I'm Not Edward
Author Note: This came to life because of Twilightteamjake, so this fic is for her - even if it isn't Bella/Jacob. Thanks for keeping me going. Oh, I should also point out that this is set around New Moon time, however, they know that Jacob is a werewolf because Alice and Jasper have been keeping an eye on Forks. Just thought I should explain that. T for language and general references.
[Alice always knew that this would happen, and the future never changed. From the moment she met Bella, she knew that she wouldn't be the one he chose. So, she'd let Jasper go. B/Jas]
Isabella Swan sat in her living room, watching Romeo and Juliet - staring Leonardo Di Caprio, of course - for the fifteenth time in a row. She was at the part where Juliet killed herself upon realising her lover had just killed himself - thinking her to be dead, and she was in tears - for the fifteenth time in a row. Charlie, her father, was becoming even more worried than he had been when Edward had first left and she had gone into zombie mode. He hoped Jacob would come over soon and drag her out to do something that didn't involve death, or crying.
There wasn't anything Charlie could say to make things better, but, he hoped Jacob could cheer her up a little…
**
Alice Cullen looked up at the overcast London sky, a smile touching her lips as she took out her umbrella and began to walk down the high street. People looked at her as if she were mad - it was not raining, why did she have an umbrella out? Moments later, however, small, perfect orbs of water began to tumble from the sky, gradually increasing and turning to a downpour.
It only took her a few minutes to reach the meeting point, and when she turned the corner, her smile dropped. Jasper Cullen stood outside, letting the rain soak him through, his expression stony, his body language demonstrating his mood. He wasn't happy, not at all, Alice didn't need to be able to see the future to know that much.
She sighed, she knew what was coming now, and it pained her beyond belief. Jasper was, although no one believed it, her husband. He was the person she loved more than anything, and would protect until the last standing. However, she had known for a long time that it would only last so long for her. Even if he loved her, you couldn't change a future that deeply ingrained, it had always been there, and had never changed, not in all of those years, and, had become clearer when she met them.
"Jasper," she greeted him, pressing a kiss to his lips as he bent his head to hers, it was instinct, they had been together that long. The vampires looked at one another for a moment, before the younger looked away from her amber gaze. He knew her well, he would sense if there was something wrong, and, not only that he would know she knew his path - an impasse of ability stood before them like wall. Alice sighed, sliding her fingers through her husband's, handing him the umbrella, as he was that much taller and beginning to walk along once more.
"What's wrong, Alice?" he asked calmly, blonde hair falling into his eyes; his expression unchanged, but, tender somehow. Alice knew his face so well, every detail of him ingrained in her extensive memory - forever. The female vampire knew that although she knew her husband's path it was very possible he hadn't made his choice consciously yet, very possible. However, she would not know, she was not a mind reader - unlike Edward.
"Nothing's wrong, why?" she asked, looking up at him innocently, gently touching his cheek reassuringly.
"I know something is wrong." he told her sternly, holding her attention with the look in his eyes - a mixture between concern, and anger at not being trusted with her worries.
"It's nothing important," Alice began, formulating a quick plan she had lain out in her mind of several pre-prepared for the occasion. Jasper Cullen stopped walking, wrapping his arms around the small girl's waist, a bemused smile flashing across his features.
"All the same - I'd like to know, Alice." she giggled as he pressed a kiss to her no longer beating jugular, and put her arms around his neck - pulling his closer.
"I was just…worried about the accounts."
He drew back from her, raising an eyebrow, "Why? We have enough money anyway; it's not as if we're going to go redundant."
Alice rolled her eyes, " No, silly. I meant, the business is doing so well, I was worried if we did too well it'd bring attention to us."
He laughed, shaking his head at her in amusement. "Right, but, you'd know before anyone found us anyway, non?" she smiled, carefully relaxing her thoughts to make her story convincing. She knew him so well that she could hide her emotions if she needed to now, she knew him as well as she knew herself, better perhaps.
"I worry about the others, that's all." she sighed convincingly, he grinned, kissing her again softly.
"I know you do, that's why even werewolves love you."
Alice thought of Jacob Black and grimaced, "Well, that's debatable."
"In time, Alice, you'll see."
She could not help but smirk, "Nothing but time, always and never ending, nothing to worry us over years. We have eternity." but, of course, that's was not true- even if Jasper did nod.
**
Jacob Black threw a rock angrily at the garage door and pouted. He was not pleased at all, not in the least, not an ounce, not an iota, not a pinch, or any other measurement he could think of. Bella, he was supposed to go and see Bella, but he couldn't bring himself to. Yes, he wanted to, but his internal battle was becoming confusing. He was torn between his heart - which wanted to see Bella, protect her, make her smile…and yes, when he admitted it a bit more. His brain, however, wanted to run for the hills. Not because he disliked her, because she was in love with Edward - still- and he was a werewolf….so, she had the choice of a vampire who abandoned her, or a werewolf who followed her around like a…'man' possessed. He could scream, but, he wouldn't; he would settle for throwing the small pebbles and then leave to drive to her house. He already knew his heart was going to win the battle, but, he hoped for his sanity's sake that it didn't win the war.
**
Bella opened the door, her eyes were puffy and red-rimmed, but she smiled at Jacob, gesturing for him to come in. Charlie gladly left his hiding place (also known as the kitchen, which should have been suspicious anyway as he never cooked) and greeted the tall young man.
"Bella, are you okay?" Jacob asked as soon as they had left the house.
"What?" she asked impolitely, she hadn't been paying attention to him.
"Are you okay? Your eyes are all red and shit."
Bella's hands moved to her eyes and she grimaced, "Yeah, I'm fine - I was watching Romeo and Juliet, that's all."
He shrugged, "Should I bother asking how many times?" they walked down the street together slowly, leaving the Chevy were it was for once.
"Probably not." she admitted, blushing slightly.
He chuckled, "I'm guessing it was more than once then,"
"In a row…"
Jacob's curiosity crippled him, and he grinned, "Go on, tell me."
"Fifteen." Bella sighed, hiding her face behind her curtain of hair with embarrassment.
"Holy…" Jacob whistled appreciatively. "And all this time I thought you were a softy - hardcore, girl."
Bella raised an eyebrow, "How does that make me hardcore?"
Jacob grinned, "You shouldn't have asked that. Okay, one, that's just asking for trouble when you know it makes you cry. So, hardcore for being able to see something that upsets you - glutton for punishment, much? And, two, because you know I'm going to bring it up - how much fucking sex have you watched this afternoon?"
Bella groaned, "You would only look at that, wouldn't you?"
The werewolf chuckled, "Yes."
"Don't you appreciate the poetry, the love story, the…"
"Sex?" supplied Jacob unhelpfully.
"Yes, exactly…" agreed Bella, then realised what she'd just said, Jacob was grinning like a cat "No, I didn't mean that! You know I didn't."
Jacob nodded, "It doesn't detract from the amusement factor though."
She laughed, blushing furiously but giving up on arguing. "Do you not see how beautiful the poetry of the story is though?"
Again, the young werewolf grinned, "Poetry of motion?"
Bella shot him a withering look, "You're just an uneducated sex-mad werewolf."
He cocked his head to the side and winked, "Never disagree with a compliment like that."
"Fine, whatever. But, how does watching more than once -aside from telling you I apparently only watch it for the sex, that I'm a glutton for punishment?" she asked
"One would think you'd drop this topic of conversation as you keep dropping yourself in it But, okay." Jacob commented blithely.
"You yourself said I was a glutton for punishment," she pointed out triumphantly.
Jake groaned, she was quite annoyingly good at this sometimes - when she wasn't being wimpy or moping.
"Don't, you'll give me ideas," he warned, "I'm sure you can guess what I was going to say."
Bella made a little 'oh' noise, and began to blush, "You were right."
"About what, doubting of course that you're thinking what I'm thinking?"
"We should change the topic."
"Okay, not what I was thinking…"
"Jake," Bella turned to him smiling.
"Yeah?"
"Go bleach your mind sometime."
He chuckled, "Yes, Teacher."