Author's Note: Okay, this fic is going to be written in two POVs, Jacob's and Bella's. Also, this is set in before Bella actually discovers that Jacob is a werewolf. Anyway, enjoy the story!

Disclaimer(I forgot to put it in the prologue...so here goes)

I do not own any Twilight characters and I do not own Stephenie Meyer.

Bella's POV

I had a positively strange dream that night, again. I woke up screaming, again.

Still those blank forests, me feeling alone and scared. But suddenly, a giant creature jumped out of the trees-and ran forward, straight at another shadow. I gasped as I realized who it was. Edward. It had been months since I'd seen his face-and yet who could forget that face, I pondered.

The wolf-for that was what it is-clashed with Edward with a audible crash. I heard Edward snarl. The wolf let out a howl.

And then my whole world went blank-I woke. Covered in sweat and panting like a horse, but fine.

"Holy crow." I breathed and tumbled out of bed, making a rather loud thunk. Dressing quickly and trying to not think about the dream. Why had I dreamed of him, when I had just begun to get my life back with Jacob? I thought back to the time when Edward and I were in the meadow-NO, My brain screamed, and I felt the familiar pain in my chest, in my head, in my heart. Don't think about him. Just...stop it.

"Bells! You want some breakfast?" Charlie yelled from downstairs. A burning smell filled my nostrils and I heard him swear. Note to self, I mused silently, cook breakfast. The only thing Charlie can cook without burning it or destroying it in other horrible, yet spectacular ways is toast. I trotted downstairs, trying to make myself look more normal and presentable. Charlie has rather sharp eyes.

Luckily, he did not detect any signs of considerable madness and grunted in thanks when I placed some eggs, fried tomatoes and toast in front of him.

"What are you doing today, Bells? Going shopping? Or going to Jacob's again?" Charlie had been considerably happier since I made a point of going to Jacob's house almost daily-until two weeks later when he had suddenly, according to Billy, contracted serious stomach flu. Charlie, on the other hand, made no effort in being friendlier, or even more polite towards Ed-STOP. My brain commands me. Do. Not. Think. About. Him.

"Yeah-I'm going to Jacob's." I decided about that on the spot. My homework is mostly done, my emails to Renee all checked and she won't get too worried in a hurry. Jacob is always a good choice to visit. If he is still sick-well, I decided, he'll just have to put up with me.

After I had gobbled down a bowl of cereal, I grabbed my jacket and went to the front door. Charlie stopped me.

"Give this to Billy," he said, holding up a frozen packet that, I knew, was full of freshwater fish, "he'll be missing this-hasn't gone fishing for God knows how long."

I grabbed the bag and made for my truck. It was freezing cold inside but I managed to get the heater to work properly. I looked again where he had removed-hacked out, more like-the stereo that E-don't think about it, I commanded myself. Don't even think about it.

I arrived at La Push quickly, although my truck cannot possibly do over fifty an hour. When I knocked on the door, Billy appeared at once, looking a little frustrated and-could it be?-a little scared.

"Looking for Jacob?"he asked at once. I wondered what made him look jumpy. I handed him the fish and replied that yes, I am looking for him.

"He's still sick. Sorry, Bella, this flu is infectious and I don't want you catching it." Billy sounded resolute, final. I know today's not going to be possible.

But wait-Jacob had been out of action for two weeks. Is it normal? I thanked Billy and pretended to walk back to my truck, then, when I saw from the corner of my eye that Billy had gone inside, I crept quietly back to the house. I know where Jacob's room is, and walked up to the back of the house, taking care all the time. It would be just like me to trip, bang my head on some concrete and Billy had to take me to the hospital.

I know, I know I should have known something was amiss when I saw the curtains are open. But the idiot that I am, I just walked straight up to the window and peeked through, hoping to at least mildly surprise Jacob.

But no. the bed was made, the wardrobe was closed. No one had been sleeping here for at least a week. Jacob wasn't sick. He's missing. Gone.

My legs went out from under me and I fell onto the grass into a sitting position, making a thud.