'Destiny'? Really?

Prologue

Going Home

Full Summary: After graduating from college and having dreams of becoming a psychiatrist, Rachel Black returns, just for the summer, to her hometown, La Push, Washington. Once there, she befriends Leah Clearwater, helps Emily Uley out at bonfires, gets her father, Billy Black, back to eating healthy food, helping her brother, Jacob Black, with his problems that she doesn't quite understand, helps some confused teens, and bonds with her sister, Rebecca Black, who she hasn't seen for years. Then things get complicated. For some reason, Jacob is threatening his friend, Paul, at every turn. But Rachel doesn't understand why. She liked Paul. He was a nice guy, over all, even if he did have a quick temper. She liked hanging out with him. In an attempt to understand, Rachel discovers that the legends of her heritage might actually be true.

Hiya! I'm really excited about this! I love the Paul/Rachel fanfictions a lot. It seems hilarious that the angriest werewolf gets paired with Jacob's sister. Anways, I do not own Twilight, though I wish I did, because that'd mean that I'd have money to spair, which is always nice. :)

Erg. Boys. Always having a thousand things on there mind to remember their older sisters. I supposed the only thing I could dowas walk or wait. Let's see. From my current location to my house it was about...two miles. That wasn't too bad. I glanced at my watch. Two hours. He was two hours late. It would serve him right to not find me here. I started the trek home.

One thing about this place that I loved was that it was so green. I loved the greenness. It made me comfortable. It also reminded me of my mom. A sad smile emerged on my face. I suppose I knew her for about four years of my life. Her favorite color was green, too. I had inherited that from her, though I hadn't inherited much else. I had her small figure. However, it was otherwise hard to tell we were related. My dark green eyes were from my dad. Everything else was from my grandmother on my dad's side. My slightly-dark brown hair was from her. I even wore it the same way as her, usually: in a loose bun or in two braids. Now I had it in the 'two braids' style.

I think, sadly enough, I missed Grandmother more than Mother. Even though she had left this world when I was ten, she still was my number one role model. Because of her, I learned how to truely listen, though, unlike her, it made me incredibly shy. Rebecca was the opposite.

I smiled at the thought of my sister. If she had been in my place she would have sticked around and waited for Jacob, then killed him for being late, instead of walking like I was currently doing. Rebecca was quite a person. She was as outgoing as I was shy. She talked a lot, had been very popular in our highschool days, and was the rebel. In eight grade she had dyed her hair pink. Dad had grounded her for two months after that episode. She earned an additional three months when she snuck out with her boyfriend at midnight one night. According to Dad, our mother had been the same way, always doing rash things. And so it was no surprise to any of us that Rebecca quickly ran off and got married before going to college. I grinned, remembering going to the wedding. The groom, Tom, looked terrified while Rebecca had been exstatic. I almost felt sorry for him, but they were a great couple. Even Dad, who disapproved of the marriage, had to agree that Tom and Rebecca were meant for each other. Despite the fact that I was happy for her, I missed my twin sister.

A horn honked, yanking me out of my thoughts. I looked around and saw Jacob looking at me with an amused expression from an unfamiliar blue truck. "Planning on walking the whole way, stranger?" he asked me, laughing.

I grinned. "Well, I do have quite a neglectful brother. Have you heard of him?"

"I do believe I have. Would you like a ride?"

I laughed and jogged to the other side of the car and plopped down in the seat next to him. "How's it going, Jacob?" I inquired.

"Same old. I've got a girlfriend now. Did I tell you about her?"

I rolled my eyes. "Just a bit. Is this your new car?"

He nodded and began to talk all about it as he began to drive. I quickly cut him off be asking, "So what is your excuse for being late?"

My little brother looked slightly uncomfortable. "Um...You wouldn't understand," he mumbled.

"Just talk," I advised him. "It'll help."

"A true shrink," he teased, then became more serious. "Paul isn't able to change. Somethings wrong. Well, actually, maybe not. He's too happy. And Paul isn't a happy person. Well, he is, but he doesn't smile as much. He was almost glowing when I saw him last. And he couldn't have imprinted or anything. He told us so. He said that the gravity thing didn't happen. He just feels happy. And we have no idea why! Paul isn't one to look happy! He's always angry! It's frustrating."

"Maybe he fell in love," I sugested.

"No, he said he hasn't and he wouldn't lie," Jacob said glumly. "And if he did, I would really feel bad for the girl."

I scowled at him and said fiercely, "Be nice to your friends, Jacob! I'm sure he's a perfectly fine boy!"

"Sure, but he's always violent and angry, even unpurposefully. Makes me almost feel sorry for the guy."

"Why's he always angry?" I asked curiously.

"Well, he's not always angry," Jacob admitted. "He just has a bad temper."

"And you get along with him?" I said, surprised. "I've got to meet this guy who can handle all your snide comments."

"No. You are to stay away from Paul," Jacob sternly ordered me. "He is dangerous."

"Alright," I said quietly, then I brightened. "So when do I get to see Embry and Quil, who are also in on this 'thing' that influences your size?"

He laughed. "Soon. I still can't believe you are accepting this so easily. I mean, I did grow about a foot or two in a short time span. Rebecca wouldn't stop pestering me for weeks."

I shrugged. "Dad told me that he knew and that it was fine. And I know Dad doesn't have it in for you. Though I still don't classify it as 'fine'," I mock frowned. "You are making me feel very short."

"You're short anyways."

"Hey! I'm the average height of a woman!"

"Which, compared to most guys, is short," he reminded me smugly.

"Cruel world," I muttered.

He laughed. Changing the subject, Jacob asked me, "So are you excited to see Rebecca again?"

"Of course I am!" I exclaimed. "I haven't seen her in years! I talk to her on the phone and stuff, but I see you more than I see her!"

"Is that an insult?" he gasped, pretending to be offended.

I laughed. "No, it's just that Rebecca is female, therefore more interesting to talk to."

"What do you talk about?" he questioned me suspiciously.

"Girl talk," I replied, grinning mischieviously. "You know, makeup, fashion, celebrities, guys, etc."

"You don't wear makeup, at least not a noticable amount, and you don't care about fashion or celebrities," he informed me with a playful scowl. "And you had better not be talking about boys."

"Yes, father," I teased. "I won't associate myself with any men without your permission."

He rolled his eyes. "You need to get a boyfriend, one I approve of."

"I haven't had any boyfriends that you haven't approved of," I pointed out. "Except that one...but that was when I was fourteen, so I doubt that counts."

"And he was your only boyfriend, thankfully. I still can't believe you dated that jerk."

"It was only so Rebecca could go on a double date for the experience. And then Rebecca somehow got me to keep it steady. However you decided to make us break up," I said with a smile.

"He was a creeper!" Jacob protested. "He would follow you around a lot and take pictures which he slept with! Even I, at eleven, knew that he was one of those bastards that wasn't worthy of my sister."

"So dumping puding on him, publicly humilating him multiple times, threatening him with an actual gun, stalking us on our dates, keeping-"

"Alright, alright. So maybe I was a little over the top, but you were way too young to be dating!"

"And Rebecca wasn't?"

"Rebecca is different. She wasn't the naive, innocent, dense sister that you were, and are," Jacob said with a grin. "And we're here."

In a flash he had exited the car. In my mock fury, I attempted to do the same. "Jacob Black! You come back of here now!" I cried, running after him. "Who are you calling dense, innocent, and niave?"

"You!" he shouted back.

I chased him, laughing, and entered my old house, my home.

So what do you think? This is somewhat like an introduction, or something like that. Paul isn't really introduced yet, just mentioned. He will hopefully appear in the next chapter, though that might be rushing things a bit...I tend to rush things a lot. Please review! Reviews make me happy!