Okay. I know what you're thinking. MyrninxClaire? Ewww! I got like four bajillion (actually it was like 6) requests to do something like this. Or it was subtle like "I wish someone would make a good MyrninxClaire thing". I think it was fun to write! It make me giggle a lot, too. I felt like such a young person writing it. Like, teehee, she wrote kiss! Yea. Grow up. ^_^ Its really long; I just noticed. Sorry. But I had it have something leading up to it, you know? I wasn't going to have Claire make out with Myrnin on the spot, or have her CHEAT on Shane, God forbid. So feel free to skip, but whatever.

So if you don't like it, don't read. This was just 4 fun and popular demand. Rated T for incredible hotness. Lol. Jk. But it does get a little… blehhhh if you know what I'm sayin'. Don't beat me up cuz I might've forgotten some things or gotten some time references wrong. I can't remember if Morley takes the necklace or something. IDK. Just 4 fun you frisky dingos!

So after ur done readin' just pretend it never happened. Rachel Caine, if you're reading this, please don't send an assassin after me. Hehehehehehheh…

The Glass house was burning. Wood cracked and glass shattered. Fire trucks surrounded the area, spraying water everywhere in giant oversized hoses.

Claire didn't bother hitching a ride with anyone. When she heard that her home was on fire, she ran. She ran faster than she thought she ever could. Oh my God she kept saying in her head Oh my God. Shane and Eve! The two both had the day off on Sundays. Claire had only gone to school to pick up some papers from her chemistry teacher.

A woman she didn't know ran in the classroom. "Are you Claire Danvers?" she asked quickly. "Yes…?" Claire responded, not quite knowing what was going on. "Yo- Your house is on fire."

And she took off.

She could hear the truck's sirens from three blocks down. She could smell the smoke. She could see the flames. Oh my God. She intended to ram past the policemen and run into the house to save her friends. But they held her back. "You have to let me in!" she wailed, "My friends! Shane! Eve!" "I've got her," a voice said from behind. She recognized the voice as her boss.

Myrnin took Claire away from the men and over to the side of the road. "They'll be fine," he comforted, "They have people in there who have done this job many a time." Myrnin was dressed normally, for himself that is. Jeans and flip flops and the long black velvet coat he adored so much. His shirt was button down- or up, whatever- with a thin vertical strip pattern.

Claire dressed that morning in whatever she could find on the floor. Jeans and a blue knit shirt.

"I was only gone for an hour," Claire said, her voice cracking on tears, "Forty-five minutes. How-" "A lot can happen in such little time," Myrnin responded. Claire couldn't breathe. What if they died? How would she go on? "Where's Michael?" Claire asked suddenly. "In the house actually," Myrnin said looking back at the flames, "He was the first to see the smoke. He's looking for Shan and Eve." "Shane."

"Right. Sorry. I'm probably not helping," Myrnin stumbled.

"No, you are," Claire said, leaning on his shoulder, "In your own weird way…"

At six o' clock, Shane Collins and Eve Rosser were pronounced dead. After the fire was out, they delivered the news.

"Their lungs were too full of smoke," said a fireman to a balling Claire, "Shane got trapped in the bathroom after a large chunk of the roof fell down outside the door. Eve was upstairs in her room. She got trapped when a piece of wood fell on her leg. Because Shane was trapped, he couldn't have helped. I'm sorry for your loss."

Michael wasn't crying. He just had a look of utter shock on his face.

Just shock.

How could this have happened?

Before the fireman walked away, Claire asked, "D-do you know h-how the f-fire started?" "There was a gas leak. And the fire from the stove, set it off. We think that one of the two left the stove on, to heat up or something."

"Claire," Michael said softly, "I want you to stay with Myrnin for a couple days. I-I need some time to myself." Claire understood. Michael and Eve were in love. Like she was with Shane.

Then she thought, wait, Myrnin? "Myrnin?" she echoed, "Why him? I thought you hated him or something." "Well, I was going to say Amelie or Oliver, but I know you wouldn't be comfortable with that," Michael sighed, "Just keep him away from your neck, okay?" Claire sniffed. "Okay."

"So!" Myrnin began, "You're staying here for a couple o' days, hm?" Claire nodded. She didn't know if it was really appropriate for an employee to stay with her boss, but there wasn't much option. Myrnin had cleaned up for her stay. His abode was less like a lab and more like a home. He had been nice enough to get a T.V., a couch which folded out into a bed, and a small fridge.

"Well, I don't really know what it's like to have a roommate, so I don't really have any rules," Myrnin thought for a second, "So, um, just don't do anything you think I wouldn't approve of." He smiled. Claire could tell he was excited to have a roommate. He's been alone for quite some time.

"Anything you want to do?" he asked. Claire shook her head. She was just tired, and didn't feel like talking. She sat on the couch and fell on her side and just laid motionless. They're gone. They're both gone. "Um. Okay. You get some rest and I suppose will just…" Myrnin looked around, "Eh, read?"He quietly walked over to the book case, pulled out a book, and walked back over to where he had been standing.

He flipped through the book. "I never did like the plot of this one. It's just plain weird. I mean, what main character…" Claire looked up at Myrnin. He caught her gaze. "Right. Quiet." He made the zip your lip motion and threw away the key.

Claire was asleep within minutes.

It had been a month since the Glass house was reduced to ash. And since then, Claire had been getting better and better every day. Myrnin made sure that she didn't mope around too much. He gave her about two days, then he got her to resume work. He got her talking again. He smiled when no one else would, and made sure she got to school.

They had developed a habit of watching a movie on Saturday nights and cleaning on Sundays.

Myrnin was slowly becoming a best friend to Claire.

Or more. (Wink, wink. ^_^)

Since the fire, a lot of people had been nicer her to her. Even Monica the Barbie bitch had laid off the jokes for a while. Michael was on some trip with Amelie. He left about a week ago. Before he left, all he said was, "I just need to sort some things out, k?" He hugged her goodbye and left. Oliver has been in control ever since. Amelie said that Myrnin should assist, but Oliver is… for lack of a better word, a dick and didn't really acknowledge him.

Friday night, Claire came home with a new chemistry book. As she walked down the stairs, she thought about what Michael might be up to. Myrnin wasn't anywhere to be found. So she just dropped her bag and grabbed a random alchemy book off a table. She had learned most of this already, but it was still interesting every time she opened the book.

"Claire? You home?" Myrnin's voice called from the top of the stairs. "Yeah," Claire hollered back. "Oh. Well, close your eyes!" Claire didn't know what was going on, but she closed them anyway. She heard his footsteps and then something being set on the table.

"Okay," he said, "open." Claire opened her eyes and saw a small box on the table and a cupcake with tiny lit candle in the middle. "Happy 18th birthday, Claire," Myrnin said with a bright smile. She totally forgot! She had been so distracted with getting her life back together that she didn't even know!

"Oh, my gosh. Myrnin, you're the best!" she replied, "I can't believe I forgot the big 18th birthday. Ugh." "I reminded you last week," he responded. "Oh, right. There was a test that day too. I must've spaced out."

"Well, blow it out. Then you can have my present."

"Oh, you didn't have to-"

"Just do it."

Claire sighed. She leaned over and blew out the small candle. "Okay," Myrnin pushed the box over to Claire, "open it." Claire took the box. As she pulled off the top she said, "You really didn't have to…" Then she looked down and saw the necklace. Shane's necklace. The one he gave her so long ago.

It looked kind of burnt, but still shiny. "Myrnin…"

"I noticed that you didn't have that one necklace on," he began, "So I went searching. It took me a while, and I burned myself, but I found it amongst the rubble." Claire starred at the necklace, memories flooding in.

"This is probably the nicest thing you've ever done," she looked him in the eye, "Thank you." Then Claire hugged him tightly. Myrnin hesitated to hug her back, but did.

She pulled away a little to look at his dark eyes again. They just starred for a moment, and then they both leaned in, and kissed. (Cue audience: Oooooo!)

It lasted a while, around five seconds before they pulled apart simultaneously. Claire blushing brighter than the sun said, "Sorry." Myrnin, trying his best to hide a small smile, replied, "Uh, th-that's okay. Heh…"

There was an awkward silence for a few moments before Claire broke the silence. "Will you… put it on me?" Myrnin turned. "Sure." Claire was about to hand him the necklace when Myrnin opened a drawer and took out gloves. "Oh, right. It's silver," she chuckled. Myrnin smiled in return, took the necklace and hooked it around Claire's neck. As he peeled off the gloves Claire added, "You have no idea, what this means to me," she paused, "and about the kiss… I just… It brought back memories and I thought…" "It's fine," Myrnin interrupted, "I understand."

Claire stepped towards him. "Thank you. For everything."

"Everything?"

"When I found out that Shane and Eve died, I would probably have killed myself if it wasn't for you."

"Oh. Wow. Really?"

"Yeah."

"Well, my pleasure, Madam."

"Can I just…" Claire trailed off, gave herself a boost ('cause Myrnin is a lil' taller than her), and kissed him again. This was a surprise. Myrnin didn't expect to get another kiss. Claire slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. Myrnin followed suit by putting his arms around her waist.

This was followed by not one kiss, but many. Claire couldn't help herself. Myrnin had worked his way into her heart over the past year (I think it was a year. Idk.) and this past month especially. She had always felt something for him, but it never really came out till now. The two worked their way over to the couch. Claire accidentally fell down onto it. Myrnin followed. They chuckled over it in-between kisses.

Claire broke away. "Myrnin, I don't think…" Myrnin know what she meant. "Yeah. Same here." She smiled. She loved that he was so understanding. She loved his humor, the way he dressed, how smart he was…

As Myrnin stood up awkwardly and Claire scooted to the side so he could sit down eventually, she realized:

She had fallen for her insane vampire boss.