Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight in any way! Stephanie Meyers is the proud owner and Mother of the Twilight Saga. I only own Dearheart Lucy Crow and her Mother, Bobbie Ann-Marie Crow. Oh, and Momma Lucy Crow.

A/N: I know it's the same title I used before but, I completely remade it. Hopefully, it's to every ones liking this time. By the way, it's set a couple months before New Moon. So, we get to see through Dearheart's eyes when Jacob first joins the Pack.

And please excuse the shortness and enjoy! Will be longer in the next one! :)

Dearheart and her Mother were moving to La Push, Washington to live with her Grandmother, Mahaila on the Quileute reservation. There were three reasons why they were moving. One, her Father just died of a heart attack so, new start on their lives. Two, because her Grandmother was living alone, despite the fact that people she knew were always helping her. And three is the most interesting. Bobbie reconnected with an old friend over the phone, thanks to Grandma giving him the number. Billy Black.

Turns out that she always loved him but, he was with his Wife at the time so.. She left the reservation after meeting someone from New York, an Accountant by the name of Curtis Teal. Even though Billy was married, he still missed Bobbie, not knowing that he did love her as well. Until that phone call and heard her voice for the first time in sixteen years.

Now, they just got off the plane and were in a cab, on their way to the house.

"I didn't realize how much I missed coming here.." Dearheart mused, looking out the window at the trees and mountains. When she was very little, she and her Mom would visit so she would be close to her Grandma and know her heritage. That and how the women in their family took the position of being the Medicine Woman.

Cliche, I know but yes. Momma Lucy is the tribe's current Medicine Woman while her mom is going to learn more to take over. And of course, the teachings will be past down to Dearheart to keep the tradition alive.

"Same here, Doe" Bobbie agreed, only using that nickname when she was nervous. It was Doe because of the dear in her name, since when she was in kindergarten, the teacher would spell it Deerheart. To poke fun about her being Native American.

Turning her head towards her mother, the sixteen year old black haired girl could see the nervousness. Laughing softly, she shook her head.

"Mom, everything is going to be fine. Billy is still going to like you. He's not going to ru.. Uhh, roll away." She told her, trying to make things better. Seems like it worked when she corrected herself after remembering that he was in a wheelchair.

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one he saw wearing a yellow cropped top with fringe and a black leather mini skirt, going to a KISS concert back in the 80's. I look way different now." Her Mother said back, laying her hand on her forehead causing her child to laugh.

"You're still as pretty now as you were back then." And with those words, that ended that conversation. Well, not until Dearheart was told about the son, Billy Black that's her age, Jacob.

"Billy says that he's the spitting image of him when he was in his prime." Bobbie told her in a sing a long voice.

"Mom.. Why don't we get to Mommas. Settle in and then I'll survey the local boys, okay?" She said while giggling. Her pale bronze skin reddened a bit across her cheeks because she couldn't believe that her Mother, of all people, was trying to set her up.

Thanks to her mother's strong Quileute blood, Dearheart hardly inherited any traits from her father. Well, she got the curls from the Scottish side but, that's about it. Her hair is jet black with eyes to match when angry. On a every day basis, they're stable. Her cup size was close to a D like her Moms, being only a C cup. And her skin is a light tan shade.

Anyway, the rest of the ride was pleasurable. Minus her mother's endless bouncing right leg, but that was because she was nervous.

Dearheart and Bobbie got to the reservation and to the brick house that her Grandmother lived in. Only to be in shock and utter surprise. With Momma Lucy on the porch, the young teenaged girl stared at the sight in front of her. Standing in front of the house, was the entire tribe.

Hey everyone!

I know that I have another Twilight fic with Alec/oc but, I had to bring this back!

Just a little different then before. No vengeful Vampire abusive ex boyfriend. I'm going to follow the true story line but through the eyes of Dearheart.

Anyway, I hope you liked it and the next part shall be up soon! Love ya!

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