Sibling Rivalry

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters. Oh but if I did...or at least if the wolves were real. =3


Things have been changing and it's not a change that he understands. Puberty was a change but nothing like this, there's something else going on. He can feel it in his veins. He's irritable; he's never irritable. Right now no one irritates him more than his own sister. Leah's supposed to be full of advice, smiles and words of encouragement for him; she's supposed to understand what he's going through. Leah even understood the 'boy stuff' and hadn't even cringed when he told her about his wet dreams. She merely puckered her lips, let out a heavy sigh, run a hand through her hair and told him, 'sleep naked to not ruin your underwear and…start doing the laundry'.

Now that he's changing; his clothes don't fit right, he's bulking up but the only weights he lift are his school books. It's hot…everywhere it's just always so fucking hot. His sinuses are wide open and the smells are too much, is it possible to smell too much? He overhears people conversations even when he's far away and he notices Tia Boyer's zit which looks really nasty; he decides not to ask her out to the dance.

He goes to his sister's room because he needs to talk to someone about what is going on. He also doesn't like how Sam Uley keeps asking him how he's doing. First of all, Sam has no right to say shit to him after what he's done to his sister and secondly…Sam just – just…scares him? Irritates him? Whatever, something just ain't right about Sam.

"I need to talk to you." Seth states as he bursts into Leah's room. The doorknob bangs against the door and he winces at the dull, loud sound.

Leah is sitting on her bed; legs crossed Indian-style, school book in her lap, pen in her mouth, glasses on and a look of murder in her eyes. His nostrils flare as he rolls his head around, the joints cracking and popping loudly.

"Talk and stop being a fucking mouth breather." She snaps and for a moment he's taken aback; Leah never curses at him. Sure they curse, secretly, in each other's presence but never at one another; not in anger or frustration like this.

"Mouth breather?" He questions as his heart begins to race at the insult.

"Yes, I heard you fucking huffing and puffing down the hall." Leah states as she slams her book shut and throws it on the floor. She's only wearing a tank top and underwear while he's only wearing a pair of jeans.

"I'm not a mouth breather." He grumbles trying to regain control over himself. Something's wrong, he can feel it. The hairs on the back of his neck are standing up as if Leah's room is full of electricity. His fingers are trembling.

"What do you want Seth?" Leah growls as she stomps towards her brother. His eyes narrow and he, surprisingly, sends a growl back in response.

"I wanted to talk to you but I guess since you're being such a bitch why should I even bother." He snaps back at her. He's not aware of it but they are suddenly both yelling at one another. He doesn't remember much of what happens, not who pushed who first, not who cursed Dad out but he does recall what he said to her – the words that caused the shit to hit the fan.

"And this is why Sam left you! You're just such a stuck up bitch." He regrets his words when he sees the hurt in her eyes. She had been getting better after what Sam had done to her and now – now he's just thrown her hurt and pain right back into her face.

He wants to apologize and take it all back but the hurt is soon replaced with pure rage. Dad's yelling but it sounds so muffled and far off as Leah begins to shake violently and something inside of him snaps.

They both phase in unison; a large light gray silver wolf facing off against a large sandy brown wolf. They don't hear the cry of surprise that is then followed up by a cry of pain. They are much too busy tearing into each other; their minds are chaotic, a swirl of colors, memories, thoughts and words that are being yelled much too fast for him to process them.

Sam eventually shows up and breaks them apart. But then it is much too late to fix the damage that has already been done. Leah is covered in blood and Dad is barely breathing. Leah runs to Dad's side and nudges him with her nose, she's crying out his name but in the room there's only silence and her soft whimpers. He sits stunned as she struggles to get Dad up and get him to the hospital, she tries, desperately, to dial the number for 9-1-1 but is only stopped by a command from Sam.

Sam has Jared get Dad to the hospital while the others are forced to deal with the two new wolves in the pack. We learn what we are, our purpose and about imprinting. Leah doesn't like this and Sam's attempts to win her favor and forgiveness are met with low growls and a ducked head.

Seth accepts his responsibility gladly because he now understands what was going on; all he needed was confirmation that this wasn't abnormal and that he wasn't going crazy. Leah, however, doesn't and he tries to make amends for his comment. She accepts his apology but he can see that the damage has already been done and won't heal so quickly.

His words have cut her deeply; it's another cut to her adding to the cut left by Sam and by Dad's passing. But he'll heal her. Everything that Leah would do for him whenever he was down, he'll do for her. He'll be a ball of sunshine and energy for her. He'll make her laugh when she wants to cry. He'll show her how much fun they can have together.

It doesn't work and he begins to slowly give up. There's darkness inside of her, a small part of her that is housing all of this pain. Her harsh words 'leave me alone, Seth. I'm just a bitch and no one wants me, remember?' cut him deeply; it's a grim reminder of the one time he's failed her as a brother.

But…still, he may not push as hard but he'll continue trying to heal the cuts that have been left by him and the others.


A/N: Alright so here goes the final installment to this story. I'd like to thank everyone for reading and unfortunately due to an untrustworthy and laptop and even more untrustworthier fanfiction dot net. I had this great thank you and about my Wake-up Call and even about SM thinking about continuing on Jacob and Nessie's (there was a gag there - twice) story. And even ended with the Cullens and Volturri playing patty cake because that's the worst that SM can do while ensuring that Bella and Nessie have the best and most wonderful *starts to turn green* happily ever after ever. But yea...but I really need to hurry this up in case my laptop freeze or doc mgr won't save it. TnT Why is everything against me? Don't I deserve a Mary-Sue moment? No, *kicks over trashcan* instead it's given to a spineless, manipulative, whiny bitch who can't see past her own nose to care about anyone else.

It's irrational but I blame SM for this. *nods head firmly* That's right, I do.

But love ya all...and oh! Let me just clear up something about the last chapter. Emily really didn't think that her sleeping with Sam was fine but rather it was just better if Sam had only treated it as a one-time fling. Pretty much a 'kiss and don't tell' kind of rule. And why bother telling Leah something that would only hurt her? But we all know that one person who only regrets getting caught when they've done wrong. =3 And that's my explanation of Emily.