Westermarck Effect, a spitefic
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twispiteficTitle:Westermarck Effect
Author: albion_witch
Fandom(s): Twilight
Rating: a light PG
Word Count: 1846
Inspiration: "Imprint" from Eclipse
Warnings: Nothing major save for some light cursing and the overall creepy implications of imprinting on a toddler
Summary: A teenage Claire looks at her relationship with Quil; Quil does likewise.
-Claire-
I do love Quil.
It’s hard not to when he’s been the closest thing I’ve had to a big brother. Everybody tells me about how he does all the stupid girl stuff with me when I was little. The picture of us at my third birthday party has a place of honor on my bulletin board. When I needed a sitter, he jumped at the chance. When I go on my rock hunts, he’d stay by my side for hours, even when it’s freezing cold and soggy. Hell, he even wolfed out to keep me warm and to ford the deeper puddles. When me and my friends needed a ride in town, he’d not only drive and not hit us up for gas money, but he also came with. Katie thinks it’s funny that he’s not bothered by the looks people give us when he’s giving his two-cents about makeup.
Everything got so awkward with me and Quil since I started high school. He’d offer me a ride home though I have no problem with the bus. He shows up at my sleepovers even when I say it’s girls only. I yelled at him a couple of times to leave me alone and he’d look like I punched him in the gut. I hate it when he looks at me like that.
I’m graduating this year and Nathan asked me to the prom. Nathan’s in my Algebra class and we share a tutor. Even when I wasn’t having trouble with my homework, I’d still go just to hang out with him. He introduced me to Jeff Smith and Alan Moore and I introduced him to La Push, my Petoskey stone, and Quil.
I don’t think Quil liked him. He looked like he wanted to bite his head off. After Nathan went home, he kept looking at me. It wasn’t like the one he gave Nathan. It reminded of how Sam looks at Emily.
Quil stopped coming to visit some time ago. When me and Leah came to see Emily and Cousin Josh at the hospital, he’s nowhere to be found. I figured he was off with Jacob and the guys. Was he just overacting to all the times I yelled at him? The fact that I had a boyfriend? Did he hit the stage where he thinks I have cooties? Was he gay as Katie suspected? I didn’t mind it so much at first, but when I called him up a few days later, I get the answering machine or when I called Old Quil, he had no clue where his son was. Even Seth and Jacob were in the dark.
The week before prom, he called me and asked if I had picked out a dress yet and if he could come for a visit. When he walked through the door Friday afternoon, I punched him in the arm. It’s like hitting a stone wall. I showed him my very pretty pink dress up in my room. He asked me about Nathan. I hesitated. If Nathan ends up backing out on our date, odds are that it would have been because a wolf ripped his arm off. I bet my Petoskey on it.
Out of the blue he asked me to kiss him. On the lips. He said he wanted to know how I kiss Nathan. Our lips pressed and I felt the tip of his tongue against mine. I pulled away. It felt too weird, not at all like Nathan’s kisses. When Quil asked me what it was like, I just told him that it was like kissing Dad.
He laughed so hard that he grabbed his chest. He then asked if we needed a chauffeur. He even offered to wear a uniform if he could find one.
Nathan came over yesterday and Quil actually talked to him. Not an interrogation but actual male-bonding like discussing how the Seahawks did against the Redskins and the recent “South Park”. I did spy a look in his eye, but it wasn’t the contemplating-biting-his-head-off look from before. Let’s call it the I-trust-you-but-don’t-make-me-regret-it look.
I love Quil and I always will. I would like to see him get a life though.
-Quil-
Imprinting has nothing to do with choice. Leah and Emily will tell you that.
It’s supposed to be our way of finding a good partner for making puppies.
That’s a lot of crap to place on somebody you just met. “Hi, I barely know you, but I just feel like that you have what it takes to bear my children.”
Yeah, that’s goes over pretty well.
I played the hazardous field known as the dating scene. Even before I turned I was something of a predator. Yeah, it’s harsh but I totally deserve it. Chasing after a girl was on par with hunting deer in the woods. The thrill of a catching up after she evaded me for so long and hard was more satisfying than when she became a trophy. Even the steals were exhilarating at first before she became yet another broken-heart I left behind.
Was this why the universe decided that my match would be a two-year old? My screwing with the feelings of girls was enough for Karma to screw me back?
Whatever it was, I was pulled towards this little poop monster and I didn’t put up a fight. Whatever Claire needed, she got it from me. A shoulder to cry on after a bad week at school and a hug and a joke to make it better? Boom, I was there. A guinea pig for her experimental baking? Ready for anything. A warm, oversize fur pillow? It’s what I do best.
Her folks don’t mind me so much. They heard of my old ways from a local source (probably Billy), so the fact I was spending time with Claire meant I didn’t have time for chasing girls and raising hell. They said that I had the makings of a good dad. How quickly their tune would have changed if they knew.
I’m still the same as when I was sixteen, but Claire changed. Not a whole lot though. She still loves rock hunting, but she’s learning how to drive and she spends more time with her girlfriends than with me. I could smell them on her jacket. I can smell the whole school day on her- pencil shavings, gym class, a spray of perfume from her friend Katie, and the various classmates that she bumped into in the hallways.
However one scent kept showing up day after day. It made the hairs on my neck stand up and my blood boil. A boy was touching my Claire.
She brought him along on one of her visits. My stomach churned as she paraded this porky, pimply kid around. One swipe from my claws could have easily gut Pig-Boy. Of course, how would she explain it to his parents? Maybe explain that a bear must have gotten him. Say that we were spending some man time in the woods and stumbled upon a bear. The kid would be too confused to be a good witness. After all, it worked for Sam and Emily.
He left before I could anything. Claire barely looked at me the rest time she was there. I think I was scaring her.
It hit me then. What the hell was I thinking?
After Claire went home, I ran off as far as Canada (I think), too far for the rest of the pack to hear me. Sometimes it’s good to play the lone wolf once in a while. However, I still heard everything that my pack mates think. That whole week in the woods I heard Leah’s reaction to the call from the hospital when Emily had her “accident” with a straight razor and her frantic thoughts as she raced to pick up Josh, Jacob’s cries when he dreamed of when his Nessie ran away from him and the Cullens, and even the doubts of Seth. He’s worrying himself into an ulcer over Sheryl and their unborn kid and he’s the mostly normal one.
Was this what it meant for me and my Claire-Bear? Does she need this drama?
When I came home, I must have played the message she left on the machine about ten times.
“Quil, where are you? Why did you run off like that? I know you don’t like Nathan, but…augh, you drive me crazy! I’m not five anymore! Look, just call me back so I know you’re not roadkill…I miss you, you dork”.
I called her and asked if I could come over. She said yes but it sounded like she didn’t forgive me yet. The punch she gave me that Friday proved it. As rock solid as I was, Claire barely flinched.
She showed me up to her room. Pastel pink walls that once displayed posters of teen heartthrobs and Disney Princesses was now plastered with photos of her friends, family, and even Nathan as well as maps and brochures of Michigan, Wyoming, and Colorado that had notes scribbled and highlighted (no doubt prime rock spots). On her bulletin board right next to her computer, a photo from her third birthday party was pinned front and center.
She pulled out her prom dress and held it close to her body. Light pink looks so great on her. I asked if Nathan asked her out yet. She hesitated at first and I don’t blame her.
Then I dropped a bomb.
“Is it okay if you could kiss me?”
She looked uneasy. “Kiss you?”
“On the lips. Just wondering about how you kiss Nathan.”
We sat down on her bed. She pushed aside a copy of “Out of Boneville” and leaned towards me, eyes closed. Our lips touched. I slid my tongue between her lips and my stomach began to ache. She pulled away, looking rather ashamed.
The moment of truth. I asked her what it was like.
Like kissing her father, she said. God, I love her.
They say that when the imprintee rejects her imprinter, he suffers the worst pain in his heart. Funny, the only pain I felt was from laughing so hard.
Maybe there is a good reason why Claire and I came together. Maybe not as husband and wife, but we became better for it. At least, I did.
I still feel a great pull when she’s around, but I don’t feel like maiming Nathan anymore when he comes around. He’s a sweet kid. He kinda reminds me of, well, me. I can see why she likes him. There may come the day when he or some future boy breaks her heart. Maybe not. There are a lot of nice boys for her to search out. She might find a bad one out of the hundred good ones. If that’s the case, a certain wolf may have to pay a visit to them and give them a good scare.
Just a tiny one, mind you.
After all, she chose to be with them.
Author: albion_witch
Fandom(s): Twilight
Rating: a light PG
Word Count: 1846
Inspiration: "Imprint" from Eclipse
Warnings: Nothing major save for some light cursing and the overall creepy implications of imprinting on a toddler
Summary: A teenage Claire looks at her relationship with Quil; Quil does likewise.
-Claire-
I do love Quil.
It’s hard not to when he’s been the closest thing I’ve had to a big brother. Everybody tells me about how he does all the stupid girl stuff with me when I was little. The picture of us at my third birthday party has a place of honor on my bulletin board. When I needed a sitter, he jumped at the chance. When I go on my rock hunts, he’d stay by my side for hours, even when it’s freezing cold and soggy. Hell, he even wolfed out to keep me warm and to ford the deeper puddles. When me and my friends needed a ride in town, he’d not only drive and not hit us up for gas money, but he also came with. Katie thinks it’s funny that he’s not bothered by the looks people give us when he’s giving his two-cents about makeup.
Everything got so awkward with me and Quil since I started high school. He’d offer me a ride home though I have no problem with the bus. He shows up at my sleepovers even when I say it’s girls only. I yelled at him a couple of times to leave me alone and he’d look like I punched him in the gut. I hate it when he looks at me like that.
I’m graduating this year and Nathan asked me to the prom. Nathan’s in my Algebra class and we share a tutor. Even when I wasn’t having trouble with my homework, I’d still go just to hang out with him. He introduced me to Jeff Smith and Alan Moore and I introduced him to La Push, my Petoskey stone, and Quil.
I don’t think Quil liked him. He looked like he wanted to bite his head off. After Nathan went home, he kept looking at me. It wasn’t like the one he gave Nathan. It reminded of how Sam looks at Emily.
Quil stopped coming to visit some time ago. When me and Leah came to see Emily and Cousin Josh at the hospital, he’s nowhere to be found. I figured he was off with Jacob and the guys. Was he just overacting to all the times I yelled at him? The fact that I had a boyfriend? Did he hit the stage where he thinks I have cooties? Was he gay as Katie suspected? I didn’t mind it so much at first, but when I called him up a few days later, I get the answering machine or when I called Old Quil, he had no clue where his son was. Even Seth and Jacob were in the dark.
The week before prom, he called me and asked if I had picked out a dress yet and if he could come for a visit. When he walked through the door Friday afternoon, I punched him in the arm. It’s like hitting a stone wall. I showed him my very pretty pink dress up in my room. He asked me about Nathan. I hesitated. If Nathan ends up backing out on our date, odds are that it would have been because a wolf ripped his arm off. I bet my Petoskey on it.
Out of the blue he asked me to kiss him. On the lips. He said he wanted to know how I kiss Nathan. Our lips pressed and I felt the tip of his tongue against mine. I pulled away. It felt too weird, not at all like Nathan’s kisses. When Quil asked me what it was like, I just told him that it was like kissing Dad.
He laughed so hard that he grabbed his chest. He then asked if we needed a chauffeur. He even offered to wear a uniform if he could find one.
Nathan came over yesterday and Quil actually talked to him. Not an interrogation but actual male-bonding like discussing how the Seahawks did against the Redskins and the recent “South Park”. I did spy a look in his eye, but it wasn’t the contemplating-biting-his-head-off look from before. Let’s call it the I-trust-you-but-don’t-make-me-regret-it look.
I love Quil and I always will. I would like to see him get a life though.
-Quil-
Imprinting has nothing to do with choice. Leah and Emily will tell you that.
It’s supposed to be our way of finding a good partner for making puppies.
That’s a lot of crap to place on somebody you just met. “Hi, I barely know you, but I just feel like that you have what it takes to bear my children.”
Yeah, that’s goes over pretty well.
I played the hazardous field known as the dating scene. Even before I turned I was something of a predator. Yeah, it’s harsh but I totally deserve it. Chasing after a girl was on par with hunting deer in the woods. The thrill of a catching up after she evaded me for so long and hard was more satisfying than when she became a trophy. Even the steals were exhilarating at first before she became yet another broken-heart I left behind.
Was this why the universe decided that my match would be a two-year old? My screwing with the feelings of girls was enough for Karma to screw me back?
Whatever it was, I was pulled towards this little poop monster and I didn’t put up a fight. Whatever Claire needed, she got it from me. A shoulder to cry on after a bad week at school and a hug and a joke to make it better? Boom, I was there. A guinea pig for her experimental baking? Ready for anything. A warm, oversize fur pillow? It’s what I do best.
Her folks don’t mind me so much. They heard of my old ways from a local source (probably Billy), so the fact I was spending time with Claire meant I didn’t have time for chasing girls and raising hell. They said that I had the makings of a good dad. How quickly their tune would have changed if they knew.
I’m still the same as when I was sixteen, but Claire changed. Not a whole lot though. She still loves rock hunting, but she’s learning how to drive and she spends more time with her girlfriends than with me. I could smell them on her jacket. I can smell the whole school day on her- pencil shavings, gym class, a spray of perfume from her friend Katie, and the various classmates that she bumped into in the hallways.
However one scent kept showing up day after day. It made the hairs on my neck stand up and my blood boil. A boy was touching my Claire.
She brought him along on one of her visits. My stomach churned as she paraded this porky, pimply kid around. One swipe from my claws could have easily gut Pig-Boy. Of course, how would she explain it to his parents? Maybe explain that a bear must have gotten him. Say that we were spending some man time in the woods and stumbled upon a bear. The kid would be too confused to be a good witness. After all, it worked for Sam and Emily.
He left before I could anything. Claire barely looked at me the rest time she was there. I think I was scaring her.
It hit me then. What the hell was I thinking?
After Claire went home, I ran off as far as Canada (I think), too far for the rest of the pack to hear me. Sometimes it’s good to play the lone wolf once in a while. However, I still heard everything that my pack mates think. That whole week in the woods I heard Leah’s reaction to the call from the hospital when Emily had her “accident” with a straight razor and her frantic thoughts as she raced to pick up Josh, Jacob’s cries when he dreamed of when his Nessie ran away from him and the Cullens, and even the doubts of Seth. He’s worrying himself into an ulcer over Sheryl and their unborn kid and he’s the mostly normal one.
Was this what it meant for me and my Claire-Bear? Does she need this drama?
When I came home, I must have played the message she left on the machine about ten times.
“Quil, where are you? Why did you run off like that? I know you don’t like Nathan, but…augh, you drive me crazy! I’m not five anymore! Look, just call me back so I know you’re not roadkill…I miss you, you dork”.
I called her and asked if I could come over. She said yes but it sounded like she didn’t forgive me yet. The punch she gave me that Friday proved it. As rock solid as I was, Claire barely flinched.
She showed me up to her room. Pastel pink walls that once displayed posters of teen heartthrobs and Disney Princesses was now plastered with photos of her friends, family, and even Nathan as well as maps and brochures of Michigan, Wyoming, and Colorado that had notes scribbled and highlighted (no doubt prime rock spots). On her bulletin board right next to her computer, a photo from her third birthday party was pinned front and center.
She pulled out her prom dress and held it close to her body. Light pink looks so great on her. I asked if Nathan asked her out yet. She hesitated at first and I don’t blame her.
Then I dropped a bomb.
“Is it okay if you could kiss me?”
She looked uneasy. “Kiss you?”
“On the lips. Just wondering about how you kiss Nathan.”
We sat down on her bed. She pushed aside a copy of “Out of Boneville” and leaned towards me, eyes closed. Our lips touched. I slid my tongue between her lips and my stomach began to ache. She pulled away, looking rather ashamed.
The moment of truth. I asked her what it was like.
Like kissing her father, she said. God, I love her.
They say that when the imprintee rejects her imprinter, he suffers the worst pain in his heart. Funny, the only pain I felt was from laughing so hard.
Maybe there is a good reason why Claire and I came together. Maybe not as husband and wife, but we became better for it. At least, I did.
I still feel a great pull when she’s around, but I don’t feel like maiming Nathan anymore when he comes around. He’s a sweet kid. He kinda reminds me of, well, me. I can see why she likes him. There may come the day when he or some future boy breaks her heart. Maybe not. There are a lot of nice boys for her to search out. She might find a bad one out of the hundred good ones. If that’s the case, a certain wolf may have to pay a visit to them and give them a good scare.
Just a tiny one, mind you.
After all, she chose to be with them.
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