Title: Quil's Speech

Rating: K+

Characters: Quil x Claire

Summary:

Claire's getting married and its not to Quil. Claire only has one request; he be the best man in her wedding. Quil cant deny her anything as much as it kills him. Because for her, he would be anyone or do anything.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter Title: Letting Go Is Never Easy

"I can't do this..."

I muttered the phrase for the fourth time under my breath, hoping Jacob was actually paying attention this time. He wasn't. Instead he had his arm wrapped around Renessme, his lips touching anywhere they could reach. Maybe it was just me but I preferred their relationship before Nessie and Jake got together; a lot less to visualise.

I threw my hands up in frustration and walked away from my so called best friend. Here I was facing down one of my worst nightmares and he was sucking his wife dry. Sometimes I really regretted calling Jacob my best friend.

The small shack of a house was filled with people from top to bottom, congratulating the happy couple. I actually didn't know the Young house could hold so many people, sure it was big enough to hold the pack but we had increased and decreased over the years, so it wasn't much of a hassle but right now there had to be at least two hundred people here.

I hadn't seen Claire in a few good hours and I knew if my pack members weren't here I would have begun to worry. She was safe and if something were to happen I knew that my brothers would protect her but that didn't stop my eyes from wandering over the room a few times.

Emily's usual dull brown couches were dressed with different rays of blue and purples, flowers of all sorts were scattered around the room, tables of food and drink surrounded the various rooms to entertain the guest when the hungry phase hit them. When I caught sight of the petite girl sitting in her uncle's chair in the living room, my hearted stopped.

She hadn't changed much since I last saw her. Her long straight brown hair ran perfectly over her curvy body and down her back, I could picture myself taking a piece of her hair and twirling it in my finger for hours. Her tinker like laugh made my heart melt into the mushy chocolate it always was when I was in the same room with her, while her sparkling brown eyes, hiding a faint green ring around the pupil, where the first thing to catch my attention.

I had been in love with this girl since her seventeenth birthday, when we kissed under the moonlight on first beach. I had gone home that day thinking we were going to take our relationship to the next step but later I find out that she was engaged to some guy named Rickey. Let's just say that conversation with her had thrown around a lot of F bombs. I had regretted it later of course, it took her months to come around and forgive me. It was the worst six months of my life and it was continuing.

I snapped out of my daze and stuffed my hands into my pockets to hide the small shakes covering them, before walking over to the small group. Rickey sat on the arm chair, his larger hand clasped in her tiny one; I felt the fit of jealousy take over as I sat across from them. She looked up from her aunt to me, a small smile crossing her features. I couldn't help but smile back at her. Why was I doing this to myself? Oh right, Claire Young was my imprint; A woman in which I would go to the ends of the world and back.

"Hey Quillie."

I nodded in response, not trusting the strength of my voice. She only smiled sadly at me and stood from the chair, "I should go and get ready. You two be good. "She whispered, reaching down and pecking Rickey on the cheek before following her aunt out of the room.

Rickey knew I disliked him. I knew he disliked me but I didn't care. This pale face was taking my Claire from me before I even had a chance to be with her. So if he wanted to play, I was more than game.

I had a perfectly good reason to dislike him. One, he was engaged to my imprint, a girl I had helped raise and watch as she grew up into the stunning young woman she is today. Two, he had broken the heart of my imprint. He decided to be a douche and cheat on her, broke her heart right in half, and while apologizing, he had a huge smirk on his face. Three, Claire had forgiven him like it was nothing and now it was their wedding day. Like I said perfectly good reason.

We sat in silence before his friends came to collect him, one thing I hoped Jacob would have already done. Though I seriously doubted he wanted to leave Nessie now. I slumped down in the couch and crossed my arms, I know it was childish to pout but I couldn't help it. I had spent years waiting for Claire to grow up and now I was losing her without even giving our relationship a chance. My life really sucked sometimes. I glanced up as Old Quil joined me on the couch, a small grin playing on his frail face. "I don't see what's funny." I muttered, glaring back at him.

He simply smiled at me and placed his hand on top of mine. I knew that look on his face, he was going to tell me something I already knew but apparently needed to have it heard again.

"Son, you have watched Claire grow up, been there every step of the way. You know her better than you know yourself; if she was truly unhappy don't you think you would know? I know how difficult it is to lose the one you love but if you love something you have to set it free and if it was meant to be then it will come back to you. Claire will come back to you Quil. I know it feels like forever but the life time after will make up for it, trust me. "

I smiled and looked away from him, "I know grandpa, and it's just hard. No matter what I will be there for Claire. "I answered and leant my head down on his shoulder like the good old days. I craved the comfort of the man I had called my father for so many years, I needed to be reassured that everything would be ok, even though I knew they weren't. "I don't want to lose her. "

Old Quil wrapped his arm around my shoulder and held me close. I sighed deeply and closed my eyes, letting the past years play through my head. Claire and I had fought so hard to prove to one another about how we felt and how she was marrying someone else. How could this be happening? It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be marrying Claire, not some low life douche bag. Right now I really hated imprinted, it was at times like this, I wish I hadn't imprinted. I was tired of the pain and sorrow. I wanted it to stop.

Old Quil patted my on the back and stood from the couch, looking back at me with all the wisdom in the world. "She'll come around Quil, besides you have a speech to write. " He smiled and hugged me once before disappearing back into the crowds. I shook my head and hid my head in my hands. How was I going to write a speech about Claire? I knew the words I wanted to say but not while she was marrying another man. I sat on the couch for five more minutes, finally finding the courage to go back into Claire's room.

I sat down on her bed and held onto the small stuffed wolf I had given to her for her fifth birthday, which seemed like a life time away now. I wished things were a lot simpler but I knew no matter what Claire would always be mine. I set the pad of paper in my lap and stared down at it, unsure of what to write.

But of course I would write this speech even if it did kill me inside, because for my imprint, I would be or do anything for her, no matter what.