Well, I've pretty much lost my old writing spark. It still seems small and weak, so this is my get my feet wet again story. Hopefully, getting this out of my system will jump start my mojo again. I really do want to finish my other stories. I've already written a Twilight story or two. If you liked those, you may want to be warned. This is a total wolf pack-oriented story. Cullen family doesn't get much love at all. Be forewarned and keep flames to a minimum, okay?

Summery - Most people assumed that Sam was the one who found her that night in the forest. He was the one who carried her out of the woods after all. Bella, she knew differently. It was a different boy who got to her first. Later, she found out his name was Paul. Imprint story written in drabbles. M to be safe.

Disclaimer- Eh? What do you mean I don't own Twilight? But, I'm Stephanie! Eh? I'm not? So, I'm not the rich and famous owner of Twilight? Oh... poop!

"Look, Sam, I really do appreciate you bringing Bella back to me, but I don't know about this…" Charlie's frustrated voice floated up through the cracks to her.

A deeper voice answered him. Bella was reminded of very hot hands. Why was that?

"Charlie, Paul feels responsible for her. He went ballistic when he saw how that Cullen left her. Just let him stay for a little while. Maybe he can help."

Why did this deep voice (hot hands) – no, Sam, Sam was his name…. Why did Sam spit out the C- no, no, no, no, don't say it! – Why did Sam spit out their name? Didn't he know how amazing they were? Bella felt her lips trembling. They were certainly far better than her. After all, she was nothing! Her hitching breaths turned into true sobs for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Damn it." Charlie was talking again. What was he saying? Why did it even matter? "I can't get her to stop crying. She barely eats anything."

"Looks like you've got nothing to lose. Just a couple of hours. See if he can get her to eat. If you don't like it, Paul will leave. Just give the guy a chance. Nothing else has seemed to work. Maybe he can. He was there, you know?"

For what seemed like an eternity, Bella drifted with no sound aside from her own hitched breathing. It was horrible to be alone, but Charlie didn't need to be bothered with her. He didn't want her either! Sobs came harder and tears fell faster.

"Okay. One hour."

"Done."

"You hungry?" Bella blinked and turned her confused, red-rimmed eyes to the massive man standing in her bedroom door. His eyebrows furrowed, and he frowned as she just stared at him. He looked familiar. Why was that? Something tugged at the fog surrounding her brain. He was important-familiar.

"Hey, you okay?" Startled, Bella look straight into a pair of far-too-close eyes. She should have been concerned, instead seeing his face so close seemed to tug harder at her memory. He was important!

"Who'r you?" She half mumbled, half accused. Why had Charlie let this unknown (no, no, he is familiar, I know him) person in her room. He look tired.

"Paul. My name's Paul." Now that she was concentrating more, Paul sounded stressed too. "You're Isabella Swan."

"Yes, that's my name." Somehow she just couldn't bring herself to correct him. She didn't want to be called Bella right then. That's what HE called her!

With monumental effort, Bella pulled herself back to the present. Paul looked a little awkward. (How long had she been out this time?) Actually he looked really awkward. He was massive. Had she mentioned that before? He was beyond just tall, and all those muscles. He was sitting on her floor crouched down to be face to face to her. That just looked uncomfortable. He didn't really look like he belonged sitting next to the pink blown glass dolphin Renee had bought her from Florida. Why on earth was this massive Native American (did she forget to mention his tan, tan, tan skin?) doing in her room?

His lips lifted in one corner. Had she said that out loud?

"I guess I am tan next to a pale face like you, huh?" He grinned at her, and Bella didn't know what to do. She tried to smile back. It turned into a grimace instead.

He winced and sighed. She would be uncomfortable if she was sitting like that too. Why on earth was he still here?

"I heard that you weren't doing-"he looked at her and backpedaled, "well, I just wanted to come help out. Heard you weren't eating right."

She frowned deeply at him. "I'm not hungry. Go away."

He got up from his hunched over position, and Bella was right. He was way too tall to be right. He walked towards the door. He was leaving! It didn't make her feel better that he had decided to leave just like that. He didn't put up a fight.. He wasn't even going to try to stay- stay with her. He was just li-

"I'm going to heat up some soup. When I get back, you are going to eat it." His voice sounded awfully sure of itself. Startled, she looked up from her mound of pillows to see him standing in her door looking back at her. She didn't understand the look that passed over his face. "I didn't find you that night just too watch you starve yourself."

Ah! She remembered him! Those eyes! He was the one who chased that bear away. He had found her in the forest first. She remembered his trembling hands on her face, worried eyes, and angry words. But she couldn't figure out why he was still around. Why would he still be wasting his time on her? After all, she was worthless...

I hope to update this at least once a week. It won't be nearly as intricate as my previous stories (chapters much shorter too), probably more a look at characters than a plot filled prose. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this look at a very different Paul/Bella story. Most people start them off when Bella confronts the pack about Jacob, but it always struck me that Paul was part of the pack when Bella was found in the woods. Surely, it is possible he looked at her eyes during the rescue.