Ok this is my first ever fan fiction

Ok this is my first ever fan fiction. I no it may not be that great sooo review if you want to read more please! I've read many Quil and Claire stories and they are always at the stage when Claire is 16 years old, so I thought I'd write one about her in her early 20's. I hope you like. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 – Return to my Homelands

Sitting in the passenger seat of my father's car heading to the Airport; I never thought this day would come. I was for sure that I was going to live in New York the rest of my life. The city grew on me I loved the lights and the atmosphere, and here I was heading back to the one place I thought I'd never see again, La Push. It's been 10 years since I set foot on Quileute turf. It was my home land, so I should go back to it every once in a while, shouldn't I?

It really all started with my Parents…obviously! My Mum Gillian and Dad Michael had been trying to have a child for years. They had gone through all the different types of tests and treatments. It had put a huge strain on their marriage. When I finally came it was a miracle for them. Then at the Age of two, something happened! Michael wasn't impressed, whereas Gillian understood. You wouldn't call what happened normal. You hear things like this in myths and legends. What's this you might ask, well the word is imprinting. Imprinting is, well the term that I was told was that it's like love at first sight, but stronger, much stronger. It's like the ONE, your absolute soul mate, your one and only. Life has no meaning with out them. And, that person in Question was, Quil Ateara.

Like I said Michael wasn't happy about it. In his eyes it was just wrong a 16 year old 'werewolf' teenage boy imprinting on a 2 year old girl. He made it sound so dirty. Gillian understood she was glad that I had someone there to help me through my life. My Aunt Emily and my Uncle Sam tried to explain to my Father what imprinting meant, but he couldn't see eye to eye. In the end, well when I turned 6, my parents ended up divorcing…. It was hard for a 6 year old to understand how two people she looked up too, just ended up completely hating each other. Michael ended up going to work for his company in New York and Gillian decided to live in La Push close to my Aunt Emily and my Uncle Sam. It made her feel safe and gave her the stability she needed living near her sister and the pack. The pack consisted of 10 members Sam (the alpha), Quil, Jacob, Embry, Jared, Paul, Seth, Collin, Brady and Leah.

Quil was everything to me, my brother and my best friend. I had lots of great times with him. He was always there for me. He came to all my birthday parties, school plays, sport's day, anything that included me, he was there. I always thought there was something about him and his friends. Somehow they always stayed the same, never getting old. I didn't mention my thoughts to anyone, they would just change the subject and forget I'd ever said anything, they always treated me like a child, and it was irritating. When I turned 14 I was told that the werewolves in the Quileute myths were true and how the spirit warriors protected the land from the cold ones. I took it all in my stride. Until one night I was sleeping over at my Aunty Emily's. It must have been 3am when I awoke, I heard mumbles of people talking downstairs, and so I ended up crawling out of bed to head downstairs to get a glass of water, that's when I heard them, talking.

"How am I going to tell her?" I heard Quil panic.

"Not until she's ready" Uncle Sam explained "Imprinting isn't an easy subject to explain to a 14 year old."

Imprinting what the hell is that I kept wondering and what's this got to do with Quil?

"But, she needs to know. I can't keep anymore secrets from her, it's not right."

I was starting to panic, was there something wrong with me? Some sort of disease? I hate secrets! Damn them!

"How can I tell her that we are soul mates and HOW the hell I'm I going to tell her I imprinted on her when she was 2 years old!!"

What, me, Quil, soul mates? Imprinting when I was 2 years old? I ended up storming in on them demanding them to tell me what the hell was going on. Quil looked on at me in horror. Uncle Sam as the alpha he is, tried to calm me down and said he'd explain. When he finished I just sat there in shock not knowing what to do. Quil kept trying to get me to talk to him, trying to comfort me. I couldn't look at him. His eyes always looked at me so intense; it was like he was looking into my soul. I could hear it in his voice the worry and pain he was feeling. I hated seeing him in pain, I couldn't stand it.

Without thinking I got up and ran for it. I ran as fast as I could back home. I could here Quil shouting asking me to stop and he'd explain but I wasn't having any of it. I ran and I ran. Once I got to my house I banged on the door screaming for my Mum to open up. I just made it on time before Quil was outside trying to get me to open up so we could talk. I just didn't want to listen to his explanations; I was having none of it. I wanted to push him away. I needed to think for myself and not be forced into anything. Gillian tried to get him to calm down and go back to Uncle Sam's. I sat in my bedroom listening to Quil screaming and crying for me. I tried to shut it out putting my hands over my ears. I hated hearing Quil in pain. It was too much. I knew I caused it but I couldn't face him. I then heard Jacob talking trying to take Quil away. I knew it was probably in case Quil exploded into an oversized wolf.

That was the night I decided I was going to go to New York to live with my Dad. I decided I'd attend a High School there. Gillian wasn't happy about it but I had to get away from La Push, from Quil, from everything here, I need to think, live my life the way I'd like to live it. I couldn't face Quil after what happen. I was annoyed with myself and ashamed of what happened. And now here I was on the Plane back to where it all started.