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Don't worry - even if the vamps get angry, they won't be able to prove we did anything but bring them what we thought they were looking for."
Michael looked pleased, but worried. He worried a lot. She supposed that being trapped the way he was, that was really all he could do - fight anything that got inside to hurt them, and worry about everything else. Frustrating, she guessed.
"Hey," she said, "when does Eve go to work?"
"Four o'clock."
"But that's - "
"The night shift. I know. She's safe enough there, though, and I don't think any vamp is stupid enough to try to get in the way of that damn car. It's like being run over by a Hummer. I made her promise that Oliver would walk her to the car, and Shane's going to get her from the sidewalk inside."
Claire nodded. "I'm going with her."
"To the coffee shop? Why?"
"Because it's anonymous," she said. "Every college student in there has a laptop, and the place has free wireless. If I'm careful, they won't be able to trace who's looking up how to fake-age a book."
He gave her an exasperated look. On him, it looked cute. God. She was still noticing. She really needed to stop that, but hey. Sweet sixteen and never been kissed...
"I don't like Eve out there at night. You're definitely not going."
"If I do it here, everybody could be in danger. Including Eve."
Oh, low blow - she saw his eyes shift, but he toughed it out. "So your answer is that I let you go out there, risk your life, sit in a coffee shop with Brandon, and pretend like that's safer? Claire. In no way does that equal safer."
"Safer than the vampires deciding that everybody in this house deliberately set out to cheat them out of the thing they want most," Claire said. "We're not playing, are we? I mean, I can stop if you want, but we don't have anything else we can trade for Shane's deal. Nothing big enough. I'd let Brandon - you know - but somehow I don't think - "
"Over my - " Michael stopped and laughed. "I was going to say, 'Over my dead body,' but - "
Claire winced.
"No," he said.
"You're not my dad," she pointed out, and all of a sudden...remembered.
Shane, at the hospital, when she'd been drugged up, had said, They called your parents. Also, she distinctly remembered the words freaked out.
Oh, crap!
"Dad," she said aloud. "Oh no...um, I need to use the phone. Can I?"
"Calling your parents? Sure. Long distance - "
"Yeah, I know. I pay for it. Thanks."
She picked up the cordless phone and dialed her home number. It rang five times, then flipped over to the machine. "Hello, you've reached Les and Katharine Danvers and their daughter, Claire. Leave us a message!" It was her mom's bright, businesslike voice. When the beep sounded, Claire had a second of blind panic. Maybe they were just out shopping. Or...
"Hi, Mom and Dad, it's Claire. I just wanted to - um - say hi. I should have called you, I guess. That lab accident thing, that was nothing, really. I don't want you to be worried about me - everything's just fine.
Really."
Michael, leaning against the doorframe, was making funny faces at her. That seemed like Shane's job, somehow. She stuck her tongue out at him.
"I just - I just wanted to say that. Love you. Bye."
She hung up. Michael said, "You ought to get them to come and take you home."
"And leave you guys in this mess? You're in it because of me. Shane's in it because of me. Now that Monica knows he's back..."
"Oh, believe me, I'm not underestimating how much trouble we're in, but you can still go. And you should. I'm going to try to convince Shane to get out, too. Eve - Eve won't go, but she should."
"But - " That leaves you alone, she thought. Really alone. There was no getting out for Michael. Not ever.
Michael looked up and out the window, where the sky was gradually washing from midnight blue to a paler dawn. "My time's up," he said. "Promise me you won't go with Eve tonight."
"I can't."
"Claire."
"I can't," she said. "I'm sorry."
He didn't have time to argue, though she could see he wanted to. He walked down the hall; she heard his bedroom door close, and thought about what she'd seen downstairs in the living room. She wasn't sure how she'd handle that if she had to face it every day - it looked really painful. She supposed the worst of it, though, was his knowing that if he'd been alive, been able to walk around in the daylight, he'd have been able to stop Shane from doing what he'd done.
I wouldn't have to if you'd step up and watch my back! Shane had yelled at him, and yeah, that must have hurt just about worse than dying.
Claire went back to work. Her eyes burned, her muscles ached, but in some strange and secret place, she was happy to finally be doing something that wasn't just protecting herself, but protecting other people, too.
If it worked.
The strange thing was, she just knew it would. She knew.
She really was a freak, she decided.
Claire woke up at three thirty, bleary-eyed and aching, and struggled into a fresh T-shirt and a pair of jeans that badly needed washing. One more day, she decided, and then she'd brave the washing machine in the basement. She had monster bed-head, even though she'd barely slept for three hours, and had to stick her head under the faucet and finger fluff her hair back to something that wasn't too puke-worthy.
She stuck the laptop into the messenger-bag case and dashed downstairs; she could hear Eve's shoes clumping through the house, heading for the door.
"Wait up!" she yelled, and pelted down the stairs and through the living room just as the front door slammed. "Crap..."
She opened it just before Eve succeeded in locking it. Eve looked guilty. "You were going to leave me,"
Claire said. "I told you I wanted to go!"
"Yeah, well...you shouldn't."
"Michael talked to you last night."
Eve sighed and fidgeted one black patent leather shoe. "Little bit, yeah. Before he went to bed."
"I don't need everybody protecting me. I'm trying to help!"
"I get it," Eve said. "If I say no and drive off, what are you going to do?"
"Walk."
"That's what I was afraid of." Eve shrugged. "Get in the car."
Common Grounds was packed with students reading, chatting, drinking chai and mochas and lattes.
And, Claire was gratified to see, working on laptops. There must have been a dozen going at once. She gave Eve a thumbs-up, ordered a cup of tea, and went in search of a decent spot to work. Something with her back to the wall.
