Forgotten Melodies (Lena X Reader)

Secluded Moments

Another day and Lena found herself having to march into CatCo again. She spent more time here now than she did when she owned it.

She found little tiny inconsequential reasons to storm the building with grievances and pretended that her eyes weren't darting around looking for someone she kept telling herself to forget.

Lena's gaze lifted just in time to see the elevator door start to close, picking up speed and risking her ankles on her high heels. Lena ran for the lift, sliding in at the last minute with relief.

That was where her luck ended.

(Y/n) stood arms crossed over her chest as she lazily leaned against the wall, a casual smug smirk proudly displayed on her lips. "Why hello, Ms. Luthor, will you be going down today?"

Lena rolled her eyes, relieved that the ride up wouldn't be too long.

"Please pretend to be civilized and be civil for five seconds," Lena said, sticking her nose in the air as she stood at the opposite side of the elevator.

(Y/n) chuckled. "That scared to be near me, huh? Are you afraid you can't control yourself around me?"

"You wish."

(Y/n) laughed, but the action soon caught in her throat as the elevator jolted harshly and (Y/n) and Lena were thrown together, colliding into each other. (Y/n) grabbed a firm hold of Lena as the elevator stopped.

"Are you okay?" (Y/n) asked her eyes were moving around Lena's face and body, trying to decide if she was hurt.

"I'm fine, but the elevator has stopped working," Lena said, impatiently realizing that (Y/n) was still holding her. Pushing herself out of the woman's arms, Lena moved swiftly to the control pressing buttons as though that would help.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. "That's not going to work; this elevator has been breaking down a little recently."

"And no one has done anything?" Lena flashed wild eyes at (Y/n).

"I'm a photographer, not the maintenance man." (Y/n) shrugged.

"Brilliant." This wasn't good, Lena found herself all alone in a small confined space with (Y/n). This indeed was the stuff of nightmares if she were lucky they'd be out in no time.

(Y/n) returned to her space against the wall only this time she slid down it and sat on the ground if she were going to be stranded in an iron coffin she'd do it in as much comfort as she could muster.

"You're just going to sit there?" Lena questioned.

"Yep, can't say how long they're going to be it took them an hour last week and it was Andrea who was in here with me." (Y/n) shivered at the memory finding herself caught in a small space all alone with Andrea, the photographer had questioned whether she had done it on purpose.

Now she was stuck with Lena; the woman had to laugh life surly did have an odd sense of humor.

"There must be something we can do," Lena stressed, desperately turning away from the annoyingly smug woman, if she continued to look at her she may swing for her.

"Nope, there is nothing to do but wait." (Y/n) calmly replied. "Come and sit down, rest those little legs of yours."

"I'm not sitting on the floor; it's dirty." Lena cringed.

"Listen, Princess, just sit your ass down, you're making me nervous standing there hovering over me like an executioner." (Y/n) reached I to her pocket and fished out her cell phone.

"What are you planning on doing, calling the police?" Lena joked. "You are aware cell phones do not work in here, I hope."

"I'm playing solitaire, that's my plan." (Y/n) shrugged, pulling up the game she desired. "Truly, this is the time to be alive, I'm stuck in an elevator, but at least I'm not bored."