Cabin 12 - Part 3
Day 3 - Settling In
After getting lost, briefly, the evening is far from over. The lights still flickered a bit when Clark faintly returns from outside. You had since taken off your boots, shaking the snow off as much as possible.
You kept on your long-sleeved shirt, switching to another pair of thick leggings, fuzzy socks on your feet.
You had a mug of hot cocoa waiting for him when he finally came in almost 15 minutes later. There's more snow on the shoulders of his jacket, his hair slightly wet. He rubs his feet along the mat before slipping off his shoes.
"Made you a cup, did you..." You look up as the lights flicker again. Which was an answer to your question. "Thanks, just going to take a look at the switches on the fusebox," He heads towards the bedroom, and you grab your mug, heading towards the living room window.
Evening was starting to settle, and the sky was a light pink. The snow was even across the ground. The top of your car was covered with a thin sheet.
Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you let out a breath, contemplating.
What was it going to be?
How are you?
Snow still has me blocked
Wyd?
He didn't even seemed concerned that you were stuck in the middle of a snowstorm with a stranger. A man.
Before you think further on it, Clark is returning from the bedroom with some blankets. "Planning on building a fort?" He's lifting his head to look at you as he places the blankets on the couch. The corner of his lips lift into a smile. "Maybe. One of the generators don't seem to be working,"
"I'm going to assume that's a bad thing," "The fireplace makes it better, but just in case it starts to get cold,"
Your lips purse, and you're glancing to your bag of various games.
"Wanna play the Game of Death?" His head tilts, brow furrowing. "Game of Death?" He repeats, and you nod, pulling out the black box. It's like the game Life, but opposite. You start either with a college degree or no degree, and you go through the board getting different jobs, crazy stipulations, and last player to reach the end dies. The last time I played, I was a stripper,"
His brow raises, and you shake the box. "Sure,"
****
You flick the spinner, biting your lip in anticipation. "Ooo, 5 spaces. Can you move me please?" Clark moves your piece, and you pass a payday space. "Mr. Banker sir, I need my $40,000 please,"
Clark is gathering your money, and you kick your feet. "Maybe I should be a stripper in real life," "What do you do for work?" "Nail technician...what do you do?" Clark takes his spin, and reaches over, moving his piece. He lands on a family card, and turns it face up. "Oooo, somebody must be world's greatest dad," He lets out a chuckle, passing the spinner towards you. "What do you do for work besides being...a baby daddy and a Bank Robber?"
"Journalist," You eye him carefully, tilting your head from side to side. "It tracks," Your nose wrinkles as a burning smell reaches your nose. "Crap, the grilled cheese," You're clambering to your feet, and Clark comes to a stand with ease. "How do we burn grilled cheese sandwiches?" You both make your way into the kitchen, and Clark tends to the stove while you pull the trashcan forward.
"We got distracted," As he dumps the blackened bread into the trashcan, you both glance at each other before bursting into a small fit of laughter. "Okay..okay...redo?"
*****
You pull the edge of your non-burned grilled cheese sandwich, eyeing the cheesy pull. "Much better," You murmur, blowing on it before plopping it in your mouth.
Clark sits beside you, nodding. You glance down at his plate, the four sandwiches piled high.
The man could eat. Which seemed fitting. You thought he was large in his jacket, but with a long sleeved pullover, the man just huge. He took up half the couch on his own.
You look up at the lights flicker again, this time dimming slightly.
It was dark out now, nothing to see for miles, and you wouldn't admit it to him, but you were terrified about the idea of it getting dark. It was just so pitch black outside, and you weren't sure how much light the fireplace would give.
You could already feel the temperature dip, and even though you didn't ask, you knew the AC and heating was on the fritz. There was a low hum under everything that seemed to get quieter with every passing hour.
"You should probably shower," " He suggests after a few minutes. "Now?" You question, confusion in your voice. "If the power goes out, you'd wish you had. It can get cold," You eye him suspiciously. "...You're oddly prepared for this..." His lips lift into a small smile. "Kansas winters," "....Right...."
He's taking your plate before you could even move, and you get up, making your way into the bedroom.
Clark finishes eating, feeling the decrease in temperature. He wasn't so much worried about himself. It was going to get cold tonight. Colder than the last two nights, and he wasn't so sure what kind of clothing you packed.
The cabin was insulated fairly well, but he could still feel the cool draft wafting in every so often.
The sound of your phone buzzes from on the floor, and his eyes follow the glowing screen instinctively. He looks away quickly, still managing to catch the text.
You up? Whatcha wearing?
His brows knit together, and he scratches the side of his head in thought.
That's it?
He could tell that you were very prepared to be spending a weekend with someone. You drove hours. Met with disappointment because of the arrangements, but even more so because this man wasn't here. And he didn't seem to be in a rush.
He could tell that every time you looked at your phone, your smile faded and you looked more annoyed than anything.
If it were him, he'd be here. Superman or not.
He'd find some way to get here.
"....What are you wearing? Really?" He mutters, shaking his head. He blinks as his vision comes back into focus, his cheeks feeling incredibly warm.
Nothing. His mind whispers.
He didn't just....
He shakes his head, looking towards the ceiling instead.
Your girlfriend, ex, whatever she is to you, is wearing nothing at the moment because she's showering a few feet away from me...and she's beautiful...
Clark swipes a hand over his face, groaning. "Fuck...."
****
The water is warm, and you sigh, once more rinsing off. You didn't want to take forever in case Clark wanted to shower too just in case. You're shutting off the water as the lights fade in and out again.
You're grabbing your fluffy towel as you step out, drying your feet.
There's a click of a hum and the lights flicker one more time before everything just stops.
The light immediately turns off, the bathroom fan slowing down before stopping.
You slowly wrap the towel around you, blinking a few times in hopes that your vision would adjust.
You can't even see your own hand.
You slowly reach out your hands, slowly feeling for the door. Your hands run along smooth wood, up and down, left and right. You find the knob, twisting it.
You pull it open, hoping to see a hint of light somewhere. There's nothing. The fireplace didn't burn bright enough to pass the dark hallway.
"....Clark?" You call out softly, swallowing. You knew there was nothing to truly panic about, but the idea of being alone in this darkness had you on edge. It wasn't like some thing or animal would pop out of the shadows and swallow you whole. It just made you nervous.
"Clark?" Your voice is a little louder, hesitant, and you grip the doorknob as silence greets you. Did he go outside? Did something-, "I'm here," His voice is soft, closer than you expected, and a small shriek leaves you.
A hand is pressing along the top of your shoulder, firm but gentle, and the movement eases you, and you step forward, reaching out a hand, feeling the softness of his shirt under your fingertips.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," He murmurs, and you shiver slightly. "I can't see anything," No matter how much you blink, no matter how much you thought you knew of the layout to imagine it, it was dark.
"I know,"
Click
A beam of light shines on the floor, and you're thankful he didn't blind you. It's still dim in the darkness, and you reach beside you for balance.
"I'm right here,"
Index
