Hey everyone! So, after the results of the poll came in, Quil and Claire had the highest number of votes, so, as promised, here is the first chapter of the story. Tell me what you think, and what you wan to happen between Quil and Claire! Also, this story is rated T right now, but if you'd like it to change to M, I might consider writing a chapter with-well, you know. Anyways, See you guys later! Review!

Quil and Claire-Chapter 1

My chocolate brown paws pounded against the forest floor, and I was a blur amongst the trees as I brought myself closer and closer to Claire.

Ever since most of the guys had stopped phasing, I picked up a lot of the slack, running patrols much more often than I did when the pack was larger. It was pretty much just me, Embry, and the two other young wolves that hadn't imprinted yet. And Jake, of course, but he wasn't around much since the Cullens had moved and he'd gone with them.

And, because the Cullens were gone, there weren't a lot of nomads that came through this area.

There were really no vampires in the area anymore, and I guess I'd stop phasing soon enough, once Claire was a little older.

She was eighteen now; and the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. I remember exactly when I realized it-exactly when I fell in love with the girl I'd known for over a decade.

It was about a year ago, when she was about seventeen and a half, and Embry had persuaded me to tear myself away from her for a weekend and go camping, just a cooler full of beer, a tent, and us. We could catch whatever else we needed.

I was skeptical, not ever having been away from her for that long, but Embry begged and guilt-tripped me into it-I kinda felt bad about ditching him for Claire all the time.

By Sunday, I was salivating to get back to her, and when we finally did get back to the Rez on Monday, I ran straight to Sam and Emily's house where she was staying. She threw open the door when I knocked, and my eyes went wide as I saw her.

She was wearing a tight pink camisole and a pair of light wash denim shorts that only came town to the middle of her thighs, and I felt the sudden urge to kiss her, touch her, anything. Every brotherly feeling I had towards her vanished.

I could almost feel the imprinting bond between us shifting and changing, and the pull towards her get infinitely stronger. I nearly forgot to breathe when she reached out to hug me hello.

And now, here I was a year later, still not able to tell her how I feel. I had convinced myself to wait for her to pursue me, but I'd never been able to tell if her feelings had changed when mine did. I was such a coward.

I shifted back as I got close to Sam's place, where Claire spent all her time when she wasn't with me. Emily had two boys; Matthew and Levy, and Claire loved to babysit.

I pulled on a pair of shorts and walked into the house, heading for the living room, where I knew she would be.

Claire turned around on the couch when I walked in the room and immediately jumped up to hug me.

"Hey, Quil!" she said excitedly. "Guess what?"

"What?" I asked, smiling, and trying my hardest to focus on her eyes and not her chest, which was in a somewhat low-cut top this afternoon.

She started talking about school, and I tried to focus, i really did, but i was a little distractedg trying to keep Sam, who was in the room with us, from noticing I was blatantly checking out his niece. It was a good thing he couldn't read my mind anymore, or I would've been a dead man months ago.

"-and so then she told me I got a perfect score on my essay! Isn't that great?"

"That's amazing, Claire! I'm so happy for you!" I said genuinely, feeling guilty as hell for not paying attention the entire time.

"Thanks, Quil." she said. She had a couple of school books sprawled across the coffee table, and she leaned over to collect them and stand up. "I was just doing some homework while I was waiting for you to get back, I'll put these away and then we can do whatever you want," she said, before turning to head for the kitchen.

I'm good with staring at you the rest of the day, I thought as I turned and trained my eyes on her ass as she left the room.

Ugh, what is wrong with me?

I sighed as I slumped back onto the couch. Going insane is exhausting.

"So, Quil, how was patrol?" Sam asked from the other side of the room.

"Just fine," I mumbled guiltily. "Pretty quiet with just me taking this shift. It's nice."

Sam nodded his understanding and looked warily at where Claire had retreated to, and then back to me. Damn it, he had seen me checking her out! Shit, shit, shit!

"Quil, do you think maybe we could talk about something later?" I noticed how fast he'd switched from his 'friend' voice to his 'Claire is like a daughter to me' voice. Crap.

"About what?" I said, playing dumb. Luckily, Claire came back into the room just then and plopped back down beside me.

"So, what do you wanna do today?"