Title: How I Feel About Claire
Author: liz_Z
E-mail: liz_Z@s...
Category: Romance, Angst
Spoilers: For `A Sense of Community' and `The Three Phases of Claire'.
Season/Sequel info: Takes place during season two, after `The Three Phases of Claire'.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own `em, although I wish I did.
Author's notes: I'm working on another fic right now, but Hobbes just walked up to me and told me he wanted me to write this for him real quick, and who was I to say no?


You wanna know how I feel about Claire.
What can I say?
She's pretty, she's smart, she's fun...
She's too good for me, that's for certain.
Still, a guy can dream, right?


The first time I saw her I fell for her.
I think it was her eyes.
They told a lot, even if her expression didn't.
I could spend hours just staring into her eyes...


She's the reason I turned Loew down.
The real reason, I mean.
When Loew was kissing me, all I could think of was Claire.
If it wasn't for Claire I might've fallen for Loew and her little games, but I didn't.


I love Claire.
I really do. I just can't tell her, `cause...
Ahh, you know, the whole fishing off the company pier thing.
Things Bobby Hobbes does NOT do, right?
Ohhh, but I want to sometimes...


When I saw Claire with Darien at that dock, I nearly snapped.
I mean, that was just... WRONG!
I know it wasn't really them, they were both out of their heads, and most of the time it doesn't bother me.
But sometimes, late at night, it does.


Claire...
I love her.
I love everything about her.
Her smile, the way her hair falls just so, that twinkle she gets in her eye when she's happy...
She's perfect.
Or as close as anyone could get to it.


The hard part is I know it'd never work.
A relationship between her and me, I mean.
All because we work together, and we aren't supposed to have any emotional attachments.
Well, too late, the feelings are already here.
I just can't do anything about `em.
Man, this is frustrating...


Claire keeps me sane.
But at the same time she drives me crazy.
I mean, do you have any idea what it's like to see someone every day and have these huge feelings about them, but you can't say anything?
It's pure torture, my friend.
Of course, Bobby Hobbes can cope with torture, but still...


Claire.
She knows how to get past all my shields.
I wonder what she and her imaginary friend were talking about that day in the van...
I have the sneaking suspicion they were talking about how I feel about her.
Of course, I don't know for sure, and Claire's flat out refused to relay the other side of that conversation to me.
But that just makes me even more curious.


So, that's how I feel about Claire.
I just wish I knew how she felt about me...


-- Bobby Hobbes