A/N: So this is my final installment of the Wolves and Washington series. It's a 4-part series but if you haven't read the other three that's probably okay. Most of the holes/background information will be filled in through out the story.
I hope you all enjoy reading this story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.
"Do you think he's okay?" A feminine voice questions. The voice is laced heavily with worry.
Black eye lashes flutter rapidly as brown eyes attempt to slowly open.
"Doubtful." Also feminine. No worry there, but definitely a hint of annoyance.
When brown eyes finally do open and vision becomes more clear, it is like the forest meeting midnight.
"Seth." The first feminine voice breathes out in a soft whisper. "I'm so glad that you're awake." She sounded utterly relieved.
He doesn't immediately answer. Instead, he chooses to take in his surroundings for a moment.
He's on his back, the two women hover above him, and he's shirtless? He looks down at his tanned, muscular chest. Definitely bare, definitely shirtless. At least, his bottom half is covered in a pair of light being cargo shorts and his feet in black Nike flipflops. The flips flops were worn and covered in mud and grass.
Second, he noticed that he was in a tiny, rectangular room. It seemed to function as a storage area. There were brooms and a mop bucket in the corner and shelves to the right of him that were filled with spray bottles, gloves, paper towels, and various other cleaning supplies.
"Seth?" The first woman softly questioned again.
Suddenly, his eyes fell back to the two women in front of him.
His eyes fell on the second woman first. She was wearing a long red dress with short sleeves and around her shoulders was a red shawl. She had shoulder length black hair that was curled at the ends. Like him, her complexion was very tan and she had light brown eyes that were narrowed in annoyance at him.
Next, he glance over at the one who had been calling his name. She was dressed in a long black, glittering dress that did not have sleeves, but instead came to wrap around her neck. The dressed seemed to make her dark skin glow. Her face was framed by a mop of coily, black curls; a pair of cylinder shaped, diamond earrings barely shined through her thick hair.
He barely notices any of that though. Again, he's falling into the midnight void that are her eyes.
But there's one thing...
"Who are you?"
She gasps, "Oh, Seth!"
The annoyed looking woman finally looks a little worried, her brow crinkling just a bit.
"Shit." She mutters under her breath.
"SEEEEEETH!"
Black eye lashes flutter rapidly as brown eyes slowly attempt to open.
"SEEEEETH, come on man you're already late for patrol! And I am not covering your shift again!"
When forest brown eyes finally open and vision becomes more clear, he is utterly confused.
"SEEEEETH! Seriously, I'm not doing your shift. Those vamps from Cali are crazy as heck!"
Now he can hear feet stomping their way up...steps? Yes, steps.
He sits up quickly and curses under his breath when he realizes how rumpled his black tux has become. At least, his black dress shoes weren't scuffed.
He wonders if his hair looks as disastrous as his suit.
A soft chuckle passes his lips, but before he can voice his current thought, the door to the room he's in is slammed open.
Only the, does he think to glance around at his surroundings.
First, he notices that he's laying down on a full sized bed, on top of a dark blue quilt. Of course, wrinkled from his body.
How did he not notice that?
Second, he realized that he was in his bedroom. His old bedroom. As in the one at the Clearwater home in Washington. On the reservation.
It was the more mature version of the room. The one from his mid-20s to mid-30s. Clean, vacuumed, and smelling like a recent shot of febreeze. Not the boyhood room trashed with clothes and food wrappers and that had walls covered in stupid, needless posters of things from his teen years.
But still, it was his old room. Not the one at his home in Jamaica, sunlit and scented with a mixture of ackee and saltfish and warm, salty beach air.
He doesn't have the time to dwell on any of this though. Soon, he's being yelled at again.
"Come on, Seth, get the fuck up!"
Paul. Of course.
"The Cali vamps are on the move again and we need to hid out."
His whole face is the very picture and definition of utterly confused.
He remembers this.
7 Vampires from Los Angelos came to visit Forks. They had heard the vamps call the town an easy kill. At this point they had managed to kill 4 of the vamps. 3 were still on the loose.
From what he remembered, they would never catch those 3 vamps.
Jared would lead this patrol/mission. He, Paul, and a younger wolf named Oliver would head out with him.
Oliver, young and cocky, and Paul, old, angry and unwilling to be outdone, would inevitably get into an argument. That argument would lead straight to a fight.
As usual, he played peace keeper. His attempt to separate the two would end up being more than unsuccessful. Jared's attempt to wrangle in 3 vampires on his own would also be unsuccessful.
Both he and Jared would gripe but Paul and Oliver would continue to fight it out. All 3 Cali vamps long gone.
"Seth! Earth to Seth!" Paul shouted once again. He was rearing up to yell again, but then closed his mouth when he finally took in Seth's attire.
"What in the what are you wearing right now?"
He barely registered Paul's words, his head was spinning way too much.
How was this even possible...
"What year is it?" He finally asked.
Paul shot him an incredulous look.
"What in the hell is going on?!"