A/N: Hi again! I have to admit, I thought this story would get a lot more reviews than it did. But, hopefully more people will review this time.

Just a quick note: I recently read a story in which the author created a "review crew". Now, not only do I find that INCREDIBLY catchy (I mean, it rhymes!), but I think it's a great idea to thank all of my dedicated reviewers who review EVERY chapter in EVERY story. These peeps can make me laugh and always guilt me into writing more. With that said, I would like to start off with two very deserving members: high-off-skittles-XP and .Windclan! You guys are amazinggggg!!!!!

Anyhoo, on with the story...


Song of the Chapter

That's Where It Is ~Carrie Underwood

In a midnight talk,
In a morning kiss,
When I'm in your arms,
That's where it is.
When we're tangled up,
And can't resist.
When we feel that rush,
That's where it is.
That's where it is.


Chapter 2: Revival

In my unconscious state, I dreamed I could hear things.

A crash.

Snarling.

Clawing and ripping.

More crashing.

Barking.

Whimpers.

And then human voices.

"God, Jake! What the hell was that!" said the voice of the gray wolf. I was sure it was him because of the gruff, irritated undertone to his speech.

"They can't sleep, Paul!" screamed the voice of my savior. Jake. His breathing was ragged, like he had just run for a long time.

"What?!" yelled the one I now recognized as Paul.

I was as confused as Paul. What relevence did this have, and who were the "they" he spoke of?

"Vampires! They can't sleep. They can't pass out!" Jake bellowed.

"Oh!" said a familiar voice. It felt like a long time since I'd heard it. If I were more awake, I would have remembered it easily, but grogginess clouded my usually sharp mind.

"Oh is right, Seth!" hollered Jacob. Ah, Seth. How could I have forgotten the voice of my dearest, excluding Jake, childhood friend?

"Everyone calm down!" roared a commanding voice. Everything was silent except for Jake's heavy panting.

"Is this her?" inquired the voice.

"Who?" asked a female voice, hard and rigid. It also sounded familiar, but again my groggy mind couldn't match it to a face.

"Nessie Cullen, daughter of Bella and Edward Cullen." stated Seth proudly. Leave it to Seth to put it in such formal terms.

"My… fiancée." said Jake.

The room was silent after that. I waited for the eruption of protests and the beginning of the fight that might kill my beloved. But nothing happened.

After a moment, there was a rustle, and I felt myself being lifted up and carried somewhere. I was placed onto a soft surface I assumed was the living room couch. Someone laid a heavy blanket over me.

"Sleep, my Nessie." Whispered Jacob.

"Feel better Renesmee." Muttered Seth.

A door closed, and I dreamed of other, brighter things.

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When I awoke it was dark. I wasn't on the couch, as I had assumed, but in a small room I couldn't recognize. I guessed it was probably a bedroom in Jake's house, seeing as I was wrapped in blankets on top of a mattress.

A very large, very warm arm had wrapped itself around my tiny frame. It only took me a moment to recognize it was Jacob's. I snuggled closer to his bare chest for warmth. It was a stance I had grown very used to over the past few months, when Jake and I had moved into our small apartment in Seattle, just across the street from the school.

I noticed a clock in front of me. The glowing ruby numbers told me it was close to two in the morning. I settled in for a long night with Jacob. My Jacob…

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Jacob woke at around seven. He nudged my arm softly, and I turned to face him.

"How long have you been up for?" he asked sleepily.

"Only about five hours or so." I explained cheerily. I may be able to sleep, but that didn't mean I needed much of it.

He groaned. "You could have woken me up, Ness. I wouldn't have minded."

"It's okay, babe. You needed to sleep after what happened yesterday." I said, snuggling closer.

"You were there for that? I figured you had totally blacked out. I'm so sorry Nessie. If I'd known they would have reacted like that…"

I shook my cool forehead and placed it to his. "It's over now. Let's not think about it anymore."

"No. I need to get this out. I was a fool to think they would welcome you into the pack like they do the other imprints. It's not as simple for us, I guess." he hung his head in shame.

"It's okay. It's all going to be okay. We can just go back to Seattle and-"

"Wait!" Jacob interrupted, "We don't have to go back to school just yet. We can't hurt imprints. It's pack law."

"I know, but still…" I started.

"Ness, it's okay now. I promise. They're willing to get to know you. And you're a lot less harmful than a full blown vampire."

I nodded slowly, still not fully convinced, and he leaned in to kiss me. As usual, the kiss turned deeper.

Suddenly, the door opened. I felt a sudden annoyance that was only instinctual, seeing as I had always been interrupted at my home, too, usually by annoying aunts and uncles. Then, a wave of embarrassment washed over me. My cheeks turned rose.

"Oh… uh… I'm sorry. I was just making breakfast and I wondered if you might… want some..." Said a quiet raven-haired girl.

"Oh, uh… hi Rachel. What say you, Ness? You up for some grub?" asked Jake.

I smiled. "Aren't you always?"

"I'll take that as a yes. Be out in a sec, Rachel."

He slid off the bed and pulled on a shirt. I stood up and found I was still in my clothes from yesterday.

"Jake? I think I left my bags in the cab…"

"Oh really?" he replied, "Well then, you can just wear some of my sweats."

I chuckled. "I highly doubt they'll fit me."

"Right." he murmured, deep in thought. "Oh! hold on a second, I'll be right back." He kissed my cheek and ran out into the hallway.

I took advantage of his time gone to observe the room in the light. It must have been Jacob's old room, since there were posters for bands I couldn't recognize on the walls and clothes strewn all over the floor. Judging by the thick layer of dust coating the windowsill, I guessed no one had been in here since Jake left seven years ago. Left so that he could be with me, and become the guardian and friend he was today.

"I'm back!" He whispered in my ear as he wrapped his strong, warm arms around my tiny waist.

"And where are the clothes you promised? I giggled, noticing his hands were empty.

"They're on the bed, silly." He kissed the top of my hair.

I broke free from his grasp and grabbed the pile of clothes lying on top of the mound of quilts and sheets.

"Okay, now, shoo." I said, waving him out of the room.

"Come on, babe. Don't kick me out!"

"Out, out! A girl needs her privacy, for Pete's sake!" I closed the door in his face and locked it. He scratched and whimpered playfully for a few moments, then announced he was going to eat.

"Save some for everyone else!" I called, knowing well that he would stuff his face no matter who was sitting out there.

I slipped on the jeans and T-shirt that he had brought for me. They fit like a glove, and were obviously made for women. I pondered who the previous owner had been for a moment before unlocking the door and stepping out into the cheerily lit household.

I walked back to the main threshold and found at least twenty people milling around with plates full of eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast.

The house was suddenly very, very small.

Someone behind me came up and gave me a huge bear hug.

Seth. How much he had grown. He was enormous! Even bigger than Jake. He proved this when he lifted me at least two feet off the ground.

"Ahh! Seth Clearwater, you put me down this instant!" I screamed, playfully ramming my fists into his back.

When my feet were back on the floor, I stood huffing and puffing. Everyone in the room has stopped what they were doing and stared at me.

Most of the men had looks of recognition on their faces, but the few women and girls seemed dumbfounded by my presence.

I had a feeling I would be doing a lot of explaining.


A/N: WARNING: This story gets pretty dark soon, but no fret! It will be lighthearted later on. Ness and Jake just have a few... problems... that need to be out in the open. HOWEVER, this isn't supposed to be an angsty story for long!

Please review! and maybe you'll make the "Crew"! (Haha that rhymes too) (OMG! all three of those rhyme!!!!)

Your Author,

~Tuey

ANNNNNND... here's your thought for the chapter: Sometimes giving up doesn't mean you're too weak to hold on... it means you're strong enough to let go.