Hey guys! This is my first chapter of Falling Together. As you will soon read it's a Leah/Embry fanfic. The story changes between the two narratives a lot! Anyways I'd really love it if you guys read and reviewed!

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Chapter One: The After Party

Leah POV

I stood at the far edge of the beach, anxiously shifting through my clutch for a lighter. The sun was just starting to set against the horizon, and it cast stunning pink and purple strands of light unto the party goers. I couldn't even deny that Emily had made the right choice picking those same various shades of pink as her wedding colors. The wedding party blended in perfectly with the sunset.

"Dammit." I muttered, still trying to find the lighter that I obviously forgot to pack.

Today had been extremely nerve wracking for me. I tried my best to put on a brave face all throughout the wedding ceremony, but my efforts stopped short thereafter. I had spent the last fifteen minutes reapplying my makeup from where I had cried during the car ride from the chapel to the beach.

"Hey there." A voice called from behind me. I didn't need to turn around to know who the voice belonged to. I'd recognize Embry's voice from anywhere.

"Hi, Em." I said, not looking up from my purse. I really needed a cigarette. It was a nasty habit, I knew, but it was something I had picked up after moving to Seattle six months ago. Whenever I felt like bursting into my wolf-girl attire, I instead would smoke a cigarette. Obviously I needed a healthier method of dealing with my issues.

I expected Embry to walk on by me, but instead he lingered patiently by my side. Most of the time this kind of thing would have annoyed me, but I could see something red and shiny dangling from his hand.

"Lose something?" Embry teased, flipping the lighter over in his hand.

"Where did you find that!" I demanded, reaching for it. The lighter must have fallen out of my purse at some point during the day.

Embry looked me square in the eyes and stretched his lips upward in a smug smile, "I stole it from your purse when you weren't looking."

I was flabbergasted. I didn't even remember setting my purse down, except for during the ceremony when my mom had it. There was no way Embry could have taken it then. He was a groomsmen.

"How…" I started to ask, but Embry lifted his hand and began to speak.

"Don't question my badassness."

"I should really punch you. Stealing is a crime. What do you need a lighter for anyways?" I asked, patience wearing thin.

Embry laughed, "Relax Leah, its petty theft, not a crime. You know it's so nice to see that after all these months of being away you're still the same violent Leah we all know and love."

I really didn't appreciate his sarcastic tone. A week after I moved into tiny my two story fixer-upper in Seattle was the last time a transformed into She-Wolf. Since then my moods had improved tremendously. Not that anyone around here would notice. I really didn't talk to anyone from the old pack besides my brother and Jacob.

"Just answer the damn question." I snapped at Embry.

"Well if you must know I took the lighter for leverage. I figured it was the only way I could bum a cigarette off of you without having to hear you bitch. But I should have known better. You'd bitch anyways." His teasing smile grew even bigger as my mood was becoming more annoyed.

I rolled my eyes. "Why should I give you a cigarette? And since when do you smoke anyways? Smoking's bad for you."

"That's the pot calling the kettle black."

"Don't toy with me, Embry. Give me my lighter now!" I really didn't have time for his taunting. I wanted tonight to be over with as fast as possible. The sooner I smoked my cigarette, the sooner I could attend the reception, the sooner I could be back in Seattle.

Embry's stupid smile got even bigger, as if that was ever possible. "You know what you have to do then." He responded.

I groaned, but decided it would be a lot easier if I gave in. I tossed Em my pack of cigarettes and flipped him the bird. He let out a small laugh as he removed one from the carton, and lit up. Once both our cigarettes were lit we sat down on a large rock together and enjoyed our smoke.

"So really Leah," Embry asked while taking a drag, "how are you tonight?" His tone was more concerned than playful, and I could tell he honestly wanted to know so I decided to humor him.

"Better than I expected , but still not good. Despite everything, it still hurts." Embry nodded his head in understanding. It didn't matter that six months had went by since the two of us had last spoke. Embry had lived inside my head at one time, he had felt my pain as if it were his own.

I played back the events of today in my head. I saw Emily looking gorgeous in her white fluffy dress; the look of sheer joy smeared all over Sam's face; the beautifully written his and her vows that were undeniably sweet, yet left a bitter ring through my ears; his shaky hand as he anxiously placed the ring on her delicate finger; the fateful kiss that sealed their marriage. Everything. The whole miserable ceremony etched forever in my memory.

There was a long silence between Embry and I as we finished our cigarettes.

"Can I ask one more question? What part of today hurt the most?" Embry looked straight ahead toward the party as he talked. There was something about his words; he had an edge to his voice.

I sighed, because I knew exactly which part killed me the most.

"When Emily's dad walked her down the aisle…I'm not going to lie…that broke my heart more than anything else, because I knew that I would never get that opportunity. Out of all the things Emily has, that's the one thing I want the most. I want my dad back."

I could have sworn that I heard Embry sniffle, always the softy. He cleared his voice and spoke before I could tease him about it.

"You probably didn't notice, but there was a man standing in the back during the wedding service. He was older, more rugged looking. I saw Sam go speak to him after everything was over. I had my suspicions about who he was, but it wasn't until I overheard Billy talking that they were confirmed. He was Sam's father."

Embry stood to make his way to the party, and I followed suit. It was no secret that Embry didn't know who his real father was. In fact, in order for him to even be a wolf that meant that he had to be half-brothers with either Quil, Jacob, or Sam. And given the fact that both Quil and Jacob's fathers were married at the time of Embry's birth, most of us liked to believe that Sam's dad was Embry's father. From what I knew, Samuel Uley wasn't as righteous as his son who bares the same name.

"Embry," I said stopping him as we walked. We were at the outer edge of the party now, and I couldn't convey my grief for him. I was at a loss for words. It was one thing to have your dad taken away, but to never have a father at all? I couldn't imagine it.

"Don't stress, Lee." He said with a smile, immediately brushing off his sadness, "thanks for letting me bum a smoke. Don't worry, if your mom asks, I'll tell her they were mine."

He winked, and we both walked out separate ways through the party.

Embry POV

If it is one thing I will never understand it's the hold imprintees have on their other halves.

I was sitting at a table with Billy, Seth, Sue, and Charlie Sawn. We were practically in tears from laughing so hard as my two best friends make idiots of themselves on the dance floor. You could tell Quil was nervously counting the steps to the song…one-two-three-one-two-three…as Claire joyously danced on his toes. Then there was Jake. It really shouldn't have came as a surprise to me that Nessie was a good dancer. Her three-foot-five body was dancing circles around Jacob's awkward six-foot-six stature. You could tell Nessie was holding back too, just for Jacob's sake.

"They are so pathetic." Seth said between breaths as he laughed.

"Just be glad it's not us" Charlie said. He gave Sue a desperate stare, which made us laugh even more. She promised not to torture him by making him dance with her.

The upbeat song was coming to an end and I noticed Jake and Quil took a quick breather before the next song came on. Two tables over Emily, looking very gorgeous in her wedding dress, was thanking some guests for attending the wedding. As a new slow song started to play I figured now was as good as a time as any to fill some of my obligated groomsman duties, and ask Emily to dance.

Actually, if I was being honest, I just wanted to sneak a peek at Leah and from where I was sitting I wasn't able to do so without someone noticing. I don't know what had changed about Leah Clearwater over the past six months, but from the moment she walked into the chapel this morning I have found a hard time taking my eyes off her since. That's why I wanted to bum a cigarette of her so badly. I just wanted to get her alone.

"Excuse me," I said to Emily, as I placed my hand on the small of her back, "but I believe you owe me a dance."

Emily's face lit up, and her smile pulled all the way to her eyes. Scars and all, there was no denying her beauty. Sam was a very lucky guy.

She placed her hands into mine, and we walked to the center of the dance floor. "I would be honored to dance with you, Embry."

I placed us at an angle where I could unnoticeably keep an eye on Leah without Emily or anyone else noticing. Damn, there was just something about her today…

I tried hard to remind myself that I was starring at the exact same girl who just a year ago I wished had never been born. As a fellow pack member, Leah was extremely difficult to deal with. But tonight…the way that yellow dress draped perfectly over her bronze skin, her shoulder-length hair that had an ever so slight curl to it, her legs that went on for miles, and her breast that somehow I never paid attention to before…she was perfect.

Of course I had seen Leah naked before, all the pack had a one time or another. Controlling your inner wolf was no east task. With all of us acting like a dysfunctional feuding family, someone was always bound to be moments away from ripping out of their clothes. But for just a moment I let my mind wonder what it would be like to see Leah naked in an entirely different situation. I wondered what it would be like to feel her body pressed firmly against mine…to hear her whisper my name…

"Snap out of it, Embry!" I told myself, "This is Leah we are talking about. Leah! The girl who once broke Paul's nose for looking at her funny. You definitely can't be having thought's like this."

Luckily, before I could let my mind wonder any farther Emily brought me back down to earth.

"What's wrong with you, Embry?" Emily asked, "You seem so distracted."

I looked and at her and smiled, "Oh its noth…." but before I could finish my sentence I saw Sam leading Leah out onto the dance floor. He looked completely oblivious to her shocked face. Obviously Leah was only dancing with him out of kindness. He probably had no idea what this would do to her later.

I can't explain it. It's like something inside of me snapped, and I didn't know why. Why did I care about Leah Clearwater's emotional baggage? She was just some girl. Actually, I could go one step further and say she was a bitch.

But, no, I knew I didn't really mean that. I knew Leah well before the whole Sam/Emily/werewolf thing. We went back. Way back. She had once been a girl with a big heart, but somewhere in between being a young girl and now she got hurt. It wasn't her fault. And hell, it wasn't Sam's either.

At the present through I wasn't thinking too clearly. It was like my mind had fogged over and I was seeing red. I wanted blood. Sam's blood to be exact. He had done so much damage to Leah, and just as she seemed to be finally getting her life together he had to go and ask her to dance.

At his wedding.

To Emily.

The girl he freaking left Leah for!

I knew he couldn't help loving Emily, but I couldn't allow him to hurt Leah anymore either. Something had to be done, and quickly.

"Why do you care?" I argued with myself. I turned the question over in my head for a brief moment before I came up with an answer that suited me.

I knew what it was like to love someone who didn't love me back. Even though I had never been "in love" before I knew the feeling. I loved my dad, whomever he was. When I was a kid and I would stay the night at Quil or Jacob's house I would pretend to myself that their dads were really mine. I would watch their interactions with me carefully to try to determine if they saw me like a son. But obviously whoever my dad was he didn't love me back. Nineteen years had went by and he still hadn't shown his face to me.

"Em, do you feel alright? You don't look so good." Emily said, her voice a mere whisper.

I desperately needed to compose myself. I could feel myself on the verge of transforming. This beachside reception wasn't exactly the place to do so. Besides, one look at Emily's scars and I knew getting mad wouldn't solve anything. If I ruined Sam and Emily's wedding day they'd literally kill me.

I closed my eyes and counted to five.

"Hey Sam!" I called, twirling Emily toward the dancing couple. "We need to talk."

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