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I'll Teach You How To Love (Me)

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.

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.

8. Endlessly

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You should really be getting used to this by now- the way she takes everything almost preternaturally calmly, how she allows your most stunning revelations to be incorporated without a word into what she considers the truth. “Question two: what exactly does that mean for me? How does that change my life?”

You draw a deep breath. You want to lie and say, ‘It means you’re with me. You have to be.’

But you can’t lie to her… if this is the life she wants, far be it from you to take that from her. Sam, you remember, faced this dilemma. When he imprinted on Emily, she wouldn’t accept him. And he had to accept that. He didn’t have a choice then, and you don’t have a choice now- the choices are hers.

“It doesn’t change your life… unless you want it to. It’s not like you’re obligated to change yourself or anything about your life. You don’t have to do anything at all…”

Again, she is overly perceptive. You like that about her, but then you like everything about her. She understands things, so easily, and makes these intuitive leaps that cut straight to the heart of a problem. “Third question. Last one.”

You nod.

“How does it change your life?”

You cannot look at her. It’s hard to look away, but impossible to meet her too-curious gaze, as you tell her the simple and very strange truth. “It means that I am in love with you.”

You hear her exhale. It takes a second before you can continue, realizing she remains strangely silent. There is no verbal reaction to your words.

That really can’t be a good thing.

“And so much more. It means that I… am here to give you what you want. What you need. Anything you ask me for, I will be more than happy to find. I’d go to the ends of the earth for you- I’d die for you.”

She snickers.


“That sounds so stupid, honey. Hate to be hatin’, but you do realize that’s one of the dumbest things anyone’s ever said.”

You look down, ashamed. “It’s the truth. Not a romantic exaggeration. Not some idiotic lie. It’s a statement of fact. I’m trying to explain this… it’s hard.”

“Sorry. Continue.”

“It means I want to be with you. Quil- one of my packmates- imprinted… now this is weird… on a girl named Claire about three months before I imprinted on you. Promise not to run away screaming?”

She nods.

“Claire turns nine in December.”

The only response is a shrug. “So you’re a werewolf who pals with child molesters. Believe it or not, I’ve known weirder people.”

You laugh aloud. “If Quil were here, he’d rip you into pieces for that accusation. He… loves Claire. Like I love you. He would never be able to hurt her, any more than I could hurt you. Right now, Claire needs a friend. And that’s what he is- a dependable, reliable, fun, trustworthy friend, someone who does anything with her, always laughs and smiles, and yet never leads her anywheredangerous. In ten years, she’ll need a boyfriend-“

“Probably a heck of a lot sooner than that,” she mutters.

“And Quil will be waiting, when she’s ready, when that’s what she needs. Just like, if you ever need me, I’ll be waiting.”

Weighing the moment, you look carefully at her. There is a guarded expression in her eyes- like a veil of pale white clouds over the perfection of a summer sky.

You brush a burning hand across her face, and she smiles tautly.

Before she turns away, you think you see a tear in one eye.