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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


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4. Chapter 4

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Depression is not good for people. That's obvious right? Who knew the chatty happy little girl I had become, dare I say, friends with, would go into one. It was a little annoying at first and I began to pity my friends as I realized what they must have gone through with me. She was quiet, a big change and it even started affecting me. Not that I'd admit I was depressed over the lack of Samara Dawson in my life. Hell, I didn't even think I realized that was my problem. I blamed on the blood sucker I ran into in Salem that day and the memories it invoked. I had never been so relieved when the elusive older sister came for thanksgiving.

Jacob sat on the porch in nothing but a long sleeved shirt and jeans. It had snowed that morning, coating the ground in the clichéd, wet blanket. The lack of winter work was getting to him. While the other men had a place to go during the off season, Jacob didn't. Ben had allowed him to stay in the bunk house as long as he did some small chores. It was nothing major, just shoveling the drive way or preparing the tractor for plowing come the thaw.

The old farmer had been ecstatic when he heard about Jacob's mechanic skills. So ecstatic that he had recruited him to fix an old mustang up for Samara. It would be her Christmas present. Jacob, though he wouldn't show it, was more then happy to do what he loved. It was fun, though he had to be careful not to go overboard. Working in the garage today was not an option, however, because it was Thanksgiving. Emily, forever worried about him and his health, both physical and mental, had insisted he join the family for the meal. He had agreed and she had made him promise to keep clean. He wasn't the least bit exited as Diane and her husband, Mark, would be joining them.

The woman, as spoiled as she was, wanted to spend Thanksgiving with her daughter and had insisted she be able to join the Dawsons. Jacob wasn't sure what type of drama would unfold, but he didn't want to be in the center of it. Hopefully Diane would act politely to Emily and her children and everyone would be able to hold onto their dinner.

Jacob was torn from his thoughts by the sound of tires on the newly shoveled driveway. A black Jaguar stopped with a squeal of tires, drawing the attention of the people in the house.

Sally ran out onto the porch, shivering in the cold as she jumped up and down.

Mark was the first to exit the car. He was a tall, good looking man, with green eyes and red hair. He had a light attitude about him. Diane and Samara stayed in the car an extra minute, Jacob could barely hear the sound of raised voices, before getting out of the car also.

Both women's eyes were sparkling in anger and Samara's face was flushed. She stomped off towards his general direction, ignoring her mother's calls. Sally wisely left her sister alone and crept off into the house to warn the rest of the family about the storm that had just arrived.

He tried his best to ignore the seething figure that plopped herself down next to him, but that wolfish need to protect his pack (the Dawsons filling in as that pack) was to great.

"You alright?"

"Yeah," she answered tersely. After a pause her voice was softer. "Aren't you cold?"

"Nope."

She starred at him, then down at her parka clad body. "You're insane."

"I've been told as much."

Her eyes narrowed. "So, how's everything been? Anything bad I need to know about?"

"Sally doesn't talk as much and Brittany's quite bugging her. Ben mopes a lot and Emily's taking out her caring mother, or whatever you call it, out on me. As it is, I don't eat enough or sleep enough, I'll freeze to death too and I need to go to town every once and while and try to make friends."

Samara laughed. "That sounds like, mom."

"You don't like your mother."

"Not at all. I told you remember?"

"Yeah." He paused. "Well let's not begin the day with sad thoughts. We get to go stuff out faces. There's been enough depression around her. Who are you and why do you affect your family so?"

She laughed. "I'm just a wonderful caring person who everyone loves."

Jacob made a noncommittal noise.

"I really like pumpkin pie," Samara said after another pause."

"Emily's making some."

"Good, I think I can go in with out blowing up, now." She stood and brushed off the back of her jeans. "Are you coming?"

Jacob shook his head. "It's your family time. I'll come during dinner, but we have a few hours."

Samara clasped her hands under her chin in a begging motion. "Please come. Emily and I need your cool head, especially with Jack spending Thanksgiving with his fiancé's family."

"I-"

"Please!"

"Alright. Alright."

"Thank you!" She grabbed his arm to tow him away before letting go quickly. "Ouch! Are you sick?"

"No," he said quickly.

"You're burning up, Jacob."

"Your hands are cold," he told her with a grin.

"Oh. Alright then, if you're feeling alright." She sounded unsure, and Jacob prayed that his smile did not looks fake.

It was utter chaos in the house. Brittany was screaming at Sally, who was screaming back, Diane was trying to control the way Emily was cooking and the dog was running around in circles chasing its tale. The only people who didn't seem affected were Ben and Mark. They were sitting in the living room chatting about cars. Samara's car to be exact and they fell silent when the girl approached.

"Happy Thanksgiving, daddy," she said brightly giving him a hug before sitting down. Jacob sprawled on the chair next to her and looked around at the chaos wryly.

"Everything alright now?" Mark asked, patting her on the shoulder.

"Yeah, thanks." Samara gave him a small smile. "Thanks for damage control."

"No problem. You must be Jacob."

"Yes, sir."

"I'm glad you decided to join us," Ben grinned.

"I had to force him," Samara remarked. "He's a bit antisocial, dad."

"Yes. You two will get a long great."

"You can stare of into space together."

"That's not nice, Mark."

Dinner went off with out a hitch and Jacob ate a lot to make Emily happy. Well, mostly to make her happy. She was a good cook and he did like turkey. Dessert was when the trouble started.

Once again Diane-Jacob was beginning to hate that woman- tried to pull a non-existing rank. Jacob could only describe this family as a wolf pack, Diane being a disgraced Alpha female from another pack and wanting to take over the current Alpha position. The ironic thing was, Diane had given up the position willingly. Jacob didn't hear the beginning of the argument, he had snuck out with Ben to show Mark the car, but the middle wasn't pretty. Sally came into the garage sobbing and threw herself into her father's arms. Brittany followed her eyes wide with fear. The three men exchanged glances and went in the house to see what the problem was.

Samara was standing facing her mother with a scowl as the woman shrieked at Emily. Emily sat in a chair looking ready to cry and Jacob found himself impressed by the coolness of Samara's voice. The Alpha female, for it was the daughter not the step mother that was second in command, was protecting her pack mate. Samara, as the eldest daughter, was held in high regard, as Jacob noticed. The family seemed to have a hard time functioning with out her. Her company and extra hands were relied upon.

The hackles were raised as Samara pushed the lesser female down.

"How dare you speak to her like that," Samara growled. "She didn't have to take you into her home."

"This was my home at one point."

"And you gave it up. You are a guest, an unwanted guest, but guest is the key word. This is Emily's home and she will do as she sees fit with her children, her husband and her workers. You had no right to insult her like that."

"Was I part of this fight?" he whispered.

"Dine called you a no good rat who took advantage of our hospitality. She said you probably got high off the money and stole from us. If you haven't yet, then you will," Brittany whispered.

"She also called Emily an unfit mother for letting you into our house and near us," Sally murmured. "Sammy was mad before, she likes you, but insulting Emily really got to her."

Jacob turned back to the fight with a frown. Just what he needed.

"I can't believe you speak to me like that," Diane stuttered.

"Why? It's not like I respect you!"

"Samara," Emily gasped, horrified. Poor, sweet, Emily.

Samara's face was paler then when he saw her in the last fight. In fact it had lost color all together. "I'm sick of the way you treat me, Diane. You weren't with me for eight years then suddenly you wanted a doll to dress up so you came and found me."

"Why do such revelations always come up during the holidays?" Mark sighed.

Ben just shrugged.

"I'm staying here tonight and the rest of the school year and summer."

"You can't, I have custody," Diane finally recovered looking smug.

"What's the point of keeping me? I think you're a bitch. I'll always think that and I'll do whatever I can to make you miserable."

"Quit making trouble. That's all you do. At school, at home, at my work. I can't believe you! Maybe I will let you stay. You can be their problem."

"Fine. Go draw up the papers and dad will sign them. For now I'm staying here. I'll have someone drive me to get my stuff this weekend."

I'm not even part of this family, Jacob moaned to himself as a flustered Diane barked at her husband to get ready to go.

"I'll make sure she doesn't do anything to your stuff," Mark whispered in Samara's ear as he hugged her good bye. "Mission accomplished, eh?"

Samara laughed slightly and nodded. "Breaking the rules was fun for a little while though."

"Don't make a habit of it."

Once everyone had settled down Jacob excused himself to go back to the bunkhouse.

"I'll walk you," Samara told him.

When he looked at her disbelievingly she shrugged. "I need some air."

"We have something to talk about when you come back," Ben called as they left.

Jacob walked slowly, so she could get as much air as she needed. "I can't believe I blew up like that," she shook her head.

"You were protecting your pack," he shrugged.

"That's a strange analogy."

Jacob shrugged. "It's a saying on the reservation." Sort of.

"Oh. Sally tells me you used to live in Washington."

"I did."

"You have family there still?"

"My dad."

Jacob knew she was itching to ask him why he left, but- to her credit- she didn't. Instead she sat down on the front porch and starred up at the half moon.

"It's brighter here," she murmured.

"We watch the northern lights where I used to live."

Samara's face lit up. "Really?"

"Yeah. It's not as bright as it could be, but it's cool to look at."

"I bet. Do you miss home?"

"Nah," he said quickly. To quickly apparently because she gave him a knowing look.

"Oh well, you have me to talk to now. I'll be your friend and because it's off season we can hang out."

He smiled softly as something once again tugged at his brain. "I look forward to it."

"Want to come with me this weekend to pick up my stuff?"

"Need a ride?"

She grinned sheepishly. "I failed by drive test to get on Diane's nerves."

"I see." He paused as if thinking really hard. "All right, I'll take you." Just in case there are any troublesome vampires around who decide you smell good too. When did he decide she smelled good? It didn't matter; he once again had a friend who understood him. Someone, he could protect. He liked the thought of protecting her oddly enough, but his mind was too tired to figure out why. Instead he said goodnight and went in, leaving her to walk back to the house and explain why she got into trouble on purpose.