A/N: Written for the Fire challenge.

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Burned This Time

Sandra looks at her daughter and thinks of a dinner table conversation from so long ago.

Claire, fork awkwardly held in her hand, saying she had walked through fire without getting burned.

She turns to her now. "What is it?"

Sandra's eyes go to the picture in her daughter's hands; a man, bangs falling over his face, smiling uncomfortably at the camera.

"Nothin'."

She hates Noah for forcing their little girl to go into hiding.

Claire looks horrible with brown hair.

Oh, honey, Sandra thinks, staring at the sad smile on her face, you never should have played with fire.