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I'll Teach You How To Love (Me)

Summary:
One of the werewolves imprints on a mysterious woman. He travels to the ends of the earth to find her, and then discovers he has an impossible task. He doesn't just have to convince her to love him. He has to convince her love exists at all.


Notes:
Right- this is a multi-chapter fic. I own nothing. It's in second person, so you can really pick a werewolf besides Jake, Quil, Sam, and Jared. In my mind, it's Embry, and that may be established later. Each chapter has a song which inspired it. I will provide links to the songs. You need to listen to them to get the right mood. I own nothing. REVIEW.


1. You're Beautiful

Rating 5/5   Word Count 679   Review this Chapter

It is a normal day when you first see her, but then all days are normal. They all begin the same, bland and identical but ripe with potential. It is only those things which transpire that make a day special as this one will be.

You are walking in crowded Seattle, fighting your way down to the subway station. Jake and Quil are on either side of you. The three of you are on what Sam has termed an imprinting vacation. You and Quil have been dragging Jake all over the state, trying to find the one who will get him over Bella. So far, he’s only gotten frustrated.

Quil is baby-sitting Claire. He’s on probation for changing her diaper the last time her parents left him alone with her. He is somewhat miffed about the assumption behind this (“just because I’m in love with a two-year-old doesn’t make me some kind of pedophile!”) but he didn’t bother protesting. At least he gets to see her still. He’s happy with that much.

Jake’s here to find the girl he’s meant for. Quil’s here so Jake can keep an eye on him. You’re just along for the ride.

The four of you just saw a movie- Ironman. Claire loved it, surprisingly. She kept laughing in total fascination at the screen. Quil and Jake got their mega-sized popcorns refilled just before you left, and are now throwing it at each other. You offer Claire a handful scooped out of Quil’s bucket, and she coos in delight.

Quil glares jealously at you. You grin back.

Jake descends into the subway. “Come on, guys.”

You follow, and so does Quil, hugging Claire close against him. The crush of people closes in, and the little girl starts to wail. Quil panics. You and Jake share a meaningful glance and press on through the crowd.

And then…

You see her. You see her. You see her. Her. Your one. Your only.

The rest of the world slows, skidding to a halt. Your breath catches in your throat, and you gasp, feeling an ache like you’ve been socked in the stomach. The gray roof of the subway tunnel spins, narrowing in. The world is reduced to you, and to her. The people in between you are nothing. They are invisible- no, they don’t exist. It’s just the two of you.

Your first thought, almost inane in its inadequacy, is she’s beautiful.

That fades quickly. The second thing you realize is that she’s clinging to the arm of a man, some stranger with a beard. He’s not good enough for her. You realize that instantly.

Her eyes turn to you, then, and you forget about him, about the universe, as she smiles right at you.

Your heart bursts in your chest. You need her. You lunge after her, rushing through the crowd of people, past Jake and Quil and Claire, who’s crying louder now. Nothing else matters (though Quil will kill you for that when you phase next) because you chase her.

And then the rest of the world becomes solid again. They push the two of you apart, and you gasp as she drifts past your outstretched hand. Everyone else comes between you. She disappears into the crowd. You stand there, stock-still, waiting for her return.

It doesn’t come.

Jake and Quil eventually struggle toward you. “Dude,” Jake protests, “what’s with you?”

Quil shakes his head knowingly, kissing the top of Claire’s head. “He imprinted, right?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, and that single incoherent syllable somehow makes it real. You imprinted on a total stranger, a random face in the crowd. You’re in love with a woman you don’t know.

You’re meant for her, though, and if she never wants you, you know that’s best for her, and so it’s also best for you.

“I love you,” you say, so quietly even your brothers can’t hear you. But little Claire looks up at you and laughs.