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Protect Her

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*

8. Chapter 8

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She asked me to come with her to the office- I don’t deserve it, but she wants me there, and I am there. I held her hand as she walked into the lobby, visibly terrified. I stepped outside as she changed into a gown, but returned as the doctor did. I am not leaving her alone, especially not with a leech, especially not after what happened.

“All right, I need you to step over here so I can get an x-ray.”

She did not cower or ask if it would hurt. So brave.

She had two broken ribs.

“Impressive control, pup. I am surprised you do not phase here and hurt her.”

“I would never, NEVER, hurt her. Nor will I allow anyone to hurt her.”

The leech smiles. “You love her.”


She whimpers, and I realize she has taken my words amiss. I comfort her silently by, against all instinct, not going to her, not touching her. Her answering smile is all the reward I need.

“Very well. I’ll need to see those ribs. Come back in two weeks… I want to make sure they’re healing properly.”

“Whatever you need, Dr. Cullen,” I said. Being a smart-butt would not help save Claire.

“He must have hit her very hard for that much to happen… or else he might have thrown her down the stairs.”

“I fell down the stairs,” Claire said, very quietly.

“Okay. Thanks, sweetie.” I wasn’t going to argue with her about who had been the origin of the flight.

“All right, I’ll need to keep an eye in it… most of the bruises look like they’re from slaps or punches. Claire, if you want to talk about that, it would be very helpful.”

His voice was very gentle, and if he was not a leech, I would have liked him. He was good to my poor frightened Claire.

“Sorry…” she whimpered, cowering like she expected a blow.

“I suggest a therapist? Abuse can be very traumatizing.”

“It’s up to Claire.” I don’t like the idea of having her pouring her heart out to some stranger, but I leave that choice to her.

“I don’t want to.”

I was almost getting used to the tremor in her voice, her quiet quiet tone, the way her tone trembled. I almost could.

This is what he’d done to her.

It was not something anyone capable of loving could watch without loathing.

And for me? Need you ask how much worse it is for me?

She was the only one I could love.

How could I be asked to tolerate it?

Well, I wouldn’t. but I would stay, if Claire wanted it of me… because she was Claire, and I adored her with all the fire of my soul. I would do anything for her. I was the only one who could save her.

I was the only one.

I would get her through this.

I would heal all the damage a monster can do to a child’s trusting soul.

I would gain her trust and by God I would keep it.

This was what my life would be for.