Warning: The following contains foul language. If you're a snotty Christian, please do the rest of the world a favor and fall on a sharpened crucifix.
Disclaimer: I don't own shit. Self explanatory.
Summary: Foolin' with a Jacob/Emery pairing. I am the destroyer of innocence.
Yin Yang
"WHAT?!" Jacob stumbled back from the kitchen table. Sam's words hit him like a splash of ice water in the face. "W-Imprin-Bu-I'm not-I CAN'T…"
Sam was great at keeping a straight face, masking his emotions. This moment was no exception. "Jacob, think outside the box for a second. Think of the opportunities."
Jacob looked at Sam incredulously. "Are you insane?!"
Sam stood, gripping the table with ease. "Just think about it, Jacob."
Jacob watched Sam walk out the door. He barely was able to keep his anger under control. Such an odd imprinting. That would be what the rational side would say. But he was angry. He knew, deep inside, that this was it. This was something to seal his fate forever. Bella…
Jacob sunk his fingers into the counter and tried to get his anger under control. It wasn't fair, it just WASN'T fair. Why should we follow some stupid tradition? He took a deep breath and counted. Billy wheeled in from the living room.
Billy stood a little away from Jacob. He sighed and looked closely at his son.
"Oh, Jacob…"