Hi all! This is my first ever attempt at fan fiction, so please be gentle with my delicate soul. Hope you enjoy!

I don't own anything - as if I could be that lucky.

Jacob's POV

"Something's wrong with Nessie." I didn't bother to dredge up a greeting as I walked into the cottage through the kitchen door. Edward would have heard my thoughts for the last quarter mile, so there was no need.

I'd left Nessie at the front door of the Cullens' main house. She and Rose we up to something girly for the day, and I was definitely not invited. She'd ran ahead of me when we'd reached the edge of the trees with a wave and a "see ya" tossed over her shoulder.

She never touched me anymore. I missed feeling her thoughts course through me, telling me how she felt about every little thing. I used to know her mind better than she knew it herself. Until a year ago, when things had started to change. Now there was barely any touching at all – and definitely no hand-to-skin contact.

It was freaking me out. After years of her running up to me after an hours absence, giving me a play-by-play of everything I'd missed, and then just hanging out in my arms for as long as she could get away with, the new unspoken personal space rule had me anxious.

Edward's eyebrows had pulled together, following my disjointed thoughts as I ran through all the times she had actively avoided touching me.

"I haven't noticed any strange behavior. And her mind is as calm as ever. Perhaps this is just part of her development."

"That's just it! She's a teenager. She shouldn't be calm!" I turned from my erratic pacing to see him smirking at me. I collapsed onto one of the stools at the kitchen island with a sigh that bordered on a growl.

"So you want her to have mood swings and temper tantrums again?" He asked as he sat across the island from me, his voice still holding the edge of the smirk. I let my head fall onto my arms on top of the counter.

The sad thing was, I did. Just before the personal bubble from hell grew around her, she had been in full drama queen mode. She would be angry and petulant one second, joyful and childish the next, followed by heartbreaking sobs as she cried in my arms about never being normal. It was awful, but at least she'd been in my arms. This… calm? This was torture.

I felt the air move slightly around me and looked up to see Bella putting a plate of cinnamon rolls in front of me. I tried to grin up at her, but the look on her face told me it fell short. I grabbed a roll and stuffed it whole into my mouth.

"Ew, Jake. Chew please."

"Jacob, I'm not sensing anything in her mind that you need to be worried about. This is probably just a phase. Teenagers get distant."

I wanted to pump him for information, ask what she was thinking, if I'd done anything wrong, if she was upset with me. But I couldn't. If she wanted privacy, I would respect that. I would give her what she needed, no matter how much I missed her.

"Anyway, Jake, we're glad you're here. There's, uh, something else we need to discuss with you."

I looked back at Bella when she spoke and froze. There was a strange edge to her voice and she wouldn't meet my eyes. She opened her mouth to say something else, but closed it again after a few seconds when nothing came out. She shot Edward a pained expression.

Huh? What could we possible need to discuss? Edward nodded at her before turning to look at me, obviously preparing to continue where she left off.

"We've been in Forks for too long," Edwards said, his eyes focused on my face. "We're all restless. Carlisle can't work at the hospitals nearby and we have to be careful going into town. People were already beginning to wonder about us. We can't allow them to begin to suspect what we are. Renesmee is almost mature, so her accelerated growth won't pose a problem to our starting over somewhere new. The family has decided it's time to move."

No. Even though I knew he was listening, pulling the thought out of my head I couldn't stop repeating over and over, drowning out the last his words. No no no. You can't.

"You can't take her away from me."

The words came out so choked I wondered if he would've understood if he hadn't been in my mind as well. I felt my hands begin to shake, something they hadn't done in years, the phase bubbling right below my skin.

"No one is going to take her from you Jacob." Bella finally met my eyes as she spoke. She actually looked shocked.

"What the hell does that mean? You're leaving – how is that not taking her!" I could feel the panic rising in my chest, and her words were doing nothing to push back the burn beneath my skin. I stood up too quickly, sending the stool crashing to the ground with a crack. I tried to calm my breathing, but the gasps kept accelerating and my vision was tinting red.

Bella reached out to touch my arm, but stopped halfway there, probably deciding that a vampire's soothing touch might not be the best thing for me right now. Edward reached over and gathered her hand in his. He couldn't do this to me. I thought we had developed a... friendship of sorts. Nessie was my world, my everything, and he was just going to run away with his perfect little family and leave me to - Hell no! I would chase after them anywhere, I could follow them wherever they took her. He said something I couldn't hear through the roaring in my ears. Scowling, he tried again, louder this time.

"Jacob, stop panicking. We had always assumed you would come with us."

Renesmee's POV

Damn it. Brown sugar.

I lifted my face into the wind coming from the direction of cottage I'd grown up in and let the slight fragrance of brown sugar wash over me.

He was here.

I would never, no matter how long my existence, forget the smell of Jacob Black. Brown sugar and rain and new grass and heaven.

I was supposed to be in Port Angeles with Rose, but after an hour at the cafe she liked I asked if she would mind skipping the movie and just going home. I hated to disappoint her, but the idea of sitting through a romantic comedy made me feel faintly ill.

I was in no shape to deal with Jacob while my father was nearby.

Hopefully Dad was too distracted by Jacob to have picked up more than my surface thoughts as I paused at the tree line a few yards from the cottage. He wouldn't be surprised by the mild annoyance at Jake's presence and the slight guilt at bailing on Rosalie, but I hoped he hadn't caught me thinking about brown sugar. Not again.

He had noticed my preoccupation with the stuff a few months ago, but thankfully he hadn't yet picked up on underlying cause. He had come back from the weekly grocery store trip that was required to keep Jake from claiming he was dying of hunger on a daily basis. The trips took longer now, as he had to drive out to Port Angeles. The family was pretending they had moved from the area and couldn't go into Forks for simple necessities anymore.

I was unpacking bag after bag as he ran them in from the car and pulled out an absolutely giant bag of brown sugar. I was staring at it as he brought in the last of the bags.

"Um, Dad? Why did you buy the world's largest bag of brown sugar?"

He looked over at me, confused by my confusion. "You've been thinking about it for the last few weeks. I assumed you just kept forgetting to ask me to pick it up."

I felt the blood drain from my face and then flood back in a flush. Shit.

"Renesmee!" He was looking at me with his eyes narrowed, obviously not a fan of my potty, er, brain.

"Sorry dad."

I was trying desperately to keep my mind blank. Trying to come up with an excuse for bizarre behavior and thoughts while trying not to think about how you're trying to come up with an excuse… and even more – trying not to think about how opening the bag would make the whole kitchen smell a little like my best friend. Nowhere near the perfect blend of my favorite things in this world that hit me between the eyes when he was actually here, but enough to freak my extremely overprotective father out when I lost control of my thoughts. Which always happened when I was with Jake.

"I was going to bake something for the pack meeting tomorrow, but I forgot. Now… I don't have time," I finished lamely.

He'd looked at me suspiciously and I had run from the kitchen singing show tunes in my head and muttering something about Alice taking me shopping.

I shook my head to chase the memory off as I neared the house. I heard a rumble of conversation from the kitchen window and change directions mid stride, heading for the front door so I could avoid… him.

"… talk to the pack. Not sure how soon…" I only caught a few words as I walked into the house and made for my room. I only just made it when I heard a stool scraping in the kitchen. Had to be Jake, as my parents made no noise unless they wanted to. He was leaving.

I gripped the frame of my bedroom window, trying to pull myself together before Dad could turn more attention to me.

I know my father loves me, that he can't help his gifts and he doesn't actively try to invade my privacy. But there was a large part of me that was, for all intents and purposes, a teenage girl. And it was worse than him having a live feed to my diary. So I had spent the last year trying perfecting the barrier in my mind - I called it my anti-Edward device.

The hormones had hit full speed ahead a few months after my fifth birthday. I had become a screaming, crying, weapon of mass emotion almost overnight. Not a single member of my family knew how to cope. And, though I knew intellectually what was going on - several years of chemical imbalance being smashed into a few months - I was more freaked out than any of them. Except for Edward. He just about lost his mind trying to fix everything that I had a problem with. Which, to a teenage girl, meant everything.

So I would run to Jacob - my best friend, my shelter in the raging storm of hormones. He wouldn't try to fix. He let me be me, mess that I was. He had this scary ability to always be exactly what I needed.

Until the Fateful Day, which had achieved capitalized status in my mind in the rare moments I permitted myself to think about it - moments far away from my father. That was the day I realized three very important facts, of which I was completely certain. First, I was utterly and irrevocably in love with Jacob Black. Second, I was going to loose him forever someday. Because, third, he would never feel the same way about me.