This a new claiden fanfiction I have been working on. There are a lot of OCs in this story, but bear with me. This story is way longer than Bloody Flowers and I am working hard on this. Anyways, enjoy!

Clara hears the beeping of a monitor and blinks a few times before waking up. She looks around for a moment and tries to process where she was. She was lying in a hospital bed and she was wearing a hospital dress. As she looks around, she spots a man sitting in a chair next to her. He looked to be in his forties or fifties.

"Hello Clara," he says in a calm tone, "I haven't seen you in so long."

This caught Clara off guard. She didn't know who this man was or how she ended up in what appeared to be a hospital. Noticing the puzzled look on her face, the man speaks again.

"You probably don't recognize me, do you?"

He sighs when she doesn't respond.

"Take a good look at me. Don't you remember?"

Clara notices that he had a similar accent to her's. Something suddenly sparks inside her head like a memory. She tries to sit up, but winces at pain coming from her right shoulder and the left side of the bottom of her neck. She then remembers having been shot twice.

Flashbacks race through her mind: walking up to Lena's grave, hearing Aiden shout her name, turning around and seeing hitmen shoot at her. All of it happened so fast, she didn't have time to react.

She lies back down and looks at the man again. Studying him, he looked a bit old, but his hair wasn't white. His eyes were bright blue and they showed with intelligence. She suddenly recognizes those eyes. They were the same eyes that watched over her before she would fall a sleep. The same eyes that shed tears before saying goodbye. This man was her father.

"Papa?"

He smiles.

"I can't believe you still call me that."

Clara sits up; staying up this time.

"Papa, is it really you?"

He nods.

"Who else would it be? Of course it's me."

Clara's eyes light up. She has not seen her father in over 19 years. He looked a lot older than before, but he was still her papa. Tears form in her eyes and she embraces him regardless of the intense pain in her shoulder and her neck. Her father hugs her as gentle as possible, he didn't want to hurt her. He breathes out a sigh of relief knowing that his daughter was alive.

He could hear her crying against his shoulder as he held her. Minutes passed and she finally manages to stop crying. Clara pulls away and looks up at her father who she hasn't seen in what seemed like eternity.

"I almost didn't recognize you when I saw you," he says with a sigh. "You've grown so much."

Clara was about to tear up again, but caught herself.

"I was so worried when I saw you dying. I would like to know what happened."

Dark thoughts cloud her mind, but she manages to tell her father about what happened with Aiden, the club, and Lena's death. Her father was surprised to hear all of this. His own daughter getting involved with the club and that damned Aiden Pearce. He has heard all about him on the news. The Vigilante. More like a terrorist, and the fact that he almost got his own daughter killed. He couldn't bear that. Clara notices the angry look on her father's face.

"But it's okay, I'm alive."

He looks back at her and smiles.

"I know," he says while placing a hand on her shoulder, "Once you're well, there's somewhere I want to take you. I'm sure you'll like it. After all, you've always been an adventurous girl."

Clara grins at the thought of all of their adventures.

"You may get some rest. I can stay if you want."

"Please do."

Clara lies back down while her father held her hand. A few minutes later, she falls asleep.

Journal #1

My name is Clara Lille and I should start this off by saying that I'm still recovering from two gunshot wounds from six months ago. My father, Alexandre Lille, got me a small notepad to write my journal entries. It's small enough so I can fit it in my pocket and carry it around. I'm not sure how long I'm going to be in this hospital bed, but I'm starting to feel like it isn't a public hospital. There are doctors and nurses, but I haven't seen any patients besides myself and it's too quiet. I have made somewhat of a recovery. The nurses stitched my wounds and now they look like scars that will forever be on my skin. I couldn't help but think about Aiden when I see these scars. What is he doing now? Another question that concerns me is where is my phone? Did he take it? I left a voice message for him. If he has it, he must have heard it. I don't know if he did. I need to get my mind off of him.

I'm very happy to see Papa. Last time I saw him was 19 years ago back in Quebec, my hometown. We would always go camping in Mont-Tremblant. I remember he would often tell me that we were looking for treasure. I didn't know that he was actually stealing from the cabins. He took all kinds of things like gold watches and jewelry. He adored them just as much as I did. One time, I found an old regal coin and I showed it to Papa. He told me that it was an ancient roman coin and it would lead me to the whole roman empire. A silly lie, but he let me keep it. I still have the coin after all those years. I've kept it ever since my mother and I left Quebec and moved to Chicago in the United States. That was until my mother died of breast cancer when I was 19. I became rebellious after that, I changed my look, and I joined Dedsec to feel like I was part of something. They taught me hacking techniques and I became skillful at them. I was still poor at the time, so I made my money with these skills by finding information for people. I found information for the Chicago South Club and I worked for them until Lena's death. Since then, I left the south club and I wanted to help Aiden. Câlisse, I'm thinking about him again. Okay, back to my father. He says he wants to take me somewhere. I don't know where, but I hope to find out soon.