Hey guys, I'm here with an update today and hopefully this you're actually reading this today so my message isn't received late. Today is my last day of summer vacation and tomorrow will be the beginning of my third year of torture…..yay.

Since school is starting and my entire focus, or at least the majority of it, will be shifting over to that, I don't know when I'll have the chance to see and write for you guys. I'm already behind as it is because I slacked off on some summer assignments, but I already have a plan for that so no worries….yet. Anyway this year I'm determined to excel like never before after experiencing what is known as the sophomore slump last year.

Moving on, thanks to the amazing TWELVE reviews for last chapter, I love and appreciate each one of them. I hope you have a fun read and I'll see you at the bottom.

Warning: This chapter contains a lemon, which means sex, and since this is slash it's gay sex, so if you don't like that then I suggest you leave….and if you don't like that why were you even here in the first place? I mean hello this is chapter 4, why the hell did you stick around for the first 3 chapters if you knew this was coming?

Sam POV

My eyes were beginning to droop as I sat next to Jessie as he continued to lie unconscious on our kitchen table. It had been six hours since Carlisle had finished repairing Jessie's leg and he was still out cold, but Carlisle was sure he was fine, since returning from feeding he had kept check on Jessie's heart rate and was confident that he'd make it through. Aside from Carlisle and myself, Jacob, Quil, Paul, Jared and Embry all sat around the table as well, either staring off into space or talking very quietly amongst themselves.

It had been a long day, from starting with patrols, to training the new recruits with simultaneous patrols, to having Jessie show up mauled, it was no wonder that the fatigue was clearly present in all of our eyes. I let out a yawn and rested my head against a clean and sterile portion of the table and hummed in satisfaction as the cool surface pressed against my warm skin. I kept my eyes open and allowed one of my hands to slide across the table to grip one of Jessie's own. I massaged it and held onto it tightly, hoping that my sentiment would be reached by him even in his current state.

A loud yawn from Jared caused me to look up and find him leaning on Paul with his eyes shut, while Paul stared solemnly at Jessie, arms crossed and a frown etched onto his face. I turned my gaze on Jacob who was silently drumming his fingers on the table, while Quil watched with slight fascination. I was slightly confused but I guess a few finger taps had been the most enticing sight Quil had observed in the past few hours. I finally shifted and rested my gaze upon Embry; he happened to be staring down at Jessie with a look of sorrow in his eyes and I knew exactly why.

When Embry's mother had abandoned him after learning about his ability to phase Jessie had quickly taken him in and kept him safe, creating a unique bond between the two of them that no one else in the pack had. Jessie had become everything to Embry; a father, a mother, a brother, a friend, and just someone who he could always count and rely on to help him through any rough patch in his life. I remember the crushed look on his face as we explained to him what had happened to Jessie, and his mix of fury and grief had turned him into an irrational and deadly wolf, foaming at the mouth ready to tear apart whoever had done this, to put it simply, calming him down had been no easy feat.

Turning away from Embry I looked behind me to find Carlisle slowly and quietly cleaning the kitchen; using some rags and chemicals to sterilize and disinfect any part of the kitchen that had been touched by bloodied flesh or bloodied instruments that had touched said bloodied flesh. Over the hours the kitchen was getting better and better and soon the only things that would need to be cleaned would be the living room, the table supporting Jessie, and Jessie himself.

Carlisle let out a sigh as he placed all of the waste into a pretty hefty bag before quickly leaving at lightning speed, returning not even a minute later wiping his hands as he reentered. I gave him a silent nod of thanks before turning to the exhausted pack who looked like each passing second was wearing them down more and more. "You guys can head home if you want," I said, shattering the long silence.

All of them had to slowly perk and realize that I had spoken before they could even begin the process of getting their mouths to move and words to form. "We're not going anywhere," Jacob said, pausing to yawn, "We're staying with you and Jess."

Jared was about to say something but as soon as his jaw dropped slightly the weight seemed to drag his head down to the table, hitting with a resounding thud. After a few seconds he quickly lifted a finger and spoke, "Jacob's right!"

Jacob and Quil couldn't help but laugh at their friend as he tried to prop himself up, yawning yet again and settling upright as he smacked his chops. "Besides," Paul said, speaking up, his voice slightly gruff, "What kind of family would we be if we just walked out on you right now?"

"But I want you to rest," I said, trying to reason with them, "Jess would want you to rest too."

"We're not leaving," Embry said.

"Well then maybe you should camp out in the living room," Carlisle said, "That way you can all rest as well as be near Jessie."

"That sounds like a good idea," I said, "Now don't make me order you out there."

"Alright," Jared said, quick to remove himself from the sturdy wooden chair and hobble towards the living room. I watched as one by one they all seemed to stand up and trail after each other into the living room and dive onto plush and comfortable chairs. I stood and followed just to make sure they were all settled and when I entered someone I had actually forgotten caught my eye.

Vince was still sitting in the back corner of the room, arms still crossed, and the same blank expression still glued to his face. I tiptoed my way over to him and stood above him, his head quickly lifting and his bright eyes connecting with mine, still striking and visible in the surrounding darkness. "You're still here," I said.

"As I said I would be," Vince retorted.

I growled lowly at him before turning, "Feel free to make yourself comfortable then," I said before reentering the kitchen to find Carlisle standing over Jessie and checking his pulse, "But not too comfortable."

"What was that?" Carlisle asked as he turned to look at me.

"Nothing," I said as I stood beside him, "How is he?"

"He's still stable," Carlisle said as he pressed lightly against various parts of Jessie's body, "No improvements, but nothing has seemed to grow worse."

"Alright," I said as I sat back down and clutched Jessie's hand again. I waited a few minutes as Carlisle continued to check over Jessie before speaking once he stepped away, "Thank you Carlisle."

"It's nothing," Carlisle said, "When your mind isn't hazy from fatigue it's rather easy to devise a good plan for everyone."

"No," I said quickly," Not the sleep thing…..for Jessie….for all the help you've given us."

Carlisle smiled at me before walking back over to us and placing a hand on my shoulders, "You're welcome," he said, "But I just see this as repaying friends who helped save my family from an end of their own. The Cullens will always be friends to the La Push pack."

I gave him a small smile before giving a nod. "You should try and get some sleep Sam," Carlisle said as he walked towards the back door, "I'll watch over Jessie for the time being."

"Right," I said as my eyes felt like bricks and my head continued to sway slightly.

"I'm just going to call and check in with Esme and then I'll return," Carlisle said as he stepped outside.

"Right," I said again as I clutched Jessie's hand and my head slid down to rest against the cool surface of the table once more. I tried to keep my eyes open, I really did, but after experiencing almost a whole twenty-one hours of strenuous activity and emotional turmoil I was worn out and as my eyes were quickly closing.

"Always by your side," I mumbled to Jessie before I feel asleep resting against the table.

When I awoke I knew I hadn't been asleep for too long. I looked out the window to see the sun starting to rise and knew it could only be around seven in the morning which meant the rest of the pack was probably still sleeping and which also meant the rest of the pack would be up soon and wondering where the hell the rest of us were. I let out a groan as I lifted my head away from the table, the skin of my cheek slowly peeling away from the surface and leaving me with a noticeable red mark of the right side of my face.

I rubbed my eyes and was about to stand when a scratchy voice broke through the sound of chirping birds, "Sam, why am I on our kitchen table?"

My eyes shot the rest of the way open and I was immediately on alert. I looked down to find Jessie as he stared up at me through a sleep filled eye. "Jess!" I cried as I pulled him off the table and into my lap, "Thank god you're alright."

Jessie let out a hiss as he settled against me and let his head rest on my shoulder, "I won't be if you keep manhandling me," he said.

I let out a small laugh as hugged him tight against my chest and ran my hand up and down against the back of his head. "I'm so relieved."

"Sam," Jessie whispered softly as he moved his head up and away from my shoulder so he could look at me. He may have been awake but I could tell he was still exhausted, but that didn't stop him from closing the space between us, allowing our lips to connect.

I relished in the small mewl Jessie emitted as his lips parted and allowed me to gain entrance to his warm and inviting mouth. I held him tight and secure as I gently worked his mouth with my own tongue, hoping to show how much I loved and cared about him. When we broke apart he rested his head back on my shoulder, "I'm so tired," he said.

"I know Jess," I said, closing my own eyes, "I know."

A cough from somewhere in the kitchen caused us to move apart and turn to find Carlisle watching us from the corner of the kitchen, "I'm sorry to interrupt," he said, "But I think it's time we asked Jessie some questions."

Jessie immediately looked confused and it was only then that he realized that he was covered in dried blood, and was succeeding in covering me in small flakes of it that were falling from his clothes. I grew concerned as he started breathing quickly and examining every inch of his clothing, "What…..what happened?" he asked.

I drew Jessie into a hug and my eyes widened as I connected with Carlisle, "It's alright," I said, "You're safe now," but it wasn't alright, it wasn't alright at all, judging by his words he didn't even know what happened, and if he didn't things were going to go from bad to worse.

"Actually Jessie," Carlisle said causing Jessie to pull away and look at him, "We were hoping you could tell us that." Jessie looked to Carlisle and then to me and then back to Carlisle.

"You were brought home bleeding heavily and unconscious," I said, "We have no idea what happened to you Jess."

"Can you tell us the last thing you remember?" Carlisle asked.

Jessie seemed shocked for a moment before he hugged me from his spot in my lap, a spot he had remained in since the second he had woken up. I stroked Jessie's head in hopes that it would help soothe and relax him so he could think clearly and try and remember what had happened. I was terrified that he was having this problem; if someone had gotten the jump on him, damaged him this badly, and was still out there, we'd have some serious problems.

I felt Jessie pull himself closer to me as he began to speak, "I don't remember anything…..I'm sorry," he said, "The last thing I remember was Sam leaving and then waiting around for a bit…..and the nothing."

I looked to Carlisle out of the corner of my eye in a silent question for what to do next. He already seemed to have that planned out as he walked over to us, "It's alright Jessie," he said, "For all we know you may not have been conscious for what happened. You lost a lot of blood and exerted a lot of energy so it's best if you take it easy right now anyway."

Jessie seemed to think this over, still shaken by everything, before answering, "Right," he said, "….Maybe I'll just take a shower…get cleaned up."

"That sounds like a good idea," Carlisle said, "Sam you should probably help him, we don't know how much Jessie will be able to do on his own right now."

"I'm going to go start the shower," Jessie said as he stood up from my lap, his legs quickly buckling, causing him to grip onto me for support, "Shit…..what happened."

"It's alright Jessie," Carlisle said, "We'll explain everything after you get cleaned up."

"Right," Jessie said again, looking absolutely petrified, "I'll just go."

"I'll be right there babe," I said as I stood up and watched him go, however as soon as he left I quickly turned to Carlisle, a horrified look on my face, "He doesn't remember!"

"Maybe he really wasn't conscious for what happened," Carlisle said, "Maybe someone took him by surprise and knocked him out cold before whatever happened, happened."

"But what if that's not the case," I said with a grim tone, my mind racing with all the possible and horrible things that might have happened to my Jess, "We're shifters, it would take a lot of power to get the advantage over us and take us down that quickly."

Carlisle turned from me and started pacing back and forth across the kitchen, running a hand through his hair every so often. I jumped and looked up when the sound of running water came from upstairs and jumped again when I looked down to find Carlisle back and facing me. "PTSD" he said quickly.

"P….T….S….what?" I asked, my ears not able to comprehend with how fast the four letters were said.

"Post-traumatic stress disorder," Carlisle said, "Or some lower form or sub-form to it."

"Care to explain?" I asked, knowing full well that he would.

"My thinking is that he was conscious for whatever happened to him," Carlisle said as he began his pacing once more, "You saw the shape he was in when he was brought here and the force needed to deliver that kind of damage would fell no less than excruciating."

"So how does the disorder tie in?" I asked.

"I'm assuming he's going through a smaller and brief version of the disorder that's causing him to black out the scene from his mind," Carlisle said, "His subconscious doesn't want the brain or heart to relive the pain and anxiety that occurred during that period knowing that it could potentially have damaging results to the body."

"Like what?" I asked, "Nightmares?"

"Nightmares, panic attacks, stress, apprehension, fear, anything really," Carlisle said as he spun on his heel to face me once more, "If it turns out that he was in fact conscious, we're going to need to keep a close watch on him."

The information was really hitting me hard and I was upset with myself that I hadn't been there to protect the one person I cared about the most. I wasn't going to dwell on that fact though, I was going to move forward and make sure that I helped the love of my life through whatever he'd go through. "I'm going to go check on Jessie," I said as I quickly exited the kitchen and quietly made my way upstairs and towards the bathroom.

I turned the knob, thankful that Jessie had left it unlocked, and stepped inside. I shut the door quietly behind me before turning to find the pile of Jessie's bloody clothes stacked neatly in the trash. I quietly made my way over to the shower and drew back the curtain to find Jessie sitting and resting against the back wall of the shower, eyes closed and letting the hot water wash over him. I smiled down at his peaceful form before laughing, I never did get his tendency to sit down in the shower, but I still enjoyed that little detail to him, I enjoyed every single detail about him.

I was caught by surprise as Jessie's right eye popped open and a smile graced his face as he spotted me, "Care to join me?" he asked.

What was I going to say? No? Of course not, he was my mate after all. I smiled at him before I slipped off my dirty shirt, quickly following by undoing the button on my shorts, letting them slip down my legs and settling around my ankles. My boxer-briefs went next before I stepped into the shower, "Scoot up for a second," I said as the first streams of water hit my back.

Jessie complied with a grin and I quickly snuck into the spot where he had previously been laying. Once I settled in I wrapped my arms around his waist and drew him against my chest, kissing his neck as he rested his head near my shoulder. I didn't want to worry him or cause his mind to race back to what could have possibly happened to him, so instead I started massaging his shoulders and back as I tried to work out the knots of pain and fear.

Jessie let out a satisfying groan that caused my member to twitch, but as I continued to get Jessie to relax I tried to will the arousal away, this was time for rest and recuperation, not sex. I stopped with the massage and let Jessie rest as I wrapped my arms around him, letting the hot water continue to rain down on us and mat our hair to our sat like that for a while, just letting the water rain down on us as we let the dirt, blood and grime be rinsed off and away down the drain. I was content with just laying there forever with him, but it seemed like Jessie had another idea, an idea he was quickly setting into motion.

"Thanks babe," Jessie said.

"For?" I asked.

"Everything," Jessie said, "You always know how to make me feel better, always know how to make me feel safe."

My heart swelled at that and it felt so much better because I knew it was true, and it was so satisfying to know that he felt content and that he felt safe in my presence. "I love you Jess," I said.

"I love you too Sam," Jessie said, "I love you so much."

I didn't think to stop Jessie as he turned to his side, wrapping his arms around my neck as he went in for a kiss. I didn't hold back as both of our lips parted and a duel began. Sooner rather than later my tongue overpowered his and I was slowly delving my tongue deeper and deeper into his mouth, and the deeper I went the more aroused I grew.

I broke away from Jessie's mouth and began to suck on his neck as he turned completely to face me and sit in my lap, his rigid length brushing up against my abdomen. At that moment I lost all rational thought as I let my lust take over. I wrapped my arms around Jessie and got on my knees and lowered him to the shower floor, letting him rest on his back as I stood on all fours above him. I gave a small growl as I descended back upon his neck and my member grew rock hard. The sounds that were escaping Jessie's mouth as I bit and nipped at his neck while we simultaneously rubbed our hands up and down each other were driving me insane.

I broke away for small fleeting seconds to stare down at him and observe the pure want and need that his eyes held, "Sam…please," he panted, "Take me."

"But I haven't prepared you, and you're still hurt, and you need to rest" I said, Jessie being the only person who could make me lose my authoritative front and make me act like a boy who had just hit puberty , "And-"

"Sam," he interrupted gently, "I'm still in pain, and I need you to make me feel something else."

I nearly spilled all over him with those words, but held it together as I grabbed his legs and drew him close to me, "Are you sure?" I asked.

He leaned up and kissed me before placing a hand on my member and giving a few slow and agonizing strokes that had me thrusting into his hand. "Positive," he said.

I returned the kiss before slowly spreading his legs to reveal his entrance. It was a satisfying and powerful feeling knowing that Jessie needed to be filled and that I was the only one who could do it for him. I lined up my member with his entrance and kissed him again, "Ready?" I asked.

"Yeah," Jessie said, "Just hurry Sam…I need you….I need you bad."

I nodded my head before capturing his lips and muffling his cries as I slowly started to push into him, no stretching, no lube, just my flesh and his flesh coming together to make us one. After some time to allow him to adjust Jessie nodded his head and I began to slowly pull out.

I slid back in at an agonizing rate, hitting his prostate dead on, the spot burned in my memory. I repeated the process until my rough and slow thrusts grew smoother, slicker and faster. I pulled almost all the way out before ramming back into him, eliciting the sound that I loved most in the word, "Ungh! Sam!" he cried.

My breathing picked up as I started to thrust faster, my hands sliding up and down his sides until they settled on his hips. I gripped gently and I started to thrust even faster, my member sliding in and out as I rolled my hips to get as deep as possible.

"Fuck! Sam!" Jessie cried as he wrapped his arms around me and held on as I continued to pound him into the floor.

I let out a moan as Jessie clenched almost painfully around my member and squeezed tightly as I hit his prostate again, blinding me with pure pleasure. I descended upon his mouth once more as I continued to thrust into him, claiming his mouth and claiming him as mine.

I gave him a small grin as I felt him squeeze my butt and I increased the tempo and velocity of my thrusts, turning each breath he took into a moan or a pant that just oozed sex.

"Fuck Sam," he cried, "So good."

"You too babe," I said as I licked his neck, "You're so tight, so hot, so perfect."

"Touch me," he pleaded from beneath me, and I quickly complied with his request. My hand snaked in between us and I wrapped it around his rigid length and began stroking him in time with my thrusts.

Jessie turned into a pile of goo as I worked him over, bringing him closer and closer to his peak, "Sam," Jessie said, "So close."

"I know Jess, me too," I said as I stroked him.

"Sam, fuck, I can't I'm going to-" Jessie didn't finish as he let out a heavenly cry and spilled his seed onto his chest in a few long spurts.

The angelic and completed look on his face was all it took to throw me over the edge as I gave one last thrust, releasing a grunt as I spent myself inside of him, my seed being released spurt after spurt as I filled him up to the brim.

After a few minutes of panting I pulled out of him and pulled him onto my chest. I kissed his temple and ran a hand through his soaked hair, "That…..that was amazing." I said.

"It always is," Jessie said.

"I love you Jess," I said.

"I love you too Sam," he said

But if only we knew exactly what we had just done.

There you go my slash lovers, a nice lovely lemon scene to hopefully tie you over.

If only Sam and Jessie could have waited a bit longer until they knew what was wrong with Jessie…..oh well.

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