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This story is Jakeward. Or is it Edcob? Well, whatever it is, it's Edward/Jake.

PLEASE READ: Okay, so I was browsing through someone's favorites one day and saw a Ed/Jake fic. I clicked on it and it was really good! So I decided to give it a try :P Now, I have this posted on deviantART as well, but I think I'm going to make the two versions different. I was thinking of making this mpreg and that one non-mpreg. What do you guys think? Please tell me XD And this is right after (and I mean RIGHT after) Jacob...er...changed. I like short Jake with long hair, sue me XD

I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS

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Jacob POV

I let out an irritated sigh as he walked over to Sam's house. They, as in, all of the La Push wolves and the elders, had invited the leeches to OUR reservation to discuss the treaty. I, thankfully (or unthankfully?) had just "discovered my roots," as Dad liked to call it and could therefore go to the stupid meeting. Yay. I was really curious to find out what we were going to change about the treaty, though. I mean, wouldn't we meet them on the boarder of the reservation? Bah. Whatever.

"Heeeeey, Jake!" Embry shouted, grinning. "Nice to see ya, kiddo!" He pulled me into a noogie, making my ponytail fall out.

"Embry," I whined, grabbing the rubber band off the floor. "Don't call me that! I'm only a few months younger than you!"

Embry grinned, looking down at me. He had his first phase around two months ago and was gigantic compared to me—a slightly scary 6'1". I was barely 5'5". Then again, my fever had only broken two days ago, and I had phased for the very first time last night. Still, after everyone else's fevers had broken, they had shot up at least three to six inches, even Leah! Gah, I only grew an inch! Man, you'd think if I was supposed to be alpha, I would've grown more. Alphas are supposed to be intimidating, I thought, flopping down on a ragged sofa next to Quil.

He grinned happily at me. "When ya gonna chop off your hair, Jake?" he asked, tugging on my shiny black hair. It was easily past shoulder-length. I shrugged and tied it back up. Almost all of the Quileutes that phased had cropped hair now, except for me and Leah.

"'M not sure," I grumbled, tying it back up. "Sometime." Quil snorted and started talking to Embry, who had just sat down on the other side of me. I groaned a bit. Quil was almost as tall as Embry, and between them, I was squished. Quil laughed cheerfully and slung his left, muscular arm around my shoulders. I didn't really care—he had already imprinted on Emily's little niece, Claire, so I didn't have to worry about him putting the moves on me. I smiled at Emily when she out an enormous bowl of chips on the rickety coffee table in front of us, Embry and Quil immediately digging into it.

"Sam didn't have you leave?" I asked the beautiful girl. She snorted, grinning, stretching the scars on her face.

"Nah. I told him if he made me leave for just one stupid meeting, I wouldn't cook for you guys for the rest of the year," she told me, smug. I laughed and let out a low whistle.

"You have him whipped!" I laughed, and she laughed along too.

"Yep, but don't tell him that!" she smirked, and walked back into the kitchen. At that time, Leah and Seth came in through the front door. Seth grinned and took a seat by the couch, but Leah remained standing. I asked her why.

"We're going to meet outside," she retorted. "There's no need to get comfy. There's barely enough room in here for all of us, let alone those leeches and the elders." I rolled my eyes and turned to take a handful of chips, but I noticed they were gone. The two males on either side of me noticed my irritated expression and laughed.

"Sorry, Jakey-poo," Quil cooed, and he and Embry laughed.

"Assholes," I grumbled and got up. They both followed my lead and went outside, Leah and Seth following. Jared, Paul, and Sam, along with the elders were already outside. We walked off the porch and automatically stood next to Sam. I stood just to the right and behind of him, one, because I would've been the alpha if I hadn't forfeited to him, making me almost automatically beta, and two, because I couldn't see if I stood behind everyone else. The four village elders stood a little to the right to us.

"Any time now," Sam mumbled to us after waiting a few minutes. "Remember what I told you…" Oh yeah, Sam had told us about these weird abilities some of the bloodsuckers had. One could read minds, one could read feelings (whatever that meant), and another one could read the future or something.

"Hello," said a calm, welcoming voice. I immediately jumped, looking over at where the voice came from. A nice-looking man had spoken, and I recognized him as Dr. Carlisle Cullen. He…wasn't too bad, I guess. He fixed up a broken arm I got one time from falling out of a tree. Dad was reluctant to take me to him, but since there was no medical care on the reservation, he had to. I looked around at the other vampires. Bleh, they all smelled too sweet.

There were three girls and three boys, excluding Dr. Cullen. They were all beautiful, of course. The oldest-looking female had a sort of motherly air to her and had pretty caramel hair. Another, who looked just a few years older than me, was blonde and tall, like the super model kind of person. She looked a bit like…a snob. The last girl was really short, and I mean really. No more than five feet, I'd have to say. She looked kind of mischievous. I then looked to the guys.

The tallest one was huge, like Quil. Hell, maybe even more than Quil! He was pretty intimidating. The next one was tall and muscular, but lean, with honey-blonde hair. He looked almost as if he were in pain. I froze when I saw the last one. He was tall too, maybe a little taller than 6", but muscular and lean, like the rest of them. He had bronze, wind-tousled hair, with gold eyes (they all had gold eyes and it was rather unnerving). This weird feeling…emotion…thing just kind of swept through me when I saw him. It felt really weird, like when I saw my family or my friends, but deeper. My eyes widened when I realized what had happened.

Oh no.

Oh hell no.

Oh mother fucking hell no!

I didn't, did I? I looked at him again and I felt all weird. I just fucking imprinted on a vampire!

Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit— The bronze-haired one looked at me, an eyebrow raised at all of my internal cussing. I felt myself go red in embarrassment. Oh, fuck, this must've been the one that could read minds! Please, get out of my head! I thought desperately. He gave me a calculating look before barely inclining his head and looking at Sam, like the rest of his family was. Oh fuck, Sam was going to have a cow when I told him!

"Hello," Sam replied, slightly tensed. "Welcome to La Push. I hope you know why we invited you here."

Carlisle nodded. "To discuss the terms of the treaty, yes." He then looked curious. "What is it that your tribe wishes to change?" Sam glanced over at the chief, who nodded.

"Due to some…issues, me and the tribal elders now deem that it is fine any of your coven may come into our territory," Sam said tersely. All of us wolves gaped at Sam, some of us saying words of protest. What?! We never discussed this! I silently fumed. He turned around and glared at us. "My word is law," he growled, and all of us instantly shut up. None of us would argue with the alpha and risk pissing him off. A few of the vampires frowned at Sam's slight harshness, but I just waved his royal pissyness off.

"Really?" the doctor asked, intrigued. "What issues, if I may ask?"

"Some tracks have been discovered by Leah," he grumbled, crossing his burly arms across his chest. "No more than five, but no less than two." He then put an arm around my shoulders in a brotherly way, like Quil had earlier. "That's why Jacob here turned into a wolf. Because of even more vampires around here, my pack is growing, and more lives are being destroyed," he said, voice turning faintly upset. I looked down, blushing as the cold ones turned their penetrating gazes on me. "He is the youngest yet—he started his change right before his fifteenth birthday, and it ended about a week or two after. Just the other day, actually." He sighed, ruffling my hair a bit.

"We would appreciate it if you did accept, cold one," the chief spoke up in his old, wizened voice. He and Carlisle then began to engage in a long, drawn out conversation. I decided that it was now or never.

"Sam," I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. I tugged on his sleeve. "Please, Sam, I need to talk to you right now in private. It's urgent." He raised a dark eyebrow but nodded. The younger Cullens looked at us curiously.

"We can go upstairs. I don't think that they can hear you there," he muttered back. I nodded and followed him back into his and Emily's house and up the stairs into the spare bedroom. It wasn't much—there was a mattress on the floor with a small TV on a crate with clothes strewn all over the room. "What is it?" he asked impatiently.

"I…" Oh god, I couldn't say it.

"Spit it out," he growled, and I winced. It wasn't a suggestion, but an order, and I had to follow it.

"I—I think I imprinted on one of them!" I gushed, looking down. "I'm so sorry, Sam, I just looked at him and it just happened…"

"Oh, Christ, Jake," he groaned. "I know you can't control it, but a leech? And a guy at that?!" He sighed. "Look, I'm not mad or anything," he mumbled, and I looked up. "Well, much."

"Really?" I asked, hopeful.

He sighed again. "Yeah, I suppose not, but it's just going to be very hard. I mean, it just goes against our culture and theirs as well." He stopped when he spotted my crestfallen expression. "But we'll try," he added. "I mean, I can't imagine a life with Emily…Anyways, which one was it?" the alpha asked.

"Um…the bronze-haired one," I said awkwardly, blushing as I thought of him. "I'm pretty sure he's the one who can read minds, too."

"Great," Sam grumbled. "Fantastic. Well, I suppose we ought to tell them, huh? And then we'll have to break it to Billy and the elders sometime…"

"Er, y-yeah, I guess," I stammered. Sam snorted and we both went outside. Everyone glanced at us curiously, but Sam just glared at the members of our pack and they stopped looking at us. However, the vampires still were, but the elders left. I gulped. Good. That would've been a fiasco.

"Dr. Cullen—"

"Please, just call me Carlisle. That just makes me sound old."

"…Right. Carlisle, are you aware of imprinting?" Sam asked and I instantly grew insanely nervous.

"Well, I'm aware of it, but not the specifics," Carlisle replied, confused but intrigued looking.

"Well, when we imprint, it's like having a soul mate, and you can only imprint after you phase. We'll always yearn for that one person. One imprints upon finding their intended. Their true, destined mate, in other words," Sam explained. "Imprinting is uncontrolled and happens as soon as the werewolf sees their intended. If they cannot be with the one they imprint on, they usually become horribly depressed and pained, and maybe a year after being denied of their mate, they usually kill themselves." I paled a little. I wasn't aware of that fact.

"This is very interesting," Carlisle commented, "but is there some reason why you're telling me this?"

Sam ignored his question. "The one who can read minds—which one of your coven can do that?" he asked flatly.

"I can," the bronze-haired male said coolly. He had a gorgeous voice, but I didn't dare dwell on that that in fear that he would hear it.

"Yes," Carlisle confirmed. "Edward here has the unique ability of reading minds."

"Ah. Well." Sam looked a little uncomfortable. "I'm not really sure how to tell you this, but, well…" He took a deep breath. "One of my pack has unintentionally imprinted on your son, Edward." There was a moment of stunned silence. Oh god, I could feel my face heat up like no other. I swear it had to heat up at least ten degrees.

Carlisle blinked and the other vampires looked at each other in surprise. The really big one thumped Edward on the back, almost…congratulating him?! I could hear the rest of the pack behind me asking who it was. "Hm. That is rather…unexpected," he hummed. I gaped. How could he be so calm?! "Who is it, pray tell?"

"Ah, well, it's little Jacob here," he said, putting an arm around me again. I think he knew I felt like passing out from the embarrassment when everyone stared at me again.

"I—I'm sorry," I stuttered, face burning. "I didn't mean to, really! It was one of those 'destined mate' crap things!" Oh god, I didn't care if I sounded like a girl, but I felt like crying right then and there. Jesus, I think I might hyperventilate!

"Ohhh, you poor dear!" the motherly one cried out and ran over to me. Sam, shocked, pulled his arm away from me as she hugged me to death. She was freezing! "It's okay, honey, we aren't going to hurt you!" I flushed even more when I heard some of my pack mates sniggering. "Really, welcome to the family. I'm Esme," she said, pulling away from me and smiling.

"Thanks," I mumbled. I looked over her shoulder as I heard footsteps. The Cullen coven had moved right in front of us. Edward was right in the front next to Carlisle. Esme giggled and backed away to her Carlisle, Edward walking forward. I suddenly grew nervous again. Oh god, is he going to reject it? I think I might die if he does—

"Don't worry, you won't die," he said warmly, but his face was a bit dark when hearing my thoughts. "I'm willing to give it a try."

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Of course." He then held his pale hand out. "Edward Cullen, charmed."

I grinned and accepted the hand. "Jacob Black, it's nice to meet you."

Edward smirked, looking undeniably hot. "Trust me, the pleasure is all mine."

And then we shook.

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