"I think the fuse box just overloaded", Chris calls out, standing precariously atop a chair she'd dragged from the kitchen to allow her to be able to reach the panel of wires and switches in the laundry room. You hover in the doorway, shifting from one foot to another in the darkness as the flashlight held in Chris's hand provides only the barest of light in the small room.
Chris reaches for you, and you pad over to her and hold the chair steady as she steps off of it.
"I'll call Uncle Sarzo in the morning", she says, switching off the flashlight as she faces you. "He's got like a dozen electricians in his phone book, he'll have no problem finding someone who'll help out."
"Okay." You nod as you walk out of the room, Chris leading you through the hallways and through the living room, back to your bedroom where you shut the door behind you as she flops back down on the bed. You tug at the sleeves of your sweatshirt - the big navy-blue SWAT one you'd nicked from Chris as soon as the power had dipped - as you climb back into bed next to her. "What'll we do in the meantime? It's freezing without the heaters."
She waits for you to lay back down before she pulls the covers back up over you both, wrapping her arms around you and laying into your chest with a smile. "I'm sure we'll find a way to keep warm."
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chris alonso oneshots
Fanfictionchris alonso x gender neutral!reader oneshots, crossposted from my tumblr
