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Summary:
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!}


Notes:
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.


7. Chapter 7

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Chapter 7- Cancer

For the rest of the reception, I continued to sit and talk with Sarah. Her slightly wavey, dirty-blonde hair hung loosely on her shoulders, bobbing when she laughed. I was trapped in her gaze and couldn't bring myself to move, though I desperately wanted to.


We had been talking about Bella - she could tell there were still some unspoken emotions - when Carlisle walked over, eyeing us questioningly.


"Sarah?" He asked, causing her to turn towards him.

The moment I was no longer looking into her eyes, it was like a spell was broken. I was at Bella's wedding. And I had imprinted. Part of me wanted to cheer, while part of me wanted to sob.


"Yeah?" Her voice broke and I snapped out of my reverie, checking her face for any signs of distress. But, to my relief, there were none. She was still smiling brightly, only now that breath-taking smile was directed at Carlisle and not me.


"Your mother scheduled an appointment with me for tomorrow afternoon. Is that all right?"

She nodded. "Yep. Sounds good, Carlisle."

"Okay," he said, smiling at me and turning away. "Have a nice afternoon."

I watched him walk away before turning to her. She knew Carlisle?

"Sorry," she explained. "Carlisle is my doctor. I've been going to him since I was five."

I supressed a shudder. It figured. Of all the girls I could have imprinted on, I had to pick someone who was assosciated with the Cullens. I swallowed the bile that was inevitably rising to the back of my throat and smiled at her, trying to lighten the mood.


"It's okay," I said. I was going to make an attempt to cheer her up, but my curiosity got the better of me. "Why do you have an appointment tomorrow, if you don't mind me asking?"

She grimaced and my heart panged in response. This beautiful angel shouldn't be hurting. A few tears fell down her cheek and I reached a hand up instinctively to wipe them away.

"I'm sorry," she muttered, looking down. "It's just.."

When she trailed off, I pulled her into a hug, savoring the feel of her body against mine. "It's okay. You don't have to explain. I understand."

"No, really. It's okay," she insisted, smiling up at me. "I just get a little emotional sometimes. I've been getting really sick since I was little; just recently I was diagnosed with cancer."


My heart lurched. "C-cancer?" I managed to stutter. "But, you're going to be okay, right?"

A small, sad smile graced her lips. "I don't know."

"I'm so sorry," I said, still in awe.


She shook her head and looked at the ground again, blushing. "Don't be. I shouldn't have even said anything. You don't need to hear some stranger's pathetic life story."

I took her hand in mine and she looked up, suprised. I knew that I was crossing lines that shouldn't have been crossed for some time now, but I didn't care. She was hurting - physically and mentally - and I needed to help her.


"No," I said, bringing her hand to my lips again to kiss it. "If you ever need me, I'll be there. You're... a great person," I finished lamely.

She laughed and it was like music to my ears. "Thank you."

I smiled. "Any time."

A slow song started playing and most of the couples stood up to dance. I watched as Bella and Edward took center stage before turning back to Sarah. My love for Bella seemed insignificant now, somehow. It hadn't lessened, of that I was sure, but I didn't need her to survive. For so long, she had been my oxygen. Now, she was just another friend; someone who I would always care about.

I stood up suddenly, and Sarah looked at me suspiciously. "What?" She asked.

"Would you dance with me?" I asked, trying not to seem too desperate.


She blushed and looked at the floor again. "I don't know if I'm strong enough. I'm afraid I'll fall."

"I'll catch you," I whispered fiercely. She blushed even deeper and when she didn't respond, I helped her up.


Slowly, we walked towards the dancefloor, my hand on her lower back so that she wouldn't collapse. I saw Bella staring at us, and then Edward said something to her that made her smile. It was a melancholy smile, but I could tell she was happy for me. Obviously, Edward had filled her in on the details of what had just happened between me and Sarah. I wasn't suprised.

I winked at her and she giggled before looking back at Sarah, who had managed to situate herself with her arms around my neck, even though she was a good foot and a half shorter than me. Laughing, I wrapped my arms around her waist and began twirling her around the dance floor. She giggled when I managed to trip over myself somehow, and I was thankful she couldn't see the blush that had most likely appeared on my dark skin.

The song ended all too soon, and before I knew it I was saying goodbye to both Bella and Edward. For the entire reception, I hadn't left Sarah's side, except for a few moments when Bella had wanted to talk to me.


"Congratulations," was all she had said, but that one word was filled with so much love, I knew she was happy for me. And I knew that everything would be okay.

Finally, once everyone except for a few stragglers had left the tent, I took Sarah's hand and led her in the direction of the parking lot.


She almost fell a couple of times, and when I thought I was going to have to carry her, she pointed to an old VW van. I smiled.


"That's it," she said, leaning against me for support now.

"It's a nice car," I commented, practically carrying her to the passenger side door.

"Thanks."

"No problem," I said, grinning.


She smiled in return. We stood in comfortable silence for a few moments when I could hear the music finally stop playing. It was time to say goodbye.


"Well, Jake," she said, finally dropping my hand. "My parents will probably be here soon."

"Right," I said, disappointed. "It was nice meeting you, Sarah."

"And you."

I grinned, lifting her hand and pressing a kiss to it before turning around and walking away.

It wasn't until the van had driven away that I realized something. I thought about it the entire way home, and the pack wouldn't let me down for it.


You idiot, Embry had thought. You imprinted on a girl and you didn't even get her phone number?

I groaned. I was... preoccupied.


Embry snorted. Yeah, staring at her chest.

I growled at him and morphed back, walking up the steps and into my house. I was exhausted. Tomorrow, I would find out who Sarah was, and how to get ahold of her. For now, though I needed some sleep.