I added.
“Oh okay, so not long at all,” Myka said, entertaining me.
“Yeah, see. You so totally get it, dude!”
“Well, don’t feel bad Claud. I mean, we all have things we ‘don’t like’ that much,” she said. I had a hard time believing that one since Myka pretty much never got scared of anything. I couldn’t remember a time she wasn’t ready to go handle business and put a bad guy in his place. Hell, she even got to be a superhero (well sort of) and she was wicked awesome. Not to mention she was rockin’ in that outfit. She looked amazing and fearless.
“And what exactly are you scared of?” I asked, ready to not believe her. Myka looked down at her book, and actually looked a little nervous and shy. I couldn’t help feeling a little excited knowing that Myka was about to share one of her secrets with me. I tried to put on my best calm and understanding face, but I just ended up grinning like a damn fool.
“I hate snakes,” she finally said.
“What? Snakes?” I asked, in disbelief. I always thought they were pretty cool, when they weren’t trying to bite your fingers off.
“I can’t help it, I hate them!” Myka said, already laughing at herself. “They’re evil, with their little beady eyes and those twitchy little tongues they have,” she said, making her finger wiggle like a snake’s tongue.
“Okay, I guess I can understand that,” I said, trying not to smile as big as I was, and epically failing. “Even though snakes are actually really awesome. I was thinking about even getting a pet boa,” I teased.
“I would hate you forever!” Myka said as she pinched me. After the initial shock I grabbed one of her pillows and mushed it in her face. “Okay, now you’re going down!” she said as she retaliated with the other pillow. Before I knew it we were bashing each other in the face with the pillows and giggling like two girls having a slumber party.
Yeah, this was definitely a good idea. The thunder storm was still in the back of my mind, but Myka had managed to not only get me smiling but almost completely distract me from the storm. Don’t get me wrong, I love everyone in my quirky crazy Warehouse family, and I know that I can count on them for anything. But Myka…I dunno, she was different. She was like Artie’s advice and Pete’s playfulness and Leena’s understanding all wrapped up into one tall and pretty package, with just a touch of Myka in the mix. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna be around Myka? She’s awesome.
By the time I was ready to admit to myself that I was losing the pillow fight, it was way too late to give up. Myka had me pinned on my stomach and she was sitting on top of me to hold me down. The pillows had been thrown on the floor a while ago and it was just an all-out wrestle. I was sure I could throw her off of me and on to the floor if pushed hard enough, so I put all my strength into trying to rear up from under her.
She squeaked in surprise and I was sure I was about to win this round. But while we were both laughing and trying to catch our breath, she latched onto my backside like a monkey so if she was going down, I’d be going down too.
“Oh you think you’re so good, don’t you?” I said panting. She really knew how to put up a good fight, and I was running out of ideas.
“The thing is Claudia, I don’t think,” she said as she brushed hair out of her face. “I know.” After that she forced my body back down onto the bed and I ate her bed sheets. To keep me from going anywhere she got both of my hands. She pinned one behind my back and the other one over my head. I turned my head so I could breathe in air instead of linen and we both took a minute to catch our breaths.
“Okay…okay…you win,” I finally said. “Jeez woman, I thought you spent all your time reading books.”
“Well that,” Myka said after a laugh, “and fighting off bullies during lunch hour.”
“It sure helps when you’re 10 feet tall,” I retorted, squirming a bit when I felt her breath on the back of my neck. It sent a shiver up my spine, and I stopped myself when I realized I was biting my lip. She was so close that for a second I thought she was going to kiss my neck. Weird as it would have been, and even weird it was for me to think about it, I wasn’t completely sure if I’d have rejected it. What’s up with you, Claudia? I had to ask myself. Of course, I didn’t have an answer.
“Well you’re all legs too, you know,” Myka said, resting her forehead on my right shoulder, still trying to catch her breath. “I think you kicked me pretty hard a few times.”
“Well when you spend your days fighting off crazies in the psych ward, you learn to who to fight a little,” remembering for a few seconds some of the worst months of my life. “Now how about letting me up, will ya?”
“Oh yeah, sorry!” She sat up and released my hands, but didn’t move from on top of me. But she did give me enough wiggle room so I could flip onto my back and flex my shoulder a bit. “That’s pay back for tickling me!” she said as she pointed at my sore shoulder.
“Yeah and it would have worked too if you didn’t go all monkey ninja on me,” I replied. There we were, laughing again. We were having a good time. Her smile made me smile, and I actually felt relaxed even as lightning brightened up her window. I felt like staying there in Myka’s bed and never moving, and just letting her comfort sooth out all of my worry wrinkles. But it was all ruined when a really angry bit of thunder went ripping through the sky. It was so loud my ears popped, and I couldn’t hold in my scream. It was short, but it was still embarrassing, just when I thought I was finally okay. The room shook a little, and somewhere from outside there was a loud sizzling sound before a great big POP!
The lights blinked, and I swallowed hard as I started to shiver worse than before. I could feel my hands getting clammy and my breath just barely coming to me. Then all at once, the lights went out, and everything was covered in darkness.
As a pre-note, I never even knew this pairing was possible until someone asked me what I thought of it. I didn't have an answer because it wasn't on my radar. But ever since then, the seed was planted, and I just had to do it. So here is part one of my little two-shot. Hope you enjoy, and part two should be up within another day or two. ^)^
Title: Connections
Author: RoseSama35
Chapter: 1/2
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Pairing: Mya/Claudia
Word Count: 2,875
Chapter One:
Thunder Storm
I hate thunder storms. Ever since I was a little kid I hated them. Whenever one comes rolling out of the sky like some spooky Greek god, I can’t ever shake the feeling that the world is about to start coming to an end. It’s stupid, and I know it’s stupid. I’ve tried so freakin’ hard to fight the fear, and act my age. But nothing has ever worked. I start shaking, and I’m always looking over my shoulder like the Boogie man is coming to get me.
Man do I hate thunder storms.
And here was one, coming down on top of poor little Univille. It was one of the sneaky ninja ones too, that just starts with a nice little rain. I was sitting in my room, and I honestly don’t remember what I was doing. Probably avoiding cleaning and listening to my iPod. Then I heard the first little rumble of thunder just as I thought about tinkering with my Farnsworth. I could have sworn that Artie’s spidey senses kicked in and sent the thunder just to ward me off of messing with it.
I probably wouldn’t have heard the thunder ‘cause I had my iPod on full blast. But it made the entire inn rumble, and I pulled my ear buds out to quickly search around my room. I guess I was expecting for an earthquake to have come through and knock everything down. But everything was just as I had left it…like a hurricane had just blown through, as Myka would have said.
It was already pretty gray outside when the rain started. But an extra layer of clouds came tumbling in and the storm kicked up another notch. The rain started beating against my window and I saw the first few flashes of lightning coming down far out somewhere in the desert. I should have known better than to have looked out the window. Now on top of wondering if Thor’s Hammer was going to come falling out of the sky on top of the inn, I started feeling paranoid about being struck by lightning.
I was determined to not let this get the best of me. I just needed a minute to get myself together, and I’d be fine. I’d be fine. I’d be perfectly fine. I climbed onto my bed and curled my knees up to my chest. I breathed in and out as I closed my eyes and blocked out everything. See, I’m doing better already. My heart wasn’t racing. I was only shaking a little. My palms were sweaty at all. Just a minute of this and I’d be perfectly fine to go downstairs and hunt for some grub.
But when thunder clapped again, I nearly hit the ceiling because I jumped so high. It sounded like it was right over the Leena’s Inn. Or was I just imagining it? Or was I making too light of it? What if something really bad happened? What if the thunder was so close that it broke the windows? What if lightning struck the building? What if lightning struck the Warehouse and all of the artifacts reacted to it and started going wild? What if there was some sort of artifact lightning monster making this storm happen right now?
When I started contemplating monsters, I knew I was getting out of hand. I knew I needed to calm down but I couldn’t. I couldn’t shake the fear that was sitting on my chest. I could barely make myself open my eyes for fear of seeing lightning hanging just outside my window, waiting for me to look so it could zap me dead!
Come on, Claudia! Get real! It’s just a stupid storm. Just a stupid storm that no self-respecting 19-year-old techno wizard would ever get scared of. But deep down inside me, I knew that all the coaching in the world would make me feel better. It never did before, and my fears were telling me that it wouldn’t work now. But I needed to do something.
The solution came to me almost as quickly as I leaped to my feet and sprinted for my door. I didn’t wanna give myself a chance to look back. And I didn’t want to risk running into Pete, who’d only make fun of me for acting like such a little girl. I had to have cleared my room and been in front of her door in half a second. I’d have felt like Speed Racer if I wasn’t so freaked out by how dark the hallways had gotten during the storm. I knocked on the door, trying not to sound too urgent, but I know I must have knocked at least 50 times before I made myself stop.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” came Myka’s voice as she threw open her door. She looked surprised to see me. I couldn’t blame her since Pete is the one who usually bothers her with random stuff, like begging her to cook when Leena was out.
“Hey! Hi, Myka! Um, can I come in?” I asked. She looked me up and down and the look in her eyes told me all I needed to know about how I must have looked. I felt like a stiff about to tilt over, or a cat on edge that’s about to go climbing up the walls.
“Yeah, sure. Come in, Claudia,” Myka said as she stepped to the side to let me in. I shuffled in as quickly as I could, and looked at everything but the window where the rain was pouring like cats and dogs. I zeroed in on the book lying open on Myka’s bed.
“Oh gosh, I’m sorry. You were reading. I’ll bother you later, “ I said quickly, making an about-face to leave her room. But she had already closed the door, and stopped me before I could go.
“No, it’s okay, really. Are you okay Claudia?” she asked as she took a step closer to give me a good hard once over. I hate being so damn obvious. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights, except for me those headlights were lightning bolts. Whoa, don’t go there Claud. I didn’t need to have a freak out right in front of Ms. Calm and Collected.
“Uh, well, it’s just…” So how exactly do you say you’re scared of thunder storms without sounding like an overgrown baby? “It’s just that…me and storms don’t get along so well.” Okay, that wasn’t so bad. And Myka was nodding, seeming to get me completely without making me feel like an idiot. I decided if she did make me feel like a loser (which Myka wouldn’t do to me anyways) I could always make a comeback about those hideous pink slippers she always liked to wear.
“You want me to keep you company for a while?” she asked before I got the chance to, with a little smile.
“Yeah, yeah, that’d be nice,” I said nodding way too much. I messed up and looked at the window and thunder popped right over head louder than before. I squeaked, and immediately felt like the freakazoid that I really am. I shut my eyes and tried to block out the image of the storm outside before I gathered what little strength I had to run away and find some corner to hide in.
“Here, let me close the blinds real quick,” I heard Myka say. I cracked my eyes open just enough to see her cross the room and close the blinds, blocking out the storm from view. But there were still a few rumbles left in the thunder that had just split open the sky a few seconds ago. My embarrassment scale was quickly reaching maximum capacity, but thank God that Myka wasn’t judging me in my moment of weakness.
“There, feel better?” she asked as she put a hand on my shoulder. I didn’t even see her come back across the room to me. I nodded, not trusting myself to open my mouth yet. “You sure? “ She really did look concerned, and I think that’s what I needed. To know I wasn’t alone. I let out a breath I hardly knew I was holding in and Myka put her arm around my shoulders. “Come on, you can sit next to me and I’ll…try and take your mind off the storm.”
I tried not to feel too much like the world’s biggest scaredy cat as Myka led me to her bed and we both scooted on top with our backs on the headboard. “Thanks Myka,” I said with a sigh as I tried to hold in my shivers. “You always know how to really keep it together.”
“Claudia, I told you I’m no perfectly calm robot. I just know when a friend needs a little help,” Myka said as she gave me a playful push. She was trying to cheer me up, and it was working. Pete was always cool to hang out, but if I wanted to be down-to-Earth with someone, I knew I could always come to Myka. And she knew how to have fun too, in her own nerdy kind of way.
“Yeah well I think I need more than a little help,” I said, looking down at my hands in my lap. I could feel her staring me down, and I didn’t wanna think about what she may have been thinking about. For a second I started to wonder if there was a Scooby snack on my shoulder and had to resist the urge to check. I was pretty hungry.
“How long have you been scared of thunder storms?” she finally asked. I immediately went into defensive mode.
“I’m not scared of them!” I shot back. I instantly felt bad for snapping at her. “I just…I just don’t like them.”
“Well, how long have you ‘not liked them’?” Myka asked, still smiling and making quotes with her fingers.
“Oh, not long,” I lied.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, just like, forever,” I added.
“Oh okay, so not long at all,” Myka said, entertaining me.
“Yeah, see. You so totally get it, dude!”
“Well, don’t feel bad Claud. I mean, we all have things we ‘don’t like’ that much,” she said. I had a hard time believing that one since Myka pretty much never got scared of anything. I couldn’t remember a time she wasn’t ready to go handle business and put a bad guy in his place. Hell, she even got to be a superhero (well sort of) and she was wicked awesome. Not to mention she was rockin’ in that outfit. She looked amazing and fearless.
“And what exactly are you scared of?” I asked, ready to not believe her. Myka looked down at her book, and actually looked a little nervous and shy. I couldn’t help feeling a little excited knowing that Myka was about to share one of her secrets with me. I tried to put on my best calm and understanding face, but I just ended up grinning like a damn fool.
“I hate snakes,” she finally said.
“What? Snakes?” I asked, in disbelief. I always thought they were pretty cool, when they weren’t trying to bite your fingers off.
“I can’t help it, I hate them!” Myka said, already laughing at herself. “They’re evil, with their little beady eyes and those twitchy little tongues they have,” she said, making her finger wiggle like a snake’s tongue.
“Okay, I guess I can understand that,” I said, trying not to smile as big as I was, and epically failing. “Even though snakes are actually really awesome. I was thinking about even getting a pet boa,” I teased.
“I would hate you forever!” Myka said as she pinched me. After the initial shock I grabbed one of her pillows and mushed it in her face. “Okay, now you’re going down!” she said as she retaliated with the other pillow. Before I knew it we were bashing each other in the face with the pillows and giggling like two girls having a slumber party.
Yeah, this was definitely a good idea. The thunder storm was still in the back of my mind, but Myka had managed to not only get me smiling but almost completely distract me from the storm. Don’t get me wrong, I love everyone in my quirky crazy Warehouse family, and I know that I can count on them for anything. But Myka…I dunno, she was different. She was like Artie’s advice and Pete’s playfulness and Leena’s understanding all wrapped up into one tall and pretty package, with just a touch of Myka in the mix. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna be around Myka? She’s awesome.
By the time I was ready to admit to myself that I was losing the pillow fight, it was way too late to give up. Myka had me pinned on my stomach and she was sitting on top of me to hold me down. The pillows had been thrown on the floor a while ago and it was just an all-out wrestle. I was sure I could throw her off of me and on to the floor if pushed hard enough, so I put all my strength into trying to rear up from under her.
She squeaked in surprise and I was sure I was about to win this round. But while we were both laughing and trying to catch our breath, she latched onto my backside like a monkey so if she was going down, I’d be going down too.
“Oh you think you’re so good, don’t you?” I said panting. She really knew how to put up a good fight, and I was running out of ideas.
“The thing is Claudia, I don’t think,” she said as she brushed hair out of her face. “I know.” After that she forced my body back down onto the bed and I ate her bed sheets. To keep me from going anywhere she got both of my hands. She pinned one behind my back and the other one over my head. I turned my head so I could breathe in air instead of linen and we both took a minute to catch our breaths.
“Okay…okay…you win,” I finally said. “Jeez woman, I thought you spent all your time reading books.”
“Well that,” Myka said after a laugh, “and fighting off bullies during lunch hour.”
“It sure helps when you’re 10 feet tall,” I retorted, squirming a bit when I felt her breath on the back of my neck. It sent a shiver up my spine, and I stopped myself when I realized I was biting my lip. She was so close that for a second I thought she was going to kiss my neck. Weird as it would have been, and even weird it was for me to think about it, I wasn’t completely sure if I’d have rejected it. What’s up with you, Claudia? I had to ask myself. Of course, I didn’t have an answer.
“Well you’re all legs too, you know,” Myka said, resting her forehead on my right shoulder, still trying to catch her breath. “I think you kicked me pretty hard a few times.”
“Well when you spend your days fighting off crazies in the psych ward, you learn to who to fight a little,” remembering for a few seconds some of the worst months of my life. “Now how about letting me up, will ya?”
“Oh yeah, sorry!” She sat up and released my hands, but didn’t move from on top of me. But she did give me enough wiggle room so I could flip onto my back and flex my shoulder a bit. “That’s pay back for tickling me!” she said as she pointed at my sore shoulder.
“Yeah and it would have worked too if you didn’t go all monkey ninja on me,” I replied. There we were, laughing again. We were having a good time. Her smile made me smile, and I actually felt relaxed even as lightning brightened up her window. I felt like staying there in Myka’s bed and never moving, and just letting her comfort sooth out all of my worry wrinkles. But it was all ruined when a really angry bit of thunder went ripping through the sky. It was so loud my ears popped, and I couldn’t hold in my scream. It was short, but it was still embarrassing, just when I thought I was finally okay. The room shook a little, and somewhere from outside there was a loud sizzling sound before a great big POP!
The lights blinked, and I swallowed hard as I started to shiver worse than before. I could feel my hands getting clammy and my breath just barely coming to me. Then all at once, the lights went out, and everything was covered in darkness.