i can see you - a Sebastian Stan fan fiction

chapter 1

Clara stepped off of the elevator carrying a huge box of things she needed to bring with her to the hotel. She had just moved into her condo several months ago but had decided to renovate it, so while her floors were being worked on, she decided to find another place to stay to be out of the workers' way. As she rounded the corner, her were too busy scanning the box, making sure she had everything she needed to write and edit her newest book.

Extra chargers, check. Outline notebook, check. Character notebook, check. Favorite pens, check. Mouse pad, check, she listed to herself. Within a split second, she found herself on the ground on her back as she hit the concrete flooring below her, her box completely tipped over her head. She thanked herself for not putting anything heavy in there.

"Holy shit, I am so sorry!" A deep voice said from above her. She felt the box being pulled off of her face as her things were spilled all around her. "Are you okay?"

She groaned as she sat up and the man kneeled down beside her, leveling with her fuzzy eyesight. She squinted at the man, trying to make out his face, but couldn't see much. She felt dizzy. A hand touched her face as the man moved her head to look at him. She could make out the shape of a hand waving in front of her.

She moved the hand down from in front of her face and laughed lightly. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine, I'm okay," she said, attempting to push herself up off of the cold floor. Apparently, this hotel thought concrete floors would be better than carpeting.

She felt the man's hands push her legs back down onto the ground. "Hey, hang on," he said and put his hand in front of her face again. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

She squinted at him again, trying to see if she could make a good guess so she could just handle her possible concussion herself. "Uh..." she hesitated. "Three?"

The man lowered his hand and placed it on the back of her head. "Wrong, sorry," he chuckled. "Everything a little blurry?" He asked her.

She nodded her head. "Just a little, but I'm fine, really," she insisted.

As he pulled his hand away, he saw a small trace of blood, meaning her fall had broken skin. "Holy shit," he whispered to himself.

"What now?" She groaned, trying to push herself off the ground again before he could stop her.

"Hey, take it easy," he said softly. "We should probably get you to the hospital and get you checked out." He stood up quickly and helped her balance herself by holding onto her forearms.

She moved her head side-to-side, trying to bring her vision back to normal, but it wasn't working. "Look, unless there's blood, I'm fine," she laughed. He was silent for a moment. "There is blood isn't there? Okay, well, I'm still fine," she stated. She wiggled her arms, trying to get his grip off of her with no luck.

"You're not fine, just stand right here and don't move," he said firmly.

She sighed but obeyed his command as the man bent down to pick up her things and put them back in her box.

"Which room is yours?" He asked.

"303, down that way... I think," she said.

He chuckled. "Okay, come on," he said, placing a hand around her waist to walk her to her room to put her things down. "Key card?"

"You think I'm just going to give some random guy that I can't even see my room card?" She laughed, furrowing her eyebrows at him.

"I'm just going to set your things down," he huffed. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the key card out of her back pocket and handed it out into the air. She felt a hand take it from her, clearly coming from a different direction than where her hand was originally going. "Thank you. Now stay right here."