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Lost to Love

Summary:
Jasper didn't know why Alice left. She simply had said he would understand with time. Time passed and Jasper still felt empty until Scout Addy came to visit. |-| This is the story of Scout Addy and the effects she can have on the entire Cullen clan. Two Perspectives One Story.


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1. The Time has Come

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“Another day, another rain shower, Scout,” said Jacob from under the hood of my car. I was staring out into the rainy abyss, cursing every square foot of the west coast of Washington State.

“That doesn’t mean I have to like it,” I said and he chuckled at me.

In my brain, I was sending Lucifer himself for Forks, Washington.

I sighed and looked down at Jake’s feet where they stuck out. Gosh, that boy is so tall! I thought to myself as I realized he was working on what was probably the middle of the car and yet there was a good three feet of his legs sticking out.

Jacob and I had been stuck in this garage for an hour and a half. He had been working for most of it and I was stuck sitting on the hood, looking out of the open garage door and into the rain. I sighed again.

“Scout, can you hand me that?” Jake asked, pointing to what was vaguely out the window, but I knew he intended to direct me to the tool box.

“Jacob, I can't hand you the whole tool box. Not all of us have freaky werewolf strength, you know.” I mumbled the last part of the sentence with a tinge of bitterness.

I heard Jake sigh and then his tools dropped as he pulled himself out from under the car. His face was smudged with oil and his hair glistened with sweat. However, he wore a smile in a true Jacob fashion.

“You knew that wasn’t what I meant,” he said, annoyed with me but still smiling.

“I don't care; at least it got you out of your cave for a short while,” I said, smiling back at him.

He rose from his spot on the ground to his appropriate size—six and a half feet above the ground.

I had known and been friends with Jacob for almost year and I still wasn't used to his height.

My parents, Sasha and Joe Addy, my brother, Everett, and I moved Forks, Washington on my mother’s whim a ear ago. She was adopted at the age of fifteen by the Clearwater family, so that makes Harry Clearwater her brother. When he passed, my mother spent endless hours on the phone with his wife, Sue. Although, with Harry's passing, we weren’t technically related to him, my mother said that “family never lets go.”

To put it simply, my mother and Sue were close, therefore she felt the need to move here and help her through the rest of her life. However, there were finances and my parents’ business had to be packed up and moved from New York City to Washington State…which took time! So, last summer we finally made the big move.

Addy Real Estate Company is in great shape in Forks. My mother and Sue (Sue joined the business to have something to do) have broken ground, bought, or sold for ninety-five percent of the new families here… That includes our own, which sits on the border between Forks and the Quileute Reservation. My father, Joe, landed a job as a police officer like he had back in New York City because Charlie is the police chief here.

Unfortunately, my mother still says that Leah and Seth are my cousins. I mean, Seth is fine, but Leah is the one downside to living here. To put it lightly: we don't get along.

The first day I arrived in Forks, Aunt Sue told Leah to go introduce me to Jacob and his friends. Begrudgingly, she walked me down to Billy’s and I ended up sitting on the hood of what was Jake’s current project for the next four hours, talking while he worked.

So there I sat—a year later—staring at Jacob Black covered in muck, the same exact thing I was doing on my first day here.

“You are a lot more pleasant then Leah,” Jacob said, turning from me to go to his tool box to grab the instrument he needed.

“You say that almost every day. You’d think it would begin to sound repetitive after about a year of you stating the obvious,” I said smugly.

Jacob boomed with laughter. “If you ask me, I haven’t been saying it enough. I mean, how much clearer can I make it that she’s awful? She’s already got the reading-my-mind thing down.”

“I guess bitches die hard,” I said with triumph. “No werewolf humour intended, of course.”

“Oh, of course,” he suppressed laughter.

Jacob worked in silence for a moment, and I let my feet dangle in front of the car while the heels of my shoes tapped the front bumper. The sounds fell in rhythm with the faint mechanical tinkering from below me.

“Do you mind not doing that, please?” Jake said, turning and pointing at my feet.

“Oh,” I said, stopping after a final tap to the bumper.

Jake shook his head and returned to his position on the ground, then rolled back to the middle of the car with a chuckle.

“What?” I asked, inquiring about his chuckle.

“Oh, nothing,” he said, chuckling again. “I’m just back in my bat cave.”

“More like the Black cave,” said a voice from the garage door. I looked up to see my brother Everett, smiling at us.

Ting.

The sound came from under the car and I felt it lift up a little as Jacob smacked his head.

“OUCH!” Jacob said, cursing under his breath. Everett had startled him on purpose.

“Oh, sorry, man.” Everett said, smiling at me and making it perfectly obvious that he wasn’t sorry.

Everett and Jacob, unfortunately, didn’t get along as well as I hoped they would.

“Everett, I didn't even hear you pull up!” I said, as I looked out into the rain and saw the nose of his truck barely sticking out from the side of the house. He had hidden his truck to sneak up on us.

Jacob emerged from under the car with a faint look of pain on his face. His forehead already had a minor knot on it. Jacob simply looked at Everett and nodded.

Living in Forks was something I had never really expected to enjoy. Forks High School was the worst part, but I had gotten used to it. This year I would have to go without seeing Everett after every class, but I was sure I could manage. I mostly spent my time with Jacob, Quil, and Embry when Jacob wasn’t with Nessie or Quil with Claire, at least. My brother, on the other hand, was a loner, and found it of the utmost hilarity that all three of them despised him. So, he did the most he could to irritate them…especially Jacob.

So, at their charming encounter, I just rolled my eyes and asked Everett what he wanted.

“I just wanted to see how my little sister was doing,” Everett said, stepping farther away from the garage door to avoid getting wet. “Just making sure nothing is going on in here.”

I could practically feel Jacob roll his eyes at that comment. Everett, for some reason, thought that Jacob and I were romantically involved, which would never happen because it felt like, somehow, all the kids on the reservations were related. I don’t think any of them thought about dating each other. It was odd though, being related to Leah and Seth but not looking anything like them. I was pale with sandy blond hair and light, golden eyes and Everett matched me, as did my parents. I guess it’s one of the downsides to my mother being adopted. We stuck out like sore thumbs on the reservation.

“Everett, you are an absolute moron,” I heard Jacob mumble, but Everett either didn’t hear it or he ignored it. I’m guessing the latter.

All Everett did was raise his eyebrows and nod. “Well, Mom and Dad are down at Aunt Sue’s. Mom thinks you and I should spend time with Leah and Seth.”

I groaned. To reemphasize that Leah and I hated each other. I thought she was a bitter, evil, glass-half-empty, conniving, blubbering idiot and she thought I was a perky, happy-go-lucky, loud, annoying, blond idiot. At least our feelings were mutual.

“Well, tell Mom that I’m going to be with Jacob and that I won’t be home for a while,” I instructed, making an excuse as quickly as I could. The last thing I wanted to do was spend time with Leah, especially on a rainy day where I couldn’t go outside to escape her.

“Actually, Scout, I’m sort of going over to the Cullen’s tonight,” Jacob managed in his wrestle with something under the car.

“Sort of?” I asked, all too aware of the subtle casualty that he was trying to extend.

“Yeah, sort of,” he said, sighing as his phone began to vibrate on the work bench. “Ah, crap. Scout, can you answer that please? I'm sure it's Quil.”

Without thinking, I scooted down off the car and grabbed the phone, flipping it open.

“Hello?” I asked into the phone.

“Is Jacob there?” the voice of a little girl asked. I looked down at the phone a little confused.

“He’s a little busy...” I trailed off, not really knowing what to say to the little girl.

“Well, can you get him please? It’s important,” the girl said. She couldn’t be any older than ten and she was talking with an air of annoyance in her voice.

I turned to get Jacob, but he was already right behind me, taking the phone out of my hands.

“Hey, Nessie,” Jacob said affectionately into the phone, turning his back to Everett and I so he could talk.

Of course—Nessie Cullen—the girl that Jacob watched when the kids from the reservation all went out. I smiled; she was always really cute and sweet. I was now shocked that she had been so annoyed with me.

“Nessie? Calm down, honey,” Jacob reasoned into the phone. “Nessie you need to take deep breaths and talk to me. Oh—” I could hear Nessie screaming through the phone. “Alright, I'm coming.”

Jacob flipped the phone shut and turned around, the look of panic in his eyes. He looked into the rain, then down at himself, back at the rain, and finally, he sighed and looked up at me.

“Scout, I need a ride.” He didn’t bother asking; he knew I would oblige.

I nodded and grabbed my hooded sweatshirt (which was—dumbly—all I brought with me) from the workbench and slipped it on.

“I have to go grab something from the house. You can start the car. I’ll only be a minute.”

I nodded as Jacob raced out of the side door of the garage and into the house. The door remained open and Everett swung his arm and let it click shut.

“So, I guess you’re going to visit the Cullens, eh?” Everett asked, hesitant.

“Yeah, I guess I am,” I said, a little dazed, myself. “I mean, all Jacob has is his motorcycle, so I guess I was the most practical alternative.”

Everett shook his head. “Not everything is logical, Scout. Maybe he just wants you to finally meet the Cullens. You know, it’s been a year that you've managed to avoid them.”

I nodded, simply not knowing what to say.

“Well, I'm going to Aunt Sue’s. I'll tell Mom that you’re with Jacob and if she chooses to call, you get to tell her you’re at the Cullens’,” Everett said as he flipped the hood of his jacket over his head. “If you ask me, this whole relationship with Jacob and the Cullens is weird. Be careful, sis.”

Again, I nodded as I watched my brother drive away in his truck.