Alright! I've stopped work on my main story and started this little collection to bide the time while I wait for votes XD (If you're wondering, my main story is Two Towns and a Lilly-if you haven't read it yet, go ahead and check it out, I've asked readers to read the story then vote for whichever bachelor they like best)
Anyways. This collection will be for Mineral Town couples only, but by that it can be ANY coupling. As in, any character with any character. ANY character pairing. So go ahead and leave requests :) Now, enjoy!


Claire pouted as she leaned across Trent's desk, her blonde hair falling gently onto its surface and covering some of the papers he was working with. "Trent, you never leave the office," she said grumpily, inwardly smiling when he finally looked up from his work to talk to her. "I'm busy, Claire. You know that. Besides, I do leave the office," Trent looked flustered as he tried to defend himself. "Every Wednesday."

That wasn't enough for Claire though. He deserved to enjoy himself every once in a while, and she was determined to play a big role in that. While she slid off the desk and straightened her overalls, he went back to his work, somehow oblivious to the fact that this girl who had befriended him nearly three years ago was now trying to turn that friendship into something more.

Trent did have feelings for her, but he every time he thought about pursuing a relationship his logical side seemed to calculate every way Claire would say no. Thus, he buried any feelings he had and retreated into his work. When she walked out of his office, he looked up and watched until she turned the corner to Elli's reception desk.

"Elli," Claire said, knowing full well that Trent could hear them even though he was in the other room. "Could you possibly do me a favor tomorrow?" It was a Saturday the next day, and as both girls knew well, it was considered to be the "dead day" of the week. Paperwork was often finished that morning, and then Trent would lock himself in his room to read while Elli went home early.

Claire winked at her friend, and the nurse caught on immediately and gave her a huge smile. "Of course, Claire! It would be no problem at all," the nurse smiled sweetly at her friend, giving her a wink back. In his office, the doctor frowned as he shuffled around papers, and he began to worry that the girls were plotting something. When Claire walked out the door waving, he sighed. Getting up, he stretched and walked over to Elli's desk.

Giving her his signature look, he sternly watched her while she fidgeted nervously with the medicine orders that had been placed that day. "Elli." She jumped when he said her name, but looked up and gave her childhood friend a sweet smile. "Yes, Trent?" He just glared at her until she meekly dropped her smile. "What exactly is this…'favor' you're doing for Claire?"

Much to his surprise, Elli began to scold him. "Trent! How many times have I told you not to eavesdrop? Besides that, it's her business and mine, so you just butt out!" Trent gave her a pleading look, but she crossed her arms and it was her turn to glare at him. "I'm not telling you!" With a sigh, the doctor gave up and turned to look at the door, wondering exactly what would be in store for him tomorrow.

The next morning the door to the clinic slammed open. When Trent looked up, he was surprised to see Claire. Well, really he was surprised to see what she was wearing. There was a basket in one hand, and instead of her usual overalls, she was wearing shorts and a nice top. Her stance in the door way looked like that of a hero who had come to rescue his princess from her tower; her hands on her hips, she stood defiantly in the doorway, her gaze locked with his.

Before he could react, she marched straight up to him, put down the basket, and grabbed his arm. While he protested, she pulled him past Elli (who waved cheerfully) and up to his room. "Claire, what-?" Not giving him an answer, she pushed him to sit down on the bed and forcefully removed his doctor's coat so that he was just wearing his slacks and his button up shirt. "Trent," she declared, "You and I are going to spend the day together."

"What am I doing here," Trent muttered as he watched Claire running around picking flowers at the base of Mother's Hill. From a distance, Claire laughed and waved the flowers at him, then ran up to him, a huge smile wreathing her pretty face. "Look, aren't they pretty?" she asked, holding up the flowers and looking for approval. Trent suppressed the urge to blush and looked away frowning. "They...they're nice," he allowed, and Claire smiled as if he had just given the greatest compliment in the world. "You can have one then!" she exclaimed cheerfully, slipping one into the pocket on his shirt.

His face began to turn red as she let her fingers delicately run across his chest, and he looked down at his tormentor who giggled up at him in a very un-Claire way. "Your face is red," she said, dropping her voice back to its normal low tone. "You wouldn't happen to be…sick would you, Doctor Trent?" Teasingly she poked him in the chest. Trent took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. "Claire, I shouldn't even be here," he began, but got no further before the blonde grabbed him by his collar and yanked him down, planting her lips on his.

The kiss lasted for a minute before Claire pushed him off and grinned at him, her hands on her hips. "You're too uptight, you know? Probably why you haven't realized any of my feelings, to be honest." She laughed, embarrassed by her sudden, gutsy move. "You're smart, and wonderful, and so very cute…and that's what I like best about you, but I don't get to see that side of you for longer than five minutes at a time. So lighten up!"

It happened a lot faster than she expected. One second, she was standing, looking up at the doctor, and the next second her back pressed into a tree as Trent held her wrists and kissed her passionately. He broke away to give her air, and while she gasped he whispered, "You really feel that way about me? Truly?" Claire took a few deep breaths, then smiled at him stunningly and whispered back, "Always have, Trent. Always."

He found himself gently brushing her hair away from her face while she leaned into his chest, sighing contentedly. "I can't believe it…I can't. Claire do you really mean it?" Claire, her eyes closed, tsked and said, "For the seventh time, OF COURSE I mean it. By the Goddess, Trent, would I really kiss someone I didn't care for?" Trent pouted and looked away. "Well, you certainly flirt an awful lot with Cliff." Claire opened one eye and peeked up at him, pleased to see that he was still pouting. How cute, she thought, then spoke out loud. "It's not flirting-it's called helping the man find a job. What's wrong with that?"

Trent buried his face in her hair and mumbled, "Well what about that time the two you got all cozy in the hospital room…right in front of my office, huh?" Claire's hand found its way to his hair, and she her fingers through it, enjoying its silky texture. "You're so silly. The poor boy's only got a few friends in town, and I'm one of them. Besides," she wriggled out of his grasp and kissed him on the cheek, pulling back and enjoying his blush. "You're the only one I really had my eye on this whole time." Trent grinned happily, and grabbed her, setting her in his lap and kissing her deeply.

Walking back hand in hand to the clinic, they ran into Elli who gave Claire a happy look and shot the doctor a smirk. Blushing, Trent unlocked the door of the clinic and let them both in before closing it gently, locking it again. He turned around but Claire was nowhere in sight. Wondering where she'd gone, he began to look around when he heard a giggle and a figure clothed in white appeared in the door of his office.

"Look, Trent!" Claire said, showing off his doctor's coat which Elli had retrieved from the bedroom and hung in the office. He smiled at her until an image of her in nothing BUT the coat flashed through his mind and he blushed, looking away. What the heck, he thought to himself, mentally scolding. Claire was not about to make things easier for him. Shuffling up to him, she lifted both her arms and gave him a huge grin which said, "Pick me up!"

Blushing that much harder, he gently grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up into a hug. Her arms went around his neck and she buried her face in his neck, kissing a gentle trail down to his collarbone. "I'm so happy, Trent," she growled into his neck and he nearly reeled as he took in her scent. "I…I should take you home now," he stuttered, but she silenced him with a kiss and looked up at him, mischief dancing in her eyes. "Who said I plan on going home?"