A/N: These will be short drabbles in a time line type set up for the SkyexClaire pairing. Being one to have married Skye in cute, I feel confident enough to write more about him then I did before.

I probably wont be updating this as often as my H,G or AH but you should see an update every now and then.

There will be 50 drabbles in all, ten chapters.

Also, I do not like that 'Fair maiden' crap he says in the game. So for the sake of my sanity there shall be no use of the term, 'Fair maiden' what-so-ever. o-o

Without further a due, here's 1 – 5. :D

Disclaimer: Don't own

1. Phantom

Claire had never been one to get her words muddled on first impressions, but when she clumsily stumbled into a pale skinned silver haired boy in front of the Romana mansion while making her way to visit Lumina she found that all of her speech capabilities were lost.

She stared face to face with this young gentleman for a few moments, and neither moved. Her cerulean stormy eyes stared surprised into a pair of equally surprised emerald eyes. It only took a moment for the silver haired boy to regain his composure and smirk. "Hello beautiful…" He slurred out confidently.

She stared at him…

"You walking alone tonight?"

She stared at him…

Then she was snapped back into reality at the sound of a door shut hastily and she heard Lumina's usual calm and small voice sounding quite… loud and… angry… "Hey, aren't you that famous thief who warns victims ahead of time?!"

The silver haired thief laughed triumphantly. "So I am such a thief." He responded, hands proudly landing on his sides and head cocking to the side slightly then he turned to look at the blond farmer apologetically. "I'm sorry but I'm a bit pressed for time."

She couldn't help but blush as she watched the thief disappear into the darkness but was jerked from it when she felt Lumina brush past her, running after said thief. Only to reappear a moment later, her face flushed from running.

"Phantom sky is… so suave…" She panted out, covering her face in embarrassment.

So it would seem.

2. Indifference

Claire ran her fingers through her hair, beginning to feel slightly annoyed. She had been sitting in the hot springs for the few hours trying to relax her aching back when she fell asleep! She supposed it only hurt from endless hours of farm work. She would pull the weeds, water her crops, till the soil, and she now had a new creature on the farm to take care of. A horse.

She had decidedly named the horse Haitus because it seemed to be waiting for something the way it stared out of the stable window longingly… or maybe it was someone. Takakura had after all said he had found her lost…

When he brought her to the farm she was dirty and smelt terrible. She was missing a horse shoes and she seemed to have an infection in a crack in one of her hooves. So who was Claire, to turn down a hurt animal that she knew may be able to help on the farm. She spent the rest of the remainder of the day brushing the horse down and bathing it. With Takakura's help she replaced the horse shoe and treated the infection. And she briefly wondered how long this horse had been wandering for.

It was thin… sickly looking as if it hadn't eaten in quite awhile. Claire called the Yodel Ranch in Mineral Town and told Barley of her problem, Barley offered her the fodder they sell there at a reduced price for the occasion and after bickering that it wasn't necessary and he INSISTING that it was she finally agreed.

So that was how she finally found herself walking towards the fork in front of Vesta's farm, inspecting her pruny hands in annoyance. She glared down at them as if the glare would some how take the tingly wrinkly feeling away, but of course it didn't. "Damn it…" She hissed out and gasped when she heard a soft chuckle come from behind her.

She turned around, eyes venomous as she faced the man she had met a week before at Romana's mansion with Lumina. The phantom thief… Skye… He crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head to the side. "A beautiful woman such as yourself should not reduce themselves to such… grotesque language… it really isn't fitting."

Claire brought her hand to her hip defiantly. "And tell me, what would a mere thief know about mannerism?" He may find she wasn't as easily swayed as all girls.

He smirked before beginning to walk passed her, not turning to give her a second glance. But as he walked passed her and brushed his arm against her shoulder shortly, she felt a sudden coldness take over her being before she heard from behind her, amusement laced in his voice.

"Touché…"

3. Little Acts of Kindness

Claire wiped her brow and tossed her hoe to the dirty floor of the mine. She opened her rucksack and grinned at her find for the day. The small crack of the light of the moon lit into the bag, making the many shapes and sizes of the jewelry which lay inside sparkle. She would surely be able to build a hen house after cashing in all this.

Her eyes glowed in her triumph and she bent over, swiping up the discarded hoe, placing it over her shoulder and whistling a tune as she left the abandoned dig site. Both Flora and Carter had left earlier in the night. They had been talking amongst themselves about how they thought she was crazy, thinking she hadn't heard.

But oh she did… and so what if her muscles ached and her back was sore in the morning, it was worth it for the catch. She dangled the pale blue bracelet that she had in her free hand before her. It was truly remarkable, though a bit dirty from being in the ground for only Goddess knows how long… the stones had life in them yet. A little bit of polish and they'll be back to new and Van would just ogle over them.

Just the thought had a Cheshire grin spreading across her face. She passed Flora in front of Vesta's farm and smiled goofily at her. "Shoulda stayed…" She called back to her and the blond haired excavator heaved a large sigh in reply.

She stopped at the bridge and stared at the waterfall for a moment, and listened to the sound of it crashing against the water. She closed her eyes and took it in, the scenery through her ears instead of her eyes. She certainly never had a chance like this in the city. All times day and night she would only ever hear car horns and people shouting, sometimes gunshots… but here in the valley things were quite different. Crickets hummed, owls hooted, she heard the fluttering of wings.

There was also another distinct sound she heard, that was quite different from all the rest and she opened her eyes and turned her head to the right to see very same thief she had met on this very path a few nights ago stepping onto the bridge and next to her. He turned to glance at the waterfall as well.

"Perhaps it must be fate that we two keep meeting-"

"Perhaps not…" She retorted. "Perhaps I am just misfortunate to always be meeting a thief such as yourself."

Skye chuckled, amused by her apprehensiveness to him. "I may be a thief, but I am still a gentleman and I know how to treat ladies." He said smoothly. "Even ones that are dirty and grimy as you. What have you been doing all day, playing in soot?"

She ignored last said comment.

"Is that so?" Claire asked absent mindedly as she rolled her shoulder, the weight of the tool on it beginning to strain it. "Well I hope you will come to see that this 'lady' does not wanted to be treated as such. I do not have the time, nor do I want to risk my social standing in this community to be seen with one as you…" She trailed off noticing him staring at the bracelet which still dangled in her hand as it swayed from the soft night breeze.

His emerald eyes followed its movements as if he was studying it carefully and she smirked.

"And you wonder what I've been doing to make myself so 'grimy' looking… I'm sure you can see now I've been in the mine all day…" His eyes trailed up to hers slowly and she sighed. "Do you want it?"

"Huh?" Skye looked shocked and puzzled by her question.

She thrust the dirty piece of jewelry towards him. "I'm offering it to you. Do-you-want-it?" She spelled out for him. "I can see that you're interested, no use in denying the obvious."

"But it's yours…" He seemed confused as he raised an eyebrow and stroked his chin.

"I have plenty." He held out his hand and she dropped it into his palm. "No need to thank me…" She said when he opened his mouth to respond. So he instead settled for leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

Claire's entire face turned a color one would only see on a certain fruit, perhaps a tomato? She watched him in total silence as he pulled away and bounded off towards the Goddess pond. Her hand came to her cheek as she continued to stare after him blankly.

"What… just happened?"

4) Unpredictable

She couldn't help herself. She had to know where he was going so of course she followed. He still didn't seem trust worthy after all, he was a thief. Who in the heavens knew what he could be doing? She wasn't looking to become the valley's personal private investigator or anything but she still found that she had to know what he was doing at the Goddess pond this late at night.

So, Claire did the very best she could to step lightly, peek around corners, and hide along the trees and bushes. But when she got up the spring, she was quite stumped to find the area scarce of any silver haired thieves.

She set her hoe down against a tree and stared around the area, eyes scanning for any signs of movement and when there was none she turned back to the fountain and stared into it longing. Oh, if only the Goddess hadn't had such a big mouth she wouldn't have been sent away.

Crossing her arms over her chest she sighed. Saving Harvest Sprites was taking its toll on her. It was a never ending battle to find them, but she had a goal to achieve and she sure as hell wasn't about to turn it down.

She began to play with thoughts in her head and briefly wondered if there was an easier way to find them then accomplishing tasks and meeting people. In all seriousness though, how cruel could the Harvest Lord be? If he was man enough to send the Goddess wherever she had gone, to this other 'dimension' or 'world' or whatever they had said then why couldn't he just bring her back?

A pair of hands landed on her shoulders and she nearly jumped out of her skin to turn and look coolly at the phantom thief once more. "Did you follow me here? Tsk tsk." He smirked down at her knowingly and she wretched herself from his grip.

"Don't flatter yourself." She spat, her hands balling into fists at her sides.

"Then what were you doing out here?" He question with an amused grin. She found she was beginning to hate that grin and she just wanted to rip it off his stupid face as her glare intensified which didn't seem to affect him at the least.

"I was… going to work on chopping up some stumps… for wood for my fences." It wasn't a great lie but it was the best she could come up with, and if she was lucky… he'd buy it. Claire was not lucky though.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "What, with that little tool?" He nodded his head pointedly towards the hoe that was still leaning against the tree. "I daresay… you're not lying to me… are you my little-"

"Claire."

Skye froze and tilted his head to the side, obviously waiting for her to continue.

"My name is Claire."

"Well then, Claire. I must say, you're a rather unpredictable woman."

5. Cherry Blossoms

Claire could easily say that spring was her favorite time of the year. Everything seemed so much more colorful and nature also seemed to enjoy spring. Alas, spring was almost over and the cherry blossoms would soon be wilting. It was sad… the thought, because in all honesty Claire knew there was nothing you could do to prevent the seasons from changing.

It was another late night, perhaps even later then she would normally stay up. She sat at the turtle pond, staring blankly at a cluster of cherry blossoms not to far from her spot. Her legs were folded Indian style in front of her and she grabbed at her ankles firmly to keep her from falling one way or the other.

She was still having a hard time adjusting to country life. The whole go to bed early, wake up early thing was well… to say simply, just plain hard. Not too long ago, Gustafa had walked by on his way home from the bar to say goodnight and she waved and had also said her goodnight.

She had looked around the area. This was, by far, the strangest area in the valley. You got the twins home, which you were never really sure if it would just explode one day.

Cody's trailer which he seemed to have put large medal bars around the outside. He was an artist… who knew what was going on in his mind. He was quite and Claire had never really had a chance to speak with him before.

Daryl's lab which always seemed to be producing electricity. Daryl in Claire's opinion seemed a bit eccentric. He was always eyeing around suspiciously, as if he thought someone was going to go into his house and steal something precious from him.

And lastly, there was Gustafa's hut. Really to her, Gustafa was the most normal person who lived on this side of the valley. He was friendly and outgoing and he did was he was most passionate about and really didn't give a damn about what other's thought. Claire wished she was more like that…

But even with all these strange building around her, Claire found her eyes wandering back to the pink leaves of the trees and for a moment, wished she could keep them all to herself.

"What are you looking at?" A smooth voice caused her to gasp and nearly fall back into the pond in surprise. She caught her balance and glowered up at a certain silver haired thief who was rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

He looked like he had jumped forward to try and stop her from falling into the water, but she had successfully managed to stop herself without the help of any egotistical emerald eyed men.

"The cherry blossoms…" She replied and looked away annoyed. "I was thinking about how much I'll miss them when they go away…"

She felt warmth next to her and looked to her right to see Skye plopping down next to her. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. "I agree. It is always sad when something beautiful disappears." He paused, a thoughtful look coming to his eyes. "But it's always nice to see them return."

She couldn't help but to smile. "I hope you're not talking about me…" She tried to sound angry.

"No actually, I was talking about myself." He mused and she gaped at him, causing him to chuckle and release a hold from his knees, taking a pale hand and ruffling her hair. "It's just not easy to match this type of beauty."

Claire rolled her eyes and looked away. "You're an idiot."