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JacobOC Everything reminded him of her. He knew he had to get over this and home was not the place to do it. So, he ran away and it seems like a stranger and her family will be the ones who can heal him. JacobOC ECLIPSE SPOILERS Book One of the Imprints of Life series. FINAL CHAPTER HAS BEEN POSTED! AU


15. Chapter 15

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It was raining. Of course it was raining. She was in the Pacific North West, on the Olympic Peninsula, one of the rainiest places in the world. It was coming down in a soft drizzle, lending a grey light to the world around her. She walked back to her car, map in hand, wrapping her jacket closer around her. She opened the door of the old suburban and sat in the front seat, opening the map she had just purchased from the gas station attendant. Her brow crinkled in concentration before she sighed and started the engine, heading onto the interstate. She'd check her map every once and awhile to make sure she was going to right way, but other then that she did not stop. Truthfully, she did not know where she did not know how to get where she wanted to go at all. She had the basic idea, of course, the Reservation was easy to find. She just did not know where he lived or if she would run into someone she knew who knew where he lived.

Samara looked around at the tall trees and all the green. It was a beautiful place to live and she wondered how it would have felt to grow up here, like he had, among all this green. She smiled a little at the thought. She continued down the road, passing small houses and stores. There were not many, there wouldn't be for a place that had less then four hundred residents on a little over a mile of land. It was a small village, La Push. It definitely would be a nice place to visit during the weekends and her vacations. Hopefully Jacob was here and did not run off again or anything.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a bang and her car shook slightly. She hit the brakes and starred wide eyed through the windshield at the road before her. She had hit something, or really, something had hit her. She hoped it was an animal. Samara liked animals of course, but hitting a child was way worse then hitting a cat or even a dog. She hoped she did not have to tell some child she had killed it's pet or some parent she had killed their child. She was to young to go to jail and to young to have nightmares about killing a child.

Oh, Morgan, help me, she thought.

Samara gulped and opened her door and blinked rapidly at the sight before her.

The person who had hit her was lying in a heap with his eyes closed tightly...and he was moaning in pain. Her eyebrow rose and her breath expelled in relief.

"Embry...you dented my car."

His eyes snapped open and he sat up so quickly she went reeling back and landing on her seat. She was winded when he grabbed her in a bone crushing hug and began to talk rapidly.

"What are you doing here? Why didn't you call? We would have come and gotten you half way or something. How do you know where to go?"

"I-I can't breath."

He let go of her and she straightened her jacket. "Sorry. Really, though, why didn't you call?"

Samara shrugged. "I don't have a number. Besides, this is a small place. I was bound to run into someone I knew. Or, they run into me."

Embry looked at the dent in her car door. "I can get that fixed."

"It's fine. How is everything?"

"Jake's depressed. Has been since he came back. What took you so long, Woman!?" He had grabbed her shoulders and shaken her for that last part.

Head spinning, she replied, "I had to wait till I finished High School. Good news, though, I'm going to school in Seattle."

"That's awesome. You can come for visits. It's a drive though."

Samara grinned. "It's the best I could do."

"It's great. Come on, I'll take you to Jake's."

Samara nodded and unlocked the front seat of the car.


Sam was starring at him again. With that look he had been giving him that past couple of year.

It was a strange look, a mixed one. It was not pitying, angry, annoyed, or pleased, it was a mix of them all. A Sam look. The kind he had given Jacob before he had changed, when Sam knew it was going to happen and did not want it too, yet was comforted by the fact that he was not alone. Perhaps he knew what Jacob was feeling. Emily had run from him after the attack at first and that must have made him miserable. Jake hated this look, though, it made him feel like killing someone and when Sam sensed this the look intensified.

It wasn't Jacob's fault that he could not see his imprint because of her father and that he was taking separation hard. Sam had to get over it. He glared at the Alpha, who just smirked, before he looked back at his summer work. Three more days of this and he could be graduated. He had done pretty well, considering he had missed a whole year and was in continuation High School with a bunch of punks he made him pick fights with them. Alright, they did not make him do anything, he was just angry and they gave him hard times (even if he was almost a foot and a half taller, not to mention more muscular then they were) and it was a good excuse to release his pent up anger on other people besides his pack. It also took a significant amount of concentration to use regular human strength. He was not able to think of Samara when he was going that.

He had to admit, though, graduating at almost nineteen was not one of his prouder moments.

Finally, he got so sick of the look that he looked up at Sam.


"Nothing. How's that coming along?"

"Fine," he muttered, looking back down at his books. The phone rang and Sam got up to answer it. Jacob focused on the math textbook before him. He was finishing some last minute homework before school ended and he was finally free. Sam came back a few minutes later with a strange look on his face.

"Jake, your father needs you at home."

Jacob shot him another glare. "I have to finish this!"

"Go home boy. That's an order."

Jacob cursed and grabbed his books, shoving them in his bag. "What does he need?"

Sam shrugged and did not answer. Jacob rolled his eyes and left.


Samara liked Jacob's dad. He was sweet and seemed really exited that she was here. He was already planning some kind of welcoming bonfire at the beach where she would hear the werewolf legend in whole by an elder. His animated talking made her grin.

When Embry had first brought her here and taken her up to the door, she had been nervous. So nervous that she almost passed out. She did not know whether to be glad or not when Billy told Embry that Jacob was not there. Billy had starred at her with this unreadable expression, but Embry assured her that he thought she was the greatest thing since:

"Sliced bread."

To which she replied.

"No wonder you're still single."

He had just ruffled her hair, laughed, and left. Billy asked her to sit down while he went and made a phone call before he came back.

"Do you want anything to drink?"

"No thank you." She fiddled with her hands nervously. "I knew I should have called. I just don't have a number and-"

"It's fine. I'm glad you're here. I've been waiting."

Samara leaned forward. "Is Jake alright?"

Billy nodded. "He's fine. He'll be better now." He smiled at her and Samara smiled back. "So, tell me about yourself."

"Jake hasn't talked about me?"

"I like to here people's opinions about themselves."

Samara gave him the basic rundown of herself before asking about the pack. Billy told her about them all, what they had been doing, and what they were planning to do.

"The bonfires are a lot of fun. Even if it is difficult for me to move around."

"They sound fun. Everyone does. I can't wait to meet them."

"Yes-" he paused. "Jake's back. I'm going out on the porch to get some air."


Jacob stomped up the stairs, surprised to find his father waiting on the porch for him.

"Need something, dad?"

"Let's talk out here. Go put your stuff away."

Jacob starred at him suspiciously. He seemed, pleased about something. Jacob frowned and went into the house. He walked into the kitchen and deposited his bag on the kitchen table where he planned to study later one.

"You know, I like your dad. He's sweet...for a hippy looking guy."

He flipped around and nearly fell on the table.

Samara stood there with her fingers twitching and an apologetic smile on her face. "I did not mean to scare you."

He was still starring in shock so she tried again. "I ran over Embry. That's how I knew where-" She was cut off when Jacob crossed the room, pulled her close and began kissing every part of her he could.

"I. Can't. Breath. Jake," she muttered between kisses.

"Then stop talking," he answered, causing her to giggle as he kissed her again, longer this time.

"Ewwwwwww, there are children around."

Jacob spun around and glared at the two, three if you counted the little girl in Quil's arms, people standing in the doorway.

"Told you," Embry said to his friend smugly.

Jacob glared at them, while Samara giggled, and advanced.

Quil held Claire out in front of him. "Don't hurt that baby."

"I not a baby!"

"Of course you're not."

Jacob stopped a few inches in front of the little girl. "Hi, Claire," he said in a deceptively, sweet, voice.

"Hi, uncle Jacob," she said, holding her arms out for a hug.

Jacob took her, much to Quil's chagrin. "This is my friend, Samara. Will you go with her for a few minutes?"

Claire looked at Samara for a few seconds. "Okay," she finally said.

Jacob could hear Quil and Embry backing out of the room, slowly.

Samara took Claire from him and grinned. "Don't hurt them too badly."

Jacob just grinned.


Sam was interrupted from his conversation with Billy by shouts and screams. Before long three running shapes came barreling from around the house.

"He's gona kill us, Em!"

"Shut up!"

Sam shook his head as someone sat down next to him and began talking. "Hi."

Sam looked over at her and grinned. "You must be Samara."

The girl nodded, holding out her hand. "I am."

"I'm Sam," he said, shaking it.

"It's nice to meet you."

"You too."

"So...are they always like this?" she asked, motioning to the three boys who were now in a heap of wrestling flesh.


"Huh...at least they aren't biting each other."

"They do. In wolf form."

Samara laughed. "It figures."

"Ow, that's my ear!"

Sam rolled eyes and Samara laughed, causing Claire to giggle with her.

They stopped sooner then he thought they would and came trotting over. Quil sat down on Samara's other side, scooping up Claire and sending Jacob a smug look. Samara whacked him in the back of the head, causing Claire to giggle.

Quil set both girl's a mock hurt expression before sliding over to allow Jacob some room.

Billy shook his head. "She'll fit in just fine. I'm going to make dinner. Do you like pasta, Samara?


"Good. I'll make some with my secret family sauce."

"It's Ragu," Jacob whispered in her ear.

She giggled again as Embry made gagging noises at the both of them.

It was Sam that hit him in the head. "Time to go."


"Move, boys!"

"Fine," they chorused.

"Bye, Sammy," Quil said.

She waved at the three young men as they left before turning to Jacob. "This turned out a lot better then I thought it would."

He nodded and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close so that she was leaning against his chest with her head under his chin. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, but I'm here to stay for awhile and I will be close by."

He dropped a kiss on the top of her head. "Good."