OK, I'll admit, that last one wasn't my best work ever. Thank you for pointing that out to me. And thank you, Cloebabe95, for the nice comment. Needless to say, I will try for improvement, although this one has been sitting in my Doc X box for a while now, and it's really just me goofing with the characters. And yes, I put myself in this story.

Don't judge me. Other people do it, too, and I thought I'd give it a go.

Enjoy. (hopefully)


"I still don't get it." Claire said, squinting at the chalk board in the Glass house living room.

"Yes, Indeed." Said Myrnin, equally perplexed. "It is an enigma, unsolvable and pesky."

Dantea massaged her temples gently, eyes closed. "OK. Lets go over this again." She slapped her ruler against a crudely drawn stick figure in a dress, 'Claire' scrawled over its head. "There's you,"

"OK, I get that part." Claire said.

Dantea smiled encouragingly. "Yes. And then there's Myrnin." The ruler slid over to a male stick figure, 'Myrnin' scribbled over it's head.

"OK"

"And then there's you and Myrnin." Now the ruler moved to the plus sign between the two.

". . . .You lost me again."

"It's so simple though!"

"Maybe," said Myrnin, "Maybe. . . . shes talking about some kind of human/vampire hybrid!" His eyes lit up.

"No. No. NO!" Dantea growled. "It's called Myrnin/Claire! It's this fanfiction thing where-"

"I got it!" Claire shouted. "She means like in algebra! A positive plus a negative equals a negative! If you combine my DNA and yours, we get a second Oliver!"

"That's brilliant!" Myrnin exclaimed. "The only problem is that we don't want a second Oliver!"

"NO! NO! NO! it's a romance genre! You and Myrnin together!"

"But that can't be what you mean." Myrnin said, as if talking to a particularly dimwitted child. "Rachel Cain set me up as a self destructive mad man destined to be alone and miserable, and Claire is with that Collins fellow-"

"I said no." Dantea argued. "You. Don't. Have. To. Listen. To. The. Author!"

Myrnin stared at her a minuet, then glanced at Claire. "Is she speaking human? I'm not human, I don't speak that language."

Claire was still staring at her in horror. "But hes...hes...hes so old!" She cried.

Dantea rubbed the bridge of her nose in annoyance. "Look. The fans of Morganville want to see-"

She was interrupted when, with a clatter and a bang, the closet door fell to the ground and Shane tumbled out, wrapped head to foot in pink duct tape with a sock shoved in his mouth.

"Mmmhhhmmm! Muhhmmh!"

Dantea sighed. "God damn it!"


Yes, I am a Myrnin/Claire fan, although I can't see that actually happening in the book, this is fanfiction, and I can do what I want. I promis to try and make this better, until then, please, continue to tell me how I can make this better.

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