Disclaimer- Anything relatable to the Twilight series belongs to Stephenie Meyer and her publishers.
Summary- When Claire finds out that Quil imprinted on her, both are forced to re-evaluate their friendship, and find out if it's love, before it's too late.
Warning- Breaking Dawn spoilers, although the book was received with many mixed feelings, I will not disrespect Stephenie's wishes for the books.
(Any opinions/discussions of the book will be gladly answered via PM)
Author's Note- Chapter two. Thanks for the reviews, chickadees!
I couldn't resist posting again.
The credits were rolling, but both Claire and Quil were too lazy to reach forward to turn the TV off. Claire yawned against Quil's shoulder, and leaned her head against the back of the couch.
"Next week is your week" she said, rubbing her eyes.
Every week they would watch a movie together and they would alternate every other week who got to choose the movie. This week Claire had chosen Little Women, a classic favorite, and the first DVD she picked up, because she had forgotten it was her week.
"Hmm" Quil rumbled, "I think I like all these classic romances."
"I knew I would brainwash you" Claire laughed
"I've never understood though, why Jo and Laurie never got together, they seemed perfect from the get go. They were both old enough, mature enough" Quil said, leaning his head back, faking nonchalance.
Claire caught this, "Well, Jo and Laurie were just friends, Jo loved him, but she couldn't force herself to love him like that"
"Yeah," Quil said, sitting up, "But they were like, soul-mates."
"Soul-mates don't just have to be romantic" Claire retorted, "Soul-mates are people you connect with, soul to soul, you don't have to love them romantically, they can just be people who understand you in your heart of hearts"
"They would be the perfect life mate." Quil said, searching her eyes
"You don't think knowing someone so well would be boring?"
"Not at all"
"Hmm" Claire hummed, moving over, and cuddling into Quil's chest. "I don't know why I have such a hard time saying goodbye to you when I know I'll see you the next day"
"I know." Quil said, wrapping his arms around her, "You're my best friend, I wish I could spend all day with you"
"Mm" Claire hummed again. She wriggled out of his grip, and checked her cell, "It's late. The pack will wonder where you are"
"Oh, right, let me just let them know I'll be there in a few." Quil got up, walking out the side door, to undress, faze and dress again in the privacy of the trees.
Claire cleaned up some of the cartons of ice cream off the table, ignoring the dull ache in her chest that had arisen when Quil walked out. He found her in the kitchen, cleaning off the counter and disposing of their junk food.
He held his arms out to her, and she rushed into them. He kissed the top of her head gently, "Love you, Claire Bear"
"I love you too Quil"
They hugged for a few minutes more, neither liking to let go. Quil was the first to remove his arms, years of self control working to his benefit, "The guys were mad that I was late"
Claire snorted, "Please, they waste so much time on their women"
Quil laughed and turned to go out the door, he paused at the door and turned back, waving to Claire, she waved back sadly, watching him leave. The hand she waved with flew to her chest, pressing against her heart, trying to calm the storm building there.
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Quil ran into the woods surrounding Claire's house, avoiding the ache in his chest. He knew from the minute he imprinted that it wouldn't be easy leaving her, but every time the ache was back.
He took his last moments with himself to think about his feelings for Claire, certainly more than a best friend should, but willing, he knew, to be who ever she needed him to be. Hadn't he always been?
A nanny when she was little, a brother as she began to grow, and now he was a confidant and a friend, he was completely content with those roles, he would be who she needed, but he couldn't help but believing that they were destined for more than just late night chats and long hugs.
Neither of them had ever dated, Claire had never even mentioned boys to him, they were pieces that fit together, they were enough for each other, but all the other guys had settled down. Hell, even Jake and Renesmee had talked about being together when Renesmee got older; she was only thirteen after all.
Jake had already told Renesmee about the Imprint as well, Quil had yet to reveal that. For some reason, the words destiny, and fate sounded awful cheesy when telling the person you loved most in the world that you were meant to love them.
As he fazed another thought came to his mind, since when did imprinting automatically mean romance? I mean couldn't two soul-mates be together in a platonic way? Claire said that it was possible; there wasn't any reason for romance. They loved each other right? They were great at being friends.
How many times have you heard about a werewolf and his imprint not getting together romantically? Jacob's 'voice' assaulted his thoughts.
I've never heard it. Quil admitted, But isn't it possible?
Yes. Sam answered, but, it's rare, and I don't see why you and Claire wouldn't be together.
She never seemed like she wanted that. Quil said, replaying their conversation after Little Women.
Dude, Embry's 'voice' interrupted, you watched Little Women?
Embry, close your mouth and patrol. Sam barked. Maybe she would feel different if you told her…
There's never an appropriate time! Quil exclaimed.
Find one, man. She's your girl, she deserves to know. Jake said, pawing at Quil's fur.
You're right Quil thought, I'll try.
Quil went running around the Northern boarder, the boys were thinking of the usual. Those who had imprinted were dreaming of those they loved, wondering if they were okay. Those who hadn't were thinking about trivial things like school, or family.
Sam. Quil called out in his thoughts.
Yes? Same answered.
Does the pain ever go away? I mean, whenever you're away from her? Quil asked
No. Sam replied. Never.
The other werewolves who hadn't imprinted raged with jealousy, but ran on twisting their thoughts away from those of the others wolves.
Hey guys, Seth called, we got company on the western front
All the wolves began to howl and tear away toward the western side. When they all made it, they looked into the distance, and a pack of six dogs were walking steadily toward them.
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