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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.

12. Chapter 12

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I did think. Long and hard.

And I came to the conclusion that Claire was right.

I had spent the last ten years trying to fix her, when she had saved herself in all but actual physical actions. She was the hero, not me. I was the one who had the fear. I feared hurting her, and I had fallen prey to that.

“I’m sorry…” I whispered, though she was nowhere in earshot. But sorry had been the problem all along, hadn’t it? I had been crippled by sorry. When there was only one thing to make up for failure, I’d spent my time wallowing in remorse rather than actually helping…

So I would help. I would not be stopped. I loved Claire, and I would always love her. I would not let anything stop that. I was sure of that.

I stand and rejoin her in the main room.

“Well?” She cocks an eyebrow. It is adorable... for god’s sake, focus, Quil.

“You were right.”

“Of course I was.” She doesn’t seem surprised at all. “But I’m glad you agree with me. Now you can be right too.”

“I have seen the light. I love you.”

“I note the absence of any form of apology, thanks to what ever heavenly power there is. I am sick of apologies. I never want to hear you apologize ever again.”

“What if… I accidentally, er, umm… I know! Break your stuff!”

“No sorry.”


She cracked up again. “You’re so funny. I love you. See, that’s the important thing. I love you, flaws and all. I love exactly what you are.”

This was a novel concept. I knew I would become exactly what Claire wanted, that I loved everything she was, but to hear that she didn’t want me to change was wonderful.

It had been a long time since I could be who I was, so caught up had I become in the pack and in her.

I had found her.

I had run from my brothers. Perhaps it was shameful, to have abandoned my tribe, but there was still Colin and Brady, Embry and Leah. Four protectors should be enough with the Cullens gone. And maybe someday Claire would want to return to the forest that would always be my home.

Until then, I had found what I’d lost.

I had found Quil Ateara.

And, yes, a lot of me was made of the pack and Claire, but I needed to keep them separate. I realized that. Every part of me was what Claire wanted, but I had been looking at that fact wrong. I didn’t have to mold myself to her, because she loved me.

I had everything I needed, everything she needed. Finally our hearts would not be breaking. Nothing could shake our world.

Happy endings don’t have horror. That part was over. I knew it. And I had everything that could hold her.

I took her hand and spun her around to face me. I could hold her, in my arms, in my heart, forever. I was her Quil. She was my Claire. And that, that could never ever change.