Hello guys!

I've been a busy girl today, writing a new Edward story, updating "Smack Bam" and starting "When I found her". This is Jared's perspective of "Smack Bam", but "When I found her" will probably start a bit earlier, to when Jared first phases, and doesn't know Kim.

I hope you like it.

I don't own anything.

Chapter 1: What the hell did I do to deserve this?

Oh my god! I hated school so much. The teachers were boring, all the girls there were ex-girlfriends or nerds, and they gave us so much work to do. I didn't understand how people could like school. It was just another way to torture us. Seriously, the only good thing about it was my mates. They were cool. That was about it.

I got home from school as fast as I could, having packed up half-way through the lesson to get out the door first. I bust into the kitchen, ravenous. It was wierd. I had started eating a lot recently, and I had a major growth spurt. I was sure I'd finished growing, as I was already six foot one, but I had grown around a whole foot taller. It was freaky. That, and the fact I looked like I'd been working out at the gym. I didn't mind that, as the girls looked at me more now. Not that they didn't before, but now I got more stares.

I grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl, and munched it down. Then I had another one. And another one.

My mum walked in.

"Jared, slow down with the apples. You'll ruin your appetite for dinner, or maybe not, considering how much you're eating currently" she remarked.

"Mmmm" I agreed, through a mouthful of apple.

"Right" she said slowly. "How about you go do some homework, or something?" She asked. "Oh," she said. "And, Jared... I wanted to talk to you about your grades. The school has been noticing the drop recently. What happened? You were always such a bright little boy. Was it Paul? I bet it was Paul, distracting you again. Jared, I don't..." I cut her off.

"Mother," I growled angrily. I swear, I was almost shaking with anger at her evaluation of my friends. "Paul has nothing to do with this. Why don't you mind your own business for once? Paul is a good friend. You just..." that was when it happened.

I could feel my form blurring, and I couldn't control it. My skin was stretching, my bones were stretching. Even my eyes were stretching. It was the single most painful thing I have ever felt in my life. I was being stretched, pulled in all directions, and I was so scared. There was not a single thing I could do about it. If that pain wasn't enough, I could feel needle-like hairs poking and growing out of my skin.

I fell to my knees, and was astonished to find that I was not on my hands and knees, but on...paws?

"What the hell happened?" I asked myself.

I was amazed to find that another voice belonging to someone else answered me.

"Don't be scared, Jared. It's alright. Check your mother. Is she okay? Just calm down" the voice in my head soothed.

I looked around. Everything was so...bright, and clear. I had been worried for a while that I was going to have to get glasses, but now, that had been sorted.

I found my mother, cowering in the corner of the room, shaking with sobs.

I went to ask her if she was alright, but my voice did not come out. There was nothing but a bark.

"A bark?" I asked myself.

"Yes, Jared." The voice from earlier replied. "Do you remember the stories from the elders, about the wolf protectors?" The voice asked.

"Sure but, I'm...I'm not...I'm not a werewolf, am I?"I asked.

"Yes, Jared. You are" it was confirmed for me then. I was officially nuts. I had hallucinations, and now there was a voice in my head.

"No, you are not crazy. I am Sam Uley, the first werewolf right now. I am alpha, and you are the second werewolf, my beta, so far. You must keep the secret of our existence, and carry on like nothing has happened." It was almost like a command. I felt the need to follow this command, for some reason. Luckily, I understood the terms "Alpha" and "Beta" because we had been studying the wolf species lately in school. Then I picked up on something. Sam Uley...? Not the one who broke Leah Clearwater's heart, then ran away with her cousin? Surely not? He couldn't be a werewolf...there was no way... Then it clicked into place. Emily had been in a bear attack a couple of years ago, and had gotten some pretty deep scars down her face.

"Was...was that you then, who hurt Emily?"I asked him, tentatively, because the whole reservation knew how terrible he felt about it.

"Yes," he replied. "It was me; it was because I was a monster that Emily has those scars. Just...please can we not talk about that?"

"Err...alright, then. Can I ask, why did you even go out with Emily in the first place?" I asked.

"Well, that was because of some very special magic that sometimes werewolves have. It's called imprinting. I think it's quite rare, but I'm the only one who can phase yet. Imprinting is where you find your soul mate, and you just...become whatever they need you to be. They are the world to you, and you need to do whatever it takes to make them happy. It's hard to see any girl's face except hers" he said, with a smile on his face, and I was shocked when I saw images of Emily enter my mind.

I had never really spoken to Emily before, or really even seen her, apart from the odd time in supermarkets or after she was attacked. She was really quite pretty, apart from the scars.

I heard Sam...growl, at that last thought.

"So," I said hurriedly. "Does that mean that maybe one day... I could imprint?" I asked.

I didn't really want to be tied down with a girl now, so I was just checking.

"Oh, and, why can I see pictures of Emily I've never seen before? And, why can I hear your voice, I'm not actually speaking right now. Does that mean we can hear each other's thoughts?" I asked. It would be pretty cool if we could.

"Well, as I said, I think imprinting is pretty rare, but, yes, maybe one day you could imprint. I suppose we must be reading each other's thoughts, but this whole "sharing werewolfdom" is new to me. So, I'm not really sure." He answered. "Hey, Jared? Why don't we see if you can phase back, I'm sure your mother is quite scared by now." He said.

Oh yeah, my mum! I'd forgotten all about her in the midst of our conversation.

"Err, sure, but...how?" I asked.

"Well, think of something that really calms you down. Oh, and, just a warning, but you'll be naked when you change, as your clothes were ripped when you phased" he said.

I thought hard to find something to calm me down enough. I finally settled on my mother's face, a memory from when I was around six, and she had been reading me a bedtime story. She had been really peaceful that day, for once, and not bothered so much about the death of my father previously that year. I think that was the day she really got over it, and she had been fine ever since.

I felt myself begin to shrink. It was a strange feeling, sort of like stretching after being asleep for hours. It felt good to be back in my own skin, but painful, and achy. Sam was right. I was naked.

I went to approach my mother, and then thought better of it, as I was unclothed, and it would probably freak her out more. I grabbed some clothes out my room, just a pair of boxers, and sprinted to my mother. I had noticed some changes as I was getting changed. One, I was loads more bulked up with muscles, even more so than this morning, and could probably beat a world famous wrestler to an arm wrestle. Two, my clothes had either shrunken, or I had grown. I thought it was the latter, considering my muscles. I was amazed that I could grow so quickly in about ten minutes. It was really weird. To be honest, I was worried that too many people would notice when I go back to school, and I wanted to keep the promise I made Sam. School! Urgh, I really didn't feel like school today. Or this week. Or ever, but I knew I would have to go back someday.

I sprinted as fast as I could into the kitchen, and was astonished when that took only a few milliseconds.

She was curled up in a ball, rocking herself gently, and sobbing.

"Mum" I said in a soft voice, "mum, are you Okay?" I asked. "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. I'm so sorry. Mum?"

She did not respond.

"I'm sorry for getting angry like that. So sorry, but I swear, I will not hurt you. I love you mum. Mum?"

"Jared" she said quietly, and slowly uncurled herself. "My sweet little boy. What happened to you?" she asked, but I don't think she was expecting a reply, so I didn't answer.

She pulled me down onto the floor with her, and hugged me, rocking us both together.

"I'm sorry, Jared. Maybe if I hadn't said anything about your friend. Maybe if I hadn't..."

"Don't worry, mum. It's not your fault. I Promise. It was always going to happen. Just like out of the Quileute legends the elders tell. I'm a protector, mum. I will keep our lands safe. I won't hurt anyone." I tried to reassure her. It seemed to work, because she picked us up of the floor, let go of me, and looked around the kitchen.

"Alright," she said. "I have accepted the fact that you are a protector. But, I do have a few rules if you are to go on protecting." She paused.

"One," she said, "You may not change inside the house. You have broken the oven, so now we need it replaced." I looked around the kitchen. I had, actually broken the oven, and the shelves, and the counter, and a whole lot of other things.

"Two," she continued, "I'm afraid; you can never see your friends again. If I had that reaction, and I am your family, then think about what reaction they will have if they find out your identity."

I hurt to agree to, but I decided it was best, as Sam told me not to tell anyone I was a wolf.

"Three," she said, "No more girls, Jared. I mean it. You are so warm now, for some reason. Scorching hot, so think what it will do to the poor girls." I chuckled a bit at this rule. I didn't mind too much. The only one I had difficulties with was the second rule. They were most of the reason why I went to school.

"Alright, mum" I agreed. "I think you are right. But, I do have a favour to ask? Can I stay off school for a while? Just until the stretch of werewolf wears off, because at the moment it hurts." I pleaded.

"Oh, my Jarrie! You never told me it hurted! Are you okay? I'll get you some painkillers." She said, and then went off to get some painkillers from the medicine cabinet, while I stood there in the kitchen, trying to get my head around what happened this afternoon.

I hope you guys like this story so far. This chapter is longest I've written so far.

I hope you like my Jared, and that it was believable enough. I've never changed into a werewolf myself, so I don't know how it feels.

Thanks for reading,

Lots of love,

Deany-Bob101