A/N: Sorry I've rewritten this four times. It'll never be good enough for me but I hope its okay for you.

He looked up at the white ceiling, laying on a nice bed, good pillows, in a clean room. But it wasn't his bed, pillows, room and it sure as hell wasn't his house. Nothing here belonged to him, he belonged to it. He sighed and sat up gazing towards Edward reading on the couch. He rolled his eyes and sat up walking towards the door.

"They're not done yet, sit down." Jacob let his head fall before turning to look at Edward. He knew they weren't done yet, he could hear them talking. Talking, not arguing, talking. Because when Edward Cullen buys a member of your pack you chat and have a tea party with his father. It's what all ill tempered alphas do.

Edward set his book down, "Sam asked us to buy you so you wouldn't get prostituted like the others. They're trying to figure out how things are going to work for the mandatory year that you have to be here." He turned back to the book, leaving Jacob to do nothing but watch. It was unnerving to not be allowed to discuss how you wanted to be treated.

"Well, he's not that kind of slave, John however," Edward would have none of that.

"I'll make him that kind," Jacob's heart skipped.

Jacob shook his head and began walking back and forth. He didn't want to be bought but with Edward he knew Sam would murder the entire clan if anything… happened. Not that it would happen, unless they decided it was okay to happen which was not okay with Jacob. He'd fight every order with every fiber of his being so help him. He didn't care what Edward told him to do, he force the leech to be specific with every single order. He'd make it a living hell for the vampire. A living hell. And if Edward could hear his thoughts, well screw him Jacob would just think a bunch of things that would slowly drive Edward insane until he'd either let Jacob go or kill himself.

"Stop!" Edward slammed his book shut. Jacob stopped moving and stood up straight. It was dead quiet and he was focused solely on Edward. The vampire looked up at him shocked that Jacob had followed his orders so quickly. He smirked and raised an eyebrow. "That was refusing to listen with every fiber of your being?" Jacob looked away. Downstairs he could hear Sam saying goodbye. He turned to the door and raced out. Edward caught his arm and the stairs, pulling him back.

"Sam!" he struggled against the vampire's grip before sending them both flying down. Edward landed on top of him, of course. Jacob tried to lift his head but it felt heavy and he was almost certain the floor was moving sideways. He could feel Edward moving off of him slowly, his stomach churned and he forced his eyes closed to stop the nauseating feeling inside of him. It didn't help, he was rolled over and a cold hand was pressed against his forehead.

"Carlsley," a voice yelled. It was mumbled loudly, Jacob's head twitched away which only helped him realize that his neck muscle was probably pulled or torn. It didn't matter. Whatever adrenaline was going through his blood stopped, and the pain began to sink in.

"Jay cub, ay a vake." The voice sounded worried. Jacob had only a second to reassure them he was fine mentally before someone broke a wall down and set off a couple mines as they walked towards him.

"What the ell cousin, I juice left." Jacob giggled a little, stopping when his brain decided to beat up his skull. He decided sleep was better but the voice, the nice one, didn't.

"Jay cub," it repeated. A ice cube was slapped against his face and the smell of blood filled his nose. Who in the world would freeze blood and slap it against someone's face? He reopened his eyes to find the world a little less spun around.

"Jacob," he looked at the voice, or rather the person to whom the voice belonged, Edward. Out of reflex he jumped up, hitting his head against the vampires only to fall back down to the ground.

"Jacob, they're helping you." A stern voice advised. Jacob simply nodded, he didn't like that voice.

"It's his fault I cracked my skull," he moved his hand into the soppy area of his hair. A cold hand moved his away and turned his head towards Edward. He looked beyond worried, which was nice for once, to have someone worry.

"He was just doing as Sam asked." Carlisle said. There was a huff then someone asking if he could leave with out them killing Jacob. When Jacob opened his eyes it was just Carlisle and Edward, both worrying over him like he was on his deathbed. Edward smirked at that and Jacob found himself staring. "Okay you're good to go. Just take it slow until you're done healing." Jacob nodded and sat up, then like a self proclaimed prince, Edward picked him up. Bride style. Jacob wrapped his arms instinctively around his neck so the vampire wouldn't drop him down and cause more harm.

"What are you doing? I can walk by myself!" Edward set him down and Jacob stood up. His head spun a little and he held onto Edward. Not because he needed help, but because his world was spinning and Edward was the closest one or thing to hold on to.

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks," Carlisle placed a hand lightly on Jacob's shoulder. It didn't help.

"Did you just quote Shakespeare?" Jacob snapped his head at the elder vampire only to find himself spinning again. Edward wrapped his arms around the wolf to help stabilize him.

"'A little more than kin, and less than kind,' describes him more." Edward set Jacob down on one of the steps but the wolf still didn't let go so he sat down with him.

"'The common curse of mankind, - folly and ignorance' though to be honest that includes anything that looks like a human being," Carlisle walked to the kitchen. Edward looked down at Jacob. His heartbeat was unusually quick and his grip on Edward was tightening.

'What 's gone and what 's past help should be past grief' Jacob looked up at his mother, she pressed her lips against his forehead, 'I'm sorry honey, we'll get you a new toy on our way home okay?' She smiled beautifully, 'now go inside with your aunt.' Jacob nodded and walked towards the porch stopping to watch his parents get in the car and drive out. His mother stuck her head out of the window and waved by at him until they turned the corner. Jacob walked up to the door, stopping when he heard screeching and a loud bang. His aunt ran out pushing him aside.

'Get in side Jacob!' she ran down the street, Jacob ran after her. He stumbled and fell twice before reaching the corner. His uncle ran up behind him and attempted to cover his eyes, but left one uncovered. Jacob stared down the street at his mother's decapitated head. His father was trapped under the car.

Jacob closed his eyes then opened them. His hand ached, he turned to see himself holding on to Edward. The vampire's face was too close and he realized he was pulling him closer. He forced his hand free and stood up. Edward's hands cupped his elbows to help him get balanced.

"You know your mother used to love Shakespeare," Carlisle came in with a drink in his hand for Jacob. Edward shook his head but Carlisle didn't understand. "She used to quote it so much, you'd think she'd had years to memorize word for word everything the man wrote." Jacob slapped the drink out of Carlisle's hand.

"Don't you dare talk about my mother!" He stumbled lightly before running upstairs and shutting the door. Edward looked at his adoptive father, he shook his head.

"How was I supposed to know?" Carlisle looked at the water on the floor.

"You knew he didn't talk about his mother, ever." Edward ran a hand threw his hair, he was starting to care more than he should, "You're on clean up, I'm on damage control." Carlisle nodded. Rosalie walked in looking at the water.

"I don't want to know," She put her hands up and walked outside. Emmet followed her smiling lightly. Edward walked up to his room. Jacob was trying not to cry. He was convincing himself it was meaningless to cry over someone he could hardly remember. Edward opened the door just enough to let him through and walked over to the teen. He was staring helplessly into the ground. Edward sat next to him and put his hand on Jacob's head. The teen flinched away lightly but Edward pulled his head to his chest and held him there. Jacob began to shake and he closed his eyes.

"There's no use fighting it," he listened to Jacob's heartbeat. He could hear the wolf stifling his cries, "just let go." Jacob's shoulders relaxed and he pressed his head into Edward's shirt. Edward gulped. He never expected to find himself comforting Jacob, the strongest, proudest wolf in the world. He pulled Jacob down onto the bed with him and held him there, awkwardly waiting for the wolf to stop. Only it didn't fell all that awkward, it just seemed like it was something he had to do. Not in the way Jacob had to follow his orders or the way he had to buy Jacob to protect him. He wanted to compare it with a time he held Bella, but there wasn't one. He never felt the same need to do something like this for Bella as he did with Jacob. Part of him said it was because he knew what it was like to loose a parent, but something inside of him said differently. Jacob's sobbing stopped, but he held on so Edward did too. They stayed in that position; just looking up at the ceiling for what seemed like seconds. And for once, Jacob wasn't thinking of anything. When he fell asleep, Edward didn't move. He looked down at Jacob, realizing they'd moved completely onto the bed somehow, and he still didn't leave. He told himself he didn't want the wolf to wake up alone but the truth was he didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay there and pretend just for a second that he belonged there even if he didn't. When morning came, Edward pulled away from Jacob. The teen didn't dream of anything but he didn't want Jacob to think he was spying. He walked downstairs, to see his family waiting for him.


Jacob opened his eyes slowly he could hear the birds chirping outside.

"There's no use fighting it,"

He jumped up, hand finding the empty space next to him before his head could turn and see. Edward wasn't there, which meant it wasn't real. He sat up and tried to calm himself before walking to the bathroom. His toothbrush, clothes and towel were on the counter waiting for him. He brushed his teeth and showered quickly, noting the silence in the house as he stepped out of the bathroom with just his towel on. He threw on his clothes and put his dirty laundry in the basket he found in the closet. There was a bloody towel in there.

The smell of pancakes and bacon filled his nose and he walked out of the room to the kitchen. He could hear voices mumbling and the clinging of a dish against a glass table.

"How'd you sleep?" a soft voice asked. Jacob heart skipped a beat before someone answered for him.

"Shut up," Edward grumbled. Jacob walked in slowly, Rosalie was smirking a glass of blood in her hands. Edward turned his head to see Jacob, "How's your head?"

Jacob nodded, "I think I hit it pretty hard," His eyes fluttered to the crack on the ground. He definitely hit it too hard. "I thought you guys didn't eat." He looked at the mountain of food on the counter.

"We don't. This is Esme's way of apologizing for Edward pushing you down the stairs." Alice walked in smiling at Jacob, "take a seat." She smiled up at Edward and winked before going to the kitchen and starting a plate up for Jacob.

"Technically he pushed me down," Edward brought Jacob a cup, "What do you want to drink. We've got pretty much everything because of Bella." Jacob looked down at the cup and stood up on the table he still hadn't sat down at. Edward paused and looked at him.

"Stop being nice," He looked at the cup then at them. Edward looked confused, "I'm your." Jacob cleared his throat, "You're supposed to order me around and I'm supposed to complain while I do what you tell me to and then when I've been here for a year I celebrate leaving and go home."

Rosalie walked past Edward, "I'd do as he says. You don't want to break the slave Edward. Bad enough you cracked his skull once." She strutted away. Jacob figured that was what she always did so he didn't care.

"Jacob, sit down and eat what we feed you." Edward ordered. Jacob opened his mouth to protest but shut it and did so anyways. "Now, tell me what you want to drink and afterwards we will discuss the rules." Jacob nodded but he didn't know what he wanted. Well he knew what he wanted but not what he wanted to drink.

"Orange juice it is then," Edward sat the drink down in front of Jacob. Alice came around and handed him the food. "Eat." Jacob looked up at Edward then down at the plate. He took a piece of bacon with the fork and looked at it, questioning whether or not it was poisoned. Edward put his hand on top of Jacob's and forced him to bring the food to his lips. He took a bite of it and Edward smiled. Jacob stared at the vampire. There was something familiar about his smile.

"That wasn't that hard was it?" Edward tapped Jacob's shoulder lightly.

"That's what he said," Emmet declared into the room. Jacob's eyes went wide and he started coughing on the bacon. Edward rolled his eyes at Emmet as Alice patted Jacob's back. He managed to swallow the sharp piece in his throat with some orange juice.

"There I ate, please tell me I can go now." Jacob looked at Edward desperately but the vampire gave him no mercy.

"Finish the plate." Jacob sighed, "Afterwards you get to do the dishes, wash the laundry, do your homework, and clean our room. If you have time after that clean the bathroom and then go grocery shopping, Alice has a cell phone for you with my number in it. Just call if you need me." He smiled again and then dashed out. Alice smiled at him.

"Welcome home?" she looked away uncomfortably.

"I'm not doing your laundry, or Esme's or Rosalie's." Jacob took a bite of the pancakes, they were warm and fluffy. But he wished he had syrup, Bella didn't eat syrup.