I'm in the mood for writing and Hanzii told me to write oneshots, so here I am! If I fail my exams, it's all her fault!

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This is a Claire/Myrnin fic, so if you don't like DON'T READ! Set after bite club but this isn't my multichaptered fic on them, it's just a oneshot!

No, no, no, she thinks to herself as she begins to react instinctively towards her boss, someone she ought to admire, not be in love with. She should try and be like him in a professional manner, not a relationship kind of way.

She should never have fallen for him.

She didn't mean to, or anything. It was an accident; she just began to feel something for him. She would look at him and think about how great he looked that day, how she could just imagine kissing those lips. She began to compare him to Shane: she thought about how he never said he didn't love her, or betray her. Myrnin had never told her she was worthless or said that she was just a bit of fun.

He helped her. He was the one who, even though he hated Shane, helped her save him from the bite club, risked his own life to help her get the idiot out of the ring before he would perish with the others… he did all that, for her.

She couldn't help but begin to feel something for him then: he had never judged her or made her feel anything other than the fleeting moments of happiness in her life. She began to crave the hours she spent in the lab, finding solace and normality in them, because it was the only time that she was accepted. Every other time, she felt as if nobody truly wants her around: Eve and Michael are wedding planning, Shane doesn't want her... even Amelie doesn't care what happens to her, so long as it does not disrupt whatever her plans are for Morganville and Oliver.

She stares at Myrnin from across the lab, barely able to resist the urge to stride across the room and press her lips to his - but who knows what would happen if she did? He's a vampire; he could snap her neck in a second or loose control and end up draining her. He could do anything to her and she would be powerless to resist: one of the terrifying things about vampires is that they are always in control… no exceptions.

"Claire, do I have something on my face?" he asks her in confusion, rubbing self consciously at his face. She blushes but shakes her head, ducking so that he can't see how embarrassed she is that he caught her obsessing over his face, imagining being able to kiss him.

"No, no, nothing," she mutters, but knows he can hear: once again, a bonus to being a vampire, being able to hear all the way across the room. As soon as the attention is safely from herself, she begins to fantasise about him again, imagining running her hands through his perfect hair, being able to press her lips to his cool ones, having him caress her face as though he loves her.

He moves across the room suddenly and lifts her chin with only one of his fingers. She can't do anything but look deep into his eyes, the abyss of information and knowledge that she only wishes she could tap into.

"What's wrong?" he asks her gently, and she can't lie: she knows too well that she can't lie to him, that he only has to look at her to make her cave and tell the truth. But what is she to say? That she loves him, that she needs him, that she never loved Shane but only him? she couldn't confess to that, not now, not ever. He's her guilty pleasure, the one she would love to be with, no doubt, but knows she can never have. He isn't viable for her: a vampire and a human relationship ends in tears… always.

So she looks around the room for a way to get out of telling him that she loves him, and settles on the time. It's a valid truth – she does need to leave – but it isn't the one she wants to give him. "I have to go, Myrnin, it's late," she tells him, standing up and walking towards the portal, unable to face walking home at this late hour.

He doesn't say anything as he watches her leave, simply waits for the portal door to slam…

SLAM!

She steps into a darkened Glass House; Shane moved out and she doesn't have a clue where Eve and Michael spend half their time these days. It leaves her the house all to herself, but she doesn't care: it gives her the chance to spend more time in the lab, and when she's home she can think of Myrnin without anyone being around.

She sits down on the sofa and turns on the light, imagining the ideal: Myrnin sitting by her side, allowing her to hug into his side to feel his solidity, not for warmth. She knows just how bad an idea it is to fall for a vampire – look what it did for Sam – but she can't help it… it's been building up for months, ever since she began to work for him, and it just grows in intensity.

Fantasies are dangerous things at the best of times, but for Claire… it could be her downfall. She loves him too much for it to just be a fantasy. But that's all it will be, for he is a vampire and she is a lowly human by comparison.

But it hurts so bad for her to realise this, so she pushes it to the back of her mind and just continues to think of her Myrnin, always hoping…

Whatcha think?

If you want, maybe a second chapter? Idk… up to you guys – if you want, review!

Vicky xx