Hello my beautiful readers might I say you all look fancy today with your fancy hair and fancy eyes and fancy smile just over all fancy. Oh and for some of you this is important: somewhere Eleven has to explain to Brian that Amy and Rory aren't coming back and someone needs to water the plants. Ok so onto the story

Claire

Cold hands trailed my body sending a shiver running in the opposite direction of their hands. I tried to gather a name, but my mind was whirring from the contact. There was a voice next to my ear, but it was like trying to hear someone speak underwater. I whimpered and I heard my name being called softly, "Claire." I tried to grasp who was saying it, yet nothing made sense. This time the voice was a little louder as the hands grew more and more tantalizing. "Claire." I let out a strangled gasp and the voice was very distinct now shaking me as well. The hands that were once cold with a burning passion were now warm with a vice grip on my shoulders. I stumbled out of the dream with a little less then myself conscious.

"Hmm?" I asked dreamily my eyes still closed and pleading for the dream to return.

"Claire are you awake?" The voice called beside me.

"No let me finish my dream." I mumbled almost incoherently.

"No you were whimpering. Was it a nightmare?" They asked worriedly.

"Would I want to see the end of a nightmare?" The voice grumbled something and pushed me off my bed. I took the blankets with me wrapping myself up as I rolled around the floor.

"Hey." They got up and I opened one eye. Obviously Shane. But he wasn't the one in my dream. There was no way. I put my head back down. No I distinctly remembered they were wearing some sort of ring. I tried to think of where I had seen that ring before and it fazed me. Shane picked me up, or so I thought. He really just took all of the blankets rolling me out of them and put them back on my bed. I lay on the floor a little bit more and finally the draft from under the door awoke me. Normally I am a morning person, not this morning. This morning I just wanted to keep dreaming. But that wouldn't make sense. Dreams are only a side effect of REM caused by the release of acetylcholine. But wasn't it Freud who said that only the troubled dreamed and that's how they learn to apply those actions in the dream to real life influences. I shook my head as I got up and began to get dressed. But Hobson said that dreams are used as mental housekeeping. As a way to solidify memories. What if this was somehow Déjà Vu. I pulled my shirt over my head and continued to mill over this as I trudged down the stairs. Eve said hi and I waved absent mindedly. I drank my coffee sorting through my memories. Eve waved a hand in my face and I slowly blinked.

"Sorry Eve. I was thinking." I said putting the coffee down.

"What were ya thinkin about?" She putting emphasize on the t. I shook my head.

"Nothing." I said pouring the rest of my coffee into hers.

"You can't think about nothing there has to be something." She took a sip.

"No I can to think about nothing. Nothing can be personified in many ways. A face in the crowd, a long ago memory, or something in your gut saying Eve I have to go to work. I hate to leave, but work equals money and money means I can stay here." She gave me a look and her powder white face scrunched up.

"Fine Ms. Smarty Pants, go to your money paying job." She filled up her cup to top it off and walked out. I put my glass in the dishwasher and grabbed my bag. I decided to walk and I stared blankly ahead thinking for the whole way. I hadn't realized I had walked into the trap door spider's lair until a shiver passed through me and I almost ran into the door. Oops put the dream aside. Work stays at work and dreams stay in my bed. I opened the door and glided down the stairs. I set my back pack down and looked at my phone. I was early. That's odd. I am either always late or on time. Early he'll be surprised. I even walked. I looked around and he was nowhere to be seen. I put on an hmph-ok frown and walked like a toy soldier around the lab. It had been cleaned since I had last been here. That was good news. Means I wouldn't trip over anything as I pranced around. And then I did. I laughed as I fell so that way the pain wouldn't be as bad. (try it sometimes it really works). I was ready to fall when arms were around me holding me up. My laughter stopped abruptly. I looked up and Myrnin was looking at me with pursed lips and his eye brows were furrowed together.

"You're early." He put me back on my feet and turned around to the table. He mumbled something else, but I didn't catch it. He turned back around. "What are you doing here so early?" He walked back towards me. I stumbled for words. I decided to just shake my head. He scowled and returned to the table. He waved me over and I gladly joined. Working silence was one thing awkward silence was another.

"Do you think we can center our focus around the physics of dreams today?" He looked at me curiously. I explained, "Well since no one has broken down the actual evidence and cause of dreams. Like how it is our mind chooses certain things to focus on and why even though we dream every night we hardly remember most of the dreams the next morning. And why people who have a higher IQ dream more." I looked at his face and a strange emotion passed through it. A flash rippling across, but was gone. It looked a lot like his manic side and I was worried he was going to go all bipolar, but he composed himself. It looked like glee almost. Just pure glee as though he had been expecting it.

"Of course if you so choose. Where do you want to start?" He put his hands on the table and cleared away a space big enough to work in. I thought it over. Ah. I didn't want him to get suspicious.

"Instead of Déjà Vu could there be a function that tells of the oncoming future in snippets?"I tried to explain it as best I could. "Take, for example, I dream of something and it is so real I perceive it to be a memory or a future event. Only you don't see the whole thing you only get clips of it like a flashback." I waited for his reaction as he thought it over. He gave me a thoughtful look and flashed over to one of the shelves around us. He came back with a book. I tried to read the title, but a) it was French and b) it had so much dust on it it was hard to tell if it even had a name. He began flipping through the pages and stopped with an audible 'Ah Ha'. He began reading, or translating by the way his eyes were darting over words.

"Déjà Vécu is what most people are experiencing when they think they are experiencing déjà vu. Déjà vu is the sense of having seen something before, whereas déjà vécu is the experience of having seen an event before, but in great detail – such as recognizing smells and sounds. This is also usually accompanied by a very strong feeling of knowing what is going to come next." He closed the book with a satisfied smile and dust billowed around him hiding his face. When the dust cleared he was looking at the dust with a grimace. I chuckled a little.

"But what if I didn't hear or smell anything." He darted away and I was talking to air for a minute. "It was just sight and touch." I heard a noise diagonally behind me. I turned in that direction and he was sitting there looking through the books. He solemnly wiped away dust off of one.

"Yes I guess that could happen, it's less often because when you are dreaming sight and touch take a bit of a back seat ride to smell and hearing. The same as you can't read in a dream because reading involves the opposite side of your brain from dreaming." He trailed off as if he realized something. He looked to the upper left of the roof. "I couldn't have read the clock." I didn't understand. What clock. He looked at me. Slowly walking closer. "What were you doing here two days ago?" He squinted. I almost forgot about that.

"I uh – "I couldn't think of a good excuse. "I forgot something." I looked him in the eye even though it pained me to do so.

"You're lying." He looked sane. What if he was going to hurt me? It was kind of inappropriate to come back and well spy on him.

"Why were you so sad?" I asked. I wanted to know. His eyes opened in shock. He was on the other side of the table in an instant. I scared him. Hmph.

"Did you plan on an experiment Miss Claire?" He was looking at the table clearing away items. I looked at his hands and a light flashed off of his finger. I focused on looking for the light again and saw he was just wearing the usual Myrnin wardrobe. I looked at the ring a little closer and something was nagging at the back of my mind when I looked at it. I tried to grasp for something, but the murkiness of confusion clogged my mind. Come on. Come on. That ring where have I seen it before? When I finally figured it out I stumbled as though I was hit in the chest. It felt like I was hit in the chest as well. I couldn't gain my balance and I felt myself hit the second table. I gasped as the dream crept back into my mind. It clouded my sight but the last thing I saw was Myrnin looking at me with worry spread across his face. The voice cleared and I could hear it clearly now. "I love this experiment." The dream released me and I felt the same hands on me trying to hold me up. I was more shocked than anything. How could I dream of my boss? And like it? I wasn't scared for some reason. How had this happened? I had always thought Myrnin was well you had to admit he was very attractive, but I was dating Shane. And I had never dreamed of him before. Well not like this anyways. He had been speaking to me and I looked at him for the first time since he had come closer. I hadn't realized I was still looking at where he was before.

"What?" I asked my voice scratchy still trying to collect myself.

"Are you alright?" He had his hands on my shoulders and I managed to stand up enough for him to let go. He didn't. And the strange thing, I didn't make him.

"I-I don't know." I shook my head trying to figure out what had sparked this insanity to dream of Myrnin. He flashed away and was back before I blinked. He had that gadget in his hand and the light showed up quickly before it was shut off he looked at the screen and an odd expression crossed his face. He looked back at me and I couldn't decipher what he was thinking. He put it away and came back with a chair.

"Sit down." He stated motioning to the seat.

"Why? Am I ill?" I put the back of my hand to my forehead. "Why do you keep doing that thing?" I finally sat down.

"What thing?" He had a chair as well. I gave him a look. "So tell me what happened." I gulped. What do I say? The truth? Sure like he wasn't manic enough. A lie? He would know. God I was stuck.

"What do you mean?" He sighed resting his chin in his hands.

"Don't lie to me little Claire. Tell me what it was that upset you." I couldn't bring myself to tell him. I opened my mouth and then shut it again.

"I don't find it appropriate." I stated shifting my legs around.

"Claire you can tell me anything. You do realize that? I won't tell a soul." He put one hand over his heart and crossed it with the other. I had to admit it took a lot for him to make that sort of promise.

"Who would you tell?" I tried to joke, but his face remained stoic. I crossed and uncrossed my legs. "I – uh," I cleared my throat. "Ihadadreamaboutyou." I said quickly hoping he wouldn't pick up on my words. He gave me a look telling me to clarify. "Imayormaynothavehadadreamabo utyou."

"Claire." He said softly. "Please. Enunciate." He said slowly as if to set an example. I decided to just get it out.

"I may or may not have had a dream about you." He sat back in his chair.

"Well what is so wrong with that?" He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Because this wasn't a normal dream." I tried to get him to get it, but he still looked puzzled. "I had never um," I felt my hands get sticky with sweat on my thighs. "Dreamt of you in such a setting." He squinted turning his head a fraction then it clicked and his eyes widened.

"Oh." He scooted back in courtesy of the awkward situation. "Well then why had you only come to this conclusion now?"

"Your ring. It was uh there too." He looked down at his hand.

"Hence your fascination with dreams all of the sudden." I nodded. Then saw he wasn't looking and verbalized,

"Yea. Sorry." I stood up. He looked up.

"Why are you sorry? Dreams cannot be controlled, merely accepted into different terms. Only you can choose how to accept it." He stood up slowly and went back to the table. "You may leave if you find the situation too uncomfortable and you would like to have time to decide how to interpret your dream." He had observed a lab from a few days ago.

"No I think I have either been late or absent enough don't you think?" I tried to lighten the mood and he looked up with a childish smile. It was unexpected.

"Well then we should get started, shall we proceed?" I smiled and walked over. Glad that he hadn't gone totally crazy. At least not that I had noticed.

So I am sooo sooo sooooooo sorry this took so long but I was stumped and just was out of ideas ill finish this up it was only going to be quick and start up with my others surely I thank you all for the reviews and I was planning on getting to Myrnin but it was getting too long because this would have been roughly four if I had gone to Myrnin's POV so I kept it Claire so thank you for reading see ya'll soon