Basically, Claire left Morganville and its nearly killed Shane …

On his way home from work, about a week later, he decided to go into Common Grounds, he hated the place, but he could not be bothered listen to Eve and Michael anymore. Eve tried to make everything okay, and all Michael said was, "C'mon Shane, It's been two years." That helped no one.

He got into the queue. It was busy, but the line was almost empty. He got in line, behind a short girl with long brown hair, it hung to the middle of her back. She had on a beanie, and a tailored jacked with skinnies and shin high boots. She had two bags with her. Suitcases.

"A mocha please." The voice sounded familiar, he let it slide. Too many bad memories.

The girl dug in her handbag for a purse and handed the barista the money. The girl at the counter placed her mocha on the table, and she reached for it. But, she struggled to get her bags.

"Mind if I help?" Shane said.

"Sure." She said, and she turned round to face him.

He nearly had a heart attack. It was her. It was Claire! She had grown a little bit, obviously her hair was longer. She had matured so much. She reached out for him, worry crossing her face. He was about to shout her name, but a little voice in the back of his head said, she doesn't remember you, Shane! You idiot! Oh yeah, she had forgotten.. But seriously, Oh my god! This couldn't be happening! He regained himself and shrugged it off, so many questions brewing inside him. What was she doing here? Now! He grabbed her suitcases and headed over to her table.

"Mind if I sit with you?" He asked, oh god it was her! He didn't want to miss another moment with her.

"Sure." She said with the smile she had given him all those years ago, only this time she had all her teeth.

"So, what brings you to Morganville?" Nobody comes to Morganville with two suitcases.

"Oh, I got a job at, er, the university." She tried not to sound to proud, but she was pleased to get that job.

"Aren't you a little young?" He knew she was young, but it was against rules for him to tell her he knew her.

"Oh, I graduated early" She always was a little brain box. "So, what's your name?"

"Shane, Collins. Er, yeah Shane Collins." He added a lazy grin, the one she used to like.

"So Shane, what do you do?"

"Oh, I run the Morganville Daily. The town's newspaper."

"Awesome." And she smiled her smile again. His heart melted.

"What's your name?"

"Claire Danvers." She said over the rim of her mocha. She looked over at him, with a frothy moustache. Shane lunged for the napkin at the same time as her, and their hands touched. Oh how he had missed her touch. Her soft skin grazed his, leaving shivers. She pulled back, and he handed her the napkin. She wiped away her moustache and giggled. Oh her laugh, that beautiful sound would put the most majestic songbird to shame. He smiled a loppy smile in response. They both burst into laughter, just like old times.

"So, Claire. You have anywhere to stay?"

"Oh, erm. I was going to stay at a hotel but I can't find one. I'm great at planning, right?" She said and smiled, looking down. Just then, a song came on the radio. It had once been their song. All I Wanted by Paramore. He could see her singing along quietly. And he remembered the time they had listened to the album. Dancing, rocking out, making out. He laughed at the memories and she looked at him. He remembered holding her close to him, swaying to the song. All he wanted was her.

"All I wanted was you." She sang.

"I still do." He almost whispered.

"What?" She said, looking at him with her brown eyes.

"Oh, nothing." He replied. "So, nowhere to stay, eh?" She shook her head. "Well where I stay we have a spare room, you could rent it out." He knew Michael would let her. He missed her too. And so did Eve.

"Oh, really Shane?" She said getting up, ignoring her mocha.

"Yeah." He said, standing up too. She flung herself over him in a hug, oh how he missed her hugs. "I just need to text my roommates." He took out his cell, and texted:

Mike, Eve. I met Claire at CG!She's coming to live with she will remember?

And soon enough, the buzzer went off, signalling a text.

![Eve must have texted this bit]

She doesn't remember us ):

Bring her home, Shane!

Mike&Eve

He carried her bags back to the Glass house, luckily it wasn't too far away. He didn't mind, Claire always packed light.

He turned his keys in the lock, opened the door.

"We've got a live one!"

The exact words Eve had said a few year ago when Claire officially moved into the Glass House.

For the first time.