So, this is the beginning! Enjoy! :D

There was the flappering of post falling to the floor, shortly followed by a loud scream.

"Seth, get the door." Paul yelled from the kitchen, where he was peeling potatoes under the supervision of Emily. His hands were covered in cuts where he had peeled himself. Some were already half-healed despite the fact he had only started peeling potatoes a few minutes earlier.

Seth, clearly having only just woken up, possibly roused by Paul's yelling, staggered down the stairs, dressed only in a pair of Spiderman pyjama trousers.

"Why am I getting the door? You're the awakest one," he said blearily, wiping sleep out of his eyes.

"Because you're the youngest...and errr...Emily needs me here," Paul answered smugly, nodding at his improvised excuse.

"But I...my pyj..." Seth sighed and resigned himself to answering the door. He shuffled from the kitchen, grabbing a milk carton as he went and gulping down its contents on his way.

He wrenched the door open and leaped back as a girl fell into the house, seemingly attached to the door.

"Err, hello. I'm sorry. I think I'm stuck." She looked up tentatively, "to the letterbox."

"Oh, OK. Erm, do you want some help?" he said, offering his hand.

"Yes please, but I'm really stuck!"

He knelt down beside her and examined the situation. "Uh-oh. I think...try and wiggle it this way a bit...bit further...erm, no."

He took hold of her hand shyly and was overcome by a feeling he now recognised form the memories of his pack-brothers. He felt a weight lift from his chest that he'd never even noticed was there. His heart soared and he finally truly understood why Sam would do anything for Emily, why Quil was content running after Claire, why Jared couldn't take his eyes off Kim whenever she was in the room. He would do all this and more for the girl sprawled on the hallway carpet next to him.

He turned to her almost involuntarily. She was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen; the vampires were nothing compared to this girl he now inexplicably knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

He gulped and tore his eyes away from her face, turning back to the letterbox. He was suddenly very aware of his Spiderman-patterned trousers and bare chest.

He twisted her hand gently and as she gasped he flinched too; hating the idea he was causing her pain, even if unintentionally. "I'm sorry!" he whispered.

"Hey, what's happening in there?" Paul shouted through the open door.

"Nothing!" he replied, desperately hoping that Paul would not interfere.

His prayers were, unfortunately, unanswered, and Paul burst through the door, potato-peeler in hand. "What-?" he bounced over. "Are you-? BAH!!!" he erupted into laughter, bending over and convulsing.

"What is it, you two?" called Emily.

"You HAVE to see this!" Paul managed to shout between fits.

"No you don't!! She's fine!" Seth protested. Emily was intrigued by what sounded like a girl in pain on their doorstep, but Seth would be kind and her hands were covered in oil and herbs and she really needed to finish the chicken.

"Stop laughing Paul!" Seth complained. "I'm trying to get her out."

In one swift movement, Paul leaped forward and yanked the girls hand out of the letterbox.

"OW!" she cried and pulled it to her chest.

Seth desperately wanted to comfort her, to see if she was alright, but he needed to control himself, his vision was blurring in a horribly familiar way and his muscles were quivering. "You- you!" there was a pause as Seth attempted to find an insult worthy of heinous crime. A long list of profanities ran through his head- but he didn't want to offend the girl, and she was so much more important than his reputation for insults within the pack. "-idiot." He finished, lamely and closed his eyes, trying to beat the red-hot desire to hurt Paul spreading through him.

Emily rushed in and immediately took in Seth's expression. This was not good. "Seth? Seth, calm down. Paul, out. Now." She bent over the girl and helped her to her feet. "Are you OK? Would you like to come in for a cup of tea and a" -she glanced at the girl now bleeding hand- "a plaster?"

"Yes please. I'm Helena." she said, smiling warmly at Emily. She glanced at the still-shaking Seth and smirking Paul. "Will he be OK?"

"Oh yes, I'm sure. Come on, let's go in the kitchen. They'll join us in a minute- I hope." She finished grimly and led her into the next room.