Yay! My first chapter of Patience. =D I just want to say it now, I probably won't update regularly. There will probably be some OOC, too. Well, on with the fanfiction. Enjoy! (And review please. =3 ) This is my first regular fanfiction story thingy too, so, yeah. That's why it might stink.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Twilight characters. Or anything else Twilight related. They all belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer.

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Chapter 1: Imprinting on a Two Year Old?!

Quil's POV

Saturday morning. Finally! No running patrols this morning. Time to go hang out with the guys at Emily's. Mmmm....just thinking about her great cooking makes me hungry. I laughed quietly to myself before getting in the shower. I brushed my teeth after getting dressed in a pair of jean shorts. What was the point of wearing anything else when you had a temperature of 108 and had to run around as a wolf half the time? Exactly.

I walked out the door and into the woods before pulling my shorts off and tying them to my ankle. I shifted into wolf form, letting the heat overtake me. After shifting, I shook my fur and stretched out, getting ready to run. I was off to Sam and Emily's to hang out with the pack.

Sam said something about Emily's niece being there. I think he said she was two or something. Wouldn't it be funny if one of the guys imprinted on her? Haha. I'd love to see the look on their face when they imprinted, and then realized she's only two. That would be the day.

I stopped at the edge of the woods near Sam's. I shifted back before pulling my shorts back on. When I was decent, I walked to the door and knocked. Emily answered. "Hey, Quil! About time you got here. Everyone else is threatening to eat all the food." She laughed.

"They better not. I haven't eaten yet!" I grumbled. I heard some of the guys laugh from inside.

"Well, come on in, Quil." Emily said, stepping out of the door way, holding the door farther open. I walked into the house and then the family room as Emily shut the door behind me.

"Hey, Quil!" Embry raised a hand and waved. I smiled.

"What's up guys? You haven't eaten everything already, have you?" I asked, narrowing my eyes playfully.

"Not yet, they haven't." Sam replied. "But don't you want to meet Emily's niece before pigging out?" He chuckled. I smiled.

"Sure, where is she?" I asked, looking around for a toddler.

"I'll go get her, she's in her room playing." Sam walked down the hall to get Emily's niece. Huh, I didn't even know her name yet.

"So, what's her name anyway?" I asked no one in particular.

"Claire." Emily replied.

I nodded. I walked over to the couch. "Budge over, Seth." I gave him a playful shove before sitting down beside him. I heard Sam walk back into the room, but I didn't look up yet. I was hi-fiving some of the guys.

"Quil, this is Claire." Sam said. I looked up. In Sam's arm's was (I'm just making stuff up now...I can't find a description of Claire..) a small girl with shoulder length light brown hair. Her brown eyes stared at me. She seemed to be glowing. I couldn't see anything but this young girl. I could faintly hear voices speaking to me, but I paid them no attention.

The Claire seemed to break out of her trance and waved at me. I quietly waved back, a small smile appearing on my face. A loud roar of laughter broke me out of my own trance. I looked around at the guys who were all laughing. "What's so funny?!" I demanded.

Than it hit me...I imprinted on a two year old!

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Aww, poor Quil. Was saying it would be funny if someone imprinted on a two year old, then it turns out to be him who imprints. Not that funny anymore, is it? Review please! I need to know if you think I should continue, cause it stunk in my mind.