Disclaimer: This is Stephenie Meyer's world of Twilight I'm just borrowing her characters for a while:D

Authors Note: This is the story as I see it of Quill and Claire, it's not an extremely happy one but it does cut out the whole childhood thing that I have seen in other fan-fictions considerably! I'm not sure if anyone else has wrote one along the same lines as mine it basically has Claire and Quill seperated for a while you will see why as the chapters go along! If you like it please review!! Like I always say anything at all good or bad!! Please enjoy:D

Chapter One

QPOV

Walking along the road to Sam's house I savoured the warm breeze that was brushing off my face, the scent of pine from the forest mixed with the salt swept off the sea, leaving a fresh after-scent on my clothes. It was days like these that made being a werewolf all the more enjoyable. Already I was imagining running through the forest, racing against the breeze as it played with my fur. My senses were always heightened when I was in werewolf form, the thought of the sensation of wind, like icy fingers running through my fur sent a slight thrill down my spine.

As I came within viewpoint of the house, Sam came out to meet me on the porch; he motioned for me to come along more quickly and to remain quiet. Puzzled I quickened my pace until I was standing right beside him. I looked at Sam quizzically and he smiled in response, just to let me know that it was nothing to worry about. "Emily's nieces are staying over" Sam explained in a hushed whisper "she's only just managed to put them to sleep now!". I nodded and smiled at the exasperated look on Sam's face "Handful are they?" I teased careful to keep it to a whisper. Sam looked like he was having difficulty suppressing a laugh, "You have no idea….up at dawn and ….arguing all day…I mean don't get me wrong there great kids…just tiring..". Sam's shoulders slumped somewhat after saying this and I couldn't help but chuckle quietly to myself at the thought of him being tired out by some little kids. This reminded me that they must have been quite young for them to be taking a nap. "What ages are they?" I asked trying to improve the little picture that I had in my mind of Sam the great werewolf being beaten down a by an equally ferocious toddler. Sam looked at me bemusedly almost as though he could tell what I had been thinking, I knew that he couldn't now but later when we were both wolves then he would see exactly what I was thinking. No doubt I would pay for it then too!.

"Well.." Sam replied "Susan is 5 now and Claire is 2.…..but they might as well be older.." Sam trailed off. This last statement had me completely confused, what on earth was Sam talking about?. Sam looked up and this time laughed at my expression, but quickly quieted it before it got too loud. "They might as well be older Quill because the little heathens know exactly how to get what they want, they have the fine art of manipulation down to a tee!" Sam explained simply. I smirked back at him and we both started looking out towards the sea, lost in our own thoughts before we were interrupted.

Emily stuck her head out the door and looked quite annoyed about something, "You two…" she scolded quietly " thanks a lot you've only gone and woken Susan….there's no chance she'll go back to sleep now!" Sam looked guilty and apologetic and quickly went to her and kissed her on the cheek and mumbled something into her ear which made her smile; she looked up at Sam and kissed him, I took it that he was forgiven.

I found it very awkward being around Sam and Emily and anyone else in the pack for that matter that had imprinted. The way they moved around their partners was overpoweringly full of love. It was like each person was the centre of the other persons world and they revolved around one another. It was difficult to be near that; you felt as though you were intruding on something private; even though you knew exactly what they were thinking from spending time as wolves together, which made it in my opinion worse again.

Sam beckoned for me to follow him inside. When I was in the living room I looked down to see the girl that was who I assumed Susan. I could tell what Sam meant about them being a handful, Susan had in front of her, what looked to be the entire contents of a toy store spread across the floor. Everything from plastic mirrors to plastic ponies. Right then Susan had picked up the mirror and was brushing her hair with a small comb. I smirked at this little show of vanity and wondered to myself if this particular trait would stay with her as she grew up. Susan had a red brown tint to her skin and long brown hair, she had a small mouth and a small button nose, she reminded me of one of those children in toy commercials.

"Quill would you like something to drink?" Emily called softly from the kitchen. I turned and nodded and walked to the kitchen "that would be nice thanks.. What've you got?" I asked whilst peering past her into the now open fridge. Emily smirked at me and pointed towards the drinks shelf, I quickly spotted a pitcher of Emily's home-made lemonade "Oh you made lemonade!" I exclaimed before I could think. Emily laughed "I guess I should take that as I would like a lemonade Emily please!". I blushed at my little outburst thanked Emily as she handed me the glass and went to sit on the sofa, Susan playing at my feet.

Sam and Emily didn't mind us spending so much time at there house all the time, we were family now and that's all there was to it!. Emily came over and sat down on Sam's lap who was sitting on the armchair across from me and we sat there talking into the afternoon. I had nowhere else to be, Jacob was moping around at home, Embry was helping his mother out at home with fixing up their kitchen. I hadn't been too interested in either so had decided to spend the day with Sam and Emily. I was the newest member of the pack and it was good to be around Sam snd Emily, Sam was trying his best to help me with the transition; and I had to admit that I would have found it incredibly difficult without his guidance. Even though I found myself to be thoroughly delighted with the change, being a werewolf was amazing, the power, the speed and the sense of family was better than anything I could imagine.

Sam and I spent some of the morning discussing alternate means of carrying spare clothes around with us, an annoying and potentially embarrassing problem to be faced with. Every time I changed my clothes would rip to shreds unless that is unless I had taken them off before hand. Of course everyone of us was faced with this problem but because I was the newest my changing was a little unpredictable. If I lost my temper I found it incredibly difficult to keep from changing so as a result I was quickly running out of clothes to wear.

As we were talking about this a cry was heard from the other room, for some reason this cry bothered me; I felt the urge to go to the child that was now crying obviously having woken up and found themselves alone. Without thinking I was standing, Sam looked up at me in confusion "Where are you going?". I wasn't sure myself why I had stood up and just attempted being nonchalant by shrugging and stretching "Just needed a stretch is all!" I smirked at him hoping , that I had covered up my brief moment of insanity. Sam till looked at me sceptically but seemed to let it go.

As we continued talking I felt inexplicably restless as though there was somewhere else that I needed to be. I could hear Emily struggling to calm Claire down, again I felt the incredible urge to go help her only just managing to stop myself from getting up again this time. Sam was now watching me with an odd expression on his face, his forehead puckered in concentration as though he were trying to read my thoughts. I grinned sheepishly at him "Sounds like she's putting up quite a fight there doesn't it!" I said laughing uneasily. Sam nodded and I saw him look away from me in the direction of the hall where the sound of Emily's approaching footsteps could be heard, his forehead furrow deepened. Then Emily appeared in the living room carrying Claire.

I could not even begin to describe what I felt when I saw Claire, suddenly again I got the overwhelming urge to go to her and take her from Emily; who's grip I could see that Claire was struggling against. Claire was tiny, she had raven black hair that was unkempt from sleep, she had pale brown skin for a quileute ,her eyes were a startling blue and she had full pouting lips and a perfect little nose. that's when I realised that I was staring at her and quickly swallowed and looked away. What was happening to me? Why was I suddenly so utterly mesmerised by a two year old?. Emily looked oddly at me and gave up trying to hold onto Claire and set her on the ground. Then to my surprise and everyone else's Claire came running to me and wrapped her little arms around my legs.

I stared open mouthed at the little angel that was currently holding my legs like her life depended on it and cautiously put my hand out to touch her hair in response. Hearing a quite gasp from Emily quickly knocked me out of my trance like state, I quickly pulled my hand back and ran it over my hair. I gulped again and looked up at Sam with what I would imagine looked like utter panic. Sam was looking at me in complete wonder and Emily seemed to be struggling to comprehend what she was seeing. I looked back soundlessly at Claire who in response automatically looked up at me with those penetrating eyes. I gasped and was suddenly hit with the realisation that I was completely and utterly in love with this child; I would I thought to myself gladly kill to keep her safe. This realisation scared me more than anything else and I quickly stood up careful not to hurt Claire. Claire continued to hold onto my leg with the surprising strength for someone so small.

"I HAVE TO GO!" I practically screamed at Sam and Emily. Emily seemingly brought back to a state of awareness rushed forward and pulled Claire from my leg, only for her to burst into tears. Without thinking I had her in my arms before Emily could even pick her up. Immediately Claire ceased crying and curled into my chest. Horrified I quickly handed her to Emily only for Claire to pull at my t-shirt as I pulled away. I swear I nearly cried at the pained look on Claire's face and wretched slightly.

This whole incident had gone entirely in silence which was now broken by Sam who had been staring at me incredulously. "Quill…" Sam began, but before he could finish I had sprinted to the door "Thanks for having me see ya!" I called over my shoulder as I rushed through the door. Going faster as I felt sharp stab-like pains to my heart each time Claire cried out for me.