The ice queen sat in her office chair, staring at the young girl who had just entered and was now looking around her office. The mind of Claire Danvers amused her, she was such a typical, fragile thing but when she needed to be she could be as cold as ice and vicious. Now, standing here, in front of the founder of Morganville she seemed to be in one of her more… Tolerable moods. This was highlighted by her actually caring about what she looked like, whereas last time she had ran into Claire she looked a wreck. She couldn't say that she was not interested in the children's love affairs; it amused and humoured her entirely. Not that she would ever admit that. "What is wrong now young Claire?" Amelie asked, filing her long nails.

"I came to say thank you, me and Shane spoke and it is all sorted out" Claire smiled as Amelie sighed, Claire had started annoying her now, always coming in for the most worthless of news. Yet, what more could she expect from a bored 17, wait no 18 year old.

"Well is that not wonderful news, thank you for updating me on your affairs… Again" Amelie muttered her mind elsewhere. "Is that all?"

"Yes that is all"

"Farewell then Claire"

"Bye" Claire said walking out, just a the door shut though a ginger haired man walked in, a smile straight away coming from Amelie's lips yet being hidden just as quick.

"Samuel, what brings you here today?" She asked, placing down her file and looking at him, a warm and welcoming feeling coming off of the man stood in front of her.

"I just came by and thought I would come and see how you are getting along" Sam said, smiling softly.

"I am getting along perfectly fine, why would I not be?"

"Seeing as what day it is I just thought you would like some company" Sam shrugged.

"What day…" Amelie said before remembering. It had been 18 years ago on that exact day. "Oh…" She muttered, not believing that she'd forgotten what day it was. How could of she forgot? It had been the one day that meant everything to her, and yet, Sam had remembered but she hadn't. But then again, Samuel had always been the one that Amelie would confide in whenever she needed to speak about something, it was just typical of him to remember this.

Samuels POV

Amelie's face instantly dropped as soon as I mentioned it and straight away a wave of guilt flew through me, I'd reminded her and caused her to become upset and he hadn't wanted to make her upset. He'd thought she already would have been, Sam straight away went next to Amelie and wrapped his arms around her knowing that- although she didn't look like it- she was holding back tears. "I won't…" Amelie muttered, standing yet leaning against him, her head on his chest.

Amelies POV

They stayed like that- in eachothers arms- for most of the day, until Samuel had to leave and Amelie reluctantly let him go. Not wanting him to leave deep down. When he had gone Amelie opened her bottom drawer, unlocking it and picked up the small painting at the bottom. There, in beautiful colours was a young woman with long wavy brown hair and grey eyes sitting in a long Victorian red dress smiling as if she was empty minded towards the painter. She was sitting on a small stool, her body facing the right but turning so that she was facing forward. Amelie looked at the picture for a couple of minutes before sighing and placing it on her desk.

Hey guys! So this is my first fanfic... Hope you enjoy please review!

Terri xx