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How a Resurrection Really Feels

Summary:
Knowing that things won't get easier for him as long as he stays within a ten-mile radius of her, Jacob Black decides that it's finally time for him to take off and go his own way, accepting after much consideration Leah's suggestion of leaving together. But this can only mean one sure thing: catastrophe. Right? Set during Breaking Dawn - AU. Jacob/Leah.


Notes:
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Steph Meyer. The plot (the leaving part), however, does belong to me. Story title from a song by The Hold Steady. A/N: I can't tell you how disappointed I was when I read Breaking Dawn. And I still am. This is my take on how things eventually went for Jacob, with Leah. Because, let's face it: this was a ship that should've happened.


2. Two - Leah

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Chapter Two – in Which Leah Grabs Her Stuff and Leaves

It was time not to take anything for granted and savor the moment of finally being home. And clean. Having just showered after what I guessed was a couple of weeks, I wrapped my body in a cream-colored, fluffy towel and decided I’d take it with me. I also decided to pack my brush and day-and-night cream, all the while trying to ignore my reflection.

Don’t look at her. Don’t look at her -repeated like a mantra.

Fact was that I did not recognize the young woman (since when, anyway?) staring back at me. She seemed old. Angry. Full of pain. I didn’t want to see that in myself.

But in the end, not being able to not avoid it, I looked at her. There were the familiar, wide dark eyes staring at me. Hiding her forehead was a thick and even fringe. She had the same black, thick hair that I felt tickling my shoulders. And the skin… it was coppery and smooth. I liked the color. Sharp nose, too long for my taste, and delicate-shaped lips, all set in a rather oval face.

Hello. I’m twenty and I’m menopausal.

Damnit, did I want to punch my image.

I was contemplating the act seriously when I suddenly heard movement from the hall – shoes being shoved with unnecessary force, hitting against the wall – and then voices in the kitchen. I sighed. It’d do my mother good for me to leave. No longer in need to have to provide food for two werewolves. But then the thought that Seth would probably end up eating for two entered my mind and I realized it would never really make a difference and the thought managed to put a small smile on my face.

Look at her. Who is she?

I put on the clothes I’d placed on the toilet-seat and then exited the bathroom, fluffy towel and toilet-vanity in hand. On the way to the noise, I threw my stuff on my bed and then sharpened my ears to listen. I quickly recognized the voices of Seth, Jake, Quil and Embry. I was instantly puzzled.

They all raised their gazes simultaneously when I made my presence known by coughing. They stared as though they’d never seen me before.

“What’s wrong?” I asked with a skeptic tone and arched an eyebrow.

“Leah, you look…” Jacob began, seemingly confused, but Seth finished the sentence.

“Clean.”

Quil and Embry laughed along with my brother while Jacob seemed to have regained his composure, as though having been woken up from a temporary daze. As for me? I snorted.

“Shut your trap, Seth,” was all I came with, but managed to say so with venom. But I still knew I could’ve done better. I decided to shrug it off and asked them what was going on.

“These two has joined our…” Jacob was too disgruntled to finish the sentence.

“Pack,” Quil and Embry filled in chorus this time.

Seth continued. “We’ll make sure things here won’t get out of hand with the baby while we protect the people and do what we can for the territory.”

“How noble,” I said sarcastically and turned to the refrigerator, in mood for some yoghurt. I still caught the four of them rolling their eyes at me. Things will never change, I thought and I liked it.

The time came when it was time for us to leave. I’d enjoyed the quality time with the new pack (even though Jacob was still determined to not see it that way) and I wondered if I was ever going to see them again. And from out of nowhere, I felt sure that Jacob was wondering the exact same thing.

I didn’t know what to make of Jacob. I wasn’t sure I liked him. Sure, I did to some extent, but he could still annoy the crap out of me. But what I knew was that I was happy to leave with him. Relieved, in many ways. It’d be an adventure, a challenge, since we would have to stay close together until we were ready to set off in different directions. I could do that without killing him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take the car?” Mom kept asking us and Jacob and me locked eyes, thinking the same thing.

“Nah. We want to run.”

“It’s just so impractical,” she muttered to herself and I had to stifle a chuckle. I’d miss my mother more than I ever would confess I decided then and there.

The inevitable goodbyes came. Mom kept mentioning the car, until we – or Jacob really – surrendered and said it maybe would be for the best if we took his Rabbit that was, until minutes ago, to be parked in our garage. She was happy that she had managed to convince us, but the motherly nagging didn’t stop there: she then began telling us to call when we got there every few seconds. I just shrugged, allowing Jake to reassure her.

“Bye little brother,” I said when I turned to him and to my surprise, he hugged me fiercely. I found myself sensing his sadness and realized it was breaking my heart.

“Don’t you dare be a stranger,” he told me as we pulled back from the embrace. I laughed with fondness at his serious expression, his eyes darting from me to Jake.

Those final minutes of home didn’t feel like minutes at all. Felt like seconds, hundredths. It all went by so quickly.

We walked to the Rabbit, and I could actually see the relief on Jacob’s face that he’d be taking his beloved car with him sooner than expected, and threw our bags in. I took my seat in the front and waved goodbye one final time.

With the keys in ignition, Jacob turned to me and asked “Are you ready?” Without looking in his direction, I said “Yes”, scared to the very core of my being.

Then we took off and hoped we’d never have to look back again.