My first story so lets see how this goes. I do not own any of the twilight characters or the story itself, however any character I do add into it is mine. This is purely fan based and I hope you enjoy. :)

Blood Ties

The drive had been long, boring, excruciating and pretty much anything else negative to describe an uneventful road trip with your parents. See, road trips aren't bad, especially if that's what the whole point is. To tour the states, sight see along the way, and buy cheap souvenirs from the places that you've been and show them to people that seriously don't care that it was fun. Going on a road trip to get in touch with heritage you didn't know nor cared to know about is and entirely different story.

I'm adopted, my birth parents are from this small Indian reserve with about three hundred inhabitants in it. They had given me away and I was placed for adoption, then quickly adopted by two people from Virginia. While it was obvious I was not their biological child I never asked and when I got older I didn't care to ask. Now that I was here in this damp, green, and cold place I hated it even more. Did it ever occur to anyone that maybe my birth parents were trying to save me?

"I just think it would be good for you to get in touch with who you are." Mom had said, her blue eyes glimmering with hope. But I was in touch with who I was, and I liked it just fine, of course I didn't say this. You don't argue with mom...ever, you won't win. Nor would you ever come close to winning. Standing outside our new house I stuffed my hands in my pocket.

"So, when does our stuff get here?" I grumbled, joints stiff and butt aching from the long drive. I needed my things, not just my stereo or all my sketchbooks with random doodles, but my sheets, and my pillows, and that stupid light that didn't always turn on even though I had just put a fresh bulb in. Those were the things I wanted, things from home.

"It should arrive by tomorrow, no later than two in the afternoon." Just as Dad finished his sentence an old looking truck pulled into the driveway, crunching the ground underneath. A man with raven hair and eyes peered out from the passenger side, a black cowboy hat tipped forward concealing his russet features. A larger more muscular boy sat in the drivers seat. He had a friendly puppy look about him and as he smiled happily waving his muscular arm, Mom and Dad waved just as enthusiastically back.

The boy tugged on a wheelchair, setting it down on the ground before helping the older man into it.

"Good morning, I'm Billy Black, and this is my son, Jacob." Jacob was a handsome boy, his abs visible through his shirt. His hair was spiky, making him look adorable. I'd pinch his cheeks if that weren't a total invasion of privacy and just downright creepy.

"Hello and good morning!" My mom piped happily, always the social butterfly she was. "I'm Diana Fischer and this is my husband Phil and our daughter Amanda." Billy nodded and grinned the same toothy grin his son had.

"It's a small town and word got out quick that you were coming." Billy said, looking at me with interest. "Since I live not too far off I volunteered to show you all around and make you feel welcomed." He shuffled through some papers in a folder and plucked them out.

"Also, I have the records of Amanda's birth...relatives." Billy trailed off not sure if calling my birth 'parents' by that title would offend, it didn't. It had been mom and dad's idea to track down the people anyway.

"Oh how wonderful!" Mom clasped her hands together, eyes shining with a lot of excitement. "Do they still live on the reservation?" Jacob had inched his way over to me, poking me in the shoulder.

"There's a beach not far off that we can walk to, want to go?" I nodded and grabbed my backpack, "Yeah sure." I needed to get away from this conversation. I was glad that Jacob had recognized my discomfort.

We walked for about five minutes, heading down a tiny dirt path that led suddenly onto the beach. The water splashed along the sides as the wind nipped at my ears and nose. We talked mostly about our interests and school and unimportant things like TV shows and celebrities. I liked Jacob, he was very easy to talk to and get along with. I felt if I had never been adopted I probably would have fit right in. "I know it's probably different than what you're used to, but it's really nice here," Jacob said quickly looking sheepish, "And the people are friendly."

I blushed a little, not because he was reassuring me but because this was his home and he wanted it to be recognized for what it was. It was...cute.

"It's more of why I'm here that bothers me." I explained how one day Mom and Dad got the idea that I should learn about my heritage and about where I came from and who my birth parents were. But in truth I was content not ever knowing. Mom and Dad were my parents no matter what and their heritage was mine too. I loved them and never wondered why my real parents had not wanted me because Diana and Phil did. I was raised in Virginia and that's all I knew and wanted.

"And so that's why I'm here, to find people that didn't want me and to learn what I am." Jacob stared at me for a long while before he finally said,

"I saw your file. I wasn't trying to or anything, it was just out there in the open. You have a brother named Sam Uley. I know him, you can meet him if you want." It stunned me at first, it never occurred to me that I may or may not have any siblings. Mom was sterile so that's why they adopted. Now that the information was laid out to me I had to admit that I was a little curious. But I was filled with doubt and Jacob quickly answered my lingering question. "He's older by a few years."

"He doesn't know yet, because he'd want to meet you. Family is everything here you know? And I didn't know if you'd want that." I was happy that he thought of this, I definitely wasn't ready to meet anyone, especially not my blood brother.

"Do we have the same parents?" Jacob nodded, "Same mother and same father. Your father...or Joshua Uley isn't involved at all. Just Sam's mom or...your...Allison." I wanted to laugh at how tongue tied he was on addressing the subject at matter but I didn't, he was putting in a great deal of effort.

"Allison had to have been pregnant with you around the time Joshua left. Nobody knew either that you ever existed, not even Sam and he was old enough to understand his mom's stomach was a balloon. Only select people know who your mother is. And even now we're just finding out because your mom and dad called with your documents asking about it. So the elders are trying to keep it hushed. Giving away a blood relative to non-relatives is kind of a no-no."

This was understandable, natives were very close nit and tried to keep close ties to their blood kin. But I didn't like the prospect of drama being started up. "Your dad said earlier that people had known about us coming but nobody knows the back story?" Jacob kicked at some rocks his face thoughtful. "It's really complicated. Everyone knows you're here, that couldn't be secret. The fact that you're related to people here is also no secret, this has to be possible for you to even live here. And people are wondering who you are and who gave you away. It's the big talk around here, and not too many people are happy about it. Everyone wants to know who you're related to." Jacob paused and we stopped walking, he studied my face before saying sternly,

"And I don't have to guess hard who your parents are or that Sam is your brother. You share a lot of resemblance...except you're more feminine and prettier than Sam is." That last part felt so intimate that I forgot all my troubling thoughts and blushed. I guffawed stupidly, trying to hide my embarrassment...poorly. Jacob laughed with me and we left the dark topic alone.

That night we ate on the floor, Mom eyeing me cautiously. Billy must have filled her in on the Native ways and judging by the look on her face must have realized that it wasn't as simple as "Hi I'm your daughter." It was an insult to give your children away to non-natives. And there was no avoiding drama.

"I'm sorry Amanda, I didn't realize it would be so complicated." She sighed, wringing the hem of her shirt. I felt bad too, not for me but for her. She had wanted this to be a nice experience for me and it came back on her. Dad patted her shoulder affectionately. Despite the fact I wanted to avoid conflict and maybe my birth relatives altogether I wanted to try for Mom and not make her feel like giving up everything so that I could get in touch with my kin had been a waste of time. So I had to try, for her and Dad. "It's okay mom, it'll sort itself out. Legally I'm still yours." She hugged me in a tight rib crushing grip that left me sore. Dad snorted something about womanly emotions being out of control, earning a smack to the face with a cheesy tortilla.

The next day was a pain, all of our furniture had arrived and we went through the hassle of sorting boxes, moving them to their respective areas and making sure nothing was broken. If they were, tediously recording it so that the moving company reimbursed us. Nothing of mine was broken but Mom's china set that had been passed through her family for generations had been a robust set of two hundred items and had been dwindled to about less than half. She stood outside screaming like a banshee, waving her arms wildly and cussing. She was causing such a scene that people had come to stop and stare. The worst part was that she gave the poor mover the finger and told him to kiss her pale white ass. Dad was no doubt hiding in the other room trying to avoid his angry wife's fury.

"Your mom can rant." Behind me Jacob had appeared with two cups of some steamy delicious looking drink. "Hot chocolate, do you want some?" Boy did I, it was freaking cold out here. We sat down in the lawn chairs watching mom tell the much bigger guy to fuck off, casually sipping our cocoa. "This is awesome. Did you make this?" I mumbled, slurping the chocolatey goodness. He was beaming, "Yeah." I grinned at him then, hot bod, super cute, easy to talk to, and makes amazing cocoa? He just might be my dream guy. "Seriously?!" He snorted at me looking amused that I had entertained myself with the idea. "Heck no, I bought it at the cafe." Okay, so maybe he didn't make the hot chocolate, but at least he had a sense of humor.

Slapping his arm playfully I was content on watching Dad get chewed, "It was a really special set. Passed down from her family." I said her family because while it was a well known and accepted fact that Diana could not have kids, it was not entirely accepted that she didn't adopt a blonde haired blue eyed kid that would fit in with the family. I was accepted by some and than shunned by others. It depended on which of her relatives we talked about. In this case it was Diana's mom, Bethany. While Bethany was my grandmother she was one racist bitch. Apparently she'd thrown a huge fit about me being a dirty savage and not a perfect white kid. From what Dad said, mother and daughter had a huge brawl in the family home and police were on the scene for an hour trying to settle the dispute. About three years ago we had heard Bethany died, Mom did a jig in the yard and said 'PRAISE THE LORD!'.

"So, I was wondering, if you wanted to meet Sam at all? He's a really good guy. And you'd love his fiance Emily." Truth was I hadn't really thought about that at all. I had been so busy that I forgot. But I thought that if I wanted to make Mom happy then it was a place to start. "Yeah, I think I will." Jacob's face lit up like a christmas tree and he was up and pulling me out of my chair before I even knew what was going on.

He practically tossed me into his truck and buckled me in carefully, then we were speeding out of the driveway and down the road.