A/N: This story is going to switch POV between Prue (The OC) and Jacob. For the most part, it'll be by chapters, in which case I'll put it in the chapter title, but there will be a few spots where it is within chapters, in which case I'll warn right before the switch. In those cases, I'll also put the name of the character who has the majority of the chapter in the title.

I didn't understand why we had to move to Forks, Washington, of all places. I mean, I know, after the...incident, our Uncle Tom wanted to get us as far away from New Orleans as possible. He asked each one of us to suggest a place. I suggested Sedona, Arizona; I wanted to stay near the mysticism I'd grown up in and become accustomed to. Ellie suggested New York; she loved city life and high fashion. Hector wanted Albuquerque; his girlfriend had moved there last year and he wanted to see her again. David voted for Seattle, but he wouldn't reveal why. I knew none of us really cared, though, when Uncle Tom said that we weren't going to any of those places.

Uncle Tom found a nice little place in Washington, between the town of Forks and La Push, the Quileute reservation. David's guess was close. We were moving down in May, three weeks before the school let out. Hector and I, the twins, would both finish our sophomore year at Forks High School. Ellie, two years younger, would also attend, as a freshman. David would go to community college in nearby Port Angeles come September. We could go down to the La Push beaches on weekends (not that I would be going. I couldn't swim), and into town, and according to Uncle Tom, we were a stone's throw away from another family, the Cullen's.

Uncle Tom also promised to find me a car. A bribe, I knew, to try and cheer me up, but sure enough, when he went to actually see the house, he started talking to a member of the Quileutes and managed to score me a restored VW Rabbit from one of the younger tribe members. According to his new Native American friend, who he identified as Sam Uley, the car's owner, Jacob, had no need for it anymore, since he had acquired a motorcycle and drove it around instead. I made a note to go down first thing and pick up the Rabbit so I could thank Sam and Jacob in person.

Uncle Tom stayed in Forks to arrange a few things. Hector and Ellie would stay with Grandmere until they flew out, but David and I left four days before them. David drove his truck, with the U-haul trailer carrying our stuff attached, and I followed in the minivan our parents used to use. We'd been elected as the cross-country drivers because David, at eighteen, and I were the only ones with drivers licenses.

Uncle Tom made sure to equip David and I with CB's so we could communicate. We were only supposed to use it to call one another if we needed a stop, but we spent a lot of time bonding over it instead. I told him about my disturbing fears of losing my mysticism and my connection to the occult; after what had happened, it scared me that I even still turned to those things for solace; he told me about his pen pal in Forks. He confessed that she was the reason he wanted to move to Washington.

The last night we were on the road, we stayed in a little roadside motel off of a highway in Washington. The motel had no restaurant, so we found a truck stop instead. Over dinner, David showed me one of the letters from his pen pal, Bella. She told him she was looking forward to meeting him, and that he was going to love Forks. After reading the letter, I handed it back to him. "She seems nice."

David nodded. "I hope so. She's finishing up her senior year in high school. So you'll meet her. She knows Jacob, too. You know..."

"The guy Tom bought the Rabbit off of. Cool."

David nodded. "Yeah. She agreed to introduce you to him once we get settled in."

"Nice. I'm looking forward to it."

We ate in silence for awhile after that. My thoughts drifted to places I didn't want them to be. David must have noticed, because he gave me a concerned look. "You wanna talk about it, Prue?"

I shook my head. "Not really."

He sighed. "You're gonna have to talk sooner or later, you know."

"I pick never."

"Prue..."

"No." My tone was vehement. "David, you don't understand. You didn't watch it happen. How could you possibly think you could begin to know how I feel? I'm entitled to a choice on this. And I choose not to talk."

"Prue, listen to me. Of course you're right. I don't know how you feel, I wasn't there. To have to watch your parents..."

"Don't say it!" I growled. "I can't stand even thinking about it." We were walking back to the motel now; dinner had long since been over.

David paused at the door to our room. "Prue, look. I realize this has to really suck for you. But we need to put it behind us now. They're gone. They're not coming back."

"I KNOW that!" I was fighting hard to keep from screaming. "Don't you think I freaking know that? I don't care. And I can't move on. Not until the monsters that did this pay for it."

David wrapped his lanky arms around me. "Prue, please. Calm down. Look, we'll be in Forks pretty early in the morning. Why don't you go over to the reservation and meet Jacob while Uncle Tom and I unpack? It'll do you some good."

I nodded. "Fine. I'd like that." I opened the door to our room. "How early, do you think?"

"If we leave around nine am, we'll hit Forks by ten-thirty. It'll take fifteen minutes to drive through town, and from the new house, another ten to reach the Blacks. You'll be there by eleven am."

"What if he's asleep?"

"I doubt that. Bella wrote that he hardly does that anymore. She won't say why, though. It's really weird. She's pretty secretive about things."

"Whatever." I yawned. "Okay, I'll go visit Jacob when we get to Forks."

David smiled. "Good. Get some sleep. We're getting up early in the morning."