Note: I am so in love with Quinlan... I haven't read the books yet, can't find them anywhere to buy them. So if this seems out of character, you'll just have to forgive me. This is how I picture him so far, those who have read the books tell me if I'm dead on or not, k? I've only seen him in the show. Season 1 finale is this coming up Sunday, maybe it'll show more of him...

I know he wouldn't just jump into a relationship but that, my friends, is why they call it FANFICTION.

I don't care if he doesn't have anything to go at it with, I just want to hold him! *pitiful whine*

I don't own The Strain or the characters, I only wish I could keep Quinlan locked in my closet.

((Update)): Is this REALLY the ONLY fanfiction of Quinlan?! Am I really the only one to write about him?

"We try to catch you in the night

The moon shines in a different light

We see into your fragile eyes

No more time to cry"

- BlutEngel: Vampire Romance Part One

"You're here again." Quinlan heard the young woman approach him from behind on the rooftop.

He would come up here at random and every time he would find her, sitting close to the edge and reading.

"You should not come up here at night." He said without facing her.

"At night is the only time I feel comfortable enough to leave the apartment."

"Correction, you should not come up here alone at night."

She sat down in her usual spot and opened her book.

"Someone as beautiful as you can be vulnerable to many things."

"Who said I couldn't protect myself?"

Quinlan turned to face her and saw her looking up into his eyes. The wind moved her black hair out of her pale face. She stood up and approached him, slowly as if she was afraid he would run away. Her pale hand reached out and he turned around before she could touch him.

"You have no idea what you are getting yourself into, girl."

"I don't?" She gave a quick laugh, "I know what you are and I'm not afraid."

He was attracted to this woman, one reason he would always come back when he was able.

"This won't work."

"Says you."

He turned back and looked into her piercing blue eyes. Half of him told him to run, to not get close to anyone. It would end in disaster. But the other half of him told him to go for it, he deserved to feel something at least once in his life.

She reached back up and touched his face with a gentle smile, his hand reaching up to touch hers.

"You're not afraid?"

"No."

"Then you are an idiot."

"Perhaps."

She pulled him down so their lips could meet in a gentle kiss...

Note: I tried... And most likely failed epically.