Title: Two Parts Of One Whole

Author: Lacrymosa_91

Fandom: Twilight

Pairing: Jacob/Paul

Rating: NC-17 ~ M

Declaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters, plots or conceptions of Twilight, unfortunately. They belong to Stephenie Meyer.

WARNING: SLASH AND OOC (Out Of Character):

Paul is going to be the submissive and the cute one and Jake is going to be the dominating and tough guy. I am writing this warning because I want you guys to have an idea how the things will evolve. I know that everybody has their own preferences for dom/sub and that's why I am informing you for my intentions. I don't want anybody to get disappointed because Jake/Paul's relationship is not as you expected it to be.

Summary: In times of a blood feud between two neighbouring tribes unlikely love blossoms.
While walking in the woods near the border of his tribe's lands Paul, the only child left to his severe father unexpectedly meets Jacob - member of the neighboring tribe that inhabits the areas beyond the White Fang Rigdes. They imprint on each other but neither Jacob nor Paul knows about the other's imprinting. They separate, running in opposite directions, fighting the urge to be together, not knowing even each other's names.

What will happen?

Will they be able to fight it or the desire will take over them?

Can their love triumph over the prejudice and the hatred between their tribes?

Is their imprinting just a cruel joke of the destiny or it will lead to the end of the blood feud?

A/N: I want to thank you for the reviews and the support guys. I really appreciate it! The third chapter is already here. I want to tell you that I made a little correction in the previous chapter- I swaped Quil for Seth. I mean,…I though it over and decided to put Seth in Jacob's pack since I didn't want to separate the Clearwater siblings. So the packs look like this:

Paul- Sam (Alpha), Embry and Quil.

Jacob (Alpha) -Jared, Seth and Leah.

I am so sorry if this is confusing or something but I think that the change was necessary.

And yeah, I know that may be the action is evolving slower than you'd like, but I think that it's important for the story. I want to make it right and tell the story properly and that's why I am taking my time with the plot and don't rush the things for now.

Anyway I hope that you will like it.


~Chapter three: Fatherly love~


He stood silently in his large, wooden chair on the verandah, as the heavy, gray smoke coming from his pipe was swirling around him in little fragrant clouds. It calmed him slightly. It eased his tensed nerves just for a little bit.

His eyes were roaming aimlessly over the gloomy forest in front of him. The rain had ceased just an hour ago and the air smelled of wet soil, leaves and moss.

It was quiet now. He had went outside seeking silence, seeking a place where he wouldn't hear how his son cried and whimpered in his sleep, place where he wouldn't see his pale face and full of anguish eyes.

He couldn't look at him anymore. It hurt him deeply. It was leaving him angry, desperate and aggrieved.

To John Ahote his son was irretrievably lost, and this fact was breaking his fatherly heart. Paul was his only child left - the youngest of his four sons, three of who had died in the countless bloody brushes with the Quileutes, years ago. Paul was everything he had left, his only child, his only heir, the only one who could preserve the Ahote's name and kin from extinction and now…he was losing him slowly.

He frowned as he noticed four figures coming out of the foggy woods, and approaching his house slowly. John Ahote stood up from his chair and put his pipe down on the table, as his hands clenched into tight fists. Since the tribe had found out everyone was coming. He hated it. He hated it when they were coming to his home, like some vultures to feast upon his misery.

When the figures came nearer he could distinguish their features more clearly. His fists unclenched, but his face remained stern and scrunched with irritation. At least it wasn't anybody from the council.

He went down the three stairs of the verandah to meet the newcomers.

"What do you want, Sam Uley?" He said sternly, folding his arms in front of his chest. "Paul doesn't want to see anybody. He is not well."

"That's the reason I am here, John. " Sam replied calmly. "We came to talk with you and to try to help our brother." He said motioning with his hands to his companions.

The older man's eyes passed briefly over the little group. He relaxed a little when he saw Emby Call - the kid was Paul's best friend and had been by his son's side since this all had started a month ago. Right next to him stood Quil Ateara - his father was a member of the council, but the boy wasn't arrogant and haughty like him, just the other way around. Quil was a bit wild but also friendly and pleasant young man, and everybody in the tribe liked him.

John Ahote couldn't help the tiny smile that grazed his lips as his eyes stopped on the young woman whose fingers were laced together with Sam's. Emily - the Alpha's imprint smiled warmly and made a step forward.

"Hi, John." She whispered softly, the left not disfigured side of her face showing her compassion. "I bring Paul some of his favorite soup." She lifted the white thermos in her free hand slightly. "Can we come in?"

Paul's father was sure that Sam hadn't brought Emily without a purpose, knowing John's liking for the young woman. Emily had always been kind and caring to his son and he was thankful to her for that.

They all entered the house. Emily took a bowl and a spoon from the kitchen and then immediately went upstairs to see Paul, leaving the men in the living room to talk.

Emily carefully opened the door of the bedroom, not wanting to wake up Paul if he was sleeping, but she was slightly surprised to see him sitting in a chair by the window. He didn't notice her entering his room and continued to stare through the slightly blurred glass, his hand clutching at the medallion that hung on a silver chain around his neck.

"Hey, cub!" She greeted silently and closed the door behind her back with her foot.

Paul winced slightly with surprise and stood up slowly from the chair. Emily barely managed to hold back the gasp that wanted to spill from her lips, as she stared at the boy's haggard figure.

"Hi, Emily." He whispered faintly, pretending not to notice the worried expression on her face and sat on the bed. "What brings you here?"

Emily frowned slightly, the scars on her cheek looking even deeper as she scrunched her face. She put the thermos and the bowl on the nightstand and sat next to Paul.

"What brings me here?" She asked, a bit offended by Paul's coldness. "Am I not allowed to see you? I am worried about you! Isn't that reason good enough?"

Paul sighed heavily and brushed his fingers through his short, dark hair. He looked at Emily for a short moment, his eyes shining with held back pain, before he bent his head.

"I am sorry, Em." He mumbled huskily and closed his eyes. "I didn't mean to…"

"Hey, don't apologize." She whispered lovingly as she cupped his chin and lifted his head slightly. "I am the one who has to apologize. I should have come earlier to see you, but the elders didn't let anybody outside the pack to come near you. I shouldn't have listened to them." She shook her head, her hand caressing the boy's pale face. "I miss you, cub. We all miss you."

Emily pulled him closer and Paul let out a little contented sigh as he lied in the bed and rested his head in her lap. The young woman stoked his hair while humming silently and Paul closed his eyes, relaxing to the touch.

He loved Emily. Paul didn't remember his real mother since he had been only two years old when she had died after a long illness. And ever since he had phased for first time, since he had joined the pack, Emily had been there for him, she had been there for them all. She was like a mother to Paul, always caring, always there when he needed comfort and support.

"The dreams are still disturbing you?"

"Only when I sleep." He chuckled quietly, his voice tiny, bitter and ironical. "But that is not happening very often recently, so the dreams are not such a problem."

Emily huffed at the not so funny remark but suppressed the urge to slap Paul's arm. At least the boy's spirit was still alive.

"Sam wanted to talk with your father." Emily mused, her warm hand stoking Paul's arm in little soothing circles. "The Quileutes have a new Alpha and Sam wants to try to negotiate with them. You told Embry that your imprint had a tattoo on his arm? That he was a shifter too?"

"Yeah…" Paul nodded shortly, his whole body stiffening and his heart clenching inside his chest at the mention of the Quileute.

"Sam made inquires about him and he says that the new leader of Quileute's pack is still young but reasonable." She continued quietly while looking through the window. It was barely two o'clock in the afternoon, but it was slightly dark outside and the sky was gloomy as if the sun was about to set. "He says that his name is Jacob Black or something. Sam will try to talk with him and may be they will find a common language."

Paul sighed and stood up, his knees slightly shaking as he made his way to the window.

"You make it sound so simple and easy Em." He breathed out and shook his head. "It's true that we have temporary peace but…"

Paul was cut off by loud shouts coming from downstairs. Emily's wide with confusion eyes met his and neither of them lost time in hesitation as they made their way to the stairs.

Paul stopped at the landing and gazed down at the living room on the first floor. His father and Sam were arguing ardently while Embry and Quil stood silently, completely at a loss what to do.

"This will happen only over my dead body!" John Ahote shouted, his face red with anger." I will never let you do this!"

"John, we have to do something!" Sam retorted, struggling to remain calm. "You can't just sit idle!"

"You had the courtesy to ask for my permission…" John smirked bitterly and folded his arms in front of his chest. "And I say no! No, Uley! That's my last word! Now get out of my house!"

"You can't do this!" Sam said, his voice harsh and stern. "You can't just sit and watch how your son is suffering and not doing anything about it!"

Paul stood numb and silent, his breathing harsh and irregular. He vaguely noticed how Emily took his hand in hers and squeezed it reassuringly.

"Paul is a strong kid! He will get over it!" The old man said through clenched teeth. His voice ragged and slightly unsure, as if he was trying to convince not Sam but himself, he still hoped that Paul could endure it.

Sam's chest rumbled with a low growl and he inhaled deeply, trying to take a grip on himself. He rubbed his face, his chest heaving with the effort to keep the wolf inside him under control.

"To get over it!" He nearly barked. "It's impossible! You don't know how powerful the pull is! Paul can't get over the imprinting! No matter how strong he is, he can't break it!"

John just huffed and turned his back to the younger man. Sam sighed, his hands trembling with held back anger as he shook his head. The old man was awfully stubborn.

"Paul is fading, John." Sam said, this time trying to be more patient. "He is fading slowly but surely and there is only one way to help him. Let me negotiate with Black, let me take Paul to…"

"No! Do you hear me! I say no!" John roared and threw his hands in the air. "I'd rather see him dead than in the arms of any of them! I won't give my only son to the fucking Quileutes! They devastated my family! They killed my children! I won't let them touch my boy!"

"If we don't bring them together you'll lose him! If this continues like this Paul will die, the pain from the separation will kill him and…"

"Let him die then!" The old man shouted furiously. "I'd rather kill him with my own hands than give him to any of these crumbs!"

Paul closed his eyes as a sudden vertigo hit his head. His legs were sinking under him and he grabbed the railing of the stairs for support. Emily wrapped her arms around his middle and held him tight as violent shivers ran through his whole body. Paul was shaking all over, his chest clenching painfully, making him whimper in agony.

He couldn't breathe. It felt as though he was drowning. His throat was so stiff that it felt like someone was choking him.

"Em…I can't breathe…I can't …"

Paul's body went limp and he collapsed in Emily's arms with a faint, choked whine. The last thing he remembered were her desperate cries for help and then everything went black…


The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the sky - pale blue sky covered with little ragged clouds. He felt strange. It felt like he was swimming and everything around him was moving. The next thing that confused him was the warmth wrapped around him.

"Hey, sleepyhead!" Embry mumbled softly and smiled down at his friend. Paul noticed that the smile didn't reach Embry's full with concern eyes. "You're awake. I thought that you'd miss the whole walk."

Walk? Paul blinked a few times and then looked around himself. He saw the forest, the wind moving the trees slightly. And then there was that feeling again, as if he was swimming. But he wasn't moving, then…

Paul shifted slightly and Embry's grip around him tightened in order to not to drop him on the ground.

"We are almost there, Paul." His friend whispered and Paul finally got it.

Embry was carrying him.

Embry was walking through the woods, cradling Paul in his arms as if he was a baby. It wasn't such a surprise though, Paul had lost so much weight recently that he was slightly slimmer than Embry, light and fragile.

"W-what happened?" He whispered, snuggling in the soft blanket that was wrapped around him as Embry held him securely pressed to his warm chest. What were they doing in the woods?

"You had a panic attack…and passed out, Paul. You don't remember?"

Paul narrowed his eyes as he tried to remember. His mind flooded with ragged memories - his father shouting, Emily holding his hand, Sam growling angrily and…

He inhaled deeply and squeezed his eyes shut.

"He said that…he said that he preferred to see me dead..." Paul barely whispered. "... that he'd rather kill me with his own hands..."

He more felt than heard Embry sigh, as his pace quickened slightly.

"Don't think about it right now. Relax, okay?" He mumbled as he pressed Paul closer to his chest. "Sam told me to take you out of the house. He said that the fresh air would help you feel better."

They remained silent for a while before Paul noticed that Embry was walking in a deliberate direction, following a path unknown to him.

"Embry, where are we going?"

"It's not important." The young wolf said, as his forehead scrunched slightly and he averted his eyes from Paul's face and looked in front of himself.

"Did Sam tell you to take me to a certain place?"

"No. Sam doesn't know about this..."

"Then where are we going?"

"It's not imp…" Embry started, his eyes still avoiding his friend's. But he was cut off by Paul. The boy in his arms moved slightly and wrapped his arm around Embry's neck, forcing him to look at his face.

"I'll ask you for a last time, Embry." Paul said in a ragged whisper. "Where are you taking me?

Embry shook his head as his mouth opened and then closed again as if he was trying to say something.

"And don't tell me that it's not important!"

Embry stopped abruptly and sighed heavily. He bit at his bottom lip while a thoughtful expression crossed his face. He looked hesitant and from the way he behaved Paul understood that he wouldn't like the answer.

"We are going to…I am taking you to the border Paul."


TBC