Disclaimer: Quil and Claire belong to Stephanie Myer.


This was a question he was expecting to pop up one day. After all, how many people didn't age at all, especially after eight years?

"Isn't it obvious, kiddo?" he asks, a smile playing on his lips.

She flushes, wondering if there's something she's missed, and if it was an idiotic question to ask after all. A quick shake of the head is her reply.

"I'm waiting for you to catch up, of course."

It isn't really a satisfactory answer, because she's old enough to know when people are evading a subject, and certainly too old to believe in the silly thing that he is suggesting. But when he leaves her (after giving her an affectionate poke on the nose and pat on the head), she remains seated in the same spot, wearing a thoughtful expression.

One day, he thinks to himself, she will remember this conversation and smile upon realizing that he had told the truth.


Yo. I had forgotten about this story for a while, but since I have the whole thing completed, I figured I'd try and update the rest of it. So, expect some more updates to this relatively soon. Sorry for the hiatus--my life is unexpectedly hectic. But I really want to finish this and post the rest of the chapters--if you can call random, ridiculously short drabbles "chapters". I think the last few of them get much more interesting, though, so I'm all excited to get those out. Once again: I'm sorry for disappearing, but now that I've more time, I'll try to be better!