A.N: So it's exam time again - MOCK exams over here in England - and I'm finding myself writing little snippets like these during revision periods when I should technically be revising. I dunno what I think of this, it's a bit strange, but ah well.
Warning though, canon Paire and spoilers up to Season 2 Episode 6.
Lyrics at the beginning belong to Mindy Smith, and the song's called Hurricane. Enjoy. :)
"I felt the faint trace of thunder...but there's no sign of you anywhere…"
At this point in time, Claire can hardly recognise the face that stares at her in the mirror. The stunt at school the other day would have been something Jackie would have thought-up…well, if Jackie could fall 40ft and walk away without a scratch. And Claire had gone along in it. Why?
To feel alive again.
She smiles grimly at her reflection. Well, that was the truth; the only time she'd ever felt alive seemed like years ago…when she was with –
But, no, she's promised herself not to go there again, because all these silly little memories of him are going to drive her crazy if they carry on. She can't stop these memories leading into her dreams though; the ones where she imagines him closing his arms around her and taking them up into the moonlit sky…
Silly, you did that with West the other night.
Now she frowns at her reflection as if it is to blame for the remark, petite mouth pouting and her eyes displeased. She knows that, she's not stupid, but she'd rather pretend it was someone else rather than the lanky boy with the dark eyes that almost-kinda-looks like him.
Claire sighs and turns away from the mirror, dropping onto her bed with a soft 'thump' and lying on her stomach, legs kicking up in the air. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees her reflection copy her, that sad fragment of the girl she knew before she'd moved to Costa Verde, became 'normal' and had a boyfriend that could fly.
Poor West, she likes him a lot, she really does, but she doesn't trust him the way she does…well, did –
No. Does. Does. He's not gone. He's alive somewhere.
"This is crazy…" She mutters to herself, head buried into her pillow. And it is because it's simply illogical; no-one could have survived that kind of explosion.
Except people who can regenerate.
Claire bites back the urge to scream into her pillow, as these are the sorts of thoughts that had been buzzing around in her head for the past few months, and they aren't really getting her anywhere other than endless evenings of crying herself to sleep, which lead to endless nights of dreaming about him…
With another sigh, Claire rolls herself onto her back; stares at the ceiling with mournful eyes:
"If you are safe…come back, please," she whispers to thin air, "I need you."
And then the phone rings, the moment is lost, and Claire has to talk to West and pretend that she's not mourning her dead uncle who means a lot more to her than just simple blood relation. And in the midst of it all she's hoping, just hoping that somehow, Peter had heard her. Except that, well…that would just be crazy, wouldn't it?