I felt myself waking up. The forest floors on the west coast are a lot more comfortable than any other forest I've slept in...shit. I snapped up from my laying down position and took in my surroundings. I was on a large couch, I was in a small house, almost shack like, but then again who was I to judge, I didn't have a place to call home. I could feel the soft fabric on my shoulder. Someone had wrapped it, and by the smell, had cleaned it too. I took a peek and saw the damage, or lack thereof. It was now a light pink scar amongst an arrange of older white scars.

This was bad. I'd been out longer than I thought. I took a look at the crook of my elbow then my wrist, damn, fresh needle marks, they'd given me something. Probably morphine and a wide arrange of other narcotics. I wondered what they thought when they had to give me a horse's dose to keep me knocked out. Well I couldn't be in the clutches of Itex. I'd be in a lab if I were. So that leaves independent researches, enemies of Itex, or good Samaritans who only have my best interest at heart. Ha, I crack myself up.

I got up off the couch and scanned the room for my bag. No sight of it. And I wasn't about to leave without it. Of the few belongings I had that's where I kept them. There wasn't much in it anyways. Food, medical, and weapon supplies, some books, clothing, and some pics my flock and I had taken when we met Max's flock. All of these things I wanted back. The weapons especially.

I closed my eyes and listened for sounds. I heard low voices talking in the kitchen, one of an older man and one of a younger one. I made a quick decision, I wanted to know who they were and what they wanted with me. I got up, wobbly, and made my way to the voices.

As I got closer I could make out what they were saying, "-easy, but I'm willing to take the time and the effort Sam! Don't you realize what she is to me?" Ok so far I'm confused. And suddenly I had this strange urge to jump in the room and see the owner of that voice. But I didn't, years of learned knowledge kept me inline. Instead I decided to listen to this conversation play out.

"I realize that Jacob, but do you realize what she is? Did you see all those scars, and I know you saw that thing that shot her down. She has enemies Jake! Strong ones. Our first priority is to keep La Push safe. Until we figure this out, figure her out, you need to take things slow, she could be an enemy. What if that metal heap had been the good guy? Did you ev-"

"Shut up! I know! I've had 3 days to think about all this! You have no idea how many scenarios I've gone over in my head, but I'll tell you one thing. All of them end up with us together. I thought you of all people would understand this Sam."

"Just remember where your loyalties lie Jake." A shuffle of chairs abruptly came and one slammed down to the floor. "Jacob! Calm yourself. Sam I think it's best if you go now. We can talk about this later after she's woken up and we've learned her name at the least." A back door slammed and someone picked up the fallen chair and slammed it up against the table. " Where are you going Jake?"

"To check on her!" Replied the angry voice. Shit. I'm pretty sure I'm that she. Now I know I could've made it back to that couch in time. But I couldn't move, I wanted, no, had to see the owner of this voice. I had no idea why, just a heart gripping feeling that if I didn't it would hurt me in the end.

oh...that's one bitch of a cliff hanger...srry it's midnight i'm tired, and well, this chapter's short just to get you guys over the shock that (big collective breath) she actually wrote something!