Howdy. So, this chapter is not...great. I mean I like it...kind of, but it's just not what I wanted. But I felt guilty, (thanks to my little sister) for not updating in a while, so I decided to pop out another one. I'm glad to hear that that last chapter got the right emotions out of you, and hopefully this one will too. I WILL come back and edit this one later, but right now I'm just happy to be updating, so it might stay this way for a while.

Anyways...I don't own the Quileute boys, or Claire, but I do own Judy...and whatever the dad's name is. (I'm too lazy to go back and look.) Pleeease review, I'd like at least five before I update, but that's just a guesstimate, and I'll probably update before that, since ya know, I'm feeling guilty and all.

Oh yeah, and the beginning...and probably alot of it...might be a little confusing, but bare with me. There is a method to my madness, I promise.

He was dying

He was dying. Someone had reached down his throat with a red-hot poker, scrambled his insides together and poured them out onto a sidewalk somewhere for millions of people to trample over. Every nerve, cell and atom in his body ached, longed for that one person; that damn little girl that had accidentally savagely murdered him.

But there was hope. That freaking ray of light at the end of the tunnel had started to shine, and with every second it grew brighter, fueling Quil's breaths, his heart beats…keeping him alive, if only for a moment. That light had music, soft sweet melodies, sung by the softest voice his ears had ever heard.

She was singing to him. The dark silhouette that beckoned him forward, the only relief from the blinding light, sang; her perfect voice reverberating painlessly around his head. Was this heaven? Who was this beautiful woman, shrouded in shadow but still the most glorious thing he had ever seen?

As the light grew brighter the singing grew louder, as did the pleasure he felt. The soft shade cast from the woman's radiant body soothed his every ache and pain; chased away every fear and bad thought, leaving only those sensations he had when he was with her.

Quil felt his lips pull up into a smile; an expression his dark features hadn't held for almost three months. This angel serenading him had stepped from her shadow, the intense light fading as she did, leaving only her dark skinned body behind.

Her hair fell down to her shoulder blades, perfectly straight and shining as if the light had not left. Her smile mirrored his own, her lips just the right shade of pink and just the right size. He wanted to taste them; to feel them moving with his. To feel her body in his arms, her warmth calming his nerves.

The angel's perfect lips parted only slightly, and he waited for her to speak; holding his breath until she did, uttering one single word that would haunt him for eternity.

"Quil."

"Wake up man."

"Is he alive?"

"He's breathing dumb ass, of course he's alive."

"Shut your mouth…Quil wake up!"

Quil's hand shot out instinctively and his fist met flesh, smacking loudly and echoing around his empty room.

"Ow! What the hell was that?"

He cracked one eye open to squint at his victim and smiled.

"Sorry Embry. Knee-Jerk reaction."

"More like Fist-Fly reaction dude. Nice aim." Jacob laughed and bounced onto the side of Quil's bed, winking at him while Embry whimpered. "Very nice aim."

Quil was fighting a losing battle with his eyelids, and had already lost the battle in his mind. What the hell was that dream about?

He had only two answers, and neither one made him any happier. One: he was going crazy and the entire season of Twilight Zone he'd watched the previous week had finally caught up to him, or two: he was now capable of dreaming up beautiful women that sounded too much, and looked too much like the girl he'd been trying to forget for half a year.

"Have you ever taken singing lessons Quil?" A new voice asked from the corner of the room, and Quil's stomach plummeted. Sam was in his room? What had he done wrong now?

"Um…no. Why?" A million old mob movies were running through his mind as he tried to discover why the hell Sam Uley was sitting in his room, smirking at him. Didn't they always call tattling "singing" in the mafia?

"Because you were just trying to serenade Jacob." Confusion bubbled through Quil's sleep coated mind. He had been expecting Sam to say something about sleeping with the fishes.

"I was…what?"

Jacob leapt off of the bed, the springs protesting loudly underneath him and making Quil's head bounce against the headboard.

"You sang me a lullaby Quil. I mean I love you and everything, but that goes way past my barriers for man to man." Jake laughed and glanced over at Embry who was still pouting over his swollen lip.

"What was it again?" He asked the pouter, and then his face lit up with realization.

"Golden slumber kiss your eyes,

Smiles await you when you rise.

Sleep,

pretty baby,

Do not cry,

And I'll sing you a lullaby." He sang and pranced around the room, trying to get Quil to laugh. It had been such a long time since any of them had heard the real thing.

But their dried up friend was too busy trying not to puke to laugh.

The lullaby. He realized. The lullaby I used to sing Claire. The glowing woman had been singing it in his dream…the glowing woman was Claire.

His heart ached at the memory his subconscious had pulled out from the dusty files in the back of his mind. His Claire.

My Claire.

Jacob stopped then, seeing the look on Quil's face.

"Quil?" Embry asked, finally over his injury. "Are you okay, you look like you're going to be sick."

Quil's throat was suddenly too dry. He could barely choke out the word. "Claire." He coughed, and all three of his brothers shared a look of understanding.

"That's kind of why we're here Quil." Jacob sighed and took his place back on the edge of the bed. "Emily got a call from Judy today." He looked to Sam to fill in the blanks, and the alpha quickly obliged.

"Apparently Judy hates California more than you." He started, not sure how Quil was going to react to the news. "They're moving back. But they're going to stay with us for a while, here in La Push before Judy decides if you're trustworthy again."

His hands started shaking first. Sam Embry and Jacob shared an alarmed glance as they watched their brother fall to pieces.

R&R...please...and I still haven't gotten my damn werewolf with the sparkly collar. pouts.