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I completely apologize for my hiatus this summer! I chalk it up to moving troubles and getting settled. I just moved to Washington, D.C., and let me tell you it was NOT an easy transition! So I thank anyone that's stayed with me all throughout my FanFiction career!
So anyway, I have no clue what to write next in Little Things, and right now a story has been like eating away at my brain to write!
It's another Seth fic…Well…Seth-centric, I should say…And, um, yeah! It switches from a third person point of view to a Seth point of view every other chapter. It takes place about a year or two after Breaking Dawn, and I have all the normal Twilight characters in it (Yes, even Renesmee and Bella…). I'd love to tell you what this story is about, but I think that you guys should read and see for yourselves! If I get a positive feedback, I'll keep going, all the while keeping a followup of Little Things (And maybe In My Head…?)
So! Without further ado! This, my friends…Is…Chasing Cars!
~SashaFierce12.0
Chapter One
Carlisle didn't sigh often. I mean, he was a vampire after all, but…This time was different. Over the past seven months, it had seemed like sighing was something his body did often. Which was…strange, to say the least.
He stood for a long time at the door to the room in the top far left corner of his house, staring at the young man on the bed. He gripped his clipboard tightly in his hands, on the verge of breaking it. He looked down at his feet and then back up at the beeping heart monitor and whirring ventilator.
Finally, he told his feet to walk forward and take a seat at the side of the bed. He set his now bent and cracked clipboard on the side table and clasped his hands together, leaning his elbows on his knees.
"There's…Nothing more I can do," he whispered, almost inaudible.
He felt a part of himself die inside. In his hundreds of years of living, this had never happened to him. There had always been something. Whether he could fix them up with a hospital visit, or…change them.
But he'd promised the young man's mother; he wouldn't get to that point. And if he did…?
He still wouldn't change the boy.
The problem with this case was…The child was simply, to put it simply, heartbroken. Before this happened to him, he was depressed and lonely and grieving the death of his imprint. Carlisle didn't understand; the boy had seen it coming.
His love had had a terminal cancer; she was set to die at a young age, anyway. Besides, the comatose state the boy was in was brought upon by himself. Carlisle didn't have to help him. Carlisle could have turned him away and let him die right there on those rocks at the cliffs. Carlisle could have-
No. It wasn't in his nature; this boy was like another son to him. He loved him, Esme loved him. Hell, even Rosalie loved him (and you know she doesn't just take to anybody). The whole Cullen family, and Jacob's pack loved the young man to death. No matter what he did…or done. What he…What he had said…
Leah was a strong, tough one. She'd shown no emotion this whole period of time the young wolf had been in this state. But Carlisle could sense her pain; anyone could. She was a good hider, though. That girl knew how to put on a face.
Carlisle let out another sigh and brushed back the tuft of hair on the young man's head.
"Seth…" he began, and looked up at the wolf's vital signs.
Not good. Never good.
"Seth, I'm so sorry," Carlisle choked back a dry sob. "I'm…I'm so, very sorry, my boy. I've done everything I can…I hate to say it, but…"
Carlisle wanted to stall; tell Seth stories and funny memories to try and wake him up. But it wasn't working. Seven months his brothers and sister tried to do it.
"Son, you're dying."
Carlisle bit back more sobs as he said this. He hated to say it. It…This had never happened to him. Never. Never in his life.
He got up, composed himself, and left. He couldn't say anymore. It made him too emotional.
"Jakey, Grandma made food! Come eat with me!" Renesmee's tinkling voice rang through the big space downstairs.
"Hold on, Renesmee," Jacob said tenderly, looking down at her with love and adoration in his eyes. She grinned and ran back to the kitchen.
Jacob looked back up at Carlisle, who in turn looked away.
"Oh, god," Jacob whispered. "There's-"
"No," Carlisle cut him off. "I'm going to turn the machines off in a few hours."
Jacob placed a hand on his face and left it, dragging it down after a few moments. He blinked back sudden tears and growled.
"I'm going to call his mother to talk it over." Carlisle grabbed the cordless phone, stepping out on the back patio to call Sue.
Jacob looked at the stairs for a long time before rushing up them two at a time. A growl grew in his throat as he stormed into the room at the top far left corner of the house. He pushed open the door and it banged against the wall before bouncing off.
Secretly, Jacob had hoped that would be enough to wake him up. But, of course, the younger wolf slept on.
"Seth!" Jacob growled.
No answer.
"Damn it, Seth, you little shit! Wake up!" Jacob growled louder. "Carlisle's gonna turn off those machines and you know what's going to happen? You're gonna die! Because nothing will be keeping you alive! Do you hear me? I said, wake up!"
It was quiet after that; aside from Jacob's heavy breathing, the uneven beeps of the heart monitor, and the ventilator.
Jacob sniffed and looked up, tightening his jaw.
"Just…Please. Don't…Don't be like your dad, okay? Don't…Don't leave us. Who knows how Leah will take it?" He laughed half-heartedly once. "Let alone your mom. Seth, kid…Keep fighting. Keep…if…when…Carlisle turns off all those machines, keep breathing. Don't give up, show us that you're still fighting somehow. Please." Jacob's voice broke.
Again, he was quiet, and he looked down, letting a tear drop off the end of his nose. He wiped it away roughly, and then his ears perked up once he heard his name.
"Jakey, don't cry! Come on, Grandma made Italian, and it'll make you feel so much better! Come on, Jakey!" Renesmee tugged on his hand, pulling him away from the door. After one last look at Seth, Jacob turned to his imprint, forcing a smile on his face.
"Okay, Nessie."
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Seth ran through the tall grass, sweet smells of wild flowers and pine filling his nose. He stopped running, looking to his right and then to his left.
He lost her…Again.
She always got away.
Suddenly, a giggle like jingle bells filled his ears. Seth perked up and looked into the brightly lit woods. He caught a glimpse of her yellow sundress before she flitted off again. He began to run towards her, getting farther and farther away from the distant yelling he was hearing.
It had been a while since he had woken up one morning in this beautiful place. He didn't know where…Or even when he was, but it didn't matter. It was a beautiful world; its only flaw the unexplained yelling he always heard in the distance. It disturbed him slightly, but he learned to get over it.
But it seemed as if the far-off yelling was getting even more and more far off with every day. A part of him wondered who it was; should he go and find it?
One time he'd tried. He'd gotten close, too. He knew he was close because the yelling was actual words, instead of just noises.
"Come on, bud! Wake up!" the yelling had said. "You can do it, come on! We need you!"
That was the day he first saw Her.
And he turned away from the faraway shouts, trying to find and catch Her.
Seth had never seen Her full face, but he knew it was beautiful. Something inside him told him so.
Every time he got close, She'd run off again; giggling and leading him farther and farther away from the yelling.
Every day, he would tell himself he was close to finding Her; give himself a since of hope and being. Because that's why he was here. To find Her.
Her giggling cut him out of his thoughts and Seth picked up speed. He was well into the forest by now, and then broke out into another clearing with a large lake.
He swallowed and slowed his steps.
Her.
Seth smiled.
She turned and grinned.
"You found me."
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Sue took in a breath.
"Are you sure?" Carlisle asked.
She looked at the moving waves on the heart monitor; getting lower and lower with each beep.
Maybe he'd live? Maybe…Maybe as soon as Carlisle turned off the ventilator, Seth would bounce back and wake up and be her perfect baby boy again. Like he used to be.
Before Ross.
God, how she loathed that girl. If she wasn't already dead, Sue would have killed her by now; for what she did to her baby.
With the hope that Seth would come out of his coma, Sue nodded, squeezing her eyes shut.
"Should I wait for Leah?" Carlisle asked. Sue shook her head.
"No. No, she'll-"
"I'm here," Leah said quietly from the door. She turned and nodded once to someone on the other side before walking in. She took a seat on the other side of her younger brother, taking his hand into hers.
"…Go ahead, Carlisle," Sue said after a few moments.
Pain filled the doctor's features, and he turned off the ventilator and took it out of Seth's mouth.
The young wolf's chest stopped moving; the ventilator had been his only air supply. It had helped him breathe.
Carlisle fought the urge to resuscitate Seth, and instead watched the heart monitor. He listened as the beeping got slower.
Sue pursed her lips and closed her eyes.
Come on, baby. Come on… She chanted in her head. Come back to us. You have time, come on…
The piercing sound of a flatline filled the room, ringing through everyone's ears. Leah shot up and ran out. Sue squeezed Seth's hand tighter, her eyes wide and her mouth open.
Carlisle placed two fingers on Seth's neck, feeling for a pulse. He took it away after a few seconds, looking at Sue.
He shook his head.
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Seth couldn't breathe.
She had taken his hands and walked with him to the water's edge before jumping into the drop off, taking him with Her.
Her long, long black hair whipped across his face as they were submerged in the water. It wrapped around his neck and choked him. She only smiled and twirled around; Her big brown eyes teasing him.
He didn't like the feeling of not being able to breathe. Seth clawed at her hair, trying to get it away from his neck. He could feel his time running out. Water was filling his lungs quickly and his heart pounded in his ears. Little by little, and ever so slowly, the hair began to fall away. But it was as if it was falling only in strands; it felt like ten thousand years to him.
He felt himself stop breathing, but still, his hands moved; trying to get the hair away.
Finally, he broke free of Her hair. Her smile faltered and he grasped his neck. He couldn't hear his heartbeat anymore, and he wasn't breathing.
She took his hand and dragged him a bit deeper. He shook his head frantically and pointed up to the surface. She looked sad, but began to drag him to it.
The closer they got, the farther the surface seemed to be. But suddenly, he was moving forward at lightening speed.
Seth reached an arm to the brightness of the sun.
He resurfaced.
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Sue still grasped Seth's hands in his, her eyes still wide and her mouth still open.
"Ms Clearwater, I'm going to need you to let go of him," Carlisle said calmly. Sue didn't move. She couldn't believe it.
First Harry…Now…Now her son. Her only son.
"Sue-"
Carlisle stopped, his head jerking to Seth. The boy took in a large gulp of air, and the heart monitor began to beep again.
Sue gasped, and she dropped his hands.
Seth opened his eyes, meeting the white ceiling of the room. He stared for a long time at it. What was it? He reached up towards it slowly, finding that he couldn't touch it. His hand fell to his face; the other one going to his hair. It was past his ears, and he toyed with the ends.
He looked to his left at a tall, silver rod with a box on the top of it. Red wavy lines danced on the box, and he stared for a few seconds in wonder before looking to his right. A pale man with golden eyes and hair stared, amazed, at him.
Seth felt a growl rise in his throat. He didn't know why, but something about the man screamed danger.
In two and a half seconds, Seth was standing on the bed, growling at the man.
"Seth, we don't want trouble. I'm here to help you, okay? Now, if you'd just calm down-"
The young wolf bared his teeth and began to shake.
"Jacob!"
"Seth?"
"Seth, no!"
At the sound of his name, he stopped. Seth, no. It was a heavily waited command by…By who?
He turned and looked at the door of the room. A tall, muscular man had his fists clenched. His persona screamed authority, and Seth's mouth fell open slightly. He plopped back down onto the bed, staring at him.
"My baby!" a woman cried, and he looked at her. She came forward and he scurried backwards on the bed.
"N-no," he stammered. She stopped, looking confused.
"Seth, baby, it's me! I-it's Mom!" she cried. Seth stared at her. Something about this…This Mom told him that she was loving and caring. He searched his head for any sign that he knew her on a personal note.
"M…Mom," he tried the word on his tongue. The look on her face made him want it to be familiar, but no matter how many times he ran it over in his head, he couldn't place her.
He didn't know her.
And, come to think of it…
Seth looked at each of the people in the room one by one.
…He didn't know anyone else, either.
OH OH OHHHHH! Guys, I really hope you like this. I mean, it's taken so long just to get a computer to type, and I'm so excited for this story like you don't even know!
Please please PLEASE review! Favorite and Follow, too! Cause, people, that means the WORLD to me!
~SashaFierce12.0