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Post Eclipse WITH spoilers. Jacob x OC Chapter 1 - My Bella
Chapter 2 - Home
Chapter 3 - Epiphany
Chapter 4 - Confrontation
Chapter 5 - Truce
Chapter 6 - Sarah
Chapter 7 - Cancer
Chapter 8 - Delivery
Chapter 9 - Morte
Chapter 10 - Sino
Chapter 11 - Revealed
Chapter 12 - Agony
Chapter 13 - Killer {Just added 8/27!}

DISCLAIMER: The only characters I own are the random patients of Dr. Carlisle Cullen and Sarah. All of the other characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. The plot is also mine, but I must credit Ms. Meyer again, because if she had not created these lovely characters in the first place, I wouldn't be able to toy with them as I do now.

4. Chapter 4

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Chapter 4- Confrontation

I groaned and rolled over, my head pounding. Slowly, I stood and walked into the bathroom, looking in the mirror. I looked like Hell. There were bags under my eyes (probably from the month of nearly sleepless nights) and my hair was mussed.

The comb was laying in front of me so I grabbed it, tugging it through my hair. Later, I'd have to try and cut this again. For now, though, this would have to do. I splashed some water on my face and checked in the mirror again, deeming myself good enough to go talk to Paul. Hopefully he'd be cooled down by now.

Billy was used to my random disappearances for pack meetings, but just incase I stopped in the kitchen to write a quick note before running towards the forest where I quickly transformed, running towards Sam's house.

As soon as I got there, it was obvious that Sam wasn't home. Emily was lounging lazily in the porch swing and reading - something she only ever did when she had absolutely nothing else to do. When she saw me approach, she smiled warmly and stood, stretching.

"Good morning, Jacob," she greeted. I smiled and stepped forward pulling her into a hug.

"Morning," I responded lazily, yawning.

"Why are you up so early? I didn't think anyone in the pack woke up before noon."

I cocked an eyebrow and looked up into the sky. What time was it anyway? The sun was missing today, so I would have to check a clock the next opportunity I got.

Emily laughed light-heartedly and waved the book in the direction of the door, telling me to go inside.

"I'll be right in," she said, picking up her book and blanket from the swing.

I nodded and walked cautiously into the house. When I got inside, I checked just to make sure that no one else was around. Luckily, from what I could tell, Sam had left hours ago and everyone else hadn't come back since the brief meeting we'd had last night. Sighing in relief, I plopped myself onto the small sofa in the middle of the room and stretched out, my hands behind my head.

A few seconds later, Emily walked in, smiling briefly before sitting at the other end of the couch.

I cleared my throat. "Hey, Em?"


"Do you know where Paul is?"

Her eyes glazed over for a moment and she bit the inside of her cheek unconsciously. Suddenly, her head jerked upward and she looked directly up at me, plastering an obviously fake smile on her face. She knew where they were.

"Sorry, but no," she said after a moment, still allowing that fake smile to cover her face.

I smiled back, trying not to let her knew I was on to her, and leaned back against the couch.

"Guess I'll just have to hang here then," I said.

She nodded, looking towards the kitchen with a distressed look on her face.

"I should probably go clean up the kitchen before Sam gets home..." She trailed off, looking anxiously towards the kitchen again. Where was Sam? And why was Emily avoiding my questions so much?

I decided not to push the subject now and smiled reassuringly at her as she walked into the kitchen. My fingers tapped nervously on the armrest of the chair and I glanced after Emily, watching her scrub furiously at the dishes. Every couple of minutes or so she'd stare out the window and her eyes would flit nervously around, looking at or for something that I couldn't see.

I leaned back and stretched, standing up and walking towards her. When I came to a stop behind her and tapped her shoulder, she jumped and splattered dishwater on us both. Laughing half-heartedly, I grabbed her wrist and spun her around, locking her in my gaze.

"Em, this is important. Where is Paul?" I asked, keeping my eyes locked with hers.

She looked down for just a minute before gently pulling away and sitting down at the table. Her head fell gently into her arms and her body shook silently with sobs. I wanted to comfort her - anything was better then just watching her fall to pieces - but I didn't even know what was going on. So I settled for rubbing her back gently with one hand until her sobs comforted enough and she looked up, smiling grimly at me.

"Thanks," she muttered, staring at her hands. "It's just... This pack is like my family. And right now... it seems like my family - our family - is falling apart."

I nodded and she sighed, looking again towards the window. I coughed slightly, trying to urge her to continue, and she smiled apologetically at me. "Paul didn't come back last night. Sam went looking for him."

Now it was my turn to look down in embarassment. I squeezed my eyes shut and rubbed my temple with my hands. This was my fault. The entire pack was on edge because of me. It was time for me to fix it.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, standing from the table and squeezing her shoulder gently. "This is all my fault. I have to fix it."

"No!" She shouted, jumping from the table and looking at me sternly. "You can't go running off, too!"

"Don't worry. I'll be back this time. Promise."

I winked at her and then ran towards the door, morphing into wolf form as soon as I reached outside. I wasn't eager to have this conversation, but I knew it had to be done. The only way the pack could go back to normal was if I settled things with Paul. Unfortunately, that meant trying to find him.

I sniffed the air once and then stood perfectly still, listening for his or Sam's thoughts. When I didn't hear either of them, I sniffed again, picking up Paul's scent almost immediately. He was close. Very close.

Looking back and forth once to make sure there was no one else around, I morphed back into human form and sprinted through the forest, dodging the trees with ease. The edge of a clearing came into sight and I sprinted faster, not caring who saw me naked. As far as I could tell, it was only Paul and maybe Sam in the clearing. And everyone in the pack had seen eachother naked at some point or another. That was one of the downfalls of being as close as we were.

As soon as I burst into the clearing, I saw Paul. Him and Sam were circling eachother cautiously and I ran forward, stepping in between them.

"Jacob," Sam growled, trying to push me out of the way. "No."

I glared in return and stood with my back to Paul, addressing only Sam. "This is my problem. I have to deal with it."

It looked like Sam was about to respond when Paul pounced on me. Somehow, he managed to spin me so my shoulders were pressed into the ground and he was hovering over me, his lips curled into a wolfish smile despite the fact that he was still human.

I reached up and pushed him off me, jumping to my feet as soon as I was able.

"Paul," I growled. "What is your problem?"

He started circling me and I began backing up to face him so he couldn't get behind me. From the side, Sam was watching. It was clear he understood now that this was something I had to solve, whether he liked it or not.

Paul spoke suddenly, his voice harsh. "You're a freaking leech lover, that's what. You gave up the girl you supposedly love to our enemies and it isn't effecting you at all!"

"Damnit, Paul!" I yelled, leaping forward and pinning him on the ground this time. "I didn't just give her up! I fought like Hell! But she needed him to survive. You saw what she was like when he left!"

"Exactly!" He screamed back, trying to push me off of him to no avail. "When he leaves her again, she's going to be even worse. Only this time, she'll be a bloodsucker too and we wont be able to help her!"

"Since when do you care about Bella so much anyway?"

"She was like a member of the pack, Jacob!" With a quick shove, he pushed me off of him again and had me pinned.

"I know!" I hissed through clenched teeth, struggling to get him off of me. "I love her you idiot! But she loves him! Don't you realize how much this is hurting me? Don't you see how every day I have to push myself to not try and take her from him because I know she'd never be happy unless she was with them?"

My arms were shaking hard, as were Paul's, and I managed to push him off of me just before I morphed into wolf form. I was about to attack him when I saw his expression. His eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging slightly open. He was... shocked?

I stepped forward and he stepped back, narrowing his eyes slightly. His arms had stopped shaking slightly and so I figured that it would be okay for me to morph back into human form.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sam step forward slightly and nod his head. He knew what I was going to do.

"Paul?" I asked, stepping forward again. This time, Paul didn't step back, he just looked at the ground and clenched his fists tightly.

"What?" He sneered eventually.

"I'm sorry."

"Whatever," he hissed, looking sharply towards Sam who nodded imperceptibly.

I looked at Sam questioningly when Paul suddenly ran off into the forest. For some reason, I knew that this was the best I would ever get out of Paul, so I walked slowly over to Sam.

"Let's go," he said, walking towards the forest.

I nodded, though he couldn't see me, and sprinted back towards his house.

Even though I knew things would never be the same as they were before I had left, before Bella had gotten involved with us for that matter, things were going to be okay.

And as long as Bella was happy, as long as things turned out okay for her, all of the things I had given up would be worth it

Because everything I did was for her. It was always for her.