Hey everyone~ This is my first story for ! Wooz! Tell me what you think... PLEASE?!?!

Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight, or anything else, Bella wouldn't be a vampire right now... And I would have 'oodles and 'oodles of cash.

Bella coughed, reaching for the phone. It had been three days since she had gone to the movies with Jacob. That was, in theory, certainly enough time for whatever Jacob caught, that is to say whatever virus was going around at the time to infiltrate her immune system and come on full force.

"Hello." A voice on the other end of the phone said. Bella almost started to talk, but she realized, that for what must have been the gazillionth time in a row, she had reached the Black's answering machine.

She hung up and dialed again. The same semi-robotic 'Hello' greeted her, and Bella hung up again. She did this at least seven or eight more times. She was just about to give up when a voice similar to the automated machine she had been battling for what seemed like ages picked up.

"Bella, please stop calling. I can tell Jacob that you called but I highly doubt her get back to yo-"

Bella drifted off as the crippled Quileute dove into the same spiel he had been feeding her for the past few days.

For some reason, Bella's mind was preoccupied with Sam's cult…

Why? Why on earth was she thinking of them? Why now when she was confined to her bed like a prisoner to his ball and chain. Why now when Charlie was out of the house for another two weeks?

Not that she needed him or anything! It was just nice to have him check on her more than once a day. Stupid cell phones. Why couldn't the companies install towers in the forest? Was it really that difficult to-

"Bella, did you hear me?" Billy asked from the other end of the phone.

"Nothing I haven't heard in the past three days." Bella mumbled. Not realizing that she had spoken aloud and not in her head she continued to say, "Billy I called to ask when Jacobs fever broke."

Billy, still slightly taken aback by what Bella had aid, took a moment to collect himself and come up with a response to Bella's question that would not jeopardize any of his 'confidences'.

"Bella, I'm almost cirt-, no I'm positive you don't have what Jacob has," he quickly corrected himself "had."

"I know." Bella sputtered, unsuccessfully trying to stifle a wet, mucus filled cough. "Jacob said something like that too. But I really want to know when it broke"

Billy took a deep breath, this girl was not going to give up, was she? "Bella, hun, Why is this so important? I'm sure your fever isn't that bad. I mean, if you have what's going around, your fever won't even hit 102. I'll bet your, what, 101?" Billy guessed.

"107.8." Bella said shrugging. It didn't even phase her that her brain should have been meting at her current temperature.

And though Bella couldn't appreciate that fact, Billy was fully aware of it.

Billy dropped the phone and Bella could vaguely hear him shouting for Jacob to get his ass into his Rabbit and drive to Forks. Jacobs shouted something back to his father, but the static of the phone blocked him out.

Then Billy picked up the phone, his voice was frantic and quick. He was saying something about Jacob coming up to check on her and that her fever was 'still probably nothing'. But Bella couldn't make out any of it. The static of the phone was just too loud.

So loud, in fact, that it started to cloud her vision; as though it were no longer content just to make her deft.

The last thing Bella heard before the insatiable static took what little was left of her eyesight, and all that was left of her preoccupied brain was Jacobs Rabbit firing to life.

And then she was out.

Jacob flew down the highway like a bat out of hell. He would be in Forks within ten minutes if he kept on driving like this.

He wasn't worried about a speeding ticket, after all, Billy was good friends with all of the officers, and if that didn't work, he could always fall back on his relationship with Charlie.

Charlie. Bella's dad. Bella… All Jacob knew was that Bella was running a dangerously high temperature. He couldn't recall the exact number, only that it was way to high for her to be alive, let alone conscious.

A thought surfaced that he could get to her faster if he phas-. Jacob cut the thought off before it could even form. It was to alien, too bizarre. What he was… What Bella could… No. No, it was too impossibly terrifying to be true.

Jacob turned the music up on his old Rabbit. Then he turned it up some more. And again, some more in an effort to drown out his own thoughts. Then he threw the dial to max in a fit of frustration.

That seemed to work for about three or four minutes. Then his speakers let out a booming "THERBHR" as they blew out.

"Fuck it all to hell!" Jacob screamed at his lifeblood, his pride and joy, as a vital part of it died.

Jacob briefly saw a flash of red appear before his eyes, and noticed that he was shaking, so he forced himself to calm down.

Two minutes after doing so, he arrived at his destination. Bella Swan's home in Forks, Washington.

So hey, I'm gonna be in OR for the next week and won't be updating for the entire time I'm there, but I promise I'll have lots for all of you good little reviewers to read when I do get back! See you in a week!