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Hold Her

Sequel to Protect Her and Love Her. Quil and Claire have escaped from the past-- mostly. They are trying to fit in at college and find themselves and each other.

This will be fluffy, mostly. Some angst, of course. go read the prequels first. and enjoy. i don't own quil. poor me. review. please please PLEASE review.

11. Chapter 11

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“Quil. May I speak to you?”

“Of course.”

I worried at the formal tone of her voice… but it was all right. Even if she was going to tell me she never wanted to see my face again, I would take pleasure in making sure she never did. I would watch her forever, see her grow old in someone else’s arms, phase again, stay young forever for my pack. It might not be as fun for me, but I would be glad to help her.

“I’ve noticed something. You worry too much.”

“Well, I worry about something very important.”

“I’m being serious, Quil.”

“So am I.”

“Yeah. Shut up. Anyway, I need to ask you to do something for me. When I was first living with you, remember how scared I was? And then I wasn’t, remember?”


“Ever wonder why?”

I had actually been attributing that to my mad-tastic awesomeness and loving devotion, not that I would ever tell her that even if my life depended on it… “No.”

“Because I decided. I looked at myself and I said, I have two choices here. I can let him win. Or I can get over it. I picked being strong. It isn’t always easy, but I decided I wasn’t going to let him steal my choice, my ability to love. I love you, and I’m proud of it. But I think, as of right now, you’re letting him win. You’re so caught up by this ridiculous idea that you failed me that you can’t get over him. He’s dead. And, yes, I wasn’t lying to you, I did love him. Every girl loves her Daddy, but he betrayed me. So now I choose, with my choice that will always be mine, to say that I don’t love him. I love you.”

“Wow.” Claire is so impressive sometimes. She should write a self-help book. I mean, what ten-year-old thinks like that? One heck of a ten-year-old, in my very unbiased opinion.

“So I think you need to think. All these years, you’ve been worrying about me, and I think you need to take five minutes and worry about you. You’re a very selfless person, but sometimes people need to be selfish. Ask yourself how you feel. And how to stop feeling it. And then do what you think is right. Once in a while, I’m going to get scared. When we do something physical, it’s going to freak me out. But keep trying.”

“All right… I will. Absolutely, one hundred percent. You’re right, Claire. You’re right.”

“Of course I am.”

I grinned at that. “Let’s keep trying, shall we?” And I try something…

I kissed her. Very enthusiastically. This was the first time, technically speaking, I’d ever really kissed her, and only the second time we’d kissed.

But it felt like my whole life had been spent working towards it.

“Only twice, and already we’ve got it perfect,” Claire commented as we broke apart.

“My thoughts exactly.”

She laughed. “But don’t think you can distract me. You remember what I said.”

“Yes, ma’am.”