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| Claire's Problem By: Banshee |
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| E-mail address for feedback: [email protected] Spoilers: Ummm. I guess it has kind of a big-ish spoiler for 'Brother's Keeper' [See notes for more] Summary: To bad the past never stays in the past. Part of Claire's has caught up with her and now is has a little bit of a problem. Notes: First off thanks to Nightshade for the quick beta. I try never to post with out one. <g> Also I kind of took some liberties with what happened in 'Brother's Keeper' to get this story to work right. Think missing scene. I'm sure you will understand what I mean when you read this. As always feed back is welcome and ideas are encouraged. I can't get better with out help. Claire's Problem by Banshee Had Claire been the overly nervous kind, she would have been standing in one corner shaking and wringing her hands. As is was she was pacing the Keep with agitated steps, mumbling under her breath, and only wringing her hands occasionally. "This is not happening. It is just not happening," muttered Claire again for the twentieth time as she made yet another pass around the lab. "How did this happen?" she asked the empty room. Of course she knew full well how it had happened. She had been right there. What she couldn't understand is why it had happened. How had she let herself get into that situation, let alone give into it. Her mind though back on the time in question and suddenly images flashed before her, both exiting and horrifying all rolled into one. The sounds of a voice telling her how beautiful she was. Calling her by endearments and nick names that she had always loved and had not heard in years. The feel of experienced and knowledgeable fingers that knew all of her hidden places, and brought out feelings and responses that had been long absent. Along with these familiar feelings had also come a rush of new experiences. Soft, lush brown hair long enough to run her fingers though. The long lanky body, with it's smooth sun kissed skin covering lean corded muscles. The smell, clean and spicy, that was both familiar and new. And of course there was the face with it's ever expressive deep brown eyes. Darien's eyes, but it hadn't been Darien. It had been Kevin's mind. His feelings, his impulses, but it had been Darien's body over hers. Kevin's words delivered with Darien's husky voice. Kevin's knowledge but Darien's hands. Claire paused in her pacing and closed her eyes shaking off the images, but could still feeling phantom hands move along her skin. Trying harder, her eyes squeezing shut so hard moisture almost threatened to escape, she finally got herself back under control. How was she going to tell him? It was hard enough to deal with Darien now, with him oblivious to what had happened. She had hoped that she could go on like nothing had happened, but found herself to tied up in it emotionally. In an attempt to get a better handle on things she had gone back to her standard 'pushing everyone away', but that hadn't work either. Fawkes may put on a good show of not caring and wandering his way aimlessly though things, but that was not the case. Because for better or worse it really was just that, a show. The more she retreated back behind her mask that she had used for years on the job, the more she could see his pain at being shoved away for some unknown reason. Things could not go on this way. Darien needed all the friends he could get, the agency and his gland problem making it damn near imposable for him to form any kind of outside attachments. A rather social creature by nature, the agency life style was taking it's toll on the young agent, and her actions were not helping matters. The last thing she needed right now was for him to slide back into depression. So that meant things were going to have to change. But how was she going to do it? How would she tell Darien - her co-working, her friend, someone that he depended on to help not hurt- that she slept with his brother. Kevin who was dead and just happened to be residing within Darien's own body. And 'then' how to tell Darien that not only had she sleep with Kevin while in his body, without his knowledge or permission by the way, but that she was now very definitely pregnant with his child? Just how did one do that? For some reason non of her life experiences were moving to the for front to help deal with the problem. Rubbing her temples in a useless attempt to ward off an on coming headache she asked to no on in particular, "How am I going to tell him?" "Tell who, what?" Whipping around so fast that she not only knocked over a beaker sitting on a table next to her, but just about gave herself whiplash, Claire stared in shock and something close to total panic at Hobbes and Fawkes as they entered the lab. ~end~ Ideas? Suggestions? Let me know. I can't get any better if you guys don't tell me what I did wrong. Banshee |