Disclaimer- Anything relatable to the Twilight series belongs to Stephenie Meyer and her publishers.

Summary- When Claire finds out that Quil imprinted on her, both are forced to re-evaluate their friendship, and to decide if it's love, before it's too late.

Warning- Breaking Dawn spoilers, although the book was received with many mixed feelings, I will not disrespect Stephenie's wishes for the books. (Any opinions/discussions of the book will be gladly answered via PM)

Author's Note- I fell in love with Quil during Breaking Dawn, my mind would not let me part with the idea of creating my own romance.

"Qwill!" The four year old Claire screamed from the television set. She was sitting on the beach, banging rocks against each other when Quil had briefly left her side.

The fifteen year old Claire sat on the couch watching her younger self burst into tears as she looked around the beach, discovering that she had lost her best friend.

The Quil on the screen ran in automatically, silencing the four year old's cries as he scooped her up in his arms and patted her head gently. The fifteen year old Claire scooped up some ice cream from the pint in her lap and recalled the feeling of that moment.

She couldn't recall the memory, but she could understand how her young self must have felt, the same way she always feels when Quil is away. With age the intense ache in her chest dulled whenever he was away, but she still hurt. She used to have horrible nightmares when she was young of Quil leaving her, lost, in the middle of the woods in La Push, deserting her there.

She shook the memory away.

The video changed now to her and Quil on the beach playing together, the four year old Claire was waddling into the ocean, dragging Quil by the pant leg. Though he was much stronger than her, he let her lead him till his shoe touched the water, and quickly scooped her up, tickling her, eliciting squeals of delight from the young girl. Quil was laughing as well, and cradled Claire in his arms, staring at her; he bent down and whispered something into the young girl's ear.

Jacob's loud voice interrupted the tender moment, "What did you say to her?!"

Quil looked up, and covering Claire's eyes with one hand, made a rude hand gesture towards Jacob, the camera man.

"Alright, alright," Jacob muttered.

The film broke, and moved forward to a day at Emily and Sam's house. Just a Saturday, everyone was there, the whole pack were stuffing their faces with hot dogs. A five year old Claire was sitting on a chair, as close to Quil as she could get without sitting on his lap.

The camera briefly panned to an arm wrestling match between Jared and Paul, neither won, both of them had gotten too angry with the growing tension, and had to go outside to keep them selves under control.

The camera once again panned to Quil and Claire, but this time Claire was falling asleep on Quil's lap as he read to her. In the quiet moment, there was complete peace on both faces. Fifteen year old Claire paused the film there, enjoying the site of the two of them together, in the tender moment.

She had never understood why she could never be away from him. As a child her mother had told her that they were only separated for a day or two a week. Claire loved Quil incredibly, but she never understood the ache in her chest at his leaving, she didn't understand why she clung to him so desperately. But Quil was the same way. It took them forever to say goodbye.

They had never talked about the pain of separation before, but they both knew it was evident in the other.

The door opened interrupting her reverie. Claire jumped up, put her ice cream on the coffee table and ran into Quil's arms, which were opened wide for her. He hugged her tightly, lifting her, and spinning her around a few times, "Hey Claire-Bear"

"Hey" she breathed out, staring at him, holding him around the middle still.

Quil began laughing, "What?" Claire asked

Quil paused, putting his hand over his mouth, "Nothing, you just have a chocolate moustache" he began laughing again

"Oh God" Claire laughed, wiping her mouth on the sweatshirt she was wearing.

"That's attractive" Quil joked,

"No one to impress" Claire said, wiggling out of his grip, and grabbing his hot hand.

They sat down on the couch, and Quil grabbed the half eaten pint of ice cream and began eating it. "Excuse me, that's my spoon" Claire said, snatching it from his hand.

"What?" He asked, mouth full of ice cream, "We can share"

Claire shrugged, taking a scoop out of the pint, thinking it was good she bought more than one.

"What were you watching?" Quil asked, positioning himself on the couch.

"Oh," she said, slightly embarrassed about where she paused the movie, "Just old family videos. I love this shot of us"

Quil nodded his head, looking tranquil, "It was a perfect moment."

"I wish I could remember it" Claire said wistfully.

"Sometimes I wish you could too, kid"

They sighed at the same time, staring at the screen.

"Oh" Claire said, grabbing the remote, rewinding to the scene at the beach, where her four year old self was dragging Quil into the ocean.

She paused it right before the crude hand gesture, "What were you saying to me?" she asked

Quil looked at her, smiling, "I believe I was telling you that I loved you"

"I was four" Claire said, smiling.

"I knew I loved you from the moment I met you" Quil replied,

"I was two!"

"Yes, but that adorable face just drew me in" He joked, tapping her on the nose.

Claire smiled, "I never understood that, you know, you being fifteen, me being two, and we just connected. And you were with me, all the time, nothing ever came between us. I mean, I know you don't age, werewolf and all, but, you would be almost thirty by now with a fifteen year old best friend? I've never understood that."

"We are just meant to be together. Always. Best friends" Quil smiled.

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