(A/N): This is my first try at a fanfic, the choice to push this toward an AU piece stems simply from my curiosity of a simple 'what if'… What if Bella never jumped in New Moon and this event never set in motion the following chain of events that leads her to Volterra.

This could be categorized into Jacob/Bella but I intend on including many of our beloved characters (as in, we do love them, but I don't own any of them. SM owns everything).

I will try and find a BR as soon as possible since English isn't my first language, until then, sorry for any spelling/grammar and typos.

Chapter I

Bella's POV

There I was, the rain splattering angrily over my half closed eyes, staring at the angry skies which as if on cue, let out a gut wrenching lightning crash that echoed across the water into a deafening sound reverberating against the mountain.

I reeled back from the sound but my right foot slipped against the wet rocks and I had to crouch down and hold onto the sharp jagged rocks to keep from falling down. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would jump out of my already broken chest.

Do not do this Bella! Walk away, now.

There it was, the beautiful satin-like voice I was waiting for. Just one more dose of courage, a quick one-two steps that would send me free falling through the air, and I would certainly hear more of my own personal angelic voice.

But there I was, frozen in place, crouching, grasping those jagged rocks, my fingers blanching from the strain.

'Go back, go to Charlie, and walk away from this childish endeavor!'

Yes! I wanted more of this, I knew I would regret this later when the voice would quiet down and would leave me again, but I had to hold onto it as much as I could while it was there. But the rain was now turning into a full-fledged storm, and here on the tip of the mountain I was exposed to its violent fury.

Go on-two short steps and I was sure the angry sultry melodic music that I call his voice would embrace me. But my body was betraying me; my courage was deserting me nearly as quickly as my body heat. My teeth where chattering, the wind rocking me around like a paper doll.

There it was, my salvation, I didn't need to be courageous; I only needed to stop holding on and let myself go. One selfish act of cowardice and the wind would do the rest, quickly before it gets even worse than it already is.

Slowly, excruciatingly slowly I should say, I released my grip on the jagged rock that was my small pillar of safety, one finger at a time, in this violent wind. Let the wind have its way with me.

Time to face the abyss below, time to fly.

Just as I was closing my eyes, rocking on the balls of my feet, feeling the wind pushing me toward the precipice, I felt a pair of vice grips taking hold of my shoulders.

"What do you think you are doing? Are you out of your mind!" a husky strangled voice said behind me.

I looked up to stare into the worried eyes of Jacob, my Jacob. He shook me gently and then crushed me against his wet naked torso. He then took a few steps back away from the ledge.

"Bella, what were you thinking? You would have drowned down there," he whispered in my hair.

As if to echo his words, I could finally hear the violent ripping sound of the water crashing against the rock way below our promontory.

A mixture of rage, sorrow, and defeat hit me like a truck. I tried to push him away.

"I can walk on my own," I said trough clenched teeth.

But the adrenaline washed away from me with my anger, and the cold took over my body, sapping all the strength from my legs. Jacob quickly caught me before I fell down, picking me up in his powerful arms like a child.

Part of me wanted to protest, but mostly I was glad he was finally here with me, not running around with his pack-with Sam's pack.

The heat radiating from his body was soothing, and soon my teeth weren't clashing against each others as frequently. I was vaguely aware that he was walking back toward my truck.

"How did you know where to find me?" I said, looking up to him, blinking as the rain was falling on us.

He smiled, not a complete innocent smile like my old Jacob, but a self assured mix between a smug smile and a reassuring one. Bastard.

"I followed the tracks from your truck. And there is not much to do around here then cliff jumping."

As if to prove his point, he pointed toward my truck with a nod. But the smugness disappeared quickly from his beautiful face, and I could see that something wasn't completely right.

Without letting me down, he opened the passenger door with one hand and gently dropped me on the seat. I waited for him to open the other door, but he hesitated for a second, looking at me through the wet glass and looking down at the ground, before finally opening it.

He sat down, and without saying anything, turned the ignition key and sent a tremor trough my truck, sputtering the engine to life.

Jacob closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the steering wheel.

"Bella now is not the time for being adventurous by yourself," he said with his usual husky voice but with a strain in it.

"I am sorry Jacob, I was waiting for you but you never came back. You go around running with your pack, and I am stranded alone here. You promised you would take a day off with me to..." but I broke off as he stared back at me, faint traces of tears in the corner of his eyes.

I slid toward him on the set, glad to feel his warmth against my body and took a hold of his right arm.

"What is it Jake?"

When I looked in his eyes, my stomach started to feel like acid was burning thought it.

"Did someone get hurt? Did Victoria hurt Embry or Jared? What happened?" I said, frantically.

"Nothing like that. The leech jumped into the water and we were afraid she was doubling back toward the beach," he stated monotonously, shaking his head.

"Then what is it?"

I couldn't shake the dread away. But I was glad that none of the wolves were hurt, I was wondering what could be so bad.

"It's Harry. He was rushed to the hospital, something with his heart. And it sounded bad, very bad..."

I felt a churning in my stomach. Poor Sue and the kids, and Charlie would be devastated if something happened to his best friend.

Jake finally got the truck in gear, put his right arm around my shoulder and gently squeezed me against his flank. I didn't protest, I felt so safe and secure in his arms.

I finally got what I wanted, a bit of both my sun and my moon-my double date.

Then I felt bad about it. How could I find happiness in this moment while Harry was fighting for his life?

I would be there for Charlie, and there was always time for more adventures with Jacob...and Edward.