A/N: This is just a collection of what I think Jacob was feeling when he agreed to go and fight with the Cullen's and help in protecting Bella. I do not own the Twilight series.

For Her

Yes. I had agreed. I would never have never imagined myself as teaming up with a bunch of blood-sucking leeches but we had found a common ground – a common enemy, a common goal. And besides, it was for her. I'd have done anything for her and I think they all knew it. Hell, I joined up with them for her! And that's saying a lot.

Besides, this would be good for us. I'd help them and try – try – to be civil. For her. And then I'd help them fight, help them protect her and defend her. I'd risk my life for her and prove to her that I could be – that I was – worthy of her love. Her heart that she had given away last year to that…him! I'd show her. I'd show all of them.

He could never love her like I love her. He could never do the things I wished I could do to her – that I could do to her. He couldn't make her voice shake with one glance. He couldn't cause her eyes to sparkle by just walking into the same room with her. He couldn't heal her the way I could heal her. In fact, I'd bet good money he'd be the only that would cause her the scars. If she chose him. But there was still no guarantee of that. She still had time. Time to change her mind. Time to make her decision. I would change her mind. I'd help her with her decision.

I know I hadn't been the best friend to her but I was there when he left her abandoned and broken. I sewed her back together when she was crumbling. I healed her. I was there for her when he wasn't. She still carries the scars on her heart of the wounds that I mended. Scars as deep as those just don't fade in a matter of time. They are permanent. A reminder of the friendship we shared, the laughter, the fun.

She never has fun with him. It isn't about what she wants to do. It never is. It's always what he wants to do, what he thinks she should do. He controls her and manipulates her and she hasn't the slightest idea. I would never treat her the way he treats her. I'd stand beside her. I would protective. I would love her. I would take care of her. And I would never, ever own her. She would never be "mine." She is nobody's. She is free.

Or at least she was before he came back. Now she is once again wrapped around him, caught in the web he has sewn for her. She forgave him so…easily it was sickening. She doesn't even seem to care any more that he left her. That he chose against her. She sees his abandonment as an act of love, an act of sacrifice that he made to save her, to protect her. So because he wanted to protect her he left her alone? Leeches brains aren't very developed, are they?

I was the one that found her! I was the one that took care of her! I am the one that would give her the world, the moon, the stars, the sun if she asked for it! What can he give her but a forever of unhappiness. Imagine, living forever, watching the ones you love die and generations pass and pass. Those things don't matter I suppose to her. She never even thinks about it. She only thinks of him. He's all that matters. Not friends, not family just…him.

If she chose me, we could all be a family – her and me and Charlie and my dad. We'd have family meals and our dads can watch the kids run around out by the water. We could sit out under our tree and talk for hours, just the two of us. No bloodsuckers and no monsters. Just happiness. Peace.

What I would give to have her as my wife! To have this life that I have so often and so painfully dreamed of for so long! But she is with him now, never leaving his side. So I'll go to battle and fight to defend her, fight to protect her, fight to prove myself to her. I don't care if I die a painful and horrible death just as long as I die fighting for her. Nothing else matters! Nothing else can matter! She is my world and I would die for her in a heartbeat!