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Bring The Rain

Leah Clearwater: heartbroken, angry, and alone. Will she get her happy ending?

Well hello, everyone. The werewolves are my favorite and even though SM is a genius, the way she ended the series just didn't fly with me. So this, my friends, is what I think should have happened =)

2. Welcome Home Baby Brother

Rating 5/5   Word Count 1243   Review this Chapter

I was finishing up conditioning my hair when I heard someone run down the stairs and bang on the bathroom door.

“Leah! Get out here! Hurry! It’s Seth!” Mom was screaming at me so I grabbed my bathrobe that I happened to bring with me and ran out the door. She was downstairs so I ran into the kitchen; my wet feet making me slide across the floor.

“What? What’s wrong!?” I said. Then I looked to the ground and saw my baby brother writhing in pain on the floor. I put my hand to his forehead and gasped. He had been sick for a few days, running a fever, moody, and tired, but this fever was through the roof.

He coughed weakly and started crawling to the door. “Lee,” he choked out, “get Mom upstairs and call…” another cough, “Sam.”

“Seth… I…”

“Just do it Leah!” He managed to get out, sounding almost authoritative. I thought about it and then it hit me. He was acting exactly like Sam before…

“Leah!” he said again. I grabbed Mom who was running into the phone trying to call 911.

“MOM STOP!” I yelled, she ignored me and started talking. I ran over and grabbed the phone from her, throwing it at the wall and effectively breaking it.

“Leah what are you doing!?” She screamed, running into her room for her cell phone but I was faster. I took the phone from her and shut her bedroom door, locking her in.

I don’t know what compelled me to listen to my 16 year old brother but I had some instinct telling me to do what he said.

The cell phone was shaking so badly in my hands that it took me three times to get the number right. Eventually, I managed to dial the oh-so-familiar number that was Sam’s.

“Hello?” asked a sweet, chirpy voice. Ugh.

“Emily!? I need to talk to Sam!” When did I start crying?

“Leah?” She asked, “What? Why? Are you okay?!”

“Emily put him on now. It’s life or death.” I told her and I heard her run down the hall, probably towards Sam’s room. I heard her call his name and then rustling.

“Hello?” asked a very sleepy sounding Sam.

“Sam, it’s Leah, Seth needs you,” I said, pretty proud of myself that I got that out without all the fun insults I had come up with in the past two weeks for him.

“Where is he?” He asked. Doesn’t he want to know what’s wrong first?

“He…” I looked at my kitchen and saw Seth was gone; he must have crawled out the back door, “it looks like he crawled out the back door.”

“Leah, I need you listen to me. Are you listening?” I nodded then decided to give him an answer he could hear.


“Do not go outside, no matter what. Seth will be home in a few days, he’ll be fine I promise you. Now you need to promise me.”

“I promise,” I said, swallowing the lump that had risen in my throat.

“Oh my God,” I whispered as I heard my baby brother scream from the back yard. It was so loud Sam could hear it on the phone.

“Stay inside Lee-Lee, Seth will be okay!” He said as he threw the phone back to Emily.

“Leah?” She asked but I was too confused to speak. I had definitely just heard Seth scream and now all I could hear was a wolf howling. I wanted nothing more than to go save him from whatever was hurting him. He was a pain in the ass and I let him now that every day but he was my brother and I loved him. Helplessness wasn’t something I dealt with very well.

“He’ll be okay Lee, I promise,” Emily said. I had enough of myself back to mad at her.

“Screw you Em,” I said.

“I wish I could explain everything to you Leah,” she was crying, I knew my former best friend well.

“Yeah, well, it won’t change anything so fuck you and goodbye.” I hung up the phone and laid down on the couch worrying for Seth.

It wasn’t until I heard Mom banging on her door that I remembered she was up there. I raced up the stairs and opened the door.

“WHERE IS HE?!” She was really flipping out.

“Ma, it’s okay, he’s with Sam,” I said. Yeah that was probably the wrong thing to say.


Yep, that was definitely a poor decision.

"Mom, he’s going to be okay,” I said. I didn’t know who I was trying to reassure more, her or me.

I tried calling Sam and the kids he hangs out with. Nobody would tell me anything. Paul was an asshole and told me to get lost and mind my own business, Jared hung up on me, Quil stuttered and said he couldn’t talk, and I called Embry who told me that he couldn’t explain but he promised Seth would be okay and that he’d be home soon.

I felt compelled to listen to him, he was the only one who seemed to care about how me and my mother felt about losing our Seth. After seeing my father die, I vowed to never lose another family member again, if I could help it. I wasn’t going to sit by and watch Seth leave my life, but for some reason Embry’s reassured me, gave me a true answer. I figured it out for myself a few days later.

________________________________________________________________ Two

Two days later Seth came home. I was in the living room, watching TV and I heard the back door open.

If I hadn’t lived with him for his whole 16 years of existence, I would not have recognized him. He had grown about 5 inches making him like 6’6”. He didn’t have a shirt on, but his shoulders seemed to have broadened, and where the hell did those abs come from?! What the hell? His face was more angular, his boyishness had disappeared. My baby brother was now a man apparently.

“Who are you and what have you done with my brother?” I asked, standing up. He smiled and pulled me into a rib cracking hug. Since when was he strong?

“Leah! I missed you!” He said.

Uh? “Seth, hi. What happened to you?” I said, completely dumbfounded at this whole situation.

“You wouldn’t even believe me if I told you,” he said happily. At least his personality didn’t change. Someone could literally shoot him and he would be smiling and trying to be their friend. He was a perpetually happy individual. Sometimes it was hard to believe we’re related.

“SETH!?” Mom was running down the stairs, my guess to pull her baby into her arms but she came to a screeching halt in front of the brick wall that was now my brother. She looked from his face to mine and I just shrugged my shoulders.

“Okay, Mom, I see how it is,” he said with a smile, crossing his arms in front of his chest. She shook her head like she was trying to clear her thoughts and she hugged her son.

“Are you okay baby? What happened? Are you sick? Why are you so huge? What the hell is going on?” Twenty questions Seth style.

“Chill Mommy,” he said, which earned him a smile from mom who now had to look up a significant amount to reach his eyes, “I’m fine as long as you don’t ask me where I was or what happened.”

We both stared at him wide-eyed.

“Seth? Are you fucking stupid?” I asked and then I fainted.