Thanks to all who reviewed last chapter. It's nice to see this story getting some recognition again. At the request of a couple readers, this is a pre-date chapter. The date will be next chapter. If you would rather wait for the action, just skip this chapter and come back later.
Claire got out of the shower and dried off, hoping for all she was worth that her hair decided to behave today. Yesterday's wake-up had been a little less than welcome, even more so when it was revealed that it had been Oliver who had saved them. Claire wanted to be sick.
After getting dressed in a khaki skirt and dark green, low cut (but not slutty cut) top, she walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Now the top shelf was stocked entirely in blood filled sports bottles. She popped one in the microwave and drained it. Claire wrinkled her nose in disgust a little as Michael walked in.
"What? Old?"
Claire shook her head, "Too salty."
He turned to face her for the first time that day and his jaw almost hit the floor. Was she trying to kill him? A skirt?
Mistaking his approval for repulsion, she looked down on herself, reassessing her wardrobe choice, "Is something wrong?"
Michael rushed forward and took her in his arms, "No, no. Not at all. You're beautiful. It just struck me as a shock this morning, that's all."
Claire buried her face in his chest and sighed, "I can't exactly go to school this morning."
"Amelie's already taken care of that. You and I have to share the car I have, but I don't think that should be a problem. She's um…"
"Um?" Claire said breaking away from him. "What's um?"
"She…took you out of school."
The next 10 minutes were a flurry of Claire screaming and breaking anything she could get her hands on. Thank God that wasn't much with Michael blocking her every move with his own body or they wouldn't have anything left. When she finally calmed down, he took her face in between his hands, "She expects you to work for Myrnin until you learn everything he has to teach you."
"That's ridiculous!"
"I know it seems that way, but it might actually be beneficial. Besides," he said, kissing her. "We have a lifetime to get you through a world where the information is ever changing."
"Oh, that's romantic," Claire grumbled, rolling her eyes. "Spending the rest of my eternity reading ancient dusty volumes on alchemy and unsanitary medical techniques."
Seeing he was losing her, he cupped her chin and met her eyes, "Look, how about we spend today, just the two of us."
The loving sparkle came back in her eyes, "Really?"
"Really."
How should Claire and Michael spend their date? Should it be during the day or at night? A picnic? A movie and dinner? Just dinner? You tell me.
I'm sorry I've dropped off of this story, but I don't know when I'm going to update again.
