Okay, if you like it, review it please! Also, tell me if you think it should be more than a three-shot, and I should write more?? I was thinking of having him write fourteen letters (one for each of the years he's known her) and then a bonus chapter, so please tell me!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Stephenie Meyer does... If I did why the hell would I be writing this???

I rested my head lightly on my pillow, grimacing slightly. My frown was deep, pondering. I ran my hand through my hair, trying to get it to straighten into at least a thin line. But no, it was still in tact, as it had been for the last few days.

Again, I felt my mind wander to her… She had been entering my thoughts, only to be pushed out and immediately reenter, for as long as my frown had stayed on my face.

Usually, she entered my mind, and I wouldn't try to push the thoughts of her away. She was too magnificent, too beautiful, too incredible, to not be thought of. Yet now, my stomach tightens, my mouth runs dry, and my legs start to wobble, whenever she crosses my mind.

And at the same time, I feel that rush; that warming of my heart, the way my soul seems to soar with glee… But all that was a package deal with Claire. See, when I imprinted on her… well, it wasn't my fault of course, and I would have waited until she was older, if it was my choice, well, now I'm procrastinating… See, Claire was two.

Yeah, go ahead and think that I'm a pedophile… I'm used to it by now. Though, in my defense, I didn't feel romantically inclined towards her at all. All she was was someone I had to protect, the girl that was from then on my life, the person I'd do anything for… my sun, my air, the gravity that bound me to this earth.

And now, I might lose that. Just because I waited until she was sixteen to tell her that I'm a werewolf. She was angry… angry as hell. She threw a fit, her words just one livid jumble.

She had started cursing, her hands making wild gestures. Her eyes were wide, furious… hurt.

That stung. That really, really stung. I couldn't believe that she was actually hurt by not telling her. Eventually, her anger died out, and she stormed away, leaving a worried mother, a wary family, and a miserable me in her wake.

I guess, in some retrospect, her reaction was totally and completely expected. I mean, I had hidden such a huge part of my life from her.

"Quil! Come on, the foods ready!" Emily trilled from the kitchen. I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. I trudged to the table, my head hanging low.

"Oh Quil! Cheer up, I'm sure Claire will come round soon!" she said, patting my back. I sighed, resting my head on my palm.

"I don't know Emily… she was pretty angry," I stated glumly. "It'll work out," she smiled, her face glowing, "When your imprint looks at you with those eyes… and that heartbreaking look on his face, as though he did something wrong, her heart will break." she tired to assure.

Emphasis on the tried. My palms started to sweat even more at that. "WHAT? I don't want her to be upset over me!" I wailed, my hand slapping the table with a 'thunk'. Emily winced as it creaked, but didn't break.

"Quil, listen to me," she said, her voice stern. I made myself turn my head to look at her again. The scarred side of her face was grimacing as usual, but the other side was soft, concerned. "Claire is my niece, and I love her very much. If I thought you would purposely hurt her in any way, I would throw a fit. You will make her happy," Emily's voice sounded commanding, like if I didn't listen I would get a serious ass-kicking.

"Alright," I whispered giving. Though, it didn't matter what Emily said, I still didn't deserve her. I was a horrible, disgusting person. She was justified to have much more than me.

"Quil, you've been there for her since she was two, I think that you've earned her trust. She's being stupid about this whole thing," Brady put in, reaching for more food. A growl erupted through my throat.

How dare he say those things? My hands balled into fists as I shot up, flaring my nostrils and letting an even wilder growl loose. Sam stepped forward, putting an arm across my chest. "Calm down," he said sternly, though he glared briefly at Brady.

"Sorry, dude. But seriously, you have done a lot for her… Like, all way back when she was three and four and she was really into putting make-up on people…" Brady trailed off, a smug smile on his face. I scoffed, folding my arms again.

"It made her happy… so, so happy. Unlike now," I groaned.

"Quil, you've done a lot more for her than that, maybe you can remind her of those times...?" Emily suggested gently. My eyes lit up with a sudden idea.

"Oh shit, that's it!" I exclaimed, jumping up. "It was great Emily, thanks for the food!" I called, racing out of the door.

"You didn't touch your plate Quil!" I heard her yell back, but I could hear a smile in her voice.

-+-+-

Dear Claire,

You're five-foot-three, your favorite color is blue, but you also like greenish-yellow. Your hair is twelve inches long, and you don't plan on getting it cut any time soon, you love to write and listen to music, and hope to become a history teacher when you're grown up… fully grown up, that is.

Listen Claire, you mean the world to me, literally. I kind of wanted to prove it… but since you aren't talking or seeing me, I figured I could write it. I mean, you love it so much, so there must be something good to it.

I wanted to share one of my earliest memories of you, since I can detail a lot.

You were two when I first imprinted, and the months leading towards your third birthday were confusing, blissful, and a bit painful, though not in the way you think.

It was painful, because you lived all the way up in the Makah reservation. I ran up there almost every night, dying to see your shining face, your peaceful smile, the immense relief that you were breathing.

It was one of these times that I remembered the most.

I hadn't talked or seen you in two whole fucking days… I was dying. I remember it was raining really, really hard when I scaled your window, knowing that your parents were really hard sleepers, and would stay unconscious through a tsunami. (This worried me, a lot, actually)

I tired to be quiet when I stepped into your room, but unlike your parents and sister, you were a light sleeper. Later, I would find out that your mom was a heavy sleeper only when she was pregnant, but that's another story…

You started to stir and I panicked… what if you woke up and couldn't get back to sleep? You would be exhausted throughout the day! Or what if you started to cry, and wouldn't stop, and I would be the cause of making you cry? Your little eyelids fluttered open, your piercing blue eyes immediately finding me.

"Qwuiw?" your little voice asked, scared. My breath caught as I realized you were shaking. Were you afraid of me?

"Qwuiw… I had a bad dweam," you whispered, suddenly blinking back tears. My heart sank immediately. I reached into your crib, pulling you up.

I held you to my chest tightly, rocking you back and forth. Finally, you stopped sniffling. I then settled into a rocking chair and set you on my lap gently, still holding you tight as hell.

I was afraid if I let you go, then you might fall into a bad sleep again, getting scared. That would be like… like a fate worse than death, for you to be scared or hurt.

"Do you wanna tell me about this dream, Claire?" I whispered as you started to snuggle my chest. You huffed, looking at me disgruntled.

"GONE!" you whispered, though you emphasized the word.

"What was gone?" I asked you. At that, your face fell, and your expression was so heartbreaking… it almost made me cry.

"You was gone, Qwuiw," you whispered, and then closed you eyes, wrapping your teeny arms around my massive arm, not even being able to go completely around.

We both fell asleep after that, you set comfortably in my lap.

It was six when I finally arose, carefully not moving so you wouldn't get hurt. I was a little stiff, but it was completely worth it. You looked even more adorable and innocent when you slept, and my breath got caught in my throat momentarily. You were a little angel.

Your nightgown was blue, a fuzzy bear pattern on it. I grinned suddenly, thinking of something. "Claire-bear. You're my little Claire-bear," I said softly, so as not to wake you. (Yes, that's where the nick-name got started)

You sighed softly, and murmured something incoherent in your sleep. "That's right little girl, Quil loves you, he's not going anywhere." I said, smoothing your hair. Your eyes scrunched up a little bit, and then a smile lit your face, and every worry seemed to melt away.

"Oh, Claire, you sweet, small thing," I sighed, standing up. I placed you into your crib and you started to shiver. I pulled blankets around you and slipped to the window, my eyes staying on your face for as long as possible.

That's right, I can be deep.

So that's it… I don't know if that changes anything, I just felt I needed it out of my system.

Love ya,

Silly-Quilly