Disclaimer: I don't own Legally Blonde
Disclaimer: I don't own Legally Blonde. Oh, I don't own a life, either…
A/N: Because this is how we all want it to go down…
"I'll meet you back at my room, okay?" Elle said, turning back to Professor Callahan, who had just asked to speak with her.
"All right," Emmett replied, almost hesitant to leave. Something felt amiss, but he shrugged it off. This was, after all, his boss- someone he respected greatly.
Elle watched Emmett walk away for a few moments before turning back to Callahan.
"Um, I just wanted to thank you for what you said," Elle began nervously.
"I meant it," he replied, then added with a laugh, "Just don't tell any of my students. I have a scary reputation to uphold."
"Don't worry," Elle replied with a nervous laugh of her own, "Your secret is safe with me."
"Sit down," Callahan said, motioning to the empty spot next to him.
Elle did so, and then continued, "But really, thank you. And for the internship, too. I've really learned a lot."
"What you've learned isn't the point. You have instincts, Elle, and instincts, legal or otherwise can't be taught."
Elle sat, letting this absorb, when suddenly Callahan grabbed her face and pressed his lips to hers. Her eyes widened, and she pulled away, slapping her professor.
"I thought," Callahan said, rubbing his cheek, "you were smarter than that."
Elle spoke, her voice trembling and betraying her. "Is this why you gave me the internship?"
In response, Callahan stood and said, "It was nice working with you; you can show yourself out."
He left the room, slamming the door behind him. Elle stood where he had left her, completely numb. She should have known she'd only be seen as a joke... A dumb blonde.
Choking down her sobs, she headed for the door, only to run into Warner and Vivienne.
"Well, hello, Marilyn," he said caustically.
"Warner," Vivienne knew where her fiancée was heading, and she knew it would hurt Elle even more than Callahan already had.
"Looks like you'll make partner now. I mean, you really earned it."
"Warner!" Vivienne said more loudly, this time accompanying it with a withering stare.
Warner turned to look at her and laughed. "You can't be serious. I mean, you saw the same thing I saw."
Elle couldn't take it. Pushing her way past the two, she ran as quickly as her heels would carry her in the direction of her dorm. She saw Emmett waiting outside her door and quickly wiped away the tears that she hadn't realized were there.
"What's wrong?" he asked, reaching out to grasp her arm.
"I'm going home," she replied. "But I want to thank you."
"Because you believed in me, knowing all along I was nothing but a hopeless, blonde case."
"No, you're not, and that's not what I was asking. Why are you leaving?"
"Why should I stay?" she fired back, frustrated at the tears that were once again falling down her cheeks.
"The team needs you. Brooke needs you." I need you, he added silently.
"Give me one good reason."
"Callahan hit on me!" As soon as she said the words, she wished she could take them back. She hadn't meant to tell him. She knew how he'd react and knew it would cost him his job. He was the best friend she'd ever had, and, in fact, she cared for him as more than just a friend. She didn't want to hurt him.
"He what?" Emmett blinked. He couldn't believe what he had heard.
"He kissed me then he fired me," Elle replied quickly, reaching for the doorknob behind him. "There's no reason for me to stay."
She tried to close herself in her room before he could respond, but he blocked the door with his foot.
"I'll give you a reason to stay," he said, taking her into his arms and kissing her until fireworks exploded behind her eyes.
Perhaps, Elle decided, she should stay.