Pairing: Claire/Kate, future fic
Claire knows, even as Kate's fingers brush against her own, that Kate's not going to stay.
Kate's a runner – and she doesn't have much choice about that. As their rescues proves, the police are still on the lookout.
Her Kate, a murderer: it doesn't seem to add up, but Claire doesn't have time for questions. There's hardly even time for Kate's rushed I'm sorry: the kiss that crashes against her lips is desperate and rushed.
But it's still Kate, Kate's taste in her mouth and on her lips, and it's impossible for Claire to realise that this is it.
Even once the door slams shut and Kate vanishes out of sight, Claire can't understand that they're never going to see each other again. She sits down on the plush hotel bed that she was sharing with Kate just hours ago, and only one thought can run through her mind: what the hell is she supposed to do now?