A/N. What can I say about this story? Nothing really. I can't defend it. It happened. It couldn't be stopped. It was a mudslide, a flood, a crowd on Black Friday. I won't beg you to like it because that's like asking you to like the crazy guy who stands on the corner with the sign saying "I am God," and moaning at people. But, maybe, just maybe, this story will work its way into your bones and grow on you, like leukemia. That's my hope at least.
P.S. misspellings of names are on purpose, 'cause it's AU.

My name is RenneEsme Kullen.

Apparently I'm crazy.

I shivered and wrapped my arms tighter around myself. If I ever got out of this god-damned place I was walking myself strait to the nearest shrink and demanding that they lock me away. I was going to tell them all that I was just as bat-shit as my bat-shit mother. They could even send me to the same facility as her, since she got out a few months ago. Good thing too, or they'd have to add homicidal to my psychosis. And that's exactly what it had to be, psychosis. Who the fuck else wakes up in the middle of a forest, surrounded by goo, and completely fucking naked?

Not just naked, nekkid. Nekkid and hairless. God-damned hairless. Everywhere. I didn't even have eyelashes. Something I was ruing right then as the rain ran into my eyes unhindered. Oh, and it was raining. I was naked, hairless, in the middle of a forest, covered in some kind of greenish-brown goo, and it was raining. Did I mention I had no idea where the fuck I was?

Yeah, there's that, too, which just added fodder to my "I'm insane" theory. Really, who wakes up in the middle of the forest with no memory of how they got there. And, I don't mean kind of fuzzy just-coming-off-a-binge/trip kind of no memory, I mean there's-nothing-the-fuck-there no memory. I shivered again and huddled under a pine tree.

The few memories I did have also added to my crazy theory. These were fuzzy, but identifiable at least. I thought I remembered my car breaking down. Not just breaking down, stopping. Everything stopped, the lights, the radio, everything. I coasted over to the side of the high way and pulled out my phone, it was dead. The gps in my car was dead too. Outside everything seemed really quiet. Seeing no one I opened the door and stood up. There was a bug like buzzing sound and a sharp pain in my neck. I felt someone grab my arms.

I remembered being strapped down, the smell of ammonia, lots of bright lights. English in heavy accents, and one Canadian one. I remembered pain in my back so powerful it bowed my body and made me scream.

Then I remember waking up as I was. Around me in a perfect 50 foot radius was nothing. Well, not quite nothing, there was an odd green-grey goo covering the flat ground. In fact, it made up the ground as well. As I tried to stand, and failed, it turned out the stuff was more than a foot deep. The rain stopped, the sun came out, and I finally found the will to move. I felt like a newborn colt, I couldn't seem to get my legs under me for the longest time and when I did my walking was more of a wobble than a stride. Then, at the edge of the circle of goo, the world turned back to forest again. I tried not think of how I'd gotten in the middle of it.

Freaked out doesn't even begin to cover how I felt.

I wandered for a long time dazed and frightened, mostly in shock, before it occurred to me that I might need to find a way to survive. I knew that when I was being briefed for camping as a kid the rangers would always say that the best thing to do was stay where you were. They said most people who survived getting lost did so because they didn't run around all. They stayed. Well, considering the circumstances and my present conditions I couldn't find a reason to go back.

I continued on, and before long my feet and legs, soft as a newborn's, were covered in welts and cuts. A wild forest on un-calloused skin is not a gentle thing. The few times I did speak it was to curse, declare myself insane, and curse my birth my mother. How the fuck did I get myself into this?

Finding shelter was easy enough, the trees were huge and the ground was heavy with fallen logs and vegetation. And, don't get me wrong, I'm smart. At least as smart as my mom, and she's scary smart. A few evergreen branches, a few pieces of fern and I had myself an adequate shelter for the night. I didn't stop me from spending the entire time shivering. It didn't stop the gnawing hunger in my stomach. Damn. I felt like I'd never eaten.

Day two and I considered eating the bugs, but held off. I didn't know which bugs might be poisonous and frankly, I planned on living, even if only to get myself admitted. Or, on the off chance that I wasn't nuts and someone had done this to me, to find them and kill them. I looked down at my body and was glad there was nothing in my stomach for me to vomit. I was too thin, and my body didn't look like my own. Not even considering the myriad of scratched and bug bites I had, there was the lack of muscle definition, like I hadn't moved in months, and the lack of hair. I wondered if I had been electrocuted. I figured that might cause all my hair to fall out. Or maybe excessive radiation, but I wasn't covered in the sores that would could. I considered a lot of things, my body hadn't been shaved or some hair would have started to grow back. Had my entire body been waxed? How did my skin get so soft? Where had my scars gone.

Yeah, I didn't have any scars. The one from when I was playing baseball with my family and slid into home too hard, it was gone. The one from falling down the stairs at school, gone. The ones from crashing on my dad's motorcycle, gone. The one from forgetting to grab the oven mitts before I grabbed the casserole, gone. Hell, I didn't have any defining marks on my body at all. Every sun freckle, every mole, was gone. And, my wisdom teeth were back. How…the fuck…was that even possible?

I stumbled to the ground and dry heaved until the convulsions caused tears. The tears didn't stop until the morning.

By the morning I was convinced that I was freezing from the inside out, and I needed to find water. Water was usually downhill, water led to people, and animals. I broke a dry stick to a sharp edge and carried it with me.

Day three was walking as clouds gathered over head. I wondered where I was. The forest make up seemed vaguely familiar. My family had gone camping a lot when I was a kid. We went in Colorado, and we went in Washington. We went in Michigan, and we went in Montana. Once we even went camping in France, but that was just the once. The lushness of the vegetation; clearly a temperate rainforest, that was only in one area and by that I determined that I had to be in the Pacific Northwest. Jesus. Great. I could be in Washington, or Oregon. Hell, I could be as far north as Canada or as far south as Northern California. I passed a huckleberry bush that confirmed my suspicions. I picked a few in the hopes of quieting the pain in my stomach. Not to mention that I could be on any of four mountain ranges, which could leave hundreds of miles of untamed land before any civilization showed itself. I tried not to think about that. It was not beneficial to whatever shred of sanity I had left.

As the clouds grew darker I picked the few berries that I recognized as edible, kept walking down hill, found a stream, and began to follow it. Thunder and lightning began shortly before the rain.

I was lucky enough to hear a strike not too far from me. I did my best to run on tired, sore, bleeding feet and found a tree still smoldering. A bit of peat moss and a few dry sticks later I had myself a fire. The only fire I would have. I hid in a dirty cove on the hill near the stream, my little fire with me. That night I did my best but the fatigue got me and by the time I woke the fire was unsalvageable, mainly because there was nothing left that was try. The rain came down in sheets.

The chill pushed me to walk again, to pursue the only way I knew of surviving. I was amazed that I hadn't seen a predator, or many animals really. Perhaps I made too much noise, and perhaps sane creatures stayed in when a torrential storm was coming. But then, clearly I was crazy.

In the rain I fell a lot. It didn't matter. Days and nights blurred under the constant grey of the sky and the aching inside my stomach that no handful of berries could satisfy. The rain would lighten, then become heavy again, but it never stopped. I felt like a fish. At some point I slipped and fell down a hill, there was a sharp pain in my side, and another in my leg, but I was too exhausted, to focused on my goal, to see just how bad it was. The only advantage was the many rivulets of water running down down down. They merged, formed a stream, a creek, a body of water.

I found a river, and stumbled along its bank until it began to overflow. Then I crawled higher and continued, until it rose again. I don't know how long I went on like this, but at some point I must have lost feeling, or sense, maybe both. I'd stopped shivering.

I slipped in the mud and heavy rain water and fell into to raging river with a splash.

I have no idea how I got out of the river. Luck, ingenuity, a fucking miracle, I don't know, but I found myself lying on the shore, coughing water, gasping for air. My body wasn't cold anymore, and my head hurt and I couldn't quite focus my eyes. I felt oddly nauseous. I reasoned that I must have cracked it on one of the rocks that lined the river.

I lay there in the mud and rain for a while, unable to make myself move, unable to think, and frankly tired of trying so hard to live only to be thwarted by a damned storm.

A noise, something, caught my attention and I lolled my head to the side, opening and blinking eyelids that seemed far too heavy. It took me a minute to figure out what I was looking at, and even then I was confused. Partly because I was looking up, and at a slightly upside down angle, I couldn't seem to get my head off the ground, and partly because it seemed impossible. They were dogs. Several dogs. They growled and whined around me. Dogs were unlikely, wolves, I decided. One leaned down to sniff me. I heard the sound, tried to focus my eyes. They seemed huge, like horses. Maybe I shrank. I wondered if it was possible to shrink. Had I shrunk?

The looking and the focusing increased my headache tenfold. I would have cried if I'd had any energy left in me. My last thoughts were a hope that the wolves would go for my throat first, cut an artery, and I'd bleed out quickly. Really, if I was going to die by being eaten, I didn't want to be aware of it.

The pack looked at the body in front of them in bewilderment and no small amount of horror. It was a woman, a naked woman. Sam walked up to her slowly, quite sure she was dead, until her head rolled to the side and she slowly opened her eyes. It was then he could hear her sluggish heart beat. She wasn't dead, but she was close.

And what the hell had happened to her. She was shaved, all of her; head, eyebrows, other parts. Absolutely hairless, like an infant. And, she was covered in sores, scratches, scraps, and bug bites. Not to mention the fact that she was so skinny her hips and ribs poked out of her skin in a disturbing manner.

Sam tried to think of what they could do. They couldn't get her to Forks, even for the wolves trying to cross the river was insane, and the road was washed out.

God, he really hoped the Res. Doctor had been on call when the road washed out or this girl wasn't going to make it.

What the fuck? He heard Embry whisper in his mind.

Paul, he called.

Yeah? Paul replied, his voice sounding strained and a little sick.

Can you carry her?

Before Paul could answer Jacob already had, sounding more gruff than Sam was accustomed to, and considering what had been going on lately that was saying something.

I'll take her. Don't touch her.

Sam wondered if that was the best idea. Jacob hadn't exactly been in control of his wolf lately, and if he phased with the girl in his arms she was done for sure.

I'll do it! Jacob snapped. Then, after a minute, Don't worry.

Before anyone could say anything more Jacob had phased back to human, slipping on his soaked cut offs, before trotting over to the once again unconscious girl and picking her up with surprising gentleness. Then he was off like a shot through the underbrush, heading in the direction of La Push.

The pack turned back and began to follow him.

Hey guys, Quil piped up, I think, do you think…Jacob just.

Fuck, said Paul, maybe. Wouldn't that be the fly in his ointment.

No kidding, said Embry, But he couldn't have…

Let's hope not. Sam finally added, hoping to stop this gossip fest before it truly began, but if he did we'll deal with it. Now run. First one home gets an extra steak at dinner tonight.

With a happy yelp the wolves took off towards Emily's kitchen.