Authors Note:

Hi everyone.

So this is my first ever fan fiction and I'd like to mention a few things:

First, I am Team Edward all the way and I wrote this because a friend of mine (who is Team Jacob) spent a lot of time complaining about Jacob and his imprint. So I have rewritten that part of Breaking Dawn!

Second, I'm Australian so if you find that some grammar and spelling is different, blame the language, not me!

Third, a disclaimer: Jacob is not mine, but belongs to the genius, Stephenie Meyer. Alyssa, however, is completely mine (but is most certainly not me!).

And finally, review! I'd like to know what others think of my writing!

So I think that is it. I hope you like my short story about Jacob and his soulmate!

Chapter One: Unexpected

I started to wander back towards the car but stopped halfway across the park. What good would it be to go back to the car, I had nowhere to go. I sat down on a park bench surrounded by girls who are not the one and played with the car keys as I lose all sense of time. What might have been minutes, or hours later, I hear some couple having a fight, I try to block to out, but the mumbling continues.

Why can't I just be left alone, is it not bad enough that the girl I love is practically already dead and I can't do anything to stop it, now I need to listen to some couple fighting! No I refuse to take this.

It takes me a minute to collect the energy to stand up and walk over to the fighting couple. I walk slowly towards them, a man and a girl. I can see that the man is taller and significantly broader than the girl, but all I can see of the girl is that she is very small; perhaps she's only a child. As I get closer I realize that the man is grasping the girl's wrist whilst she tries to break free.

"Listen James, you're a nice guy, but I just want to be friends" the girl's voice doesn't match or statue, or the assumption that she's really young.

"Alyssa, I like you a lot and we will be together" the way he said it sends a ripple through me, though why I can not fathom; it's like this girl doesn't have a choice in the matter. I can see that the man's hold on the girl's wrist has tightened and the girl gasps as a crack comes from under the guy's hand.

This is too much, I step up behind the girl, "Let go of her" I snarl through my teeth, but my voice sounds weird- like I've been crying or something- not the image I want this guy to have.

"Hey dude, this is none of your…" the guy turns and looks up the 6 ft 8 inches of my statue and his jaw drops open with a click, but his hand is still tight around the girl's wrist. I can feel the girl trembling where she is standing in front of me, although I keep my eyes glued to the guy's hand around her slim wrist.

"NOW."

I can't help wondering why I'm so angry; I don't know this girl from Eve. Maybe, I thought, if I can save this girl it would help alleviate some of the pain for losing Bella, maybe this guy reminds me just a little too much of my own feelings of loss, and I really don't like that comparison. Either way I was mad, and it was showing. The man slowly, finger by finger, removed his hand from the girl's wrist, still staring wide-eyed up at my face.

"Leave. Now."

My teeth are still grinding together but now that this guy had removed his hand from the girl some of my anger has drained out of me. James stares at me like a frozen statue for another minute before turning to disappear in the opposite direction, but not before throwing a meaningful look towards the girl as if to say, this isn't over.

I turn to walk back to my bench, and the grief that has consumed me for the past few hours, weeks, months, when I noticed that the girl, Alyssa, is now trembling violently, clutching her left wrist to her chest.

"Hey, listen, can I drive you to a doctor or something, I think it's broken."

Why do I want to help this girl, do I feel a little responsible for her broken wrist? Maybe. Or maybe my good-guy side is rearing it's helpful head where it definitely isn't wanted.

"Sure, um, that would be good," and with those words I'm once again struck by how mature her voice is; I still can't see her face but her voice suggests that she's older than her frame suggests.

I start walking without another word assuming she will follow; I have better things to worry about than my manners, or what some stranger thinks about me.

When I reached the car it took me a moment to realize that Alyssa had stopped to stare at the bloodsucker's car.

"Wow! This is your car?"

I still can't see her face and with a jolt I realize that the problem is that she's so tiny, her head would only reach the bottom of my ribcage if she stood right beside me.

She's standing there waiting for an answer to her question and it took me a minute to decide I'd better answer, "No, it's just something I borrowed. Do you know anything about cars?" I have this sudden urge to make her feel comfortable as she starts carefully climbing into the passenger seat, her left hand clasped tight to her chest. Why should it matter if she's comfortable near me, I'll just drop her at a hospital somewhere then… what? Head back to Forks to watch Bella die? What other choice do I have?

"Nadda. But I can change a tyre."

I can hear the smile in her voice as I get in the car, but I still can't see her face, only her dark hair, falling straight past her shoulders. I turn the key in the ignition and the engine roars to life before I realize that the girl is having trouble getting her seatbelt on with only one hand. With a sigh I lean over to help, she definitely doesn't have the body of a child. I push the belt into the buckle with more force than really necessary and my curiosity gets the better of me, or maybe it's an unconscious pull, and I look up at her face, into her eyes.

I know that her lips are moving but I can't hear her thanks because at that moment I see her, what I'd been looking for all day. But it's more than that; I can feel her, like the only thing left to me in the world. Suddenly I feel whole, like I'd been walking around as only half a person but never realized until my other half found me. Until she found me. All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings to a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was- my love for the dying girl in the arms of her bloodsucker, my love for my father, my loyalty to my new pack, the love of my other brothers, my hatred for my enemies, my home, my name, my self- disconnected from me in that second- snip, snip, snip- and floated up into space. But I was not left drifting. A new string held me where I was. Not one string but a million. Not strings but unbreakable steel cables. A million steel cables all tying me to one thing- to the very centre of the universe. I could see it now- how the universe swirled around this one point. How hadn't I seen the symmetry of the universe before, it was plain. The gravity of the Earth no longer tied me to the place I sat. It was the girl sitting next to me in my enemy's car, the girl with the chestnut eyes set in an oval face that held me here now.

Suddenly those mesmerizing eyes began to fill with tears and I realized that as I looked at her my arm had unconsciously reached out a hand to touch her, accidentally grasping her damaged wrist. Seeing the pain in her eyes I suddenly remembered my task that a few minutes ago seemed unwarranted, now was a life or death situation, now I wanted to stay with her, indefinitely. I threw the car into reverse so quickly and forcefully that I almost broke the gear shift, pulled out of the two handicapped spaces I was parked across, and started speeding down the main street following the signs to the hospital.