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Being Her

A series of one-shots in Claire's perspective throughout the series For Her.

Um, will not go in any order. they come as i get bored enough to write them. PSSSTTT if you want a new story, go review with her!

24. Surprise!

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I screamed at the top of my lungs, and I heard Quil come running.

He hammered on the door. “Claire? Claire, what is it? Are you all right? What’s going on? What’s happening? Claire? Claire?”

“Calm down, Quil,” I instructed, forcing the panic out of my own voice. I breathed deeply in and out through my nose, still keeping my tone perfectly flat as I continued, “I need you to call Emily for me.”


“Call Emily. Get her over here. Right away, please.”

“Of course, but… why?”

I breathed again, carefully, in through my nose and out through my mouth. It was one step up from nasal breaths on the scale of impending terror. “Quil. I cannot explain that right now, because I don’t know the answer. Once Emily gets here, she will explain it to me, and then I will explain it to you. Now, this is somewhat urgent. I’d appreciate it if you could hurry.”

“All right.”

He sounded totally bewildered. Then again, I was just as confused as he was.

I sighed and sat there on the toilet seat, trying not to be either terrified or bored senseless by the fact that there was nothing to do but think about what was happening or stare at the white ceiling.

I chose the ceiling.

Fortunately, Emily got there fairly quickly. I heard her knock on the door, two quick and quiet pounds, very purposeful, and then her voice, “It’s me.”

As if I could possibly confuse her with Quil. “I’ll get the door.”

Carefully, I stood, and then opened the entry. Emily stepped through. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“I’m… bleeding.”

“Where?” she asked, perfectly calm.

I gestured vaguely. She nodded, and then sighed, coming over to pat my arm gently.

“You must be so confused, sweetheart.”

I gulped and bobbed my head up and down in agreement. I was very, very confused. In fact, I didn’t think I’d been so confused in all my confusing life.

“Poor thing. Here. I just have to run out and get something for you. CVS, or my house… my house is closer. I won’t be five minutes. And here,” she took out her iPod and handed it over, “here’s to keep you busy while you wait.”

The wait was much easier this time, listening to Emily’s favorite pop music and slightly less terrified out of my mind. After all, she didn’t seem that concerned, so I didn’t have to worry as much. And I had this cheery- or possibly annoying- song to soothe me.

Under my umbrella, ella, ella, hey, hey, hey…

I sighed and shifted a little.

Fortunately, Emily came back before I could be driven absolutely insane. That was a plus.

“Here you are,” she said, handing me a blue box.

“Thanks,” I replied, though the impromptu gift clarified nothing.

Emily sat down on the edge of the bathtub, folding her hand under the scarred side of her face, and explained.

Fifteen minutes later, after lengthy clarification, thorough questioning, a nice long shower, and the use of Emily’s present, I emerged, slightly uncomfortable, but relieved.

Emily and Quil were waiting for me outside the bathroom door.

“What’s going on?” he demanded instantly.

Emily met my eyes, and we laughed a little. “Quil, it’s fine. Really fine.”

“Perfectly normal.”

What is?”

I couldn’t even meet his eyes. I was laughing too hard. She explained instead. “Congratulations, Quil. Your little imprint is a woman.”

He didn’t look any less bewildered.

I shook my head at his masculine cluelessness. “You shouldn’t be so worried.”

“If you’d tell me what’s going on…” he began.

“Quil. I got my period,” I finally stuttered, and then blushed. Quil did too, and I swear I never thought the kind Emily Uley could laugh quite so sadistically as she did just then.