So here it is the final chapter. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and read the story. I really appreciate it. I hope you enjoyed it! (Notice how I called it 24 hours but there are 25 chapters.....apparently my math skills are not quite up to par)

Chapter title taken from the song "Morning Has Broken" by The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster from the album "Hörse of the Dög"

Quil & Claire: October 31 6:42 AM

Quil awoke to a comforting weight on his chest. He opened his eyes and found himself face to face with Claire.

"Hmm, déjà vu," he said with a smile. "I could get used to waking up like this."

"Me too," Claire grinned.

Quil snuggled back into the bed and held Claire tight against him. "It's early, let's go back to sleep."

Claire shook her head. "I can't. I have to get home before Sharon goes ballistic."

Quil gave her a nervous look. "Does she know you came?" he asked.

Claire smirked. "Well I wasn't planning on telling her that little detail."

Quil made a face. "That's just gross," he said. "Maybe you need to go hang out with Embry. That's the kind of thing he would say. You both have your minds in the gutter."

Claire rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and you're such a saint."

"I am," Quil said proudly.

"Okay, St. Quil. And to answer your question, no I didn't tell her I was coming here, but that woman knows everything. It's almost uncanny. Maybe she has hidden cameras following me around."

Quil smiled. "Ohh, ask if I can get a copy of last nights footage."

"Now whose mind is in the gutter!" Claire slapped Quil's arm.

Quil laughed. "Sorry." His look turned serious. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "I mean I know we didn't sleep together but stuff still got pretty intense."

"I am," Claire smiled. "I'm more than okay."

Quil relaxed and gave her a smug look. "Well I am nothing, if not a perfectionist."

Claire sat up. "Okay, I'm leaving."

"What? Wait, don't go yet," Quil pulled her back down.

"Quil, I can't stay. There isn't enough room in here for you, me and your gigantic ego."

"We'll make room for you. Seriously, there is a perfect Claire sized space right here in this bed with us."

"Sorry, but if you ever want to see me again, I really have to try and get home before my parents wake up."

Quil frowned. "We can take them! If we work as an unit," he pushed his fingers together in a locked position "we can effectively fight them."

Claire raised her eyebrows. "I don't think so. I think Sharon could effectively kick your ass though."

Quil dropped his hands. "Yeah, you're probably right," he sighed. "How embarrassing is that?"

"I think it's cute." She reached up and gave him a soft kiss.

Quil's lip curled up in disgust. "I'm not cute," he said, affronted. "Sensitive and cute. I might as well just wear a dress today."

Claire laughed. "I think I'd like to see that. It is Halloween after all."

Quil looked thoughtful. "Well I am pretty sexy," he said slowly.

"Yes you are," Claire said and kissed him again.

Quil closed his eyes and clutched her closer. "You better leave soon if you're going, otherwise you might not make it out of here," he told her when she broke the kiss.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" she asked.

"Either….both," he murmured into her hair.

"I'm going to keep you to that," she said.

"I don't think that will be a problem," Quil told her.

Claire kissed him a last time, then climbed off of the bed. "Will you call me later? We need to talk about this whole college thing a little more. But.....I think you're right."

Quil nodded. "I am right."

Claire nodded and walked over to his bedroom door. She put her hand on the knob, then turned and looked back at him. "By the way, do you know what next weekend is?"

"No. What's next weekend." Quil gave her a curious stare.

"Homecoming. And," Claire held up a finger. "I have a dress this time. So what do you think? Will you take me?"

Quil looked at her for a long moment. "I'd love to," he said finally.

Claire smiled. "You really are the king of boyfriends, you know that?"

Quil shrugged humbly. "What can I say? I'm practically perfect."

Claire rolled her eyes. "Okay, that last ounce of space your ego wasn't hogging? Yeah, it's totally gone now. I'm out of here."

Quil sat up all the way. "You want me to take you home?" He asked.

"No, I'm going to use my walk to reflect on the past twenty four hours."

Quil smiled. "Pretty crazy, huh?"

Claire nodded. "Yeah. Good crazy though."

"Forget calling, I'll just come over and see you later, okay?"

"I don't know. I mean I'm kind of sick of you right now," Claire laughed.

Quil snorted. "Right. Well you better get used to it because I hate to tell you this darling, but you're stuck with me for the rest of your life."

Claire gave him a pleased smile. "I'm counting on it."

FIN

A/N: So there it is, the end. I hope you don't think it sucked too much! Thanks so much to everyone who has reviewed, I really appreciate it!