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Summary:
When Rosalie Marcum moves to Seattle she vows to make a new start, to take control and make some changes. Her first brave adventure doesn't quite go as planned, but is certain to change her world forever. "I've not had any woman look at me the way you do," he whispers, voice husky. "I think you've been walking around with your eyes closed Jake," I laugh, raising my eyebrows at him, full of scepticism. His cheeky smile makes a timely appearance. "Oh, yeah, well, there's plenty of that." Modest as always. I'm just about to roll my eyes when his face turns serious again, stopping me in my tracks. "I mean, I've never had anyone look at me like they really..." He pauses, worrying his lip, "Like they really love me. Only me." Oh.


Notes:
Jacob/OC pairing with the inclusion of several other characters from the Twilight series.


13. Chapter Thirteen

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"Rosalie, honey, wake up." Jacob's soft voice calling me wakes me smoothly from my dreamless sleep and my eyes flutter open to meet his looking down at me, smiling. "Hey sleepy head."

"Hey yourself," I reply with a yawn. I make sure my hand is clasped tightly over my mouth, no one likes morning breath. It's only as I sit up that I notice that one of my legs is poking out from under the covers, completely exposed and pasty, so I pull it back under quickly with a sheepish grin.

"You do realise that I've already seen all that before," he grins. Thanks for pointing that out Jake. From the burning in my cheeks I'm pretty sure I've gone beetroot red, so I pull the covers right up until only my eyes are exposed. It just makes him grin more. "Plus last night you weren't too shy about hooking those legs right over me." His smile turns distinctly into a smirk as he tilts his head. He leans back, laughing as I try to push him playfully. "Perfect gentleman," he assures, rising from the bed and holding his hands in front of himself, playing innocent. He picks up my jeans from the floor and tosses them to me. "Come on, we need to get to Sam's."

"You do realise I'm going to run out of clothes soon, don't you?" I ask, swinging my legs out of bed and starting to pull them on, one handed as always. I'm really getting the knack of this. He just shrugs casually.

"If you wanna do the laundry, I'm not complaining."

"I'll bet." I grab my rucksack and shuffle past him, heading for the door and the bathroom, delighting in the slight brush of my back against him as I pass.

"I'll go check on Will while you do…" he pauses, frowning at my rucksack, "Girly stuff."

"Yes Jake," I yawn nonchalantly and close the bathroom door. Amazing how a quick wash and a change of underwear can make you feel half human again. My roots are starting to show, though, and shallow as it is, I miss my make-up. I don't think I've been this many days without eyeliner in years.

When I emerge from the house both Jake and William are standing the car. William looks decidedly worse for wear and as I approach I notice that the circles that were present under his eyes yesterday have become even more prominent. He glances at me as I walk towards them and he starts to rub his arm through his loose shirt uncomfortably. I'll bet he could do with some new clothes too. The look I get from Jacob is far more welcoming. He smiles at me and even from several paces away I can feel the heat. What I can't decide is whether the heat is coming from him, or the warm feeling he seems to spark inside of me. Ugh, I make myself sick. From the look on William's face, as he glances between mine and Jacob's smiling ones, we make him nauseous too.

"You can ride up front today, Will," I offer in a way of apology. He just shrugs, and Jacob just looks disappointed. Nonetheless, I get into the back seat for the ride.

"Are you nervous?" Jacob asks as he pulls off and I can't decide which of us he's addressing. William answers, anyway.

"No." His tone is almost defiant, and I can tell by the way Jacob's eyebrows rise in his reflection in the rear view mirror that he William's defensiveness took him by surprise, too. The silence in the car is stifling.

"Was last night really awful?" I ask cautiously. My words are met with a dark chuckle.

"No worse than any other." I lapse back into quiet reflection, settling for gazing out of the windows instead. Either William is really not a morning person, or he has some pretty crappy mood swings. Then again, I doubt I'd be feeling bright as a button if I'd spent all night in chains.

We arrive at Sam's house to find a large group of people sitting out front, some resting on logs, some sitting on chairs, but all dark haired and copper skinned. As Jacob climbs out of the car a woman who looks to be in her mid-thirties with long, wavy hair comes running towards him. From her smile alone I recognise her to be one of Jacob's sisters. Her full lips curve upwards into a toothy grin that could only belong to the Black family as she throws her arms around him.

"Jake," she exclaims as he picks her up the ground, laughing. When he places her back on the ground they start to chatter almost incomprehensibly quickly, exchanging pleasantries, then instantly moving on to teasing and joking with each other. His sister's laugh is almost identical to his own, but higher, more musical. On my approach, she turns to look at me appraisingly and at the same time, two arms wrap around her waist, belonging to a shirtless man, tall and well-muscled. Definitely another wolf.

"Rachel, this is Rosalie," Jake smiles as he shoves his hands in his pockets. He actually looks a little bashful at the teasing look she sends him. She offers me her hand and I shake, wishing again that I had my make up with me. I must look as white as a polar bear to these people.

"Paul has filled me in," she tells me with a sideways glance to Jacob that looks mildly disapproving.

"Yeah… wolf thing, I know," I chuckle nervously. When I look at Paul I notice that he's glaring past my shoulder. A look, and I see that it's William he's scowling at. Paul's hands which clasped over Rachel's stomach start to shake and quick as a flash she turns and whispers something into his ear that is obviously not for anyone else to hear. Jacob just rolls his eyes, takes my hand and pulls me towards the rest of the group. William gives Paul a wide birth, following close behind.

"Same old Paul," I hear Jake mutter darkly.

"Let's keep the introductions quick, Jake," Sam prompts as soon as we're in earshot. Usually I'm quite confident in crowds, but even I start to blush a little under the gaze of so many eyes. I try to hold my chin high and a proud smile starts to grow on my face as Jacob coils his arm around me, helping me stand tall.

"Starting at the left," he begins and then begins to point and reel off names quicker than I can ever hope to remember. "Emily, Sam, Jared, Kim, Claire, Quil, Embry, Seth, Leah, Collin, Brady." Yeah, I'm never going to remember all of those names. The woman next to Seth with the short hair, taller than the rest of the girls, looks at me more closely than the others as Jacob and I find somewhere to sit near to Emily and Sam. I notice Seth elbow her gently in the ribs, and if my lip reading can be trusted, I'm sure he just told her to cut it out. It's only when they look at each other that I suddenly notice the resemblance. So Seth has a sister. I wonder if she too shares in Seth's hero worship of Jacob. The thought makes my stomach tighten in a pang of irrational jealousy.

As William approaches the pack circle all eyes fall on him and several noses start to wrinkle once more as they catch the scent of something unnatural to them.

"What is that smell?" The one named Jared asks, obviously somewhat lacking in the art of subtlety.

"Told you," quips Quil quietly as Paul and Rachel rejoin us.

"Enough," Sam silences with a raise of his hand. "You all know what was said yesterday." Several heads nod in agreement, eyes flickering between William and Sam. "So let's hear the rest." William shrugs weakly, looking to the floor.

"I don't know what else to tell you…" he says meekly.

"You said they use silver bullets," the tallest of the pack speaks up, small eyes, lean face. "What else, are they human? Any other special skills we should know about?"

"That's if we should even let him stay here," Paul speaks up, his tone confrontational, eyes staring accusingly at Will, "He's a danger to everyone if he gets out. We should make him leave."

"I agree," Jared pipes up, and the woman next to him nods her head enthusiastically.

"Let him speak!" Sam interjects once more, voice becoming louder, domineering. William uncurls himself from his almost fetal sitting position and draws in a breath to talk.

"Yes, they're human," he rasps, "And yes, they use lots of silver. They're real purists." He rolls his eyes, his voice taking on that once more disdainful tone, "Either that or they go straight for the heart or brain." I notice Claire's nose wrinkle in disgust.

"And what is it you want us to do?" Seth's sister asks. Her voice is a little nasal, and cutting.

"Kill them!" William exclaims, and it's the first time I hear him speak with any kind of enthusiasm at all, the first time he's smiled and looks like he really means it, even if it does look somewhat unsettling.

"We don't kill," Jacob pipes up next to me, "We're not that kind of monster." I glance at him. He's smouldering next to me, his jaw tight, eyebrows frowning low over his eyes. I don't think I've ever seen him look quite so sexy. He never takes his eyes off William, but a gentle squeeze of my hand lets me know that he's seen me watching. I can't help the little smile that tugs on the corners of my lips.

"Then protect me, at least," William implores. Once again, in his time of need, it's my eyes he's looking at. However, in this large a forum I don't feel confident enough to open my mouth, no matter how much I sympathise with his plight.

"Protection is our game," Seth comments. This time it's his sister that elbows him in the ribs. "Ouch!" Sam, however, nods.

"Protection we can offer." Several faces around the circle don't look very happy about that statement, but all heads nod, reluctantly albeit. "We'll worry about these hunters if and when they appear."

"They will," William pipes up, then seems to think the better of it and looks at the floor again, returning his fingernails to his mouth.

"Jake, can William continue to stay with you?" Jacob nods, but the slight increase in his grip on my hand says otherwise. Granted, Will doesn't exactly come across as the most pleasant house guest. He certainly isn't dripping with charisma or charm, anyway. "The rest of you… I'd like if you could stay close for the time being. If the order does show its face, we might need the numbers quickly." More nods, then everyone falls quiet. I can hear a bird in the trees somewhere, singing out cheerily. What does that bird know of werewolves and hunters I wonder? I bet I'd sing that innocently too, I was so oblivious. Finally, Emily rises from her seat next to Sam, all smiles.

"So who'd like breakfast?" The pack howls and hoots with enthusiasm and soon I'm being practically dragged into Emily's small kitchen by a drooling Jacob who seems determined to get there before anyone else in the circle. I think Emily may have her work cut out for her.