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 find out 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. (Mostly)

Author's Note-Sorry guys, I am just, wow, I am just really tired, and I have no time.

In Port Angeles, a man roamed aimlessly down the street, his dreadlocks swinging easily with his stride. He tried looking normal-but it was hard for him. He looked like a dog to the people walking past him on the street. His arms were tensed-his mouth in a slight snarl, he just looked dog-like, and while he attempted to reign it in, his very appearance spoke to the legends of werewolves.

He hated wearing clothes. He felt confined in them, he felt unable to breathe in them. In the cold winter air, he was still sweating. He tried to wear a sweater for normalcy purposes-people would look at him strangely if he was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, but he hated the feeling of it against his skin. He would much rather be in wolf form-running in the way he was born to be, but he was on a mission.

Quil's mate worked in this district, in a bookstore that had been recently built. What he wanted to do was monitor her actions. Figure out which shifts she worked, and where she went after. It was all necessary. Quil had taken his world from him. His brothers, his home, and now he would take the most important thing from Quil. His love. His mate.

Contrary to his previous plan, he wouldn't give fair warning. He would simply take the girl and run-where Quil could find them of course. And then he would have to choose, choose between his mate, or his land.

--OO—

Claire bustled around the kitchen hurriedly preparing for Quil's arrival. This date night she wanted it to be perfect, Quil had given her a birthday celebration for the past week, and she wanted to have a lazy night at home with him—just like it used to be.

She prepared popcorn, and set out soda, a just-baked chocolate cake and sweets, and waited on the kitchen counter for him to come through the door. She had chosen the movie this week, a movie she had wanted to see for awhile called The Holiday, it didn't seem overly sappy, it was a chick flick, but seeing as it was Quil, she was sure he wouldn't mind. Time spent together was never a waste, and they didn't argue about such petty things.

She waited impatiently for him to come through the door, her stomach a mixture of butterflies and hurt from being away from him for so long. It had been two days. With her new job, and him running around with the boys they had barely spent anytime together. Well, anytime alone together, and while Quil didn't mind public displays of affection at all, she didn't want to be making out in front of people who were like her brothers.

Claire didn't want it to seem that their relationship was entirely physical, but she and Quil had been emotionally connecting for her entire life, and while they had been physically close, it wasn't the same as being able to kiss him. Being able to sink into him and enjoy his scent, and his warmth, and his lips, which were incredibly perfect.

The back door opened with a soft creak and Claire hopped down from the counted. She moved into Quil's arms easily, and sighed, being with him was like coming home. Quil smiled widely and embraced his girlfriend tightly. It was hard to imagine more love and loyalty existed, there was just so much between the two.

"Hi baby" He murmured, nuzzling her dark brown hair with his nose, breathing in deeply.

Claire suppressed a girlish giggle, "Hi"

She stood on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. He smiled and leaned down, pecking her softly on the mouth and pulling away. Claire glanced up at him and frowned. Quil's heart clenched slightly and leaned down for a longer deeper kiss that held more impact and passion then she had anticipated.

Their lips connected heatedly, and it radiated through every part of their body. Their tongues met and increased the heat of their kiss tenfold. A few moments later Claire pulled away-needing oxygen, and smiled as she caught her breath.

"Should we watch the movie?" Quil asked breathlessly

"Yeah," Claire nodded and turned to go into the sitting room.

The table, as usual, was loaded with all kinds of snacks for them. Quil immediately pounced on the chocolate cake, cutting two slices on different plates. Claire noticed the lack of forks and got up off the couch, "I am gonna get some forks"

"No," Quil murmured, gripping her arm and tugging her back down on the couch, "we'll eat with our hands"

Claire smiled, watching Quil's big fingers dip into the piece of chocolate cake.

Quil smiled at her and then sobered, "Close your eyes," he whispered.

Claire closed her eyes obediently, and her heart flipped slightly in anticipation. She felt Quil's hand dance across her face briefly, and disappear for a moment before she heard the whisper, "Open your mouth"

Claire hesitated, and then parted her lips, opening her mouth, she felt Quil's finger trace the line of her lips and then dip inside her mouth, leaving the sweet taste of chocolate cake crumbling in her mouth.

She closed her lips and chewed, opening her eyes. Quil was staring at her seriously, and smiled at her. Then she saw Quil's raise and felt him plop a bit of icing on her nose. She dropped her mouth open and laughed, reaching down and sweeping up chocolate on her finger and swiping it down his cheek.

What began neck was a full out chocolate war, and by the end of it both of them had chocolate all over their faces and we're leaning on each other, trying to sweep the chocolate off.

"I love you," Quil murmured, connecting their lips.

"You too" Claire smiled,

--OO—

The next morning the hustle and bustle of the kitchen was increased more then usual. There was a feeling in the air of excitement and change.

The conversation was alive at the table, but paused rapidly when the door creeped open and Leah walked in. She sat down at the table and smiled. Everyone looked at her expectantly.

"I'm pregnant" she murmured, avoiding glances at Sam.

The silence was deafening, Emily seemed the first to recover and smiled, leaning over to touch Leah's hand, "That's lovely, darling"

"I think-if it's okay with Sam, that Adam and I would like to stay with the pack. Obviously I won't be able to phase for awhile, but after the baby is born?"

Sam paused, his jaw clenching, "Sure"

Leah opened her mouth to say something when Jacob walked into the kitchen, "I've found an unfamiliar set on the western front"

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