Warning&Disclaimer

I do not own Twilight.
This story contains SLASH, meaning boy love. Don't like? Don't read!

Summary

While on a family camping trip, Edward Cullen gets lost on a mountain and is rescued by a mysterious boy living alone on the mountain, the intriguing and damaged Jacob Black.

1

Oh.

Shit.

I'm lost.

And this is not the "I think I turned at the wrong corner" sort of lost.
This is the holy fuck I'm lost in the middle of nowhere with absolutely no method of contacting anyone lost.

And it's already getting dark.

Forget being manly, I'm freaking out. I'm starting to grow scared shitless.
At this point, all I can think of is how I'm either going to be mauled by a bear or die a slow painful death via starvation. For a moment, I wonder which would be a better death, but I quickly snap back to trying to figure out how the fuck I'm going to get back to my family.

I bet they're flipping the fuck out as well.

Oh fuck.

All these creepy forest sounds are really starting to creep me out. I would cry if I wasn't panicking so much.

THINK. EDWARD CULLEN.

I really should've watched more discovery channel or Bear Grylls or SOMETHING.

OK, maybe if I start walking downhill I'll eventually reach some sort of...town or any kind of civilization. That sounds like a good start.

I can hardly see anything. I'm probably going to -

FUCKKKKKK!

OF COURSE I'd fall down and roll down the hill JUST as I'm about to think it. Oh shit, my right leg is killing me. I'm afraid to touch it but it feels like I broke it or something equally severe. It's burning...and yes, that is definitely blood I'm feeling seeping through my jeans.

Now the bears are DEFINITELY going to smell me.

Is this is really how I'm going to die?

Immobile, stuck on a mountain...alone...with my family probably crying their eyes out at this point...at the young age of 17.

Why me. Seriously. Why me.

What have I done wrong in life? I donate all the time, I help others and I swear I try to be a decent human being...yet this happens.

I hear...footsteps.

Oh for the mother of all things holy, let it be a hiker and not some serial axe murderer...please someone help me...pleaseeeee

"Who are you?"

I hear a low voice, but I can't see anything because it's so damn dark now. Maybe I'm hearing things? I can feel the hair on the back of my neck standing up and a chill running down my spine.

"Um, hi, I'm Edward...I'm lost. Can you...help me?"

There is a moment of silence and for a second, I think that I was hearing things.

"...Are you hurt?"

THANK GOD. OK, a real person. That's a start.

"Yeah. Umm, I'm sorry I can't see you...could you...?"

The figure approaches me, and I can't help but hold my breath. All kinds of images run through my head, but I'm mostly expecting a burly, overgrown man all in hiking gear and big animal fur boots.

Fuck! I can almost feel him right in front of me, but I still can't see a DAMN THING. How is this guy seeing anything?

"Let me help you up...hold on tight."

That's all I hear before I feel strong arms lifting me up bridal-style. I don't even bother protesting to this embarrassing position...this man is going to save my life! I wrap my arms around his neck as I'm told and then I feel that the man is not wearing a shirt.

Oh balls, this is a shirtless man walking without any lights in a mountain forest. Am I hallucinating? What he fuck is going on...Maybe I'm dreaming?

"...It's too dangerous to get you out of the mountain at night time. I'll guide you in the morning."

His voice is so...so...reserved? monotone? I don't know what the word is but...it feels strange to my ears. He has a good low voice, but something about it makes my heart clench tightly against my chest.

"...OK...where are we going to stay till then?"

"At my place."

I MAY have misheard him.

"Your...place? But you said-"

"I live here."

"Here...as on this mountain? Around here?"

"...Yes."

For some reason, I feel like I've offended him, so I try to rationalize this in my head. So...he must be one of those guys who live alone on a mountain meditating or some shit like that. One of those, I hate people and society and technology so I'm going to be one with the nature sort of people. GOT IT.

"That's...nice...Um...I'm Edward."

"...Jacob."

How the hell do I keep THIS conversation going. Christ. Oh, right, with gratitude.

"Thank you very much for...saving me. I thought I was going to die back there..."

"...You're welcome..."

Correct me if I'm wrong, but boy, this guy sounds all timid all of a sudden. Now I'm really curious to see his face. I get the feeling he's not much of a talker so I remain quiet for the rest of the journey.

I have to say, I was quiet shocked to discover a tent-like home in the middle of nowhere. The tent was surrounded by trees...with a small fire glowing in front of what seems like the entrance. There is a rope tied between two trees nearby, with towels and clothes hanging on them. I also see books and notepads stacked to one side, under a sort of a canopy.

He really does live here...

When we get close enough to the fire, I look into his face.

Oh what the...

Instead of a burly mountain man, I see a boy around my age.

His pitch black eyes make contact with mine for a fleeting second before he places me gently on a log beside the fire and rushes into the tent...but that moment was enough to make me forget how to breathe for a sec. Something about his eyes made my heart ache, just as his voice had.

I stared as he came back out of the tent with blanket and a bag in his hand. I watched the short jet black hair covering his now bowed head, his russet-colored skin moving with his extremely tall and well-built figure.

Without a word, he hands me the blanket, which I take gratefully, since it was getting chilly.

He then kneels in front of me and opens the bag, surprisingly revealing a small first aid kit. Without a word, he brings his hands carefully to my right leg and judges the damage careful. I can't help but groan in pain as he presses his hands and fingers against the already pained leg. Every time I groan or hiss, he flinched, forcing me to man up and stay silent.

I almost pull my leg away in shock as he just rips the jeans, exposing my right leg, thigh down. How the HELL did he do that?

He carefully cleans the gash (I knew it!), wiping the blood off and equally carefully dresses the wound. Judging from how he's handling it, he must have had plenty of experience.

When he's done, he sort of bites his lower lip and examines his work briefly before placing all the contents back into the bag. He then stands up and walks away from me, towards the other side of the fire.

He sits across from me, still not making eye contact.

I saw the scars across his chest and arms and now on his back but decided not to ask.

"Thank you...Jacob...right?"

He nods as he adds more branches into the fire.

"How long have you...lived here? Do you live by yourself?"

He bites his lower lip and narrows his eyes and all of a sudden, i feel like such a dick for asking. I'm sure he has his personal reasons for living here...I quickly change the subject by expressing my gratitude once again. He nods slowly and begins to stare into the fire.

He couldn't be older than me. His body was lean, muscular and well-built, but his face still held boyish features.

"Jacob, look. Um...you saved my life and I want to express my gratitude somehow."

At this, he looks up for yet another fleeting moment before reverting his attention to the fire. I decide to just continue.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

He simply shakes his head. It's like he suddenly forgot how to speak.

"Will you at least let me do something for you? Please? I'm sure my parents wouldn't let my lifesaver go just like that!"

To my surprise, he snaps his head up to look at me with such pain in his eyes, I wonder again what I fucked up this time. Was it the parents? What about them? What do I say now? He seems to be deep in thought, his eyes out of focus, so I decide to just wait for him to say something. I see him shake his head and frown, and then a look of frustration overcomes his face, followed by the hurt expression again.

"Jacob?"

I call out carefully, and to my voice, he seems to snap out of his thoughts. He breaks eye contact again and stares at his feet. What was going on inside his head?

Oh frack. It's getting cold. I can't seem to stop my teeth from chattering. Jacob picks up on this and walks over to me. He sits at a distance away from me on the log, and judging from his expression, he has begun his internal turmoil/debate or whatever the hell was going on in that head of his.

Now my body is shaking. Oh it is COLD. Why the hell isn't he cold? He's topless!

Then he inches closer to me, his eyes staring deep into mine, as if he was trying to read into my very soul. He then looks...cautious, as if either I was going to hurt him or if I was made out of something fragile.

Before I can say anything, he's sitting right next to me, and I feel his body's warmth seeping into me. Why had I not noticed this before? He was so...warm...like a human radiator. Oh hell, right now I'm too cold to care...I can't help but lean into him, enjoying the warmth.

He is sitting so still, so quietly...and for a moment, I forget the throbbing pain in my leg.

There you have it! The very first chapter! Hope you liked it :)

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