Disclaimer: I don't own them, they belong to SciFi. I only take them out for a walk so they can stretch their legs.
Spoilers: A small one Tiresias.
Authors Note: It was really hard hiding this story from my Bobby clone.
*A special thanks to my friend and Beta Reader Liz*
"Hey Claire, can I have my shot?" Darien asked, walking into the Keep. "Claire?" He repeated after she didn't answer. He turned the corner and saw her asleep at her desk. He didn't really want to wake her, she was sleeping so peacefully. But he really needed a shot of counteragent. "Claire, wake up." Darien said taping her on the shoulder. She moved a little and then grumbled something Darien couldn't quite make out. He tapped her shoulder again. This time she woke up and looked at him.
Realizing she had been asleep Claire looked at Darien with shock. "What are you doing here?" She asked.
"I need a shot." Darien said, showing her his tattoo.
"I gave you one two days ago." Claire replied.
"Yeah well, I had to use quicksilver." Darien said in his defense.
Claire stood up and stretched, "Why?"
"The Official called me and Bobby on an assignment." Darien paused. "Claire, my shot? Or are we going to play twenty questions?"
"Sorry," Claire said, walking over to her fridge. She pulled out a syringe of counteragent. Then she walked over to the lab chair, which Darien was already sitting in. "What time is it?" she asked, as she rapped a rubber chord around Darien's arm to find a vein.
"Almost seven." He replied.
"Wow, this late already?"
Claire injected the needle in Darien's arm. He winced from the pain. "Sorry," she said.
"It's okay. So, what are you doing tonight?" Darien asked.
"Well, there's this show on T.V. that I kinda wanted to watch. But with all the work I have to do I don't think I'll make it home on time." Claire said.
"What show?" Darien asked, with curiosity.
"Now and Again. It's a show about a..."
Darien cut her off, "Oh, I love that show. It's about this guy who fell in front of train tracks and the government uses him as a lab rat and he has no say in it." Darien said, sarcastically.
"Sorry Darien, I didn't mean to offend you by what I watch." Claire replied, a little hurt.
"Sorry Claire, I didn't mean it. I've just been a little edgy lately." Darien got off the chair, "Thanks for the shot." He turned around to leave.
He turned around. "Yeah?"
"Do you have anything to do?"
"Huh?" Darien replied, a little confused.
"Well if you're not busy, you can come over to my house Darien couldn't believe what Claire was asking. "Are you serious?"
"Of course," Claire replied. "We're friends right? And friends spend time together sometimes out of work too."
Darien smiled, "Sure Keep, I'd love to."
Darien walked to Claire's door. She had been here for a while already. He had stopped at Blockbuster on his way over to get a few movies. Claire opened the door, "Welcome to my humble abode."
Darien stepped inside her house. He whistled through his teeth, "This is a nice home." He had been in it before, but that was under different circumstances and he hadn't been looking around.
"Go ahead and have a seat. I'll be right back." Claire said, walking away.
Darien sat down on the couch and was greeted by Pavlov. "Hey there buddy," He said, scratching Pavlov's ear. Claire walked back into the living room holding a bowl of popcorn.
"So, what movies did you get?"
Darien opened up the bag and pulled out three movies,
"I got a variety so you could chose what you wanted to watch. There's Vertical Limit, Oscar and Princess Bride."
"Princess Bride, I love that movie." Claire said, barely letting him finish.
"Really? I thought I was the only person in the world who liked it."
Claire sat down on the couch setting the bowl of popcorn in the middle. Darien stood up and put the video in the VCR, then he pressed play. He sat back down and reached his hand in the bowl of popcorn. He pulled out a small handful and put some of it in his mouth. Then he looked at Claire, she was busy watching the movie. He tossed a piece at her and then looked at the TV means war!" Claire said, pulling out a handful and tossing it at him.
"Well this was fun," Darien said, standing up. He picked up the popcorn dish and walked toward the kitchen. Claire followed behind him.
"Maybe we could do this again sometime?" She said.
"Yeah, that would be nice." Darien replied. He walked back into the living room and started picking up popcorn that he and Claire had thrown during the movie. After he gathered all the popcorn he put it in the trash. "Well, I guess I should be going. See you at work tomorrow." Darien walked toward the door.
"Darien?" Claire said.
"Yeah?" He replied, as Claire walked closer to him.
"Tomorrow is Saturday."
"Oh yeah, I forgot. Sorry." He said. Darien stood there, not moving. Claire did the same. He couldn't understand all the emotions going through his head. He hadn't even realized that he felt this way about her.
Claire stood there looking at Darien, for some reason he wasn't moving. Then she realized she wasn't moving either. She was about to ask him if everything was okay when all the sudden he leaned toward her until their lips touched. She couldn't believe it, was Darien kissing her? Not Kevin as Darien, but actually Darien. Claire kissed back for a second, and then he pulled away.
Darien stood there for a second with shock. What had he just done? "I'm sorry," he said, with confusion. Then he opened her door and ran toward his car.