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Protect Her

Summary:
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.


Notes:
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*


4. Chapter 4

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Claire, Claire. Oh, Claire. I love you, Claire. Please Claire. I love you. Claire. Claire. Claire. Claire.

Will you SHUT UP , Embry thought, quite rudely.

Cut him a break. You don’t know what it’s like. Kim… Jared retorted.

At least we get to see them. Poor Quil… Sam replied with unusual sympathy.

I groaned and phased. The voices. ALL THE VOICES. THEY CAN’T SHUT UP!!!!

The voices in my head are annoying.

I don’t want to talk to them.

I want to sit here and think about her.

My clothes are hidden under a stump, but I have a feeling I’ll need to phase again soon. So I just sit, naked, and wait.

And think about how much I adore her. Claire. Claire. CLAIRE.

Sam pops out of the bushes, in human form. “Put clothes on.”

“Yessir.”

“Actually, don’t.”

“Yessir.” I hate it when Sam does the Alpha thing. It’s very irritating. After all, we’re brothers as much as his subordinates.

“Quil, look. I know you worry about her… I would too, in your shoes. And it’s driving us nuts. I for one find it quite irritating to be constantly obsessing over my five year old niece.”

“Nine. She’s nine.” It’s been five years…

“Exactly. It’s not fair to you, or us. Just cause her father’s a jerk doesn’t mean we should all have to suffer. Thus… as Pack Leader I hereby order you to go visit her so you can stop obsessing. Off. Go.”

Did I say Sam annoyed me? I meant I loved him. He’s the best. And his tendency to totally control other people’s lives… gotta love it. Nothing like that…

“THANK YOU.”

He smiled tautly. I ran off, phasing before my first footfall struck the ground.

The faster I run, the faster I can see her face after all these years…

I think I set the new world record.

It is only a minute later I am forty miles away, outside her school. The longest minute ever…

I do not even try to deal with her father. He has refused crudely and cruelly again and again. So I just march into the office and lift a badge. Authorized Visitor. I scribble my name on it and stride, trying to look like I know what I’m doing, into the hall labeled Fourth Grade.

I questioned every teacher. One, a slight woman with fat spectacles, finally knows. “Claire? Why?”

“I’m a friend of her mother’s. Lina is worried… it’s been years since Jack brought Claire for a visit. And Jack wouldn’t let me in the house.”

The woman sighed. “This is so illegal, but… Claire? Claire, honey, someone’s here to see you?”

She came running.

She did not look good… she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, but she did not look good.

Rail-thin, bones poking out under her perfect, smooth russet skin, she couldn’t have weighed more than sixty pounds. Her big dark eyes were downcast and a bruise stained one cheek a sickly yellow. I bit back the fury… I could not phase in front of her. I could not hurt her. Claire could not be hurt.

She had been, though. I had to make sure it never happened again.

I clenched my hands. She would not be hurt again.

The teacher saw my stress and Claire’s terror. “Honey, you go on back to class.”

She ran off without one look at me. I could barely control my voice, and it came out as a terse whisper. “Who did that to her?”

“We think it’s her father.”

“Why the hell hasn’t anyone stopped it?”

She looked straight at me. “You’re a young man, and you obviously care about her. So this might be difficult to understand. Jack Denson is a rich man—he wallows in money like a pig wallows in mud. We’ve raised charges, but the people they send don’t understand that every time he slips them a couple hundred not to look too hard, that little girl is getting hurt again.”

Money. They were letting her be hurt. For money!! “I’m going to withdraw her from school. She’s not going back to his house.”

She paused, then nodded. “Good luck, young man. You’ve got an uphill battle, with him and her. He’s whipped her heart half out.”

I didn’t believe that was possible. And I would do anything to heal her. If it took a million years, I would make her safe, and then I would make her happy.