Hi everyone! It's been quite a while since I've delved into the world of Fanfiction; life happened. It was actually a dream about Morganville that brought me back here, so I thought I should at least update this story while I'm here, it would be a shame to let this one go.

I have several chapters written, but it's been a long time since I've read through any of them, so I expect a few of them need a little bit of jiggery pokery to get them ready for you all! In the meantime, enjoy!

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When Claire Danvers woke up, for a few long, glorious moments, nothing was wrong. She let out a soft, contented sigh and rolled over onto her back. Or, at least, she tried to. Instead, she fell onto the floor with a solid thud, dragging the quilt she was led under with her. It was then that Claire realised she wasn't in her own room, taking in her surroundings, she realised it smelt like Myrnin's lab, but the room was unfamiliar to her.

A double bed sat behind her, a rickety looking wooden frame holding the mattress up off of the floor. There was a large wardrobe towards the foot of the bed, up against the corner of the wall; a wooden chest of drawers sat in the opposite corner, looking just as old as the other furniture in the room. For what she thought was Myrnin's lab, the room was surprisingly tidy.

With a start she remembered what had happened to her; Bishop, he'd turned her, oh God.

Legs trembling, Claire stood up, taking the quilt off of her and laying it over the bed behind her. Haltingly, she made her way to the door and let herself out into the corridor.

Definitely the lab, she thought, she'd walked this corridor dozens of times, but she'd never paid any mind to this room.

Making her way to the lab was a mixture between knowing her way and following the sound of voices. It sounded like they were arguing.

"Michael lived with us after he turned and none of us died! Why is Claire any different?"

That was Eve, Claire thought with a soft sigh, a pang of bitterness hitting her as she remembered the argument before Bishop had taken her.

"Claire's already tried to attack one human." Oliver pointed out.

"So did I!" Michael protested as Claire came to a stop around the corner from where they were all stood. "Sam had to stop me."

There were a few moments of silence in which Claire awkwardly waited.

"Regardless," Amelie, "Bishop could have done anything to Claire, she may not be her own person."

Someone opened their mouth to argue with her, but Myrnin's soft voice cut across them before they could speak. "Perhaps," he began, "we should save this conversation for when the subject of it is not eavesdropping?"

Damnit, Claire thought, of course he'd noticed her.

She edged around the corner to take in the room, everyone was staring at her.

Amelie occupied the lone armchair, Sam stood behind her, leaning on the back of the chair. Richard, Hannah and Shane shared the couch, Michael stood behind it, his arms folded across his chest, and Eve stood between the couch and the armchair, obviously a product of her arguing with Amelie. Oliver was leaning against a bookshelf, his arms had previously been folded, but upon seeing her they fell to his sides and his body tensed, preparing to intercept her if needed.

Myrnin was stood closest to Claire, he leant against a wall casually, his arms crossed and his long hair falling into his face. When he saw her, he beamed and stepped away from the wall, towards her, his eccentrically long, black coat swishing slightly behind him.

"Claire! Nice of you to join us! How are you feeling?"

She wasn't sure if it was comforting or off-putting that he was the only one acting like everything was normal.

"What's going on?" Claire asked, ignoring his question completely, in favour of her own. "Why am I here?"

"We feel," Amelie began, ignoring Eve's indignant snort, "that for the time being it is for the best if you live in the lab instead of the Glass House."

"Why?" Claire frowned. "Michael didn't hurt any of us when you turned him."

Eve gestured furiously as Claire relayed her point.

"Be that as it may, we were fully aware of the circumstances surrounding Michael's transition. Bishop could have done any number of things to influence you."

"You think he's controlling me." Claire translated with a sigh, there was no point arguing with Amelie, she could tell.

Amelie nodded curtly. "His blood could also have any number of unforeseen affects on you."

"You think I'm going to what, go crazy? Attack everyone?"

"It is a possibility we must account for, Claire." Amelie sighed, the unspoken implication of the tension between Claire and her housemates written clearly in her tone. "This situation is far from ideal and I am sorry that it has happened, but we must deal with the consequences. Myrnin will be able to help you learn, he can also run tests to confirm any ill affects you may have from Bishop's influence, and, should anything go wrong, he is powerful enough to stop you."

Claire's eyes darted over to wear Myrnin stood and he offered her a soft, reassuring smile. He wouldn't hurt her if he could help it, Claire hoped that was what it meant, and there was worse company she supposed, she could be being forced to stay with Oliver.

"This is not forever, Claire," Amelie offered, standing from her armchair, "but it is for the foreseeable future."

Claire nodded slowly, looking at her friends. Eve and Michael were looking back at her sadly, but Shane was staring at the floor. He hates vampires, Claire thought, feeling tears sting her eyes, he hates her. They'd already been in a rocky place, him accusing her of cheating with Myrnin, and now she was a vampire and having to live with him. This could push their relationship over the edge.

Michael twitched slightly, and then Claire was engulfed in his arms in a tight hug.

"I'm so sorry, Claire." He murmured, and somehow, she knew he wasn't talking about the fact that she was a vampire. He hadn't liked being a part of the argument any more than she had. "You're going to be fine, Kiddo." Michael whispered softly to her as she hugged him back, burying her face in his chest, he'd obviously reached the same conclusion as her: arguing with Amelie was pointless. "If anyone can handle this, it's you."

Claire laughed softly, but, somewhere on the way out, it turned into a sob and Michael brought a hand up to run through her hair lightly.

"Damnit it, Sam, get the hell out of my way so I can hug my best friend!" Eve snapped, causing Michael and Claire to separate and look around, although Michael kept an arm around her shoulders, whether to comfort Claire or protect eve she wasn't sure. "Move, before I shove a goddamned stake up your ass!"

Oliver and Myrnin snorted, but Sam refused to move.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Eve."

As much as Claire wanted to argue with him, she knew he was right. She was still kind of mad at Eve and she could hear Eve's heartbeat calling to her; the sound of her blood rushing through her veins, and she knew that if she bit her just there then she would-

Claire shook her head slightly, dispelling her thoughts, what the hell was she thinking? That was her best friend!

"Sam's right." Claire interrupted before Eve could form another threat, and the latter looked around at her with wide, glossy eyes. "I can't risk hurting you, Eve."

Something in Claire's face stopped the rebuttal that Eve was forming and instead she shook her head softly.

"I hate this."

"Me too," Claire smiled softly, swallowing a lump in her throat, "but its for the best, and I'll be back before you know it."

"You'd better be." Eve smiled, a tear slipping from her eye, and it was then that Claire noticed that she wasn't wearing any makeup, she'd been crying a lot. For some reason, this didn't make Claire feel sad, as it should have done, instead she felt amused, it'd be so easy to take her; she was so weak and-

"I do believe it's time that you all left." Myrnin announced, striding over to where Oliver stood and opening the door in the wall, a portal to the glass house already formed, his coat flapping behind him again and his bare feet slapping against the floor purposefully. Oliver disappeared in another direction, some sort of message passing between the two self-proclaimed arch-enemies. Even more weirdly, no-one argued with him, filing over to the portal.

Shane, Richard and Hannah quickly filed out, the latter two shooting smiles in Claire's direction, but that didn't stop her heart from plummeting to her stomach. Eve loitered by the door as Michael lightly kissed the top of Claire's head and gave her another quick hug. He was next to Eve in the next second and took her hand to guide her through the door.

Myrnin shut it behind them, probably with a little more force than necessary, and, bizarrely, locked it, pocketing the old key. He was watching her with quickly disguised apprehension and Claire found herself frowning.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Claire asked, but she quickly realised the answer when she felt her new teeth prodding her bottom lip. Oh, she thought, no wonder everyone had left without arguing, she could only imagine how she looked. Now that she thought about it, her throat really hurt.

"Why don't you have a seat, Claire?" Myrnin asked, ignoring her question and smiling at her. "You must be tired."

Claire nodded slightly, and quickly found herself in the freshly vacated couch.

Oliver returned a moment later and handed off a large polystyrene cup with a lid and straw to Myrnin, who took it and offered it to Claire.

"Drink up, little one."

Claire took the cup with a frown. "What is it?"

A raised eyebrow from Myrnin told her all she needed to know and she exhaled, slumping slightly on the couch.

Myrnin knelt in front of her with a soft sigh. "It will get easier, Claire, I promise."

She nodded slowly, and hesitantly brought the straw to her lips, Myrnin's encouraging smile egging her on. Soon enough, the cup was empty; her fangs receded and eyes brown again, and Myrnin gently took it from her shaking hand. Absently, Claire noticed that Amelie and Sam had both left, Oliver remained in the corner, but with a curt movement of Myrnin's head, he took his leave too.

Claire let her eyes shut and tried to compose herself, she didn't know how long she would be able to take this. Shane hadn't even been able to look at her, she'd tried to kill Richard, she'd wanted to attack Eve.

"Claire, fy annwyl…" Myrnin trailed off, not seeming to know what to say as tears made their presence known, after a moment he settled for sitting next to her on the couch and wrapping an awkward arm around her shoulders.

Claire turned into his side, wrapping her arms around his midsection as she began to cry in earnest, her small body shaking with the sheer force of her sobs.