I'm back to the Blackwater again, trying to get over my writer's block with Check Mate and Sweet Taste of Strange (I may give that one up altogether). Then this fic was born, I hope you enjoy.

A/N this story is set in the beginning of Breaking Dawn during Jacob's run for the border

You ought to be thankful for the little things

But Little Things are all you to seem to give

-"What Have You Done For Me Lately", Janet Jackson

Chapter One: What Has She Done For You Lately

Why did things always seem to go wrong for Jacob Black? He wasn't a bad kid, he made okay grades when he actually went to school, he protected his tribe regularly from bloodsuckers, he did his chores, he took care of his dad, and he saved the girl he loved from the brink of death. And for what? To be graciously invited to the ceremonial union of the woman he risked everything for and the man who was the center of her universe, the one who always came before him, her, and anyone close to her. What was next? Instead of Charlie, why doesn't she just ask him to give her away?

Jacob growled in disgust thinking of everything he had done for Bella, the more disgusting fact was even below all of the pain she had caused him; he still adored her. He still wanted to hold the small pale hand that she used to slap him and caress Edward. He still wanted to kiss the pink lips that told him that he would always play a secondary role to her beloved leech. He still loved the scent of strawberries that lingered in her hair and wrapped around him when she turned away from him.

He quietly ran through the forest of Canada, the beautiful backdrop of the wild were a blur of green in his eyes. His mind still was on the object of his affection and the menace of his pain: Isabella Swan. Maybe he should go to the wedding, after all, he did need to go home sometime where he knew his father was worried sick, his pack was getting more and more persistent with their plea for him to come home, and most of all Bella did want him to come. Would it be so bad? After all, he could help her treasure some normalcy in her world, maybe after seeing him he could change her mind, if not about him but about her choosing to stay human. Stay and live a normal life, she was the only one who really had a choice, she got to have a childhood, she had the choice of having a regular experience of being a teenager, she could grow and go, the world was hers….so why on Earth would she throw it away?

Yeah maybe he would show up, it might be his last chance. He had to show her that she did indeed have a choice, she had a way out, and she could have him—

Are you fucking serious? A female voice invaded his private thoughts rudely. He growled nobody in the pack wanted to bother him today; no one is to talk to him when he was thinking about his Bella. So who in the hell did Leah fucking Clearwater think she is?

Go away Leah, Jacob snapped at the annoying female wolf. Leah Clearwater was the absolutely last person he wanted to hear his inner pain of heartbreak. One thing that Leah loved to do was intensify pain, and he already had a healthy helping of steaming pain on his plate.

Nah, she said confidently. Jacob let out a huff as he kept running through the forest, trying his best to focus on the dirt beneath his paws and the cold hair that stroked his fur, anything but what was in his heart. Sam may be okay with you moping around smoking hash in Canada and thinking about that pale bitch, but I can't take anymore! Her lean body kept running through her patrols as she spoke, sniffing the air for a bloodsucker desperately. She was in the mood for a fight, great, fucking fantastic.

Feels bad doesn't it. Jacob spat back venomously, smirking internally as the she wolf growled in response as he revisited Leah's painful thoughts and pining after her ex and Alpha Sam. He knew he should've felt bad for reopening that can of worms, but she was asking for it. Leah was always asking for it, she didn't have a filter and she could cut you with her words without a care in the world.

Oh excuse me dear Jacob, I didn't know my mourning of a 15 year relationship puts a damper on your…what epic yearlong unrequited love? Jacob dug his claws in the ground and growled he looked stupid for the fact that his opponent was thousands of miles south of the border with an undeniable smirk resting on her gray clad face.

You don't know shit Leah. Jacob immediately regretted his outburst as he was assaulted with images of Leah and Sam. He looked at how happy they were, the smile on Leah's face was so natural and he faintly remembered how it could've lit the world in the morning it was so bright, he saw Sam; young and relaxed with his arm around Leah. He looked at images: the first time Sam fell off the monkey bars and Leah helped him up when others laughed. How he comforted her when her aunt hurt her feelings saying that Seth was such a good kid and she should learn, and their first middle school dance when Leah's date Andrew left her to dance with a girl she was sure he had a crush on, Sam was there. He saw their high school years; from the first time a very nervous Sam asked her out, to their first kiss, to their first I love you. He tried to look away when the images of Leah giving herself to Sam appeared in his mind, her naked body laid out just for Sam as they promised that they would be each other's last. The pain on Sam's mother's face when Sam up and left for weeks, that one stung Jacob deep knowing that his own father was probably sitting in his wheelchair with the same expression on his face waiting at the door.

The pain of betrayal and inadequacy felt like he had twenty tons of weight on him when he saw the next image. Sam with his arm draped over Leah like always seem to be, then how he dropped it to shake Emily's hand and he held it longer than appropriate with the look in his eyes that even with the 15 years of images that Leah had shared, he'd never seen on Sam's face.

The rest of the images felt strangely familiar to him. When Sam broke Leah's heart by telling her he didn't feel it anymore, Leah's witness to Sam and Emily's relationship, the boiling hatred she had for Emily for taking the one thing she could call her own, their insistence that Leah remain in their lives in any way she could. And what they didn't know that she would, at the cost of her father's life she would remain in her own personal hell forever

Leah… Jacob's rage shifted from the small grey wolf to the fate's unfairness of how they treated them. For the first time since he was invited into the dark world of Leah Clearwater's mind he felt sorry for her. He now could understand what she felt, she was trapped and there wasn't a thing he, she, or anyone else could do about it.

Don't you dare Black. Don't you dare feel sorry for me. It happened…I'm just the casualty in their love story. It is what it is, she sighed. He gave me the best 15 years of my life; he gave me something I probably won't experience again. That Sam died when he became a wolf, well….he really died when he met Emily. He's just who she wants him to be and who the pack needs to be. I know he loved me, even as much of a son of a bi- even with him being who is I know it was real. But Jake…let me ask you something.

What is it Leah?

What did Bella….do for you? You know how Sam picked me up when I needed him to, you know how we used to be together… always encouraging each other to be better. That's why he had…has my heart… what did she do to make you do all of this?

Jacob stopped in his tracks. He really didn't know what Bella did for him, sure she helped him fix up the bikes, so she can promptly try to kill herself to hear Edward's voice, she did listen to him gripe and complain about the pack willingly and she even offered to take him away from Sam when he was scared.

You know…she's…. well you know. She always made me feel needed and stuff. And she didn't care about all the wolf stuff; she stuck it out with me when I was going through my phasing and…

She left you as soon as that leech came back, Leah said with disdain. But she wasn't lying; he hated the fact that he allowed it. She only came around when she was mad at him, or when she wanted to be normal. Sigh, she liked you because you could make her feel like… a good normal girl who had faults that you loved her for anyway. She knew that you'd always be there for her, that's why she keeps doing shit like this. She knows her power.

Since when are you the pack Dr. Phil?

I prefer Oprah thank you. Look Jacob, you have a chance to get some type of closure. That's heaps more than I got. And as much of an annoying whiny ass girl you can be, I'd hate to see you hit rock bottom.

Too late, Jacob chuckled bitterly. Sharing a tent with her boyfriend and her was already torture. Not to mention playing as their guard dog periodically outside of the tent, and what did he get of it: a pitying kiss that she hurriedly planted on him.

Jacob's thoughts were interrupted by an image of Leah sleeping in her room as a dark figure knocks on her window with urgency. Leah opened the window with every intention to kick the shit out of the invader who was foolish enough to knock on Leah's window. But much to his surprise and hers, it was a very passionate Sam at her window. Before Leah could even ball up her fist, Sam started to coo soft words of confession of love and how he still thought about her, wanted her, and needed her. He felt Leah's disgust for herself as she gave the imprinted wolf exactly what he "needed".

I'd kick his ass, Jacob boomed with furious rage surging through his body.

I can take of myself. Besides it was one time thing, I was weak alright! I just don't want Bella to…take advantage of you anymore. I can't take it anymore. Go to the fucking wedding and let her go, get out while you still have the choice.

Leah, we can still talk about-

No, we can't. You will not mention this to anyone especially not Sam, I promised I wouldn't tell anyone, Leah sighed.

You sure do promise him a lot…

Yeah well it's what the chains of loyalty will get ya, just do what you want man. And that was the last thing Leah said to him before phasing back into her human form.

Maybe Leah was right, maybe he did have a chance. He could be free and have what little life he was now allowed to have, but now it wasn't just his freedom he was worried about.

Continue or nah?

A/N. I think the Girl Scouts are the reincarnation of Satan. I worked so damn hard to get this weight off, and promised that 2016 would be the year I kept it all and here come these little heffas with their thin mints. After this fourth box and Quesorito from Taco bell I'm done I swear.