AN: So it's been about a gazillion years. I am truly and sincerely sorry for the very long wait; there is no excuse for such behavior. Please keep reading though. Disclaimer: I don't own anything and that good stuff. -Miss Moofy-

He smiled my smile and nodded, "Yeah I should have, I know I can never say no to you so I don't know why I try."

Sometime between here and the Cali line I guess I must have passed out because the next thing I know we're parked in front of a really nice hotel.

Still feeling a little groggy, I opened my door and practically fell out onto the blacktop.

Quil grabbed our bags before I could even attempt to reach for them.

I grabbed his unoccupied hand and led him to the front lobby so we could check in.

Because I was still half-asleep everything happened in a haze, it was almost dream like.

Before I knew it Quil was unlocking the door to our room and the first thing I did was fall into bed.

Quil changed into his PJs and climbed in next to me.

There was no Sam to interfere now.

I snuggled into his arm and I was out like a light and plunged into a terrible dream.

I heard the sharp tap, tap, tap, of pebbles hitting the glass on the window.

There was only one window in out room so I went to investigate.

It was pitch black outside but as I squinted my eyes I began to make-out a figure but I wasn't sure who it was.

Now that they had gotten my attention the pebbles stopped.

They slowly walked forward and stepped into the halo of light cast by a street lamp and I felt my stomach drop.

It was my father.

Words can't begin to describe the look on his smug face.

Just like he promised he would, he found me.

My breathing sped up along with my heart; I was panicking and I knew it.

That's when I heard the pebbles again.

I opened my eyes, very confused and frightened.

The sound of the pebbles hitting the glass was very real and my dream instantly flooded back into my mind.

I carefully and cautiously peeked my head over the window sill and glimpsed outside.

Just like in my dream it was pitch black outside but unlike my dream it wasn't my father who was throwing them, it was Leah!

A breathed a sigh of relief and slid the window open.

Quil was still asleep and I really didn't wasn't to wake him so I whisper-yelled out the Window to her.

"Leah, you scared the shit out of me! What do you want?"

"Is Quil asleep?" she whisper-yelled back.

"Yeah, why?"

"Seth is running low, he needs a break."

I completely empathized with Seth; I know my uncle works them really hard and he is still the young one.

I held up my finger telling Leah to wait just a minute and walked from the window to Quil's bedside.

I didn't want to wake him up but I knew Seth needed a break, he had be running all day.

"Quil, wake up honey," I softly cooed into his ear as I shook his shoulder gently.

Unexpectedly, Quil popped up like a cork and instantly began questioning me.

"Claire, are you okay?"

"What's wrong baby?"

"Did something happen?"

I put my hands to his face and quietly shushed him before answering his questions.

"I'm just fine; nothing is wrong; and no, nothing happened."

He looked a bit confused then asked, "Why did you wake me up then?"

"Do you need something sweetheart?"

I love that he's always thinking of me.

"No it's not me, Seth is running on empty."

"Will you switch with him so he can take a nap? He's been running all day."

"Leah's at the window if you need to talk to her."

He went over and poked his out, confirming my story.

They spoke fast and quiet.

Damn werewolves and their advanced capabilities.

Quil closed the window so I assumed everything was settled.

"So what's going on?" I asked him

"Seth should be up here in about 2 seconds then I can leave."

They weren't about to leave me unattended for any length of time.

My face fell into a pout.

As much as I knew it was necessary for him to go patrol I didn't want him to leave.

He saw my look and instantly knew.

"It'll just be for a few hours Claire-Bear!"

We both knew that I knew that; it didn't change the fact that I would still miss him.

At that moment we heard a card slide into the lock and permit access.

Speak of the Devil, there was Seth and he looked rough!

I could see he was dead, tired.

He fell onto the bed that Quil and I weren't occupying and was out in no time.

"Awe poor Seth," I clicked my tongue and shook my head in empathy.

"I guess I need to go know, try to go back to sleep baby."

"I'll try but I can't make any promises."

He smiled but I knew it was forced.

He didn't want to leave anymore than I wanted him to.

We shared a soft, sweet, kiss but no more words.

He walked out the door without looking back; it was easier that way.

Reluctantly I fell back onto the bed.

It was still warm from where Quil occupied it, just moments ago.

I laid back down and started thinking about my dream.

I knew it was more than just a dream, it was a premonition.

My dad was going to find me and get a hold of me one way or another.

Quil might be a werewolf but my dad is a lot smarter than all four of us combined.

I was scared and I didn't even have Quil here to comfort me.

All I had for company now was snoring coming from Seth and the buzzing worry in my head.

The buzzing was like a lullaby and soon I was asleep again praying that the terrible dream would stay away…at least until Quil came back.

AN: I hope you can see where this is going. As always R&R please and if it takes me a while to write back again blow me up and be persistent. Don't let me go off like that again. I'm really so sorry.