AN: The flashbacks on the last chapter were written with help from the "Shadow Anthrology" website.

Disclaimer: The plot and characters do not belong to me but to Tim Kring & NBC

Chapter 2:

It was morning. She stretched her arms and slowly opened her eyes, yawning. She winced and brought her left arm up to protect her eyes from the sun as it was shining in her face. She looked around. She gasped and hurriedly sat up, panicking as she took in her surroundings. She was in an unfamiliar room and in an even more unfamiliar bed. She squinted her eyes to adjust their focus when she saw a half naked man in her room, wearing only a towel around his waist, rummaging in the closet. She sighed in relief when she realised who it was. 'Peter'.

He turned his head to the source calling his name.

Peter: "Morning Claire".

Claire: "Morning" she smiled but it quickly disappeared as she considered the situation. 'wait, how did I get in the bed? And why is he half-naked? Oh my god--' she looked under the covers to check if she was clothed. She was wearing her white tank top and her underwear. 'how'd I get out of my clothes?!' Her eyes widened and looked up at him accusingly.

Peter heard her inner meltdown and turned more now so as to face her completely, grinning. He started walking towards her and stopped in front of her at the bed.He sat down and lift his head to kiss her forehead. "Last night was amazing" her heart skipped a beat. She stared into his eyes, flushed.

"Was it as good for you as it was for me?"

Her eyes nearly popped out. "WhAT?!"

He chuckled, not able to keep up the charade. She realised she had just been taken for a fool. "OH!" She groaned in fury. She grabbed a pillow from behind her and flung it at him.

Peter: "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself"

Claire:" So how did I get here? In this bed? The last thing I remember was talking to you, on the couch and being really tired--"

Peter:"Yeah, you fell asleep, so I brought you here, thought you'd be more comfortable"

Claire:"So you carried me" it was more a statement than a question. "Ok, so what about my clothes? Did you... undress me?" she said getting that last part out hesitatingly.

Peter:"No, no, it wasn't like that. Well, I did take off your sweater but you were still fully dressed after that. You must have...gotten more comfortable later on, by yourself" he reassured her.

Peter:"I hope you know that I wouldn't take advantage of you like that" he said sincerely. She nodded, her expression telling him she knows.

Peter: "But I gotta say, you should have seen the look on your face when you thought that we'd-- you know. It was priceless." She grabbed another pillow and started hitting him with it, pushing him on his back on the bed. "Oh, you think you're funny?"

Peter: "Little bit, yeah". He was laughing harder, making her angrier. She got on top of him and straddled him unconsciously, still hitting him. "Stay…out…of…my…HEAD!"

Peter:"Stop…Claire, I can barely breath" he pleaded, holding his sides from laughter.

Claire: "Do I amuse you? You, you--ugh, I am soo going to get back at you for this. Mark my words, when you least suspect it, I will so--"

Peter: "Come on Claire, I was kidding. Please?" he said giving her his best puppy dog eyes.

Claire: "Not until you say the magic words."

Peter:" I give, I give, I'm sorry" he said, putting his hands up to surrender.

Claire starts hitting him again, not satisfied by his answer. This time, he flips her around so that he's on top of her and tickles her sides.

She laughs hysterically. "Stop it" she whined.

Peter:"oh you can dish it out but you can't take the heat?" he said laying on top of her.

Her expression changed.

Claire: "Please promise me you'll stay out of my head" she said with a serious tone.

His also changed, mimically.

Peter : "ok, I will"

Claire:"Promise me"

Peter:"I promise"

They gazed at eacb other for a moment until it occured to Peter that not only were they both half naked but he was also on top of her. This was inappropriate on so many levels, he thought. He was supposed to be protecting her and less than 24 hours since she's been here and this happens. He tenses and clears his throat, slowly getting up.

"Ahem, uh you hungry? We should go get some breakfast. I'd cook but there's nothing in the fridge that's edible".

She smirks. 'Typical man' she thought shaking her head.

Peter:"Hey now, I am far from typical i'll have you know"

Claire:"Peter! You promised!"

He opened his mouth to defend himself but stopped. "You're right, i'm sorry. It won't happen again". He turned to leave to get dressed and let her get ready for breakfast but turned back around.

Peter: "Oh um, there are some towels in the hall closet and some women's clothes in the armoire". 'Oh' Claire thought, it hadn't occured to her. Of course, he has a girlfriend, a great guy like him? It's a no brainer.

Claire: "Oh, um, won't your girlfriend mind though?"

Peter's expression saddened as he thought of Simone. "Ahem, no, it's fine, she won't be coming back"

Claire noticed the change. She wondered who this woman was and thought how lucky she was to be with such a wonderful person.

Claire: "Ok, thanks"

Later, when she had finished showering and getting dressed, she heard Peter call out to her so they could leave.

Claire:"I'm coming" she singsonged.

She came out of the room and passed by him, heading for the door. He looked at her and looked a bit disturbed, running his hand through his hair. He hadn't realised that seeing her wear Simone's clothes would affect him so much. She saw his expression and grew concerned.

Claire:"Peter, is something wrong?" she asked, oblivious.

He didn't answer right away, then shook his head 'no'. "Let's go" he said and followed her out.

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Author's note: Hey! I know this was a little short but I hope to make up for it in the next chapter! Anyways, please leave your reviews, they make for great motivation:D