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A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews! ^_^ Again, please keep in mind this will be a series of drabbles (the slice-of-life sort), not a full-blown fanfic. I hope you guys have as much fun reading this one as I did writing it. ^_^

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Yellow

Quil caught her riding her bike in his front yard one stormy afternoon, drenched and shivering and grinning in the pouring rain. At his outraged "Claire!" the girl in question froze. The grin left her face fast, her eyes widened, and she stared at a furious Quil like a deer caught in headlights. She new what came next, and it came down hard.

Quil kept a continuous stream of tirade as he dragged her by her arm inside his house. He kept at it as he shoved her into a steaming bath and left the bathroom, so Claire could hear him loud and clear through the door. It went on as he insisted she wore another one of his huge t-shirts on top of the two she already had on, and didn't stop as he sat her in front of the fire, nestled cozily between his legs and blow-dried her hair from behind.

"But Quil," Claire had whined, "It's been raining since I got here. What was I supposed to do, stay inside for a week?"

"For the love of God, Claire, yes!" Quil cried in exasperation. He drew a deep breath to calm himself.

"It's just so dark and gloomy, and everything's grey. It wouldn't be so bad if I liked grey, but I don't. I like bright and sun and yellow. I figured if it's gonna rain all the time, I might as well have fun in it, right?"

"Wrong, you little fool. You also should've figured—"

Claire never found out what she also should've figured because at that moment, she let out a great and terrible sneeze. The wind howled as Claire stared at Quil in tense silence and Quil stared back at her in shock.

"Quil," she started to say, "It's okay, it's just a sneeze—"

"Just a sneeze, is it?" He repeated in a deceptively calm voice, before dropping pretenses. "You. Bed. Now!" He barked out each word.

Claire barely had time to groan before she was whisked away in a flurry of blankets and pillows and chicken soup and fussing Quil and cold syrup that made her drowsy. Three days later, Claire was sick and miserable in bed with a full-blown fever, with an even more miserable Quil at her side.

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On the fourth day, Claire woke up on her own bed in her own house. She vaguely remembered being driven home and carried up the flight of stairs to her room the previous night. As she came around, she could smell the rain in the air, the scent of wet grass and a faint whiff of…lacquer?

Slowly, she opened her eyes. Then she gasped. Her room was ablaze, the walls on fire with the gentlest, palest yellow that brought warmth to her very core. She looked above to see the most glorious sun-ceiling lamp smiling down on her. On her bedside table she noticed a note propped on her Quileute Rez mug. Turning it over in her hands, she recognized the familiar messy scrawl of Quil. 'Because you wanted the sun. Get well soon!'

Her laughter filled the room, the bright room that seemed untouched by the chill and rain and wind outside.

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A/N: And there you have it. Thank you so much for reading! ^_^

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