Disclaimer: All rights and characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. Nothing is mine but the creativity and storyline.

WARNING: This is MAJOR New Moon AU. If you are Team Edward or an Edward/Bella shipper, I HIGHLY suggest you close this page down now. For those Team Jacob or Jake/Bella shippers reading this – enjoy! :D

* –writing– = Crossed-off


What if Bella had never jumped?

If Bella had never jumped, then Alice wouldn't have seen her die. Then Edward wouldn't have had to call to check in. Then Jacob wouldn't have answered and told him that Charlie was arranging a funeral. Then Edward wouldn't have gone to the Volturi. Then Bella would never have had to leave.

Then Bella and Jacob would have ended up together.

Well in this story – Bella never jumped.


Bella,
Words can't describe how I feel for you
If I was to sum you up in one word it would definitely

Jacob sighed once again, his hot breath fanning out the millions of paper before him – some crumpled into little balls, some ripped up into little pieces, some just laying about; all with black ink violently scratched out over the page.

The only word that seemed to remain un-defaced was her name – Bella.

Thinking the name only made him sigh again, this time a different sigh. The previous had been of frustration, a fierce frustration. But the second had been different. More different than anyone could imagine.

He had had a long time to think about it. A couple of months, exactly. Months of gruelling training, of frightening experiences and self-exploration. Because just before those couple of months, he'd thought he'd known exactly where his future was heading.

He'd thought of it many times. They'd crop up in his dreams – his most fantastic dreams – and be the first thing he thinks of in the morning and the last thing before his head drops to the pillow. It had been the same every time, with no alterations whatsoever. It felt so real. So real that when he woke up, that little wave of devastation would crash over his system just long enough for it to be replaced with the same blissfulness he'd felt in the dream. For he would realise; a dream that felt that real – it had to come true.

It had to.

There he would stand, Jacob Black, large and proud. The superiority radiated from his every pour as if it had been there from birth. But it wasn't an intimidation or an act of arrogance – it was just him. Jacob Black, with the wrinkles aging around his eyes and the corners of his mouth. With his still-strong hands, balled into fists at his sides, turning his aged face up towards the sun while the soft wind bellowed out his long, grey hair behind him. He was the perfect image of his father, Billy Black.

The sun seemed to be just setting, and the sky burned an amazing orange-red colour, with the pink clouds floating around like candy-floss. He could feel the wind – smell it, also – even in his dream-state. It was amazingly real.

Then his head would turn eastwards, and another figure would come into view.

Her.

His heart started hammering against his chest, the same way it did every time he saw her. But although he felt nervous enough around her to carry a brown paper bag in his back pocket, he was still confident enough to be himself. To crack jokes and make her smile – laugh, along with her.

Dream-Jacob's face broke out into a dazzling smile upon seeing her. It lit up the day even more than the quickly setting sun did from behind them. The figure walked up to him, until finally coming out of its silhouette form and into full-view.

She seemed to take his breathe away.

But as he inhaled sharply, his dark, heavy eyes still danced with their excitement and thrill. It still reflected the young-Jacob, the Jacob desperately trying to write love-letters to the one woman who had thoroughly taken his heart for her own. And she was stood there. Before him.

Isabella Black. His wife.

As much as the lines around her face indefinitely aged her, both her hair and eyes seemed to hold onto their chocolate brown colour, without a grey or dim-colour in sight. It still reflected the young-Bella, the Bella who had desperately tried to get hold of her best friend, young-Jacob, who refused to talk to her, as much as it wretched at his thumping heart.

She was beautiful. She was his.

The smile that broke out across her aged face echoed Jacob's perfectly. Even with the smallest of acts, anyone could see that they were meant to be together.

Dream-Jacob extended his muscular arm and offered his large hand to his wife. Dream-Bella took it, unhesitant, and stepped up to join her husband. Their hands remained entwined by their sides, and they both gazed up into the now-pink sky.

The colour was fading. The dream was ending soon.

But just then, a loud giggling was heard from not too far away. And then another set, overlapping the first. Until finally, three sets of giggles began to grow closer, louder, out in the trees. Then Jacob felt another rush of emotion overcome him, but it wasn't of frustration or the enormous love he felt for Bella – it was a love even greater than that, a love that kept him firmly rooted to the ground. It was beyond Bella; it was better than that. Better than Bella.

Just as the questionable voice began to sound in Jacob's head (what in the world could be better than Bella?) the unsounded question was answered when three, small children came bowling out from the forest towards them; the giggling figures unmasked once again.

The bubble of surmounting love burst in his chest and filled his whole body as he recognised the giggling children as his own – his and Bella's.

And then he knew them. He recognised them as if they had been stored away in his heart for a very long time. Because of course he knew them. And he already loved them.

His two, strapping sons, both with his dark, long hair and tall stature. It was as if he was looking into a mirror, back at himself. They were exactly like him. The exact copy of who – what – he used to be. He would have perhaps mistaken them for twins if there hadn't been a significant change in height. His tallest son, also, seemed to have a full set of small teeth, while his other son was missing his two front ones. And considering as the eldest was a few years older and a little more matured, Jacob knew exactly that he would be a second Billy Black as he grew older.

But as he peered into the face of his younger son, he saw a hint of his mother in there, and his memory flashed back. His eyes could have pricked up with tears if he wasn't so defeated with joy.

Both his sons wrestled playfully, rolling around on the floor in such a way that it reminded him of the way he used to wrestle with his brothers.

But then he saw his third child. His daughter, her skin glowing a lighter colour than her brothers that it could have only been inherited from Bella. And her eyes so chocolate brown that he was certain that if he looked to his wife he would see the exact pair of eyes staring back at him. But her hair wasn't ask dark as his, but darker than Bella's. It was somewhere in-between, and that just made the overpowering love even stronger. And it was full of springy curls, mimicking her grandfather Charlie's.

He knew, right then, that this wasn't the end. This was the beginning of his life with Bella.

The beginning of forever.

And then, the image seemed to fade away, his children's giggles fading off into the distance, taking all the colour and any feeling of bliss away with it, and the last thing he could feel was the gentle squeeze of the hand from his wife – before his eyes opened and sorrow overtook his system.

He growled between his teeth and ferociously crumpled up the piece of paper he had been writing on before throwing it across the room, and taking the last sheet of paper he had from the other side of the desk and writing the much-longed-for words on it.

Bella,
Whoever said that you have to imprint to love someone was lying. Because I love you, without a doubt, more than I have ever loved anything before in my life.
Jacob


A/N: Oh, dear. Nasty me, I know. Well, my first Twilight fanfic. :) Whaddaya think so far? Is it OK? Should I change some stuff? Was that Jacob-dream-stuff too fake? Or not real enough? Or... what?

Um... I'm not sure whether I should keep this as a WONDERFUL one-shot or take it farther into a chapter-story... But if I was to make it a story I'm not sure what to write. I'm WAY better at one-shots, so... Hmm... What do you guys think? Story? Or keep as one-shot?

But if you decide you want it a story, PLEASE, PLEASE message me what you would want the storyline to be. It would be MUCH appreciated, and I will give you credit for your idea! :D

Review, please! And Jacob will visit you in your dreams tonight! He he.

Kelly xxx