Quil is Claire's. He will do exactly what she needs of him. Even when her newly divorced father gains custody and forbids him to go anywhere near her, he does what's best... he leaves her alone. And then, after five long years, he realizes what's been happening to the one he was born to protect. He WILL save her, no matter what it takes.
Quil/Claire. Yes, it's a little creepy. He's in love with a two-year -old. Mostly post-eclipse, will skip around a bunch... *disclaims*
2. Chapter 2
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John looked furious. The man would make a good werewolf. Except for his cool distance. I didn’t like him at all. I wasn’t sure I wanted him anywhere near Claire.
Lina looked disgusted. “Are you some kind of pedophile?”
Don’t get angry. Don’t get angry…
“No. It’s not like that. Not at all. I would never, could never, do anything that is not completely, totally, utterly in her best interest. She will be safest when she is with me. I will protect her with my life. That’s what I’m for, ma’am. To protect her and help her and do anything she wants me to. Someday, maybe, we’ll be more than friends. But that will always be her choice. I will never hurt her in the way you’re suggesting… or any other. And I will never allow anyone else to hurt her. She is the most important thing to me. Always. She is my reason for existing. I will watch her more carefully than anyone else could. I adore her… and it’s not about me. It’s about her. She is what matters. I need to be near her because I need to keep her safe.”
The thin man stood. “No. I’m not letting some mutant teenage wackjob psychopath pervert near my daughter. She’s two years old, you pervert!”
“What do you mean, someday?” Lina asked, utterly unaffected by her husband’s ridiculous show of temper.
“Well, we don’t age. Not until we stop phasing. So I’ll wait for Claire to grow up, and be hers if she’ll have me. When she’s a woman. Until then, I’ll be anything she needs. Her friend, her protector, her brother. Anything. And to me, she’ll be the whole world.”
“I think I understand. You’ll want to see her?”
“Every minute of every day. But I understand, if you insist I don’t. I need to be near her, at least some of the time. Maybe… four hours a day?”
The woman spluttered. “Four hours a week. You’re in love with my two-year-old. That’s pretty disturbing.”
“I’m not in love with her. I love her. Neither of you quite seems to understand… I don’t want to have a romantic relationship with a toddler. That would be strange. But I love her. I want to do anything she wants me to.”
“Fine. One hour a day.”
“Okay. Two hours a day.”
Haggling. How ridiculous. Sam glanced at me, seeming to know my mind. It was ludicrous. This is so important.
Mr. Denson stood. “He is not going NEAR her. That’s it. You’re going to let him spend time with her? What’s he going to do with her? She’s a baby.”
“Play with her. Make her smile. Teach her. Feed her. Put her to bed and watch her sleep. I don’t care. I just want to be near her.”
“No. This is not happening. I refuse.”
“Don’t be silly, Jack. I need another hand around the house anyway.”
“Hire a maid.”
“When this boy will do a better job? He’s not going to hurt her. I believe him. We can trust him.”
“Yes, you can,” Sam offered. “He would never do anything to betray a trust. Besides… he’s in my pack. And he can’t disobey an order. Quil, you are not to attempt to pursue any romantic or sexual relationship with Claire until she is fifteen.”
“Yes sir.” Not that I planned to... but this was not the time for my usual sarcasm.
“I’m barely sixteen, sir. And I’m not getting any older.”
He spluttered helplessly, then returned silently to his seat.
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