6I own solely the plot. Second thought, here take my plot, if you want it so bad. HERE!
random person who I threw the story at: Thank you? And what is Twilight?
Every twilighter in vicinity: GASP!
I was reading QuilxClaire and my brain was like LIGHT BULB and yeah. So short its barely long enough to be funny. I SAID BARELY!
QUIL POV
Me and Claire were just walking in the park. That sounds corny and lovey dovey, but she was only 5, so not romantic a couple-walk. When a dog walker came by. There weren't many domestic dogs on the Reservation. We made sure of that. There was a period of time when the dogs were "stolen" or "eaten by an animal", a fun period of time. Pomeranians run like hell. Seriously for little balls of fluff, they out ran us all. We had to call in Leah whom claimed this was "inhumane" and she barelycaught the little demon. So when the dog went by Claire tried to hid me and started to cry.
Claire + crying = something I MUST fix.
"Claire, whats wrong?" I picked her up and held her to my chest.
"Quil, I'm afraid of dogs!" She whispered and the dog walker, who I now recognised as Seth a.k.a. the only one allowed to keep his harmless Chiuaua (AN spelt so wrong its a crime, but you know the furless, yippy Mexican dogs, of a 6 foot man walking a 6 inch dog), mouthed 'Sorry!'. Great he heard our conversation. Even better, soon the pack would know my imprint was afraid of who I really was.
Great, just great.