This story has been in my head since before Breaking Dawn came out, so I'm going to disregard the things that happened in it. Just so everyone knows in this story Jacob imprints on a nice human girl named Kaira, and Edward and Bella go get married. Bella turns into a vampire and they live happily ever after.

Story Summary: Claire and Quil never met when she was two. When Claire is six her mother, Helen, and little brother, Stephen, die in a car accident. Tyler, Claire's dad, can't handle things emotionally, and Emily is able to convince him to move to La Push. Tyler travels all of the time for his job so it really doesn't matter where his house is. Quil had been looking for someone to rent the upper stories of his house since he only lives in the basement, so that is what Tyler is planning to do.

Two Weeks after the Funeral

Emily's POV

I went to check on Claire in the living room. I was especially nervous about today when it came to Claire. Since the funeral she has been staying here while her and Tyler's things have been moved into the house. Sam and I have been keeping the pack away, but Sam convinced me that it is time from her to meet them. I finally agreed when he said that we would start with having her meet just one at a time.

I also made Sam promise that he would make sure to tell everyone how important it was that they do not touch her. Claire use to be all a talking smiling bundle of joy that was full of hugs, but since her mom died she has done a complete 180. The only words that I have heard come out of her mouth are "yes" or "no." She also hates to be touched now. I think that the only physical contact that she has allowed was holding her dad's hand during the funeral, and I haven't seen her smile once.

Claire was still sitting in the same spot she had been before when I had last checked on her. She had her legs crossed and the book that she was reading on her lap. The whole time that she has been here, she has not gone anywhere without at least one book. I don't think that it is quite normal for someone who is six to read as much as she does, but maybe that is her way of coping with all of the changes that are happening.

I think that the first person that is coming to see Claire is Quil. He was on the mid day/afternoon patrol today. I didn't think that he would be done until about eight tonight and that wouldn't be for at least and half hour so I went to take a shower.

I walked down the steps after my shower. I heard a little voice talking. It was a voice that I had not heard in a long time. I walked into the living room slowly, not sure if I really was hearing what I thought. What I saw was shocking. Claire was still sitting where she had been when I had left her, but now her whole demeanor had changed. You could see that her eyes were slightly brighter than normal through her bangs as she read from her book. There was a little smile on her face as she read, and her body looked relaxed, not tense. Flowing out of her lips was her sweet wonderful voice. She was reading her story out loud to none other than Quil. Claire wasn't the only thing that left me in shock. Quil was sitting on the floor is eyes wide, his mouth in a small smile and his full attention on Claire.

I wasn't really sure what to do because I hadn't seen Claire this happy since her mom died, but I realized that Quil must have imprinted on my six year old niece. Claire finished her story, and she look up at Quil. "Did you like it?" She asked him.

"I loved it. Do you want to read it again to me?" He replied.

"No," Quil's face looked distressed when she declined, but then she went on, "I have some better ones that you'll probably like more. Wait right there." Claire got up and left the room. She passed me in the doorway with a look of determination on her face. As she passed me she did not look like she even registered the fact that I was there.

I walked into the room and Quil had a dazed look on his face. "Quil do you know what is going on?" I asked.

"Did I just imprint?" He asked me.

"I think that you did."

"Emily what am I suppose to do she's so little and sad?" He asked, worry etched all over his face.

"I think that I better call Sam, and have him come home early from work." Quil nodded.

Claire came walking back into the room. She wasn't grinning like she use to, but she still had more of a smile on her face than I have seen in days. This time instead of sitting on the couch she sat down in front of Quil on the floor. She was holding a book with a wolf and a little girl on the front. She began reading away. The story was about a little girl who got lost in the wilderness and wolves brought her into their pack and helped her survive. (A/N This idea is from Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George.)

At the end of the story Quil tore his eyes away from Claire's face. His eyes were questioning. He was wondering if she knew about the pack. I shook my head "no." I had talked to Sam in the past about telling Helen everything, but that had never happened, so there would be no way that Claire could possibly know anything.

Claire looked up at Quil. "Do you mind if I read to myself again for at least a little while?" She asked; she seemed worried that she might hurt his feelings if she stopped reading to him.

"Yeah, honey, that's fine, I think I have to go talk to Auntie Emily in the kitchen if that's all right with you," said Quil. She nodded before looking back down at her book.

Quil and I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Quil looked really worried. I grabbed the phone and called Jacob. "Hey Jake, it's Emily would you mind getting Sam. He is on night patrol, but it's kind of important so if you could find someone else that could do it, that would be great."

"Yah, Emily that's no problem." Jacob knew that I would only call for Sam when it was something that was really important. After I hung up Quil looked a little bit better because he knew that Sam was coming.

"Quil, how do you feel about all of this?"

"I don't know. She is so young and so sad. I want to make sure that she is happy and loved and safe. I feel love, but it doesn't feel like the love that I have seen through Sam, Jared, Paul, and Jacob when it comes to all of their imprints. This is all so different."

"Well I think that we should just wait for Sam to get back, and see what he thinks."

We just sat there looking at each other waiting for Sam to come home. Finally I heard him come through the door. He came into the kitchen. "What happened; did Quil scare Claire?" Sam asked. At even the mention of Claire being scared a grimace washed over Quil's face.

"No Sam, nothing like that; this is much more important..." I wasn't really sure if I should just come out and say it.

"Sam, we think that I might have imprinted on Claire," said Quil; not wanting to beat around the bush. Sam's eyes got wide and his mouth opened slightly. I don't think he really knew what to say. I don't know how long he stood there looking at Quil, but than Claire walked in from the living room and broke the silence.

"Auntie, I'm tired." I looked at the clock; it was already ten o'clock. Usually Claire would have been to sleep aleast a half hour ago.

"Alright honey. Do you need help getting ready for bed?"

"No, I'll be fine."

"Okay, come say goodnight when your all ready."

After she walked out, Sam turned and looked at me. "I think that's the first time that I've heard her voice." His voice expressed the shock that was covering his face.

"You should have heard her earlier. She was reading aloud to Quil." Both Quil and I grinned and the thought.

"Quil, we should go out. I want to see what's in your head," said Sam.

"Alright, but can we wait for Claire to come back and say goodnight?" Asked Quil. He looked as if he thought Sam might so no to him.

"Yah, that's fine."

We all just sat there waiting for Claire to come back downstairs. Finally she came back and stood in the doorway. She had a small smile on her face. Just the fact that she was actually smiling was amazing. I was so happy that she seemed even a little happier. I just hoped that it would last a while.

"Goodnight honey," said Sam.

"Goodnight," Claire said in reply. Sam face was shocked again; he was so use to her silence.

"Goodnight dear," I said.

"Goodnight."

Than she walked over to where Quil was sitting. He looked nervous, and not sure how to react to her. I'm sure that he remembered that I said that Claire didn't like to be touched, so he was probably struggling with himself, so he wouldn't do anything she didn't want him to do.

"Can you be here when I wake up?" Claire asked Quil.

"Of course I can," was his response.

Claire lifted up her hand, and placed it on his cheek. "Thank You," she whispered as she looked up at him through her bangs. She walked out of the room.

Both Sam and I looked at Quil. We had both experienced Claire's no touch policy first hand; yet here Quil was, someone she had just met a few short hours ago, and she was the one who initiated touching. Quil had put his hand up to his cheek.

"My little angel is so special." I heard him whisper.

"Quil, lets go talk the woods." Sam and Quil got up and went out the door. I was left there and mull over everything that had happened.

A/N I went over anything, but if you see any grammatical or spelling errors please let me know.

Everything recognizable belongs to Stephanie Meyer, unless otherwise noted.