Disclaimer: I do not own the Morganville Vampires. It belongs to Rachel Caine.

Author's Note: Please do not point out that this refers to the book in the beginning. I am well aware of that.

Not Okay

Shane looked at Claire blankly. "Who are you again?" She sighed.

"Claire, your girlfriend," she said. He still looked at her blankly. "Don't you remember?" He didn't. She could tell by the look on his face and it hurt. "Shane?" It was a whisper. "Please." He looked at her apologetically.

"I'm sorry...whatever your name is, but I don't. How am I supposed to remember something that never happened?" he looked at her, like he was struggling to remember. "I can't!" He threw up his hands. "I have to go do...something." She watched him stand and walk upstairs. She bit her lip to keep from crying.

"Who the hell are you?" a voice asked. She jumped and turned. "Get the hell out of my house before my parents get home."

"Michael?" she whispered. Eve appeared.

"Who's she?" she asked. Michael shrugged. Claire sighed.

"I'm leaving," she muttered and went to Myrnin's.

She walked inside and looked around. It was a complete mess. Where was he? She cautiously stepped forward, but a growl sent her stumbling back and desperately searching for the light switch. Another growl. She whimpered and flipped the lights on. No one.

"Myrnin?" she whispered. A book fell off a shelf and she jumped back into something solid and cold and...alive. She spun around with a shriek. Myrnin looked at her.

"What's wrong, darling?" he asked, cocking his head. "What are you doing here?" She looked him over. A vest, dress shirt, dress pants, no shoes.

"Myrnin?" she whispered. He was still frowning.

"Who are you?"

"I'm...Claire. Don't you...?"

"Don't I what?"

"Oh no," she whispered, sitting down.

"Oh no what?" he asked. She shook her head and buried her head in her hands.

Claire woke up to someone screaming and shaking her shoulder. Shane looked down at her.

"What's wrong? It sounded like someone was murdering you," he said, sitting down and stroking her hair.

"Shane?" she asked, sitting up.

"Yeah..." he said slowly. "Claire, what's wrong?" She threw her arms around him. He held her tight. "What's up?"

"It was a dream...well, rather a nightmare," she said, sighing. "Never mind." He kissed her head.

"It'll be okay," he said. She nodded, but it wouldn't be. It never would be.