a/n Those of you that are also reading "Life and Death," please know I'm not abandoning it by any means. Right now, Mike's having breakfast while Tanya figures out what the fuck's going on.

As for the rest of you—if you came last time, hi! If not, welcome—beware. My mind's a scary place.

Please note that these will not go in chronological order and that they are one shots. There's not really a main plot line. I like that. It give my ADD more freedom to reign.

Random question, but did anybody else cry like a bitch during "Glee" last week?

Again with the disclaimer: Not mine.

RUNAWAY

Renesmee sped down the back roads into town, her cheeks red and her hair a real hot mess. Klutzy as ever, she'd managed to face plant into the lawn of the house she shared with her parents climbing out the window.

She'd winced a little at the sound of the car starting, but her parents didn't notice. They were… otherwise engaged with nighttime activities.

Nothing had stopped her, and she'd been smart enough to leave her phone at home. Leave it to her dad to find a way to track her through her Blackberry's GPS and come running through the streets, probably not even stopping to put on clothes.

He would, too, just to embarrass her.

Obviously, though, he didn't care to pay any attention to her, otherwise he'd have had his hands on the bumper of her Porsche, stopping her before she could leave.

Angrily, she swiped tears from her eyes. He made her so mad! Tonight had been the last straw. She'd stomped off to bed after he'd told her he couldn't trust her out by herself anymore.

The next hour was spent in her room, packing, listening to every word as her mother tried to reason with him. She'd finally calmed him down, but muttered under his breath when she suggested apologizing. That had set her off, triggering a bunch of items being thrown, and his attention had been diverted from his raging daughter to his furious wife.

Wife apparently took priority and daughter got ignored.

Her father needed to get it through her head that she wasn't a normal five year old.

Normal five year olds didn't have the driving skills that she did, she thought, as she whipped around a corner, parking against the opposite curb in front of a brick apartment building.

She walked around to the back of the building and looked around. She heard nothing, no heartbeats beyond the walls of the building, saw no abnormalities. Clutching her bag tightly, she sprung onto the balcony of a third floor apartment and knocked on the sliding door.

It slid open a second later to reveal the only person who could help her.

"So…" Jacob looked her up and down. "How'd you manage to sneak out?"

"I didn't sneak out," she said, tossing her hair as she stepped past him into the living room. "I'm running away."

Jacob smiled as he closed the door. "Really."

"Yes, really." She dropped her bag on the end of the couch and plopped down. "I've had enough of my dad to suit five lifetimes, so I'm running away."

"I see," he replied, seating himself in the enormous chair across from her. "Where are you running?"

She blinked. "What?"

"Where are you running?" he repeated. "You've got to have somewhere to go, babe."

She narrowed her eyes. "Don't you 'babe' me, honey," she warned. "You're my best friend, so you're coming with me, and you've been more places, so you decide where we go."

"Ness, I can't run away," he said, looking at her with big, innocent eyes she knew well. "I've got a job."

"So get a new job," she said, throwing her hands up. "It can't be that hard."

"And what would our back story be?"

She blinked at him, then leaned back into the couch and rolled her eyes. "Oh, my God, you are so not fun. You're like a fun-sucker."

"Huh?"

"I heard it in a movie. You're a fun-sucker—you suck the fun out of everything." She pouted.

"Hey, one minute you're my best friend, then I'm just a fun-sucker?" He gasped overdramatically at her. "I'm hurt."

"Oh, shut up, you are not." She crossed her arms. "You're not taking me seriously."

"I am so," he said. "You're going to run away from home."

"I am running away." She stuck her chin up. "I just don't know where."

"You could go stay with Sam and Emily," he suggested, raising his eyebrows. "Your dad couldn't follow you there. Not unless I say he."

"Oh, that's perfect!" She clapped her hands and bounced on the couch. "I can help cook and clean, especially since she just had another baby!" Then she stopped, cocked her head, and stared at him. "Are you really not coming?"

He shook his head. "Running away is something you do on your own," he said. "I did, anyway."

"You ran away from home?"

"A long time ago," he said, smiling. "Before you were born."

"Well, that sucks." She wouldn't even bother telling him how much it sucked. Her heart was aching in an odd way, as she thought of being separated from her Jacob. "So…" She glanced around, feeling suddenly awkward. "I forgot my cell phone at home. Can you call Emily for me?"

Jacob frowned. "If you forgot your phone, how are you planning to get to Washington?"

"I can read a map," she said, rolling her eyes. "It can't be that hard."

"Okay."

"I'll just…" She gulped. "Find some road that goes west and just drive, I guess."

"Have fun."

He wasn't going to come with, and he wasn't going to try to talk her out of it. She heaved a sigh, got to her feet, and picked up her bag. "I guess I'll see you later."

"I guess." Getting to his feet, Jacob held out his arms. "Be careful, okay? Call me if you need anything."

She gave him a tight hug, feeling really apprehensive for the first time. "I don't have my phone."

"Remember those payphones I told you to use for emergencies?"

"Yeah."

"If you see one, call me. You can use your credit card." He let go of her and smiled. "Drive safe."

/-/-/-/-/-/

Maybe she didn't have her cell, but her car did have a built in GPS. That GPS produced a signal that was being picked up by a tower and transmitted to Seattle, Washington, where a guy named Seth Clearwater would be sitting in a house with some random hot chick, smoking weed and tracking people on his computer. Seth would send Jacob a text as to where Renesmee was headed, where she turned, when she stopped.

He caught up with her a few miles east of town at a rest area. His lights were still off, and he slid into a parking space. Carefully, he dialed a number and waited for it to connect.

"Well? Did you find her? Is she okay?"

Jacob grinned, imagining Edward's hair standing on end from pulling at it. "She hasn't gotten very far. She's going the right direction for Washington, though. I don't know if she'll go through with it or not."

"Where are you?"

"At that rest area outside Fergus Falls," he replied. "I think she made it, what, ten, fifteen miles? She's going the right direction."

"What's happening now?"

"She's just sitting in the car."

Both of them were silent for a few moments while Jacob staked out the car. There was no movement inside, and he couldn't even see her. The only sounds came from his phone—the sound of rushing air as Edward raced through the sparsely populated land between Underwood and Fergus Falls.

"Okay, I see you," he said softly a few minutes later. "Look to the left of the tree."

"Dude, it's Minnesota. It's like saying, 'Hey, I'm at the lake.' Which tree?" There was a brief flash of something white—a hand, darting out and retreating. "Okay, I see you."

"She's not going anywhere," Edward said, and he sounded a little worried. "What should I do?"

"Stay there. If you walk up to her car, you'll scare the shit out of her, then she'll start screaming." Jacob took the keys from the ignition. "She's so unreasonably pissed right now, it's not even funny. What you do is, at a key point in the conversation, call me and start freaking out."

"Freak out," he said, "got it." Then he sighed. "How do I always manage to make her angrier than anyone else?"

Jacob grinned. "She's your kid. She wound up with your temper, and Bella's on top. She's gotta have the spirit to go with all that hair."

And with that, he hung up and climbed out of the car to walk over to hers.

She was curled up on the front seat, and she blinked up at him once before opening her passenger door when he tapped on the window. He climbed in and sat in the low seat, his head touching the ceiling.

"Take 94 to 90 and you'll wind up in Seattle," he said. "You can probably remember from there."

She gazed up at him, big doe eyes wide and scared. "I've never been that far away from my family before," she whispered.

"You'll have Charlie." He tried to fight his grin.

"Yeah," Renesmee said softly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She shrugged.

He already knew. Knew she was really angry at her father, but also knew that she'd be over it soon, if she wasn't already, and knew that running away from everyone, including himself, wasn't something she could do.

So that was why, though it broke her little heart, and his, to imagine it, he'd sent her packing alone.

He was right. She'd made it ten minutes on her own before pulling over.

"Will you show me?" He held out his hand.

She stared at it a moment before wrapping her fingers around his. The flow of thoughts and feelings and images from her was instant, and he frowned when she recalled Edward yelling at her that she couldn't go out by herself anymore.

You're lucky you get any help, bloodsucker, he thought, with a glance toward the trees.

But he could understand. She'd broken curfew for the first time six months ago, and had been doing it ever since. She'd babyfaced her way out for the last time, it seemed. Edward, who had grown sick of worrying about her to the point of literally wearing a hole in the carpet with his frantic pacing, had finally snapped.

She pulled her hand away, giving a little sigh, and snuggling into the seat cushions a little deeper. "I'm just going to stay here for a little while. I'm really tired."

"You should probably know that you dad is more than likely in a state of panic right now," he said quietly, reclining the seat to give his head some room.

"No, he's not," she said. "Why would he be? He doesn't care."

"Because every time you run late, or get too far away to where he can't hear you, he generally does that." He grinned. "And he does care. Doesn't matter how mad he gets."

"Whatever." She closed her eyes.

Jacob's phone rang, and he rolled his eyes. No patience. Fine. He answered. "Hello?"

Edward's panic seemed genuine. "Did you find her? I can't find her anywhere, and she took the car, so I can't follow her, and—"

"Dude." Jacob frowned. Seriously. She's fine. "Calm down, man, she's right here."

Renesmee scowled at the phone and shook her head.

"Come on, kid," he whispered, covering up the receiver. "Just say hello."

She sighed dramatically, but took the phone. "Hello, father."

There was a pause, probably for Edward to take a deep breath. The man's love seriously came out a lot as anger. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly. Good.

Her beautiful eyes rolled. "I'm fine, dad."

"Why did you run away?" He sounded heartbroken. Jacob began to wonder if it was an act, or not.

Renesmee inhaled, and then blew it all out in a rush. "You're embarrassing me, daddy! I can pick out my own clothes, and you don't need to follow me around school with sweatpants. I happen to think I look really nice." She cocked an eyebrow. "Are you saying I look ugly?"

There was a pause, then Edward sighed. "No, darling, you look lovely. It's just that everyone else notices, too, and they look at you a little… differently."

"It's never going to change, daddy," she explained, like he was a kid. "I know I'm five, but I look ten years older than that. People are going to start noticing, daddy. I'm a woman! I want to wear clothes like a woman!" If she were standing, she would have stomped her foot.

This was about her clothes?

The teeny shirts that hugged her growing curves? Her too-short shorts? The shoes that he swore altered his DNA?

Jacob snatched the phone back. "I'll have her home in twenty minutes," he called to the trees. "You take my car."

And with that, Jacob yanked her out of the driver's seat and was around to the other side before she could get a sound out.

As he peeled out of the parking lot and back onto the highway, she let out a furious screech. He winced, wondering if his earlobes had been harmed.

"Not fair!" she cried, crossing her arms and huffing furiously, like a bull. Her face was flushed a beautiful pink. "You always take his side!"

He focused on the road ahead. "Because I always agree with him on this, and you know it."

"Why do you care?" she grumbled, slumping down in her seat.

He sighed, running a hand over his face. She'd been asking him this a lot lately, as he'd been siding with her dad on the benefits of wearing sweatpants to school.

"Because I don't want anyone else looking at you," he muttered, his usual response.

"Whatever. You just don't realize that I'm a growing woman," she said, glaring out the window.

"I do, too," he argued, glancing at her. "I don't think anyone would argue that you're growing up."

"Can you believe how big my boobs are getting?" she exclaimed suddenly, grabbing the breasts in question.

He squeezed his eyes closed for a second, trying to get rid of that image. It was hard.

"Sorry," she said, dropping her hands at once and flushing. "Does it bother you if I talk about… that stuff?"

"Not really," he lied.

She raised her eyebrow.

"Maybe a little, but not in the way you might think." He huffed when she stared at him, confused. "Just, no more… touching of… body parts." He waved his hand, frustrated, and started to ramble. "I mean, yeah—your boobs are getting bigger. Who wouldn't notice? And just… things…" Jacob shook his head. "I hate having to hear guys talk about your ass, because then I have to look at it and think, well, yeah, it is nice, and I don't want them anywhere near it!" He continued his rant, oblivious to the expressions crossing her face. "Seriously, you need to think about sweatpants. Those boys don't need to see… that. And neither do I, for that matter. I mean, I…" He gulped and glanced at her, embarrassed.

She was smirking at him.

"Jacob," she said quietly, coyly, "are you jealous?"

He scoffed. "Psh! I don't get jealous."

"Possessive, then." The smirk grew.

"Shut up," he huffed. "Forget I said anything."

She giggled. "You think I'm sexy."

He didn't respond.

"Oh, my God!" She kept giggling, and her face was bright red.

She didn't say anything else, but every so often on the drive home, she'd glance at him and giggle.

He pulled into the drive. He climbed stiffly from the car and went to sit on the front steps to wait for Edward to bring his car back.

Renesmee sat down next to him. He glanced over, and noticed for the first time what she was wearing.

She wore black cotton sweats and a hooded White Sox sweatshirt. Her hair was a disaster.

And once again, embarrassingly, he blurted out the truth again.

"I think you look hot in sweats."

Her eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"I think you're sexy when you get home from work."

Then she was pulling up the hood and proceeding to hide her face, only letting her eyes just peak out. They were huge, and it was such a funny sight, he couldn't help laughing.

"Thanks."

Edward pulled into the drive then, and when he got out of the car, he looked oddly calm. "I called your mother," he said to his daughter, by way of greeting. "She's giving you bubble time."

"Bubble time" was what they called it when Bella put a shield around her daughter, like a bubble to keep her thoughts from Edward's.

"Cool."

He leaned down, dropping a kiss on her forehead, then pausing, frowning. His hand reached under her hair to her forehead. "Are you alright, darling?" he said, and his voice took on that panicked edge again. "You feel warm."

"Oh, my God," she moaned. She buried her face in her arms. "I'm fine, daddy. Stop freaking out that I'm going to catch the flu and die."

Edward stepped back, looking confused. "What did I say?"

"Nothing, man," he said, shaking his head. Bella must be shielding both of them. "I'm gonna take off."

Edward nodded. "Have a nice evening, Jacob," he said, then added an earnest, "And thank you."

"Sure."

Renesmee walked with Jacob to his car, not meeting his eyes.

"So, see you tomorrow?" he asked. "Still want help with changing your oil?"

"Yeah." Then she looked up at him. "Will you still be my best friend, after…"

She trailed off, and he knew what she was asking.

His girl wasn't stupid. She knew what imprinting was, knew what it would lead to. It was understood. But it was still new.

"Sorry to tell ya, kid," he said, reaching under the hood to mess with her hair, "but you're stuck with me."

She dodged his hand and bounced back a little. Then, quick as a hummingbird darting to and fro, she pressed a kiss to his cheek before darting into the house. He heard her bedroom door slam, and heard Bella laugh.

It took two hours to get home that night.

a/n Aw. And no, that does NOT constitute a first kiss. That's another tale for another day…

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