In hindsight, I probably should've seen this coming, but when running in my wolf form, I tend not to anticipate ridiculous situations like this. Oneshot. Jacob/Original Character
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise belongs to Stephenie Meyer, and not me. I DO own my OC, however. A/N: I don't know anything about animal trap claws, so if there are any mistakes, just say I took artistic license.
1. Chapter 1
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Fucking HELL! God damn -- arrgh!
The muscles in my mouth clenched in pain, the gums curling down at the sides, revealing my canine snarl. I had jerked my paw while trying to get my huge wolf body into a more comfortable position; obviously, my attempts were not working.
In hindsight, I should have seen this coming, but when I’m running I tend not to think about such complications as a hidden bear trap. The huge metal claw had clamped around my back hock before I‘d realised what had happened, bringing me tumbling ungraciously down to the muddy forest floor, which was blanketed in a thick layer of leaves and brambles where, hidden from view, had lain the cause of this whole ridiculous situation.
If I could manage to phase back, I might be able to sit up properly and then just pry it off with my hands. I had been avoiding my human form for almost a month now, though, only going back to it when I needed sustenance, and I wasn’t looking forward to phasing now; I was still revelling in the numbness from human pains that came with the wolf’s simplistic mind. But if it helped me get off this retarded trap …
Suddenly I was aware of an unwanted presence invading my head. I wasn’t alone anymore.
Jake? Are you alright? came Embry’s voice. By now he had seen my predicament running through his own mind, like a movie you don’t want to watch anymore but the stop button on the remote has broken.
Despite my hopes of weeks earlier, this part of the old legends had proven true, and it didn‘t matter how many miles I put between us, I could still hear the thoughts of my pack mates -- and them mine -- as clear as if I were standing right beside them. And at the moment, this peeved me off more than it ever had before; I didn’t want them thinking I couldn’t survive on my own. If they thought I were in real trouble, it might drive them to come after me, or force me into coming home some other way, and I didn’t want to abandon my self-imposed exile, not yet.Then I felt Quil enter my head: can you get it off? Try using your teeth.
I’m fine, I snarled.
Embry said, Jake …
Go. Away.Fine, snapped Quil, but this whole business with running away is getting old real quick. You’re hurting your family. Come home.
And then there was silence. Pure, blissful, unearthly quiet. But they could come back at any time; I had to phase and get this stupid thing off. Pushing the pain and the gruesome sight of my mangled leg to the back of my mind, I focused solely on wanting to be human, and in no time at all I was feeling the scorching wave of heat rolling down my spine, my body trembling furiously as my fur was retreating back in to my body, arms and hands replacing my two front legs, and my long snout was retracting and shrinking in to a human nose and mouth. Phasing was easy, it was natural, like riding a bike: once you’ve started, having overcome the difficult learning period, it was forever a part of you, something you never forgot, no matter how long you’ve went without doing it.
Now I could lift my upper body off the ground easily. I had no clothes on either, and I quickly untied the cut-off jean shorts from around my unhurt ankle and put them on. They didn‘t do much good against the cold, but that did not matter; my natural body temperature, which would have sent any normal human in to a deadly fever, was now keeping me comfortably warm. Even the cool air in the northern forests of Canada, where I was currently running, could not raise any goose bumps on my skin.
Twisting my body around awkwardly, I could now see where the bear trap was clamped around me. Its sharp metal teeth were embedded in my skin and dark red blood was flowing from the wound. The cuts weren’t too deep; I could pull it out easily with my werewolf strength in no time and with minimal damage, then I could get out of here before any humans crossed my path.
Then, my sensitive hearing picked up a series of cracking sounds, still a few feet away, but approaching closer with each step: someone -- or something -- was coming this way!
Desperately I yanked on the trap, but it was stuck tighter than I’d thought, and I could only move it a few inches a part. The footsteps -- I was now positive the thing had no more than two legs -- were growing louder still, and I couldn’t get my foot free in time; whoever was making their way towards me would inevitably find me, and then I would be in big trouble.
I caught their scent now: a light, woodsy aroma that filled my senses with memories of the forests around my almost-forgotten home; it was an extremely pleasant smell. They were just within the last circle of trees and then they would enter the small clearing where I sat, my foot still hopelessly trapped. Two more steps, and whoever was here would find me … one more step, and I would be in the center of their line of sight …
A young girl, about my age, stepped through the trees. She carried a large camping pack on her shoulders and a walking stick in one hand. She was very pretty, I thought, with her long auburn hair, pale skin, and blue eyes, with cute freckles covering her round cheeks and short nose. She stopped when she saw me and her hand flew up to cover her mouth; she dropped her pack and walking stick to the ground and ran over to kneel at my side.
“Oh my goodness,” she gasped. “Are you okay?”
I couldn’t speak. This girl was beautiful, and she was looking at me! There was nothing but concern in her eyes, and I suddenly felt I would do anything to keep her here; anything to keep her looking like that at me.
“Yeah … sure, I’m okay. Just fell,” I said. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her; if I looked away, she might disappear, nothing more than a dream or a vision. I refused to lose her, not before I even knew who this god-like creature was.
“Here, let me help you up.” She slung one of my massive arms over her petite shoulder and tried to straighten up. “You’re burning up; I think you may have a fever.” But I was too heavy for her to lift alone. I pushed off the ground with the arm not around her, and together, we stood me up. But she had just noticed how very … exposed I was and she let go in surprise; she hadn’t seen the trap on me and my ankle gave out, sending me to the ground. She lost her balance as well and fell on top of me.
“Oh, sorry,” she gasped, pushing herself off me.
“That’s okay,” I laughed. “My fault.”
“Let me take a look at that ankle; maybe it’s broken.” She was trying hard not to look at my tanned chest; her eyes kept flittering to my toned ribcage and away again, her cheeks blushing rouge adorably.
“It’s not --” but she had already caught sight of the metal contraption on me, and she gasped in surprise, her hand once again returning to her mouth.
“Oh my… how did this happen?”
“I was just … hiking,” I thought up quickly. I couldn’t very well tell her what I was actually doing, but I had to tell her something, and this was close enough to the truth to be believable. “It was covered up by the leaves, and I didn’t see it, and I stepped on it. I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here, trying to get it off.” I reached down and tried to pull it off, but it was still too stiff.
“Let me,” she said. “I have a bit of experience with these things; my father is a hunter.”
“What does he hunt?”
“Oh, bears mostly, and occasionally wolves. Once in a while he’ll kill a couple of elks too.”
I tried to hide my shock at the word “wolves” but she must have read the disgust on my face anyways, for she suddenly looked up at me, her eyes sad.
“I know … horrible, isn’t it? I don’t atone it at all, the poor animals; it’s just, I’ve been around it all my life so I’m used to it.
“Anyways,” she looked away, “I know how to get these off. There’s a little latch on the bottom that will release the spring.” She removed the offending latch and the trap sprang open; She smiled and I moved my leg.
“Thanks.” My voice rang with my sincerity.
“I’m glad I could help. Let’s get that ankle bandaged up now; lucky I always carry a First Aid kit in my pack.”
She pulled out a small white box with a tiny four-pointed red cross on the cover and opened it, pulling out some gauze and antiseptic. “This may sting a little,” she said, and started smothering the wound in lotion. She then wrapped it in a white wrap-around bandage, securing it with a piece of tape.
“And, all done.”
“Thank you,” I repeated, “really.”
“Just promise me you’ll be more careful when walking in the woods from now on.”
She smiled again, revealing her perfect white teeth, and offered her hand to pull me up. I stood up with her help, wobbling slightly as I tested my hurt ankle. I couldn’t put a lot of pressure on it, I had to balance myself mostly on my other foot, but it was a definite improvement.
“I’m Jacob, by the way. Jacob Black.” I offered my hand for her to shake, and she did, her smaller one looking extremely insignificant in my overgrown one.
“And I’m Kristine,” she laughed, “Kristine Garrison.”
As I continued looking at her and shaking her hand, I think I felt something inside of me change. It was like my happiness, my future, my own self, no longer belonged to me anymore. I wanted to hear her laugh every minute of every day, I wanted her to look at me in that tender, soothing way she had earlier when she was helping me. My pull of gravity had irrevocably shifted, and I no longer lived for myself, but for her. And somehow, looking in to her eyes, I knew that I had no reason to run from home anymore, for now I had found another one; maybe I couldn’t return to Forks, not yet, but that was okay, as long as she kept smiling at me, healing me from the inside out.