I love the Twilight series! But I always wondered what would happen if Bella hadn't jumped that day on the beach. When I was writing this I wanted to meld Stephenie Meyers story so that they would meld together seamlessly. Many of the words belong to her. I'm just borrowing them, and her AMAZING characters. Try and spot where her writing ends and mine begins.

"I'll be at the beach", I told Billy abruptly, and hurried out the door.

Being outside didn't help as much as I had hoped. The clouds pushed down with an invisible weight that kept the claustrophobia from easing. The forest seemed strangely vacant as I walked toward the beach. I didn't see any animals- no birds, no squirrels. I couldn't hear any birds either. The silence was eerie; there wasn't even the sound of wind in the trees.

I know it was just a product of the weather, but it still made me edgy. The heavy, warm pressure of the atmosphere was perceptible to even my weak human senses, and it hinted at something major in the storm department. A glance at the sky backed this up; the clouds were churning sluggishly despite the lack of breeze on the ground. The closest clouds were a smoky grey, but between the cracks I could see another layer that was a gruesome purple colour. The skies had a ferocious plan in store for today. The animals must be bunkering down.

As soon as I reached the beach, I wish I hadn't come- I'd already had enough of this place. I'd been here almost every day, wandering alone. Was it so much different from my nightmares? But where else to go? I trudged to the driftwood tree, and sat at the end so that I could lean against the tangled roots. I stared up at the angry sky broodingly, waiting for the first drops to break the stillness.

I tried not to think about the danger Jacob and his friends were in. because nothing could happen to Jacob. The thought was unendurable. I'd lost so much already- would fate take the last few shreds of peace left behind? That seemed unfair, out of balance. But maybe I'd violated some rule, crossed some line that had condemned me. Maybe it was wrong to be involved with myths and legends, to turn my back on the human world. Maybe…

No. Nothing would happen to Jacob. I had to believe that or I wouldn't be able to function.

"Bella," I heard a small, familiar voice call from the end of the beach. My heart skipped a beat. It was Jake! Despite the distance my eyes searched his body for any signs of harm. For any sign that Victoria had touched him. There was nothing. He lopped over to the driftwood tree like this was any other morning; like he hadn't just risked his life.

Then I saw his face. It was an expression I was growing more accustomed to lately; though by no means liked. Worried, angry, relieved, sad.

"What happened?" my eyes frantically assessed his body again. He was fine. It wasn't him. Then who? A movement behind him caught my attention. Sam had broken through the trees; and now waited at the edge of the stone beach. He was too far away, but I was sure his face held the same expression as Jacobs.

"Nothing happened, Bells. She got away from us, that's all. None of us got hurt. I was just afraid that she might double back through the bay, and you've been spending so much time down here that I was worried that she might run into you. So I came here as quick as I could, Sam came as back up. Just in case." I was so relieved that I broke my boundary rules, and jumped at Jacob, throwing my arms around him and burying my face in his warm chest. Jake laughed and wrapped his arms tightly around my shoulders, resting his warm cheek against the top of my head.

"I was so worried about you. It was driving me crazy!" I knew he wouldn't like my worrying, but I also knew he would enjoy it. Jake sighed, his breath tickling the hairs on my head.

"You know you don't have to worry about me. I'm fine. I'm always fine. No worries, Bella." He sounded exasperated, but he was definitely enjoying himself. I smiled into his chest. He was an idiot, and he was going to get himself killed one of these days.

The waves crashed angrily against the stones. I started to pull out of the hug, it was feeling a little uncomfortable, but Jacob tightened his grip, pulling me closer towards his too warm body.

"Jake," I complained quietly. He released me, but grabbed my hand, refusing to let me go completely.

"I know, I know. It's fine, Bella. I'll be good." He smiled his cheeky smile, the smile that belonged to the old Jacob, my Jacob, before there was any Sam to taint his face. I couldn't stay annoyed at him when he smiled like that.

"So, what do we do now?" He was there which made me feel better, but it also reminded me of the promise he'd made. He was going to take me cliff diving. I was going to hear Edward.

But one look at Jacobs face and I knew something was wrong.

"We have to back to my house." I didn't understand. He had promised cliff diving, he was here, so was the cliff. I had planned on hearing Edward today. The whole had been festering lately, like it was getting revenge for the times that Jacobs presence had tamed it. The edges burned.

Jacob seemed torn. He didn't want to tell me what was going on. I looked behind him, searching for Sam. He might tell me. But Sam was gone. The place where he had stood, where the trees met the pebble beach, was empty. I looked back at jakes face. He was watching me with sad eyes.

"Sam's not there. He's gone to the hospital." Hospital? He said no one was hurt! Which one of Jacobs brothers had I harmed?

"Calm down Bella! We're all fine. It's… It's Harry. He was taken to hospital cause of his heart. Dad was leaving when I got there to check on you. He said that Sue thinks it's a heart attack. He was meeting Charlie there. Sam came down here to check on you, but he's gone to the hospital too."

"Harry? What? A heart attack? We have to go," I started to pull him toward the path. My truck was at the house, so we would have to go there first. Now I understood why Jake said we had to go home instead of cliff diving.

"Whoa! Wait up there, speedy! We can't go to the hospital..."

"What? Why not?" I cut him off, spinning around. What did he mean we couldn't go? I had to be there for Charlie.

"Because, both Sam and my dad told me to wait at home. So that means you too. And besides, we would just be in the way. There are enough people for Harry at the hospital already, and Charlie would just be worrying about you if we went. Dad said he'd keep us posted. So there isn't any point in going. Besides, it's way comfier at my house than in a hospital waiting room."

I knew he was right. He knew I knew he was right. Jake smiled at me. He was gloating. He loved it when he won.

Jacob headed off down the beach, this time dragging me. His warm hand securely around mine so I couldn't break free. We had reached the track that lead to the car park, and then to the road, when the first drops hit. Heavy balls of rain thudded against the ferns, pushing them roughly on their way to the ground. We had reached the road by the time it was pouring down. A solid wall of rain enclosed is in- blocking our way up the road and home.

I looked up at Jake, squinting as the rain pummelled my face, almost blinding me. A huge grin stretched across his face as he looked back at me. He started to laugh. His booming guffaw barley audible over the thunderous rain, and I couldn't help but laugh along with him.

We were soaked through before we even got a chance to move. Jake, still laughing loudly pulled me into a run. My clothes clung to my limbs. They were slowing me down. I tripped, my legs tightly confined in my jeans, landing face first in the mud. Jake stopped laughing, only for a second, before he boomed louder than before. I sat back, waiting for his fit to calm. I couldn't get anymore wet, so what was my hurry. Jacobs hoots turned into chuckles as he looked down at me, still sitting in the mud, arms crossed, an angry expression warning him of the danger he was in.

Still chuckling, he pulled me up, my clothes squelched as I moved. I was still annoyed at him, but I too was fighting the smile that threatened to break free. Jacob set off again, pulling me more carefully now. He was trying hard to stop laughing, but still a little giggle escaped through his lips every now and then.

Despite the slower pace, I still managed to fall again. We were only half way up the road, and I knew it was going to happen much more if he kept dragging me.

"We have to slow down," I yelled, trying to pitch my voice over the rain. I was sure he heard me, he had super-human werewolf hearing after all, but he looked at me like he was an idiot. I was about to yell at him again, but he suddenly burst into laughter. Before I knew it, Jacob pulled me up into his arms and sped down the road.

The rain was pelting my body, then all of a sudden it stopped, and all I could hear was Jacob laughing. We stood just inside the door to Jacobs small house, our soaked clothes dripping on the carpet. Jakes voice boomed through the small living room. I couldn't tell if it was the rain or his laughter that was making the house vibrate slightly.

"Put me down, Jacob," I folded my arms over my chest, trying to stare at him with as much force as possible. But he was still laughing so hard it was shaking me. I wondered briefly if this was what it felt like for Jake, before he phased.

"Sure, sure," he said, his laughing fit easing, as he put me on my feet. "Wait here," and he disappeared into his bedroom.

I stood in the doorway, looking around the dark house. The cramped front room seemed so empty without Billy, almost desolate. It was strangely ominous- probably because I knew where he was.

I turned to shut the door. The wind was picking up, and it was blowing rain into the house. Jake came back then, wearing a dry pair of sweatpants, his arms full of the blankets and pillows from his bed.

"There's a dry change of clothes on my bed for you. They'll be huge, but it'd the best I've got."

"I've got a change of clothes out in my truck, Jacob," I said as he walked past me and dumped the blankets on the floor by the couch.

"Yeah, but by the time you get them in here they'll be just as wet as what you're wearing now." There was really no use arguing with him, so I slipped my shoes off and trudged into his bedroom.

A pile of grey cotton sat at the end of Jacobs' bed. The room was tiny, only just having room for the bed, with a small border of floor surrounding it. I shut the door quietly as I looked around the room; then started to peel off my sodden clothes. My shirt pulled tight as it stuck to back, and I had to use all the strength I had to peel my jeans from my legs- but eventually I stood in the small space between Jacobs bed and the wall, panting, my arms full of dripping clothes.