A/N: So I'm not a big Clane fan. Sometimes it can be cute. So here's my first ClaireXShane fic, please don't flame. Inspired by the song Come Wake Me Up by Rascal Flatts. Please review (By the way, this might be better if you put this song on repeat while reading this. Just a suggestion.)
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Summary: A simple statement, which led to another argument. Can Shane and Claire's relationship last? Or did Claire have enough?
Shane sits slouched on his bed, taking another swig of his almost empty bottle of vodka. The dark curtains block out most of the sunlight, leaving Shane in the dark. He sighs as his ability to think starts to fade away.
'About time.' He thinks to himself. Since Claire left, she's all he could think about. Her smile, her laugh, the way she'd kiss him in the morning. He takes another gulp, finishing his vodka. 'Dammit, I need another drink.' He stumbles up, almost falling, as he clumsily makes his way to the kitchen.
'Hey Shane!' Claire yells from the front door as she enters the Glass House. Shane pops his head out the kitchen door and grins.
'Brisket tacos are almost ready!' He yells and disappears back to the kitchen. Claire walks in and hugs him, kissing him on the cheek before stealing the plate of tacos.
'Yum, thanks for the food, but where's yours?' She says grinning, and winks at him before walking out the kitchen.
'Hey! Those are ours!' Shane weakly protests, following his girlfriend to the dinner table. 'Hey you seen Eve and Mikey?'
'Nope. Eve said she she's working late and Mikey is meeting with Amelie. So I guess we're alone tonight.' She said with a smirk which Shane returns before growling seductively.
'Now I'm so not hungry for brisket.' He says and Claire blushes lightly.
'Well sorry handsome but I am so later.' She says sticking out her tongue playfully. Shane smiles the smile only Claire sees, and takes a bite out of his taco.
'So how was your day?'
'Boring. Class was, as usual, too easy. And work was worse. Myrnin was crazy today, or more crazy than usual. So I had to give him his meds and make sure he didn't blow up the lab.' She says shrugging.
'Doctor crazy didn't try to bite you right?' Shane says, his muscles tightening.
'Shane don't call him names please.' Claire says exasperated. 'It's really immature.'
'Why are protecting him? Becoming a fang-banger?' Shane says irritated. Claire groans and gets up from her seat and starts to walk upstairs. 'Why are you running Claire? Or is what I said true?'
'No Shane!' Claire yells. She makes a frustrated sound and faces him. 'I'm not having this argument with you again! Nothing is going on between me and my boss! Now just drop it!'
Shane takes out the last vodka bottle and opens it, chugging down almost half of it. He wants to make her memory go away. Their last fight was the biggest mistake he's ever done. He takes a deep breath and stumbles his was down to the couch. The door to the house opens and Michael and Eve entering. They look at Shane and Eve looks away. She heads upstairs without a second glance.
Michael groans and walks over to Shane and grabs his collar, lifting him with ease, to his feet. He grabs the vodka bottle and throws it to the wall.
Shane throws Claire's textbook across the room. Shouts from Claire and Shane can be heard. Shane stomps downstairs and sees Eve and Michael sitting on the couch. He didn't hear them come in but he didn't care. He walked straight passed them to the kitchen and got a beer can from the fridge. Claire comes down after him and sighs in disappointment when she sees Shane with the beer can.
'Seriously Shane?' She says, exhausted physically and mentally from their fight. He just stares at her before taking another sip.
'Yeah since my girlfriend sees peace with Fang McPyscho and not me.' He retorts lazily. Claire groans and runs upstairs once again, tears streaking her eyes.
"Shane! Snap out of it!" Michael yells at his broken friend. Shane just stares at him with lost, dull eyes. Michael shakes him and says, "She's not coming back! Claire's gone!" This made him wince. He glared at his vampire friend and pushed him off. Michael let him. "She's been gone for two weeks, I don't think she's coming back bro." He whispered. Michael looks at Shane before shaking his head and heading upstairs to Eve.
Claire grabs her book bag and a small suitcase and walks towards the front door. Shane steps in her way, confusion on his face.
'Where are you going?'
'Leaving! We're through Shane! If you can't trust me and accuse me every time I go working, I'm through. Honestly, sometimes I wonder, if you really aren't like your dad.' Claire says angrily. She pushes past Shane, and out the door. Leaving everyone in shock.
Shane sighs and looks around. He sits on the broken glass and picks up a few shards. He laughs bitterly.
"I guess I am like my dad." He says with bitter realization. He picks up a big piece of glass. "God I miss you." He fingers the glass, leaving small scratches on his fingers. "If only this was a dream and I could wake up with you here again.
"Shane"
"Oh god now I'm hearing things." He says and shakes his head to clear her voice from his head. He brings the glass to his wrist and stops. "Maybe..maybe I should die..then I could finally forget her.." He brings the glass down on his skin and presses down. A small trickle of blood oozes out. Suddenly a knock at the door interrupts him from his last moment. He groans in frustration and gets up, dropping the glass, and stumbles to the door.
"Someone better have a good damn reason for interrupting me-" he opens the door and freezes at the sight. Claire stands there nervously. She smiles a smile that Shane missed so much, one full of love.
"Hey.."