AN: I don't even know what to say... Vera/Clay (I like to call it Verran. Lame name, I know) is just something cute that I randomly thought up one day. I really like the couple now and had to write something for them. I have never actually written anything romantic before, so if this sucks, I'm sorry. I just want you to know that I tried. Well, enjoy this (hopefully) cute two-shot.

Vera sat on a small wooden stool, gazing at the blank canvas before her. She was trying to paint a new portrait. She needed to pay the bills to her studio somehow. However, she could not get inspired no matter how hard she tried. She had already attempted listening to music, looking at nature, and even taking a nap. Nothing was working.

Just when Vera was about to throw her paintbrush in frustration, someone knocked on the front door. She sighed and set the brush down. The artist then stood up and wiped her hands on her overalls as if there were something to rub off in the first place.

She opened the door before looking through the peephole. She was surprised to see a young man, no older than twenty-five, standing on her doorstep. She had never seen the black haired man before. Maybe he was a solicitor of some sorts. She had to be strong and not give in and buy his product no matter how great he made it sound.

"Er, hey!" The guy raised one of his hands as if he were waving. "I'm Clay Terran and…"

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in anything you're selling." Vera said abruptly. Better to get this over with before he made her feel bad.

Clay looked surprised and then started grinning like an idiot. "I'm not selling anything."

"You're not? Then why are you here?"

"Well, you know Apollo, right?"

"Yes, he was my defense attorney a month ago." How could she forget her red clad hero and his magical teal assistant?

"Yep, that's him." Clay chuckled. "We were thinking of having a get together tomorrow night. And, well, would you like to come?"

Vera was a bit stunned. "M-me? I don't know Apollo very well…"

"That's why you should go! To get to know him better." He winked and a blush came across Vera's cheeks. How did he even get that idea?

"I-it's not like that." She protested. Clay adjusted his visor as he beamed.

"I'm just teasing." He crossed his arms over his chest as if to retain body heat. "If you wouldn't mind, can I come in?"

"I suppose." She sidestepped so that he could enter her studio. "I'm sorry for the mess; I wasn't expecting company."

"Nah, it's fine. My apartment is even worse." A look of embarrassment came over him. "Not that this is bad. It's actually really neat and tidy. As spick-and-span as a rocket ship, but not one that's been in space for a while. One that just taken off and has been cleaned thoroughly with everything still stored away."

As the space enthusiast rambled on Vera gave a short, quiet, laugh. He eventually stopped and took a seat on one of the empty chairs.

"Would you like anything to drink?" Vera asked politely as Clay sat down on a chair.

"I'm fine, thanks though." She sat down opposite of him and began to fidget. She wasn't used to talking with many people, especially ones she didn't know very well. Clay was looking around the studio. "So, you're an artist?"

"Uh, yeah. Well, not officially. I haven't painted anything yet…" Vera let her eyes wander over to her empty canvas sitting on her easel.

Clay's eyes showed his pity for only a moment before he returned to his energetic self. "Well, I'm sure that they'll look even more amazing than the nighttime sky when you're done with them." Vera gave a small smile at his comment.

"You like space a lot, don't you?"

"Yup, I'm actually an astronaut… in training." Clay gave a sheepish grin at the second part of his statement.

"So you've never actually been to space?"

"Not yet, but one day, one day I'm going to be up there with all the stars, exploring the final frontier." Vera noticed the way his eyes sparkled like the stars he was talking about. Clay then went on to talk about space and though she never fully understood what he was talking about, she loved how enthusiastic he became.

"Supernovas are really pretty, but kind of overrated if you think about it. I mean I know beauty is fleeting, but that? Who wants something that's amazingly beautiful for a time, but eventually fades away?"

"It's like a chalk drawing on the street. It looks great at first, but soon the rain washes it away."

"Exactly! Whenever I told that to Apollo he always says tha-" The space fanatic was interrupted by the ringing of his cellphone. He pressed it to his ear. "Hello?... Oh, hey Apollo, what's up?... I'm over at Vera's." He pulled the phone away from his mouth. "It's okay if I call you that, right?"

"Yeah, it's fine." Clay returned to his call.

"What do you mean I'm late?... Oh my gosh, I'm sorry I totally forgot. I came over to Vera's to ask her and stuff and, well, lost track of the time… Shut up." His face was now tinted red. "Yeah, I'll be over in like, five minutes… Yep, see you there." He ended the call. "Sorry, but I have to get going."

"You don't need to apologize. You were very nice company."

"You too" He beamed at her, "So you're coming tomorrow?"

"I guess so, but I'm not exactly sure where I'm supposed to go…"

"Don't worry about it. I'll pick you up here. How does five sound?"

"Perfect." Clay gave a small wave and went out the door. Vera sighed and smiled faintly. She then looked at a small clock. Almost an hour had passed since Clay had shown up at her door and distracted her from work. It was a nice distraction though.

The young artist sat back down. She still needed to paint something and no matter how much enjoyment she got out of her recent conversation it would still get done. But maybe, just maybe, it would be just a little bit easier now.