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Summary:
Jake/ Samara Jake and Samara are together again for the first time in years and everything will be alright now. They deserve it, right? When strange visitors come to Forks, Billy Black and Charlie Swan are put in the hospital. Now, Samara's past is brought to the light and the secrets Jacob knew she always hid are darker then he could have ever imagined. Lies, betrayals and the return of old friends and enemies, turn Forks Washington and the surrounding area into a battle ground, where the fate of all the immortals will be decided. This is the sequel to Watermark Book two of the Imprints of Life series Final Chapter posted.


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3. Being a Friend

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Samara was awakened by a crash from downstairs. She groggily glanced at the clock, seeing that it was a few minutes past noon, before sitting up and looking around the room. She had almost forgotten where she was, and even when she remembered, she felt as if something was different about this room. It hit her that it did not look lived in.

Jacob was not an organized person. When she had spent her first week here, she had helped him organize his room. It had been such a mess, that she would not have been surprised if there would have been some new species of plant life growing out of his sock drawer.

Right now, though, there were no piles of trash or dirty laundry. The desk was clear of everything but a CD player and even the bed had been made before she had laid in it earlier. Obviously, he either chose to crash in the living room, the woods or, she realized, somewhere near her dorm room. The last one almost made her roll her eyes in exasperation when she remembered that he technically had good reason to be worried about her.

He had told her, of course, about the incident with the Vampire Victoria and how she had made an army of newborn vampire in order to not only get revenge on the Cullens (who had killed her mate), but the wolf pack too because they had killed her friend. Werewolves, she not noticed, were slightly (alright, extremely) paranoid, when it came to the idea that someone they knew and cared for might be attacked by vampires. Samara doubted that there were any left in the city. They would have left the area, knowing it was dangerous for them with temperamental teenaged werewolves a fifteen minute run away, or another coven had come and taken them in. Jacob probably knew this anyway and would just use the vampires as an excuse to be near her, even if he did not reveal himself all the often. She'd have to ask Leah, or Kim since Jared told her everything anyway. They would be more then happy to talk about Jacob. Well, Kim might talk to her. Leah just glared a lot, but occasionally she would show her some form of friendliness and Jacob, as well as Sam and Embry, had told her that Leah liked her. They had seen it in their wolfish telepathy thing that they had going.

Shaking her head, Samara crawled to the end of her bed and retrieved her sweat shirt, pulling it over her sleeping tank top, and then swinging her legs over the side of the bed. When she opened the door, the noises of what she presumed were werewolf play, intensified.

"Paul let go of my arm!"

A crash.

"Jared, Paul, if you two destroy another table, my father will kill you."

"I like this table."

"Kim likes it, Jared"

Samara entered the living room to see Jared in a headlock with Paul's foot in his face. Kim stood, slightly, behind Jacob who had a longsuffering look on his face. The living room looked tiny with all three of them in it.

Kim saw her then and squealed. "Samara, I did not know you were here." She crossed the living room like one would a minefield, deftly dodging the two boys who possession of dominance had changed. Kim gave her a hug.

"I got in early this morning. It's been a tough week and I needed to be here."

Kim nodded, as another crash was heard and they turned around with a jump to see the two guilty looking werewolves stare up at a very livid looking Jacob from their place in the debris that had been the lamp and table.

"YOU TWO GET OUTSIDE NOW," Jacob roared, accenting his point with a vicious jab towards the door.

Both Jared and Paul were out the door in a flash followed by Jacob who was stalking. The two girls followed laughing and Samara quickened her step to wrap her arm around Jacob's waist.

She leaned against him, inhaling his scent. "You know the whole taking charge thing is hot." She grinned mischievously up at him.

He just rolled her eyes and pressed his mouth to hers for a kiss. Before it could get anywhere good, her cell phone rang. She pulled back and fished it out of the pocket of her sweats and looked at the caller ID before answering it.

"Hi, Zoë."

"What the hell were you thinking leaving without telling me?" Zoë sounded livid.

"I left a note-"

"C'mon! You could have left a voicemail or something too."

"Look-" She did not get to finish because Jacob took the phone for her.

"She's fine, Zoë."

Samara could not here what was being said.

"This is Jacob."

More talking. Fast talking from what she could make out.

"Does she really?"

He sent her that look she had become to identify when he learned something about her she did not want him to know. Samara remembered the little incident from last night and jerked the phone away from him.

"Zoë?"

"He sounds hot, why don't I ever get to meet him?"

"Because I come here and he doesn't come to the dorms."

"He should."

"Look, I'll be back Sunday night. Don't worry about me."

"Fine, fine, fine. Have fun."

"Thanks."

Samara hung up and rolled her eyes. "Sorry. She is so irresponsible about some things yet she worries too much."

Jacob shrugged. "Friends worry about each other and make sure they don't make stupid decisions." He paused. "I'm a bad friend."

"Jake?"

"It's her birthday today."

"Jake. Being a good friend is that you let them be happy. If not, then what's the point? You let her make her decision and now if she regrets it she has to live with it. That's life...or death, however you want to look at it."

"I ran away so I would not stop her."

"So, you let her make the decision the only way you could." She gave him a grin. "Look all the good that came out of your decision."

"True." He laughed then, pulling her closer. "Thanks."

"That's what I'm here for."

****

A few hours later Samara was at Emily's house, helping her fit boxes of hotdogs, buns, and s'mores ingredients into the back of Sam's pickup truck. Sam was holding his six month old daughter, Rain and happily bouncing her slightly. The little dark haired girl laughed in delight, something she had just learned how to do, and reached for her father's nose. He kissed her little palm before handing her to Samara so he could help Emily load up the bundles of wood. Outside, she could hear the rest of the pack helping.

"It's going to be some fire," she told the baby.

Rain just gurgled and reached for Samara's flame shaped pendent. She inspected it curiously, pulling on the hinges to see if it would open. Samara balanced her on her hip as she packed more food in the boxes to take out.

Rain squealed in delight and Samara looked down to see she had succeeded in unbending the hidden compartment in the locket. It now looked like a lit candle. Samara quickly snapped it into place with her free hand, tucked the locket in her shirt and looked out the window. Sam, Jacob, Emily and Quil (who was holding Claire's hand, the almost five year old was too old to be carried around anymore) were coming in the house. Samara took a deep breath and finished packing, turning to grin at them when they came in.

"Hi, Quil."

"Hey. I heard you got in early."

Samara just shrugged. "What can I say? I missed you."

Quil shot Jacob a smug look. "Told ya."

Claire giggled when Jacob hit Quil in the head.

"Who's side are you on?" he asked, sounding wounded.

Clair looked at him with wide eyes and gave him a hug. "I sorry."

"Pedophile," Jacob coughed.

Sam gave him a hard look and Jacob looked down at his feet. It was funny, that even though Sam was no longer in charge, Jacob still obeyed him and took his disapproval hard.

Samara just handed Sam the box. "This is the last of it."

He nodded and took it to the truck. Jacob grinned at her and grabbed her hand, pulling her out the door.

"Hey, where are we (you) going?" bother her and Quil shouted.

"To the beach," Jacob answered for both of them. "C'mon Quil we have to go start the fire."

Quil howled and pulled Claire after him until they caught up with Jacob and Samara.

The girl shook her head at Claire. "Boys."

"That's what my sister says."