Short but sweet.

8 - The Elevator

"I saw you trying to hit the "door close" button in the elevator but I made it in and then I pushed every single button to make you later for work, but now we're stuck in this fucking elevator as it stops at every single floor and I don't know what to say other than 'you started it' " AU

Clara Oswald was late.

The morning had been a disaster from start to finish, from the alarm not going off to being out of milk to missing her bus. Even her hair was against her today.

She finally made it into the building and saw that one of the elevators was currently open. She sprinted for it, and to her horror saw the woman inside pressing the button in what had to be an attempt to get the doors to shut earlier.

Despite the woman's attempts, Clara managed to stop the doors closing and get inside. She glared at the woman, who stared back defiantly, apparently not remotely ashamed of herself.

Furious, Clara took one look at the mass of buttons for the floors and jammed her fingers into every single one.

"Seriously?" Her new nemesis said, in a Scottish accent. She looked extremely unimpressed.

Clara ignored her and crossed her arms. The elevator slowly made its ascent, stopping on every floor and earning a few stares from people on the floors where no one was waiting to get in but no one was getting out.

The utter ridiculousness of the situation crept in on Clara the further up the building they went. She could also feel the stare of the Scottish woman on her. There was only one thing to say.

"You started it," Clara said lamely.

Unsurprisingly, the Scotswoman didn't seem to find that worthy of a response, though a tiny snort did escape her.

Clara got off on the twelfth floor and left the mortifying situation behind, slinking into her desk a good twenty four minutes late and hoping no one had noticed.

Three days later, Clara could not believe her luck when she saw who was again in the elevator as she approached it. With no inappropriate button pressing this time around, Clara got a better look at the woman she had briefly and absurdly considered her nemesis.

She was about fifteen years Clara's senior, and striking due to her razor sharp cheekbones and pale eyes.

They rode in tense silence, sneaking glances at each other. At least, until something snapped and the next thing Clara knew they were both laughing, at themselves and each other.

"Missy," the other woman said.

That was when the elevator opened at Clara's floor. She stepped out, but looked back at the other woman and grinned.

"Clara."

Seven days and three shared elevator trips later, Missy asked Clara out for coffee. It seemed rude to say no.

Thanks for reading, let me know what you thought!

-MayFairy :)

Guest Review Replies:

Classy - I know this one is short but I hope you liked it! A longer one should be coming soon.

Guest - I'm glad you liked it! You're very welcome, and thanks for the review!

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