Hey Guys, So This Is A Morganville Fan Fiction. I Had the idea at school and after reading a few pages in book 11. I decided to twist something that happens, So im so sorry if any of you haven't read last breath, this IS very different though so read on :']

[*Disclaimer; I Do Not Own ANY of the Morganville characters, except from some made up characters along the way, I do not own the layout, but I own half the plot in this Fanfic.*]

Chapter 1- When You Hear Her Cry.

Claire

Claire Danvers started her day in the shower. Hey, any normal day in Morganville. She had some serious thinking to do. Shane Collins, Her Totally hot but at the same time sweet, boyfriend had asked her to marry him. And she hadn't decided yet. Because the thing was, claire was 17, Barely old enough to even drive, let alone get married. I Want this though. Waking up to know that he's there. She tipped her head back and let the water rinse out the shampoo. but I'm too young.. He might leave me. And my parent's.. Oh god , what will I Say? Eve knocked on the door.

'CB hurry up in there PLEASE, I've gotta go to work.' With a sigh, Claire turned off the nice warm water, and wrapped a towel around herself. She stepped out onto the landing, hair plastered to her cheeks.

'Sorry.'

'No problem Sweetie. Better not have used all the hot water,' Eve grinned. Since eve had gotten married, she'd seemed to become more aware of life around her, and has even stopped the jokey/ bitchy comments towards shane. Shows how happy she was. But eve's 19... Claire willed this side of things to shut up and , whilst in her room pulling on a pair of jeans and a white blouse, she came to a decision. She didn't want this, not yet. In a way she did, but she wasn't sure. She was too young, but she'd go and promise him, that eventually she would marry him.

'Shane, We Need To-' Claire got halfway to the door and screamed, she collapsed to her knees, but she couldn't cry. She store. Just looked at him. She tried to direct her attention away from the blood covered shane when michael stood at the doorway, wide eyed like her. He Collapsed to his knees, but unlike her, he cried. They fell down his paler-then-normal face like heavy rain droplets.

'Claire?' She heard eve shout, obviously directed at her.

'What?' Claire's voice, she noticed, Sounded hollow and empty.

'What's With the Screaming?'

'Come see.'

'Be There In a Min.' Claire didn't Reply, she didn't fiddle, she just store… All the things they'd done together, all the plans he had, and now he laid there, Shane Collins, Laid in a pool of blood. Her attention immediately shifted to the gun placed down by shane's fingers, it looked like it'd been dropped, she yelped helplessly and covered her eyes.

'Shane?…' Michael stood up and walked over to him, his eyes were red, but claire could see absolutely no intentions of michael wanting to DRINK shane's.. blood. He Waited for eve's screams to die down to a cry, before placing his fingers gently on the side of shane's neck.

'Eve?' Eve ignored him point blank, and started pushing on shane's chest. 'Eve, Honey. It'd Done. He's gone.' the words felt like smashing bricks over her head to claire, they rung around in her head, and she silently, feeling fuzzy all over, Grabbed eve's hand, stood up, and pulled her into a hug, burying her face in eve's black dressing gown. That's when she cried, tears fell and didn't stop. Michael patted both the girl's' shoulders.

'We need to call the police, have them take…' he gestured at shane's lifeless body. 'Then we need to talk. Now.' Michael began picking shane's body up, claire yelled.

'WAIT.' He turned towards her. 'I Want to.. I mean could I.. hold him?' Claire was on her knees now, and silently took shane's body. Blood splashed her white t-shirt. She laid him down, supporting his head like a baby, and pulled him close. She breathed in his warm smell of barbeque and coffee.

'We'll give you a minute.' Michael's voice croaked weakly. 'Come on eve,'

'But,'

'Come on.' Claire waited until they'd gone, and buried her head in shane's hair.

'Why Shane? Why?' It was stupid really, she realised as she mumbled, She was talking to a.. corpse.

I didn't do this. Claire looked around. shut up claire, STOP imagining things. she hadn't heard shane's voice, it was in her head, all in her head, she told herself. She kissed shane's cold lips once more, and lifted him up to carry down.

'We Need To Call,' Michael finally said, staring straight at his lifeless body. Then immediately looked away again. Eve looked up, and claire sighed.

'I Think You Should Do it,' Eve continued, and pulled michael closer, to indicate she meant him.

'No. I Will.' Claire placed a hand on Michael's and smiled softly at him. 'You've known shane longer. You sit down. '

'Sure?'

'Sure.' Claire motioned at the to stay there, and shut the kitchen door, picking up the phone on her own. As she waited for a pick up, she wished she had someone to hold on to. Just to pull close.

'Hello, 911 service station, which line can I put you through to please?'

'Um, the ambulance one please.'

'You mean accident and emergency?'

'Yeah. That.' Claire waited as a soft tune played out. And eventually the accident and emergency line answered.

'Accident And emergency.'

'Hi.. Um I need some paramedics?' Claire sounded unsure. The receptionist, claire realised, must have noticed this. 'I Mean, I don't know what do , I think he's..' Claire bit her lip and took a deep breath. 'Dead.' she eventually stuttered out.

'Okay, we'll send someone out.'

'Thanks, wait, um do you know which house it is?'

'Everyone knows Michael Glass's house.' Then she hung up, claire almost screamed, but instead decided a simple, sit down and stare would do just fine.

She soon heard the whistle of sirens blaring out, and watched eve and michael clasp hands. She Felt very alone. They leant over shane, and shortly after the paramedic took Claire's hand in hers.

'We're sorry. There's nothing We Can do, he's gone hunny.'

'I.. Im Okay.'

'I hope you will be.' She wasn't, but she had to try to look it.

'We'll arrange a funeral Tommorow, for now..' the paramedic glanced at Shane's body and looked back at michael. 'We'll put him in the Morgue.' Then they picked up the body and left. Just left claire, tears flooding down her face. She stared straight ahead.

'Claire Bear,' Eve said softly. Claire pushed past her and stormed to her room, She held the Cladah ring tightly, so it dug into her palm.

'Shane. Im Confused. If You're Here, Please Help Me, I don't Know what to do without you. I Need You Here. I Can't live without you. But I have to push on, because there's duties in this town. Oh god shane why?' She picked up his old t-shirt in her room and sniffed it, wetting it in the process. I want him back in my arms and to never let go of him. I wish I could be picking out dresses with eve, and eeeping about a wedding, because now I've lost all my chances, everything, and I didn't even get to say goodbye. Claire Screamed out loud, smacked her head against the floor, and slowly fell asleep, arms wrapped around herself for warmth, and eyes red raw and sore.