Well, if you've been to my profile you would know that I am NOT a werewolf fan, at all, most of the time I'm anti-dog. BUT when it comes to Quil and Claire I'm totally a QxC shipper. (That does NOT mean that I like the other dogs, ESPECIALLY Jacob Black, I still hate him, in fact, if I can help it he won't be in this story much at all) I think that Quil and Claire's story is so adorable. So this is my first try at writing this pairing. I hope you like it.

OBVIOUSLY I don't own the Twilight characters, Stephenie Meyer does, and I'm merely a composer of events, not an originator of characters. No copy write infringement is intended. +Cullenistic Attitude.

QPOV

Why oh why did this have to happen to me? All these stories of imprinting and supernatural ordaining of love, and soul mates and what not was just a joke to me until I saw her. With her bouncing black curls, and big blue eyes, Claire was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and, she was two years old. From the moment that I saw her I knew that I would always be there for her, I would always want to be around her, I would always care about her. From day one, I wanted to be her favorite person in the world, I wanted to be the coolest big brother, the best friend she could ever have, and give her all of my heart and love, and hopefully, when she's old enough, she'll feel the same way. I had imprinted on a toddler. The rest of the pack knew immediately, and they shared my astonishment and embarrassment about the entire situation. Sam was the most understanding, since his imprinting situation was less that peachy too. We talked about everything when I first imprinted. He told me that I didn't have a choice in this matter, and that if I didn't be with her, I probably wouldn't ever stop fazing. I knew that I would have to take it slow and be patient, first just being there while she was growing up, always being apart of her life, a brother, a buddy, a confidant, a friend, a babysitter need be. She would grow up always knowing about the pack, and then when she turned 17, which was how old I was until I stopped fazing, we decided, I would tell her about the imprinting, and then she could decide for herself if she wanted to be apart of it. Sam and Jared were fairly positive that she would, because imprinting doesn't just come from one party, it's a mutual affection, we are like two pieces of a puzzle, made to be together, it was in our very DNA.

Six Years Old

"Quilly!" I heard a sweet voice whine from behind me, I whirled around to see my favorite face, 6 year old Claire, her black hair plastered to her face clothes sticking to her little frame like glue, I laughed at the sight of her, although soaking wet she was the cutest thing I had ever seen. I knelt down to be eye level with her; I grabbed a towel that was lying on a chair near by and wrapped it around her shoulders, pushing the hair out of her face.

"Well what happened here?" I asked as I tried to contain my laughter.

"Ben and Andrew pushed me into the water!" She huffed pointing a thumb over her shoulder at the two boys feigning innocence on the edge of the shore of one of the La Push beaches that we were on today. Claire crossed her arms and glared at me. I grinned and pulled her into a hug, I kissed the top of her forehead, and then winked at her as I got up and walked away.

"Just wait here Claire Bear, I'll take care of them" I called, she grinned a big toothy grin and clumsily wiped her messy mop of curls out of her face. I walked over to Ben and Andrew, two boys who lived on La Push, they were 7 and 8 years old and the two terrors of the reservation. I motioned for Embry to join me, who wasn't standing that far from Claire and I and had heard her dilemma, he got the same idea as me and jogged over to me and joined me by my side as we sauntered over to the boys. "So—" I called to them, "—I heard that the two of you tossed little Claire over there into the ocean. What do you have to say to yourself?" I asked. Embry grinned wickedly.

"We—uh—we didn't—we were just…" Ben ended dumbly.

"Not good enough!" Embry shouted as he and I ran and grabbed the two boys and dumped them lightly into the water, we were roaring with laughter as they stood up and spluttered, dripping wet, shouting and screaming at us. They stomped away and Embry and I high fived each other.

"Thank you Quilly you're the best!" Claire called as she dashed inside to change her sopping clothes. I smiled and waved at her.

"Yeah, Quilly. —" Embry said teasingly, I punched his arm, "—No really man, that kid really adores you." He smacked my arm approvingly and walked back inside the house, I stared out at the ocean, Yeah, I really adore that kid too. I sighed, just 11 more years.