Her eyes squinted against the harsh, bright light as she was pulled from unconsciousness. After a few blinks, she finally managed to open her eyes and take in her surroundings.

It looked like she was in a hospital room, surrounded by clean, white walls and a tile floor. It smelled kind of bad, a little like bleach or something. Her body flexed and she winced at the stiffness in her upper leg. That's when everything rushed back to her. She'd been running, losing blood by the second from the gash on her leg. Then…nothing. She must've passed out from blood loss or something.

Movement at the corner of her eye made her look over. A boy, or more of a young man, was sitting slouched and asleep in a chair right by her bed. He was clearly Native American, but she didn't recognize him. He looked like he was in his early twenties or something. He was a little slender but she could see the muscles in his arms bulge under his tight, blue T-shirt.

The door creaked and she turned her head as a pale, blonde man walked into the room.

"Ah, good, you're awake." he smiled as he crossed the room and paused beside her bed. "How are you feeling?"

She swallowed and stretched experimentally again. "I'm a little sore, but I'm okay. Where am I?"

He smiled gently down at her as he put his hands in his pockets. "You're in my home. A couple of my friends found you passed out by the side of the road and brought you here, since it was much closer than any hospitals in the area. I'm Dr. Carlisle Cullen. What's your name?"

She looked him over a little suspiciously. He looked nice enough, but that didn't necessarily mean she could trust him. "Janet."

He raised one eyebrow. "Interesting. Now, why don't you tell me your real name."

She sighed. He was smarter than she thought. "Okay, you got me. My name's Jamie."

He nodded once. "It's nice to meet you, Jamie. Now, would you mind telling me what happened to your leg and why you were out in the middle of nowhere like you were?"

She swallowed and thought for a moment. "I…think I gashed it on a broken fence post a while back. Wait, how long have I been here?"

"You've been unconscious for two days. Where do you live?"

Jamie looked around the room, not too keen on answering any of his questions. What if he tried to contact Rick?

"That's not really important, is it?"

"Well, you could tell me, or I could get curious and look it up since I do have a sample of your blood on hand." he shrugged apologetically.

"Damn." she muttered under her breath. Looks like there's no getting out of it. "I ran here from Port Townsend."

His eyes widened slightly. "You ran all the way?"

"Well, walked, ran, whatever you prefer. I had to walk at least part of the time."

"That's impressive. Over a hundred miles I believe."

Jamie didn't offer a thanks or any comment. She just looked back over at the boy sitting in the chair a few feet from her. It looked really uncomfortable. Why was he doing that?

"Who is he?" she asked quietly, her eyes examining his face.

"That's a friend of mine, Embry. He wanted to make sure you made it through."

"Why? He doesn't even know me. Is he one of the guys that found me?"

"No, he isn't. He just wanted to make sure you were alright."

Jamie didn't know what to think about that. No one had ever really cared about her before. Not since her mom.

Embry's face scrunched up and he blinked his eyes open. When they made eye contact his own eyes widened and he sat straight up and smiled gently at her.

"Uh, hi. Glad to see you're up."

Jamie simply nodded with a small, hesitant smile.

He glanced at Dr. Cullen before offering his hand to Jamie to shake. "I'm Embry Call."

She hesitated for a second before shaking his hand carefully. "I'm Jamie."

Embry raised one eyebrow curiously, wondering to himself why she didn't say a last name, then again she probably doesn't want to give that information out to strangers.

"So, Jamie," Carlisle spoke again, "What made you run all the way from Port Townsend to Forks with an injury like that?"

Jamie chewed her bottom lip as she thought about how to answer. Finally, she shrugged and looked at her lap. Maybe they'd think she was just embarrassed or something and wouldn't make her answer. She really didn't want a bunch of strangers knowing all her deepest secrets.

"You ran all that way?" Embry repeated in shock, his eyes wide with a hint of admiration in them.

She smiled shyly with another shrug. "I guess being on the track team has its advantages." she offered weakly.

Embry huffed in surprise. "Apparently."

"So Jamie, do you have any family you'd like me to contact?" Carlisle asked gently.

Jamie sucked in a breath and tried to keep the panic off her face. She didn't know, however, that Carlisle and Embry could hear her heartbeat pick up. They glanced at each other, silently wondering what had scared her so much.

She swallowed and shook her head slowly. "Um, no. You don't need to contact anyone. Trust me, no one would even care I'm here. I swear."

Carlisle raised one eyebrow at her. "I really should contact your parent or guardian, since you're clearly younger than eighteen."

"How do you know I'm younger than eighteen?" she asked carefully.

Carlisle looked at her like it was obvious. "I'm going to take a guess and say you're fifteen."

She blinked up at him before looking at her lap, muttering, "Lucky guess."

"Don't you want your parents to know you're okay?" Embry asked curiously.

Jamie swallowed and looked at her lap, playing with her fingers. How much of the truth could she get away with saying without digging herself into a hole?

"I…I don't have any biological parents. I live…I lived with my step dad." she finally whispered.

"What about your real parents?" Embry asked gently. Jamie had no idea why he wanted to know about her so much.

"Well…my mom died from cancer when I was about eight years old. Then, my step dad got custody of me."

"And your dad?" Embry asked in a strange voice. Jamie glanced at him. He was staring at her worriedly.

She shrugged in answer. "Never met him. I guess him and my mom had a kind of 'one night stand' type of deals. Don't know his name or anything, she refused to tell me anything about him."

Embry nodded once, looking down at the white sheets of her bed instead of at her.

There was a knock on the door and it cracked open, revealing another enormous, tan Native American man. This one was at least several inches taller than Embry with more muscular arms. He had broad cheekbones and thick eyebrows. He looked a little scary and intimidating.

"Esme made some food, thought our little patient might be hungry." he said as he entered the room carrying a plate loaded with meatloaf, mashed potatoes and gravy, and corn.

Carlisle nodded a greeting to him before turning to her. "Jamie, are you hungry?"

"Um-" she was interrupted by a loud gurgling from her stomach. Jamie clutched her stomach with her hands and blushed as the three men in the room chuckled.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'." Embry spoke through his laughter while the new man placed the plate on Jamie's lap. Jamie glanced nervously between the stranger and the plate. The mouthwatering scent was drifting through her nose, making her nearly drool. But what if they poisoned it or something?

"Oh, Jamie, this is Sam Uley. He's the man that donated the blood we used in your blood transfusion."

Jamie looked up at the tall man in shock. "Really?"

Sam nodded once, his face seemed void of any emotion.

"So…technically…you saved my life?" she asked uncertainly.

To her surprise, Sam chuckled, along with Carlisle and Embry.

"I can't take the credit for that one, Carlisle's the doctor around here." he answered with a small smile.

She nodded slowly as she looked at her feet. From the corner of her eye she saw Carlisle glance at Sam, who nodded at the look. Now what? Carlisle turned to look down at her.

"Jamie, there's something you need to know."

She swallowed nervously. "What's that?" she asked in a shaky voice.

Carlisle glanced at Sam again before meeting her eyes. "Well, I had to take a sample of your blood so I could find the right type in my store. And…two files came up as a match."

Jamie had no idea where this was going. "What does that mean?" she asked quietly.

"It means that I found two people in my files that are a biological match to you."

Jamie blinked, her mind refusing to put two and two together.

Carlisle sighed patiently, his hands in his white, doctor-coat pockets. "They're related to you, by blood. Your family."

Everything froze. Her mind, body, everything. She wasn't sure how long she was silent for.

"What do you mean?" she finally whispered. "That's-that's not possible. I don't have any family. My mom died when I was eight, she didn't have any living family."

Carlisle nodded in agreement. "I understand that, but this isn't from your mother's side."

Jamie's stomach lurched as her throat constricted around her next breath. After she managed to breathe again, she asked in a shaky voice, "You mean…y-you know my father?"

"Sort of," Carlisle answered gently, "I don't know him personally, however I know of him. And I do know two of his sons."

"Sons?" Jamie repeated quietly. So she had half-brothers?

Carlisle nodded again. "Only two that we know of, but I suppose there's always that possibility that there's more."

"Who are they? What are their names?" Jamie asked, her voice a little stronger than before.

Carlisle was silent for a long moment. Finally, he spoke. "Sam Uley," he gestured to Sam, "and Embry Call." he gestured to Embry.

Jamie stared at them, her mouth hanging open in shock. She'd been sitting here with her brothers for the past -what, ten minutes? At least it explained why Embry would sleep here waiting for her to wake up.

"You're my half-brothers?" she repeated out loud.

Embry looked down and nodded slowly while Sam met her gaze and nodded.

"What about…our father?" she asked uncertainly.

Sam grimaced, and Jamie could tell this wasn't his favorite topic.

"His name's Joshua Uley."

Joshua Uley. She finally had a name. Then, she realized something.

"You have the same last name as him." she said to Sam.

He nodded. "Yeah, Josh married my mom when they were nineteen. When I was four, he left us. Apparently he couldn't handle having a family." he answered, his tone held a hint of bitterness. "I've only spoken to him a few times since he left."

Jamie nodded slowly as she thought. "How old are you two?" she asked, glancing between them. No one really paid much attention when Carlisle slipped out of the room to give them some privacy.

"I'm twenty-one." Sam answered.

"Seventeen." Embry answered.

So, their father had to have gotten Embry's mother pregnant almost right after he'd left Sam and Sam's mom. And if Jamie was fifteen…that would mean Embry would have had to have been about a year old before Josh got Jamie's mom pregnant.

"So, basically…he's a manwhore." she finally answered.

Embry snorted in laughter and ducked his head as he laughed. Sam fought a smile of his own, but still chuckled quietly.

"Pretty much." Sam answered.

"So…I've always known I'm part Native American, but since my mom refused to tell me anything about my dad…what tribe are we from?"

Sam smiled gently. "Quileute."

She thought for a moment. "I haven't heard anything about that tribe. I'll have to look it up when I get the chance.

Sam smiled warmly at that comment.

After a moment of silence, Jamie glanced between them. "Do you know who found me? Dr. Cullen said they're friends of his."

Embry nodded. "Yeah, it was Seth and Quil. They're a couple friends of ours, too. Quil carried you back here while Seth called to give everyone a heads up."

Jamie nodded with a small smile. "Well, you'll have to tell them thanks for me."

Embry smiled. "You can tell them yourself when you meet them. I'm sure you'll see them both soon enough."

Jamie swallowed and forced a smile as she nodded. Would she be able to stay that long? How long could she risk staying in one place?

"Did Dr. Cullen say how long I have to stay like this?" she asked quietly.

Sam and Embry exchanged a quick glance, one that Jamie almost didn't notice.

Sam was the one who answered. "He said you'll have to stay in bed for at least a week. But you'll have to take it easy for a few weeks after that, so you don't reopen your stitches."

Jamie nodded once as she looked at her lap. Crap. So she was stuck here for a while. What if Rick came looking for her?

There was a knock on the door and a new face peaked inside. He looked younger than Sam or Embry, but he was definitely Quileute. When he stepped into the room, Jamie noticed something. He was holding a backpack.

"Hey! That's my bag!" she shouted, sitting up straighter. The movement put a slight strain in her leg, but she ignored it. Panic began settling in.

"Collin, what are you doing with her backpack?" Embry asked tiredly, he sounded like he was used to this sort of thing.

"I wasn't snooping through it! I swear!" he shouted quickly. He must be known for snooping through things judging by his defense. "I was walking by and I tripped over it. And then this fell out." he lifted up his other hand, which held a handgun. He looked over and met Jamie's eyes. "Why do have a gun?"

Everyone's eyes were on her, waiting for her response.

"I have a license for that." she swore. They didn't look like they believed her.

"Right, sure you do. You're-what-thirteen? How would you get a gun license?" Collin asked.

"For your information, I'm fifteen. And what's in my backpack is none of your business. It's not like I'm going to use it on anyone here. It's for self-defense. I swear it!" she added frantically, looking at Sam. He studied her face for a long time before his own face softened. He nodded once before looking down at Collin.

"She ran all the way here from Port Townsend, Col. I think having something to protect yourself would make sense."

Another boy who Jamie didn't notice before smacked Collin on the back of the head. He looked about the same age as Collin. "Idiot. I told you not to go snooping through her stuff." he snatched the backpack from his friend's hands and crossed the room to Jamie's bed. He held out his hand to give it to her.

"Here. Sorry, he can be a real-" their eyes met and everything stopped.

Brady found himself getting lost in a pair of dark green eyes with brown flecks, reminding him of a lush, endless forest. In that moment, nothing else mattered, only the beautiful, injured girl sitting before him. All he cared about was seeing her smile, hearing her laugh, talk, anything.

He imprinted.