A/N: Okay, first Twilight story, so go easy on me (:. I'm not hooked on Twilight but this idea wouldn't let me go, so, here we are. I'd say it's set between Eclipse and New Moon (the last of which, I haven't seen nor read yet). Bella hasn't been changed yet so yeah, just to clear up any possible confusion. I doubt it'll follow the original story line, cause I don't know what that story line is. So summing up (man, I went a long way 'round for a shortcut on this) Everything that happens before New Moon, has, well, happened. As of now...who the hell knows? :P

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Twilight, including any of the characters, places, phrases etc that you recognise. What you don't recognise, and the plot, are mine.

Enjoy! Please let me know what you think at the end.

.:When It Rains:.

.Chapter 1: Return.

The engine roared in my ears, a sound that never failed to bring a smile to my face.

The world outside flew past in a blur of greens and greys and browns, all mixing together like paint that had run down its canvass.

The speedo needle climbed higher and higher as my foot pressed down on the accelerator. A hundred kilometres an hour…a hundred and ten…a hundred and twenty… The speed pushed me back into my seat and made my heart race with adrenaline. A hundred and twenty-six kilometres…a hundred and twenty-nine…a hundred and…sirens.

I groaned loudly in annoyance as the flashing lights in my rear-view mirrors grew bigger with their approach. This was just perfect. What better way to begin my first day back in this god forsaken place then with another bloody speeding ticket? Just smashingly brilliant, Tasha will kill me.

Reluctantly I reduced my speed and pulled off the road, not that it was really necessary, there was hardly any traffic in this place. I tapped my fingers against the wheel as the officer got out of his car and came up to me, tapping lightly on my window, ticket book in hand.

With a sigh I rolled it down and gave the man behind the sheriff's hat and overly large sunnies a forced smile. "Morning Officer."

He touched his fingers to his hat. "Morning Miss, licence and registration, do you know you were exceeding the speed limit?"

Of course I knew. "Was I? Oh, I'm so sorry." I handed him the documents and smiled innocently.

"Mm," He didn't sound convinced as he scribbled out the fine and checked the papers before handing them back. "What brings you to these parts? Planning on staying long?" Which was actually code for 'how long are you gonna be here and plan on terrorising my town?'

"A family reunion, of sorts," I replied through clenched teeth. "That I failed to get out of. I assure you I gave it my best shot, but my sister was determined. Hopefully I won't be here long."

He nodded. "Which family? I probably know them."

"Probably," I agreed. "Everyone knows everyone and all their business in this place. Uley's, over at La Push."

He chuckled. "That's how it is with small communities. Uley's eh? Related to Sam then?"

"Unfortunately, the world was cruel and made us cousins." I muttered, accepting the ticket he was handing me. Two hundred and eighty-six, not to bad I suppose. I reached over and chucked it in the glove box. When I looked back the officer was staring at me with a thoughtful expression.

I raised my eyebrows. "What?"

"Well, well, well." He shook his head and grinned. "Eva Hanson, haven't you grown up."

I pushed my sunnies to the top of my head and studied him carefully until recognition clicked. "Charlie? Charlie Swan? Oh my god, it's so good to see you!" I leapt out of the car and hugged one of my Dad's best friends tightly. "You're still working here?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, don't think I'll ever leave."

I grimaced. "Don't say that, you might curse me to that fate as well."

He laughed and held me at arms length to get a better look at me. "Look at you, Eva. I haven't seen you since you were this big." He held his hand about level with his hip to indicate the height. "How did that wild, scruffy little eight year old girl turn into the beautiful young woman standing here now? How've you been, Evie?"

I smiled, he was different to how I remembered him, but ten years could fuzz one's memory. "I've been alright, busy but alright. It's been a long time. How's Bella?"

Charlie smiled. "Good, she's engaged now."

I'm pretty sure my mouth dropped. "Holy, she doesn't muck around does she?" She was only a couple of years older then me, and I'm only eighteen. "Who's she engaged to?"

"Edward Cullen."

Cullen, Cullen…sounded familiar, but I'd not heard of any Edward Cullen's, surprisingly, if he lived around here. "Not a local then?"

"His family's lived here for a while. His father's the surgeon in Forks."

I nodded. "Interesting, congratulations on the gaining of a son-in-law to be."

He laughed. "Thanks."

"Well, it was good to see you, Charlie." I smiled, and I actually meant it. "I'll have to drop in and see you before I leave, but I better get going. Tasha will chew my ears off if I'm any later."

He smiled and nodded understandingly as he shut my door for me and leant against the roof. "It was good to see you to, Evie. I know how Tash is, but I'll be expecting that visit."

I laughed and fastened my seatbelt. "It's a promise, bye, Charlie."

"And drive slower young lady!"

I gunned the engine, the cheeky smile on my face no doubt. "Sure thing, chief, sure thing."

He rolled his eyes and waved me off.

Back on the road and back on the path to my destination I sighed. I have absolutely no idea how Tasha, my older sister, has managed to talk me into this. I'd sworn never to return to this hell hole, yet here I was, returning to this hell hole.

It was impossible to say that this was worst day in my life, because I've had some corkers. Like the day that my first partner was blown to bits in an explosion in India. I'd refused another partner for a long while after that, insisting on being solo as much as possible. They'd finally managed to pair me up with one of the girls I'd trained with, though.

And the day I didn't hit my target with the first shot and it cost three innocent people their lives. Or the day I accidentally poisoned my goldfish with a chemical that's illegal in thirteen countries, that when in solid form, looks a lot like fish food.

The day my dad died of cancer.

Then, of course, there was that day…

In my line of work, bad days were more often then good ones, being a spy and all.

So it was impossible to say that this day was the worst day in my life, because there had been worse, far, far worse. But I sure as hell wasn't looking forward to this one. This was the place where my family's destruction had started.

It wasn't La Push's fault I suppose, but the memories I had here were not the greatest, and I'd rather forget. La Push had been everything to my Dad. He was born here, grew up here, had his kids here, and died here. I was obviously half Native American. My other half was Irish, but my mother has lived in America ever since she can remember.

I lived on the res until I was six. My parents had been having problems in their marriage for a year or so before they divorced, or rather; it had been a year since I had noticed the problems. They had only stayed together as long as they had for the sake of my sister and me. But that had meant many tension filled meals and arguments over what seemed like nothing to me at the time.

In the end my mother told us to pack our bags because we were leaving. I never worked out what hurt most about that day, whether it was that my Dad didn't fight to keep us or that I wanted to leave. We went to New York, all the way across the other side of the darn country, where Mum had grown up and had secured a job as a partner at a large law firm.

I'd not seen an inch of La Push since I'd watched it get smaller and smaller out of the back window of Mum's car after my Dad's funeral when I was eight, which she had been reluctant to take us to in the first place. And I was reluctant to return now. I hadn't said good bye to anyone before we left. I hadn't called or made any contact with anyone in all this time, except Leah Clearwater and her direct family. She was one of my two best friends, the only other person apart from my partner that I completely trusted with almost everything.

But everything else was the past, plain and simple. The past was meant to stay in the past. Tasha couldn't leave it that way though. She'd kept constant contact with Sam and Rachel Black especially and had been trying to drag me back here for years.

I'm claiming to be drunk and drugged on the day I finally agreed and promised her that I'd go for the weekend.

"Stop being stupid," I chided myself. "It won't kill you." I glanced at my watch and groaned. I was nearly an hour late. The visit might not kill me, but Tash sure will when she sees me.

I shook my head. This was ridicules. I'm a spy for goodness sake! I've faced so much worse then this, what was so devastating about this one little weekend trip? I tried to clear the thoughts from my head before I turned around and went back to New York, and begged for some far away assignment. I wonder if Tasha would find me in Siberia.

She would be hunting me down like a demented blood hound if I skipped off. Maybe it was better if I just…sucked it up and suffered for a couple of days?
I picked my phone up off the passenger seat and with one eye on it and one on the road I reluctantly turned it on and checked messages. Five texts from Tash and three missed calls from her to, and they all pretty much asked where the hell I was and to hurry up. I ignored the other missed calls. They could be dealt with later.

I texted back quickly to stop her terrorising whoever she was with. If she was with Sam though, I wouldn't have cared and probably left her to it.

He used to date Leah but dumped her for her cousin. We have cousin issues, I think. That hadn't gone down well with me at all, and he and I hadn't been the best of friends to start with. So Sam was now one of my least favourite people. I cursed under my breath as I turned my full attention back to the road.

Charlie wouldn't be pleased with me if I crashed and damaged a tree. And I'd be pissed if so much as a scratch found its way onto my car. My Ferrari Enzo was more precious to me then a kidney.

My phone buzzed with the arrival of a new text. 'Oh, it's about time Eva! You know how to get to Sam's?'

"Why on earth would I know how to get to Sam's?" I muttered and texted back a straight 'no'. I knew the horrible truth then was that we'd be staying at his place. I rolled my eyes. Siberia was looking better and better by the second.

It didn't take her long to send back the directions, and strict instructions to behave and be civil. She should have thought about that before hand, shouldn't she? 'Whatever.' Pressing send I tossed the phone back onto the passenger seat and ignored it. This was going to be the longest three days of my short life. With another dejected sigh I shoved my earphones in my ears and turned up the volume on my ipod. Nickelback 'If Everyone Cared' blared through my brain.

'We'd see the day that nobody died...' A novel thought, but I highly doubted it. I knew a lot of people who cared, but that didn't help them now did it. Humanity was going to hell. People were driven by desire and greed, a money controlled society. You'd never get everyone to care about one thing because there'll always be one who won't.

When I noticed my speed climbing again I backed off and loosened my grip on the wheel from where I'd been unconsciously trying to strangle it. "Calmness, Evie." I muttered. "It's not the car's fault." I patted the wheel as an apology.

La Push appeared in front of me, green and overcast, just like I remembered it. The scattered buildings seemed just the same as my vague memory recalled them, like the whole place had just frozen in time. I snorted at the thought, nothing ever changed here.

The forest all around seemed to loom up over me, trying to smother me and cut off my escape. Tash owed me big time for this. The red of my car was so out of place, its bright shine was almost alien amongst the much duller surroundings.

It was much easier then I'd hoped to find my way to Sam's. His place wasn't that far from where I used to live. It was nestled comfortably into the landscape, but as I got closer to it, it seemed unwelcoming. Like it knew I didn't belong here, and was trying to cast me out before I'd even arrived.

'Let it.' My inner voice muttered moodily. 'And hope it succeeds.' Hope was never a good friend of mine.

I pulled up outside and tried to breathe normally, flexing my fingers to stop them shaking as I turned off the car. This was it. As soon as I step out I'd be officially here. "It's just a weekend, one itty bitty weekend." I muttered and opened the door, grabbing my duffle bag off the floor of the passenger seat and got out. Black leather covered feet connecting with the dirt of my home town.

I slung the bag over my shoulder and shut the door. The sweet smells of pine, rain, wood smoke and sea air wasted no time in invading my nose. I had to admit, I did love the air here. It was so clean and fresh and calming. If there wasn't everything else here I'd call it the smell of freedom.

There wasn't anyone outside, but there was an awful lot of noise coming from inside the little house. So, with a scowl set firmly in place, I stalked towards the front door. As I got closer, the rather delicious scent of food added to the usual La Push air and my stomach growled at the thought. 'This is what you get for not eating for thirty-six hours, and not sleeping for seventy-bloody-five.' My inner voice tisked disapprovingly. 'A ravenous appetite and a shitty mood, congratulations.'

Ignoring it, I poked my head through the open front door and almost turned around and walked straight back out. Inside was absolutely overflowing with people. Or maybe, they were all just that humongous that it seemed like a lot.

Several women, including Tasha, so I couldn't have been in the wrong place, were all standing in the kitchen filling dozens of trays with all sorts of food. And one more was in the lap of one of the guys. And all through the rest of the house were shirtless, insanely large, russet coloured men. Each had what looked like identical tribal tattoos on their shoulder and they were all behaving like complete imbeciles.

I picked out Billy Black and Old Quil, both of which were watching a game on TV, though how they could possibly hear it over the noise I had no idea. I found Leah to, sprawled out on an arm chair half heartedly watching the game also, away from the others and ignoring them.

"This is such a bad idea." I thought, but against my better judgment I dropped my duffle bag next to the door way and cleared my throat.

I definitely should've picked Siberia.

A/N: So that's chapter one complete. What did you think? Should I keep going or scrap it? The chapter lengths will vary, but I'll try not to have them to short or to long. Thank you very much for reading, pretty please R&R and let me know how I did!

~Meg xx