We All Live in a Yellow Submarine

by ChemicalKlarolineDrug

A/N: Hello guys! Long time no see :( I've been concentrating on other things so I've been busy lately writing another story of my own (not a fanfic, just a small book I thought of while I was dreaming). But that doesn't mean I've given up on Klaroline. I still write drabbles and things when I'm bored (I just don't post them. It's kinda embarrassing.) BUT I decided to post this one, and I'm also considering if I should continue the story line or not. Okay, enough babbling. Sorry! Here's the prologue of the story :)

A couple hundred feet under water…

"Any good news?" Caroline asked, biting her fingernails nervously. Screw the people that chastened her for the habit.

"No, ma'am."

There was a sharp intake of breath.

It was always the same answer. No. No. No. Nothing. Nada. Rien.

Perhaps Caroline should not have come here.

But it was too late to turn back. The millions of dollars needed for the project were gone, along with her weeks of research, ass-kissing, sleepless nights, and caffeine drinks. She could do nothing to make time turn back.

"Okay, thanks," Caroline sighed, releasing the breath she was holding in. She turned around, rubbing her temples with her index fingers. "Tell me when you find something." But those words were empty. Of course they would find nothing. Why would they? For the past three months, all her team found was rocks, ugly fish, and colorful corals.

She should've listened to her colleague. But Caroline had been stubborn. She wasn't the type of girl who would back down. No one could kill her spark when it was lit.

It all started the day when her computer beeped, alerting her of the overly cold "mysteriously creature" that roamed under the sea. Never ever in the 5 years of her job had she seen something this strange.

When Caroline observed the heat detector, it showed something extremely cold. It was beyond cold – it was impossible cold – as in below 0 Celsius. But this thing was also moving at a very high speed. It continued to sink and sink under the water, until it disappeared from their radar.

Of course, Caroline immediately started a project to research this "mysterious creature".

But now that Caroline thinks about it…she was probably blinded by hopeless goals. She had such childish dreams, which was to discover a mythical creature (*cough* the Lochness monster), but now it just seemed pathetic.

The large calendar that hung on the wall haunted Caroline.

She had one week left.

One week left to find ANYTHING.

Fear overtook her brain as she thought of what would happen after the project finished. She would probably get fired and humiliated. All her colleagues would laugh at her! Her boss – the one she had kissed up to the most in order to fund the project – would be beyond mad if he found out the project was a complete disaster.

Caroline waved the thoughts away, crossed her arms over her chest, and walked over to the large, thick window that stood in the center of the room. The dark blue sea stared back at her, occasionally sending ugly, bumpy-looking fish gliding by.

Caroline closed her eyes, frowning. Everything angered her. What was happening to her? She hoped she wasn't becoming psychotic. Surely that story wouldn't end well.

"Eeeeh!" Caroline squealed, shaking the images of her acting crazy away.

No, but really.

What was happening to her? The very first day when Caroline boarded the submarine, she was so excited and eager to see all the fish and other creatures living under the sea, but now everything was just boring. The water wasn't even clear; it was polluted with plastic bags and bottles.

She needed a break. Yes, that's what she needed. A long break sunbathing in Hawaii is what she needed. Or maybe she could go skiing in the mountains of Switzerland. Oh wait, never mind. She didn't have enough money to take such vacations.

And she was probably going to get a really, really long vacation after this expedition.

"Miss? It's already 3 AM, would you like to get some sleep?" Randy, a researcher asked, turning around from his chair.

"Oh – sure, yeah. Thanks," Caroline said blankly, turning around. She could feel Randy's look at her with pity. Although she felt bad for herself as well, she hated the looks. But what could she do?

5 AM

Her eyes wouldn't close.

Her brain wouldn't stop whirring around and around with worries and thoughts.

How could she sleep, knowing that she only had a week left until dooms day?

She stared blankly at the plain, grey wall in front of her, as if waiting for it to blink back. She saw it in a movie once, but to her, nothing happened. There were no magical pixies popping out, offering her help. There were no portals leading her to another, better life. There were no handsome, shirtless men to help throw her worries away. It was just the boring old wall staring back at her.

"Of course nothing is happening, there are no such things as mythical creatures...or magic," she growled angrily to herself.

Caroline tossed and turned uncomfortably on her bed, only to be more frustrated than she was before.

"Arrgh!" she cried, flopping over to her belly. "Please, please, please," she murmured to no one in particular, as if the words had some magical power. She let out a muffled scream, covering her blonde curly locks with her pillow.

She remembered what her friends had told her before she boarded the submarine. 'Caroline, I just wanted to tell you that … if you don't find anything, don't be so disappointed, you know?' that was what Bonnie told her. Back then, those words had sounded insulting and had hurt, but now Caroline realized Bonnie was being realistic. Bonnie was simply trying to add cushions onto the hard surface Caroline was going to plummet to.

Caroline flopped over to her back.

But Elena had said something exactly the opposite: 'I'm sure you'll find so many interesting things there – but even if you don't, it doesn't matter because you'll be able to see all the cool fish and cute creatures!' Caroline laughed quietly to herself. Elena was always the one trying to look at the good sides of everything. Elena was so naive, just as Caroline was.

But the world didn't work that way. The world wanted everyone to be serious, serious, and serious. The world was full of cruel, cold-hearted people that ignored those that were weak and naive. They only looked at those who were powerful. Unfortunately for her, the world also did not accept imagination. It did not accept magic and creativity, things Caroline believed in.

That day, the day her boss finally allowed the project to be put forward, Caroline had a feeling that her boss believed it would be a complete failure - a reason to fire her when she returned to the office.

Caroline closed her eyes when she discovered that it was harder to fight the tears that threatened to fall with her eyes open. She wished she could disappear into the darkness she was staring at. But of course she couldn't. That would be magic. Magic like that didn't exist.

A knock on the door sent Caroline shooting up from her bunk bed, causing her to bump her head on the ceiling.

"Miss Caroline? It's Randy," a voice called from right behind the door.

"One second!" Caroline cried, rubbing the pain on her head with her palm. She jumped down her bed, ignoring the ladders, and ran over to her door.

"Miss, please hurry!"

Caroline pulled open the door, a confused frown on her face. Randy was always the polite one. He was never really impatient. The only times he raised his voice was when someone stole his lunch or messed with his notes, but other than that, he was shy and quiet.

"What is it, Randy?" Caroline asked to the figure standing in front of her. As expected, Randy was standing in front of the door; his body was crouched slightly forward, his chest heaving up and down as if gasping for air. She observed the heaving figure carefully, her senses suddenly alert. "Andy, speak to me. Words, I need words," Caroline urged.

"We – we found something!" Randy gasped excitedly, slamming his hand over his chest, smiling. "Come quickly!" he continued, taking his other hand and pulling Caroline along.

Caroline ran as fast as her feet would take her to the main room, where all the research and observation was taking place. All the cameras, expensive equipments, controlling boards, and scientists were gathered into this small room. It was crowded and tiny, yes, but it was still big enough to fit in everything necessary.

"Miss Forbes, Miss Forbes, over here!" everyone immediately started shouting as soon as they saw Caroline walk into the room. Some even rushed over to her, trying to pull her along to their station. Caroline couldn't help but release a small laugh, amused by how monkey-like everyone seemed. But then she stopped herself when she realized that she shouldn't be laughing – this was serious business!

"Everyone, quiet!" Caroline yelled loudly, trying to calm down the frenzy. Unfortunately, her words were not enough to keep the workers from jumping up and down all over the room and chatter excitedly.

"GUYS, STOP!" Randy hollered.

Apparently if a quiet timid guy shouted, it got everyone's attention. As if magic, one by one the people started taking their seats, their mouths shut.

"If we continue this jibber-jabber, we're not going to get anywhere. We have to present our data quickly, without screaming over each other," Randy continued smoothly, taking over the room.

Randy walked over to the large TV that was positioned between the other smaller TV screens.

"Miss Caroline… take a look."

It felt as if someone had punched Caroline in the stomach, hard, and the oxygen was slowly leaving her body. Her eyes widened, moving quickly across the screen, blinking rapidly. Was she allowed to believe this? Her eyes glided over to the other screens.

There it was.

The cold creature unknown to man, boxed inside a black coffin, was wedged between gigantic boulders.

This was the prologue so far. I'm not sure if I should continue it, but I hope so far it was at least..tolerable. Thanks!