Quick heads up but this is not going to be one of those fics where Kim is the girl he never saw then one day he saw her and she swoons into his arms at the sight of his amazing abs. While those stories are nice, I warn you now: JARED HAS TO EARN KIM!!!! SHE'S NOT SO GRATEFUL THAT HE TURNED UP THAT SHE GIVES IT ALL UP FOR HIM!!! I know, I know, Jacob said otherwise but this is my story SO SHUT UP JACOB!!!! (Not really I think Jacob is awesome).

And I apologise for the delay of the last chapter but as I said, my computer, indeed all technology I came into contact with including A LIFT FOR CHRIST'S SAKE(!) (apologies to Christians), decided to unite and hate me so, yes, updating once a week did not work out. Apologies again. That's probably more apologies than I usually give in a year. Whatever, you guys are worth it because those of you that review have been epically fucking lovely and this is for all you guys. CHAINOFLOVE!! (Like what I did there? ;P)

Any hoo, hopefully worst month of my short life so far is how being put behind me and we can move on and enjoy Kim-Jared-ness.

So, if you would like to be included in Chainofcommand's CHAINOFLOVE (we have cookies) then REVIEW!!!!

Chapter Four

Kim ducked into the nearest bathroom after rounding the corner. She had felt him stare at her all down the corridor. No, that was wrong – it had taken him a few seconds to find her, which in itself freaked her out – no one could find her, she was invisible! - But then his gaze had stayed on her. She knew it, she felt it.

When Jared had looked her in that classroom, Kim had lost it. Something had changed; she did not know what, and she did not know why, but the day she decided to stop mooning over Jared was the day he looked at her like she was the Sun. And she had felt the same way, as though it had all been leading up to this moment. Like they were two strands on the Fate's Loom that had been intricately and irrevocably woven together – nothing could free her now and she was scared shitless.

What worried her even more was that sense of calm just being near him. She had felt it in her bones, she was safe with him. She had forgotten all else and she had teased him, given him something to remember her for. What was she thinking! She had spent the rest of the lesson refusing to look at him, though every cell in her body was begging to be drawn in by those eyes again. When he had given her the stuff back at the end of the class she had stuffed it in her bag and gotten the hell out of there before her tongue could get her into anymore trouble. Before she could look at him and feel the earth do that weird disappearing act again.

Invisible was what Kim Lincoln was good at and she was terrified that in one moment of teenage lust, she had wrecked it all.

Emily set a cup of camomile tea and a plate of cookies in front of Jared. Being too dejected to eat, Jared did not even look up from his cup when Paul began scoffing them down. Emily sat down, concerned; it was a first for Jared to pass up her cooking.

"Jared? Are you ready to talk about it?" Emily asked.

Paul rolled his eyes at the touchy feely approach, feeling a two-by-four to the skull would be a more effective starting point, but said nothing. He did not like Jared being depressed like this which made him want to shake the imprintee until she promised to love Jared back. He kept this suggestion to himself since he did not think Jared would take it well.

"What is there to talk about? We spoke, I imprinted, she ran. What else is there to say?" Jared said his voice almost toneless in his misery.

"Well, why don't we start with what you said to her," Emily suggested. "How did it happen?"

"I...I was in English. Sam had us running patrol 'til four so I was beat. I had my eyes closed but then I smelt her and there was this weird tugging in my belly. I looked up and there she was. That was it, job done, imprint imprinted on. She wasn't looking at me so I started talking to her. I didn't have any stuff with me so I asked her for a pen. She gave me one and her hand touched mine; it was...intense. Then she gave me some paper, she said the pen wouldn't do much good if I had nothing to write on. She was funny."

"Hilarious," Paul said, grabbing his fourth cookie.

"Shhh," Emily scolded gently, moving the cookies out of Paul's reach. "Jared, go on."

"That's it. She looked away and she never looked back. I gave Kim –" Jared winced at the tug (this time from his abused heart) that saying her name caused – "her stuff back. She didn't even look at me, just stuffed in her bag, said thanks and practically sprinted from the room. She couldn't get rid of me fast enough." Jared slid further down in his seat, wishing there was a hole beneath him he could just fall into.

"Did anything else happen?" Emily asked, completely confused by the girl's reaction. Speaking from experience, even the most convoluted imprint felt the same – like she was coming home. It was kind of like becoming a parent, Emily thought. The same unbreakable love. Yes the intensity was scary but in a good way; you thrilled at finding them, blissed out because you are in love, terrified it will not work out, and safe because it will work, it is not possible for it not to. You will love them, forever and always. There was no other option.

Until now it seemed.

"No, nothing. I thought about sex but she doesn't know that."

Paul burst out laughing. Emily glared at him and seriously considered kicking him under the table but she didn't want to catch Jared by accident. Not that it would not hurt her more than them.

"Right. Jared, I'm sorry but I don't know what to do, honey. I felt so guilty about hurting Leah but I still couldn't not be will Sam. I don't know why the girl ran."

"Maybe she didn't imprint back. Maybe I didn't imprint," Jared said. He was almost hopeful – if it was just run of the mill love at first sight and not imprint love then he might be able to get through it. A bit of moping, some ice cream and he would be good as new. Well, maybe not as good as new but still able to function.

"Do you really think that?" Emily asked gently.

Jared thought about it then shook his head miserably. He had imprinted. He knew he had. He had met the One and had not even had time to give her his heart before she tore it apart.

Paul grabbed his fifth cookie and hoped to the ancient spirits he never imprinted – it made you either a hopeless romantic (Sam) or a complete, self-pitying mess (Jared). He smiled to himself: nope, he would never imprint.

Above them, the ancient spirits grinned. Just you wait, Paul Matthews, just you wait, they thought.

Two chapters in two days – that's pretty good! But you guys have reviewed. And we are behind the schedule that I meant as a hypothetical how long until I need a new chapter if I don't write one until I've updating all the ones I have. But whatev, glad you guys like it so much.