A/N: Again, thanks for the great reviews! Keep them coming guys =P

Oh, just a side note: If you like thrillers, Live Bait by P.J. Tracy is definitely recommended. I know it isn't exactly new, but I just got it :)

This chapter is kind of...intense. I hope you enjoy it. Please tell me either ways.

Oh, and Alice thought it would be better if she took her time preparing the reunion, so it's set after the conversation of Randy and Bryce ;)

I can sit and listen
Or I can make you scream
Kiss it and make it better
Just put your trust in me

[P!nk - Oh My God]

Chapter Four

Randy Uley

A reunion? Who the hell came up with that idea? Yes, I wanted to meet Sarah again, since I had only seen her yesterday morning and damn how I missed her now. But I didn't need everyone else from the Reservation, plus the veggie vamps. I knew they were family, but all I needed right now was to take her, and talk to her alone. I wanted to make her feel better. I wanted to replace every stinging memory she had for the past three years.

However, I was going to take that chance to see her. Colby had warned me, though, that their grandfather was a mind-reader, their great uncle could sense emotions and well, they could all tear me to little pieces if I 'misbehaved with their little princess'. I had to admit, they were intimidating. I had seen them before, though. It wouldn't be so hard, would it?

"I don't get it," mom admitted, "How come you're so tall?" she laughed, jumping to kiss my cheek. I smiled at her and hugged her.

"It's not my fault you're short," I mumbled, kissing her cheek as well.

I couldn't stay mad at my parents for hiding the wolf secret from me for more than 24 hours straight. We spent hours talking last week, just figuring everything out. It was mean, however, that they used the whole old memories weapon on me; they reminded me of when I was a little kid, and how I used to laugh at the legends and tell them it was bull and that it would never happen to me. They also reminded me of how easily I was scared. Gee, they had to find excuses, hadn't they? Oh well, I forgave them for it anyways.

Who could be mad at someone as gentle and caring as Emily Uley? Or someone as extremely responsible as Sam Uley? See? I simply couldn't.

She hit my arm with all she had of force, wincing right after. I guessed she had forgotten I couldn't feel what she had just done. "Shut up," she scowled, groaning a little and dad was right behind her in less than a second. You would think he had lost his speed -well, he had, but he never lost his love to my mother. The love of an imprint -how amazing.

"What? What happened?" he asked her, hugging her from behind. I rolled my eyes and skipped past them to hurry downstairs. I fixed my brown t-shirt and regular, blue jeans before I stepped into my sneakers and waited for them at the door.

"Are you two going to come?" I yelled, smiling but urgent at the same time; any second they were going to waste was a second from my time with Sarah. "I can go with Embry or something." Embry was the beta of the pack now, and he was, I thought, the best one I could get along with in the pack; the rest were only Paul, Colby, Quil and Seth, and only Embry was the one who could forgive me for what I had caused to Sarah; Paul was her uncle, Quil was her father's best friend, Seth was her great-uncle and Colby, obviously, was her twin brother. Embry was close to her as well, but he seemed to understand better.

"No, no. We're here," mom reassured, marching quickly outside to our car. Dad and I followed her.

"Can't believe I'm going to the vamps house by my own free will," Dad muttered, getting into the driver's seat.

I laughed, but mom didn't notice what he had said so she looked questioningly at me. I ignored her and spoke to dad. "It's not like you haven't gone there before."

He shrugged. "It was always Dr. Cullen, Jacob, your mother, or, well, you," he explained. "It's the first time I actually want to go."

"They're nice people," I commented, "That's how I thought of them before, and how I think of them now, after I knew what they are." It was the up side of knowing the vamps before you knew what they were.

You would think that my imprint being biologically related to vampires would disgust me. Well, I wasn't really an average guy, the Cullens were different than the ones we had to rip apart and Sarah wasn't a vampire or a werewolf to me; she was my best friend. I didn't care if she was a fairy or if she turned into a crocodile at night, she would still be the Sarah Rose Black I trusted, and was now -surprisingly though- deeply in love with.

"By the way, I want you back alive, please," mom, or just Emily, commented. "Don't piss Paul off," she warned, "Or Jacob," she added, "Or Co-"

I cut her off. "Don't piss anyone off," I summed, rolling my eyes. I didn't really care, and I would like to try and challenge Paul for once. Colby was a dead case; he was biologically stronger.

The rest of the ride was more or less silent; I was on the edge of my seat, and there was no conversation they could start that would catch my attention that was directed to only one person -Yes, it was her. I couldn't wait to meet her again, which what made me jump out of the car, to where she was standing in front of the huge mansion with Alice.

As soon as I took my first breath, though, I was struck by the strong scent of the Cullens, which made me growl violently. Sarah's worried eyes snapped to my direction, meeting mine. She shook her head ever-so-slightly before she ran to me, extending her hand. Everyone had a surprised stare on their faces, apart from Edward, Colby and Jacob; Edward read my mind and the Alphas probably expected it.

She grabbed my hand and dragged me away with her to the deep forest. "How didn't you expect it?" she scolded. "It's-" she sighed, "One-oh-one vampires," she completed, losing her interest in yelling at me and stopping in the middle of the woods.

I was still struck by the situation, but I regained the ability to speak after a few seconds. "Why did you get me here?" I asked, "I was going to do just fine. I'm good with controlling my temper," I defended.

She rolled her light eyes. "No, you're not," she simply stated. "I know it took me a lot of time to get to perfection."

I smiled at her, amused. "You've always had this temper..." I teased.

She narrowed her eyes at me, its color almost disappearing between her thick, black eyelashes. "I did not!"

I leaned my back at a tree, crossing my arms over my chest, calm. "Yes, you did," I insisted, slightly enjoying this.

She half-smiled. "I'll prove it to you," she sat down on the grass, "And not be provoked by what you're saying."

Sarah had always loved a good challenge, even if it was a simple bet. It made her special, more like...her, like Sarah Rose Black -the most unique character worldwide. My imprint, ladies and gentleman. I was proud of her.

"I bet you can't beat me in a fight," I changed the subject, and didn't change it at the same time. I insisted on making her lose her temper.

She flashed her eyes with a hint of anger. "I'm genetically stronger, Randy," she reminded me, her voice restrained. "I can beat you in a second."

"I bet you..." I mused, "Your heart."

She froze and cleared her throat. "Randy," she whined, closing her eyes and zipping her lips shut before letting out a long, exaggerated breath.

I was a man, not a little child. My words meant a lot to me, and I meant every word I said. But when it came to her, I couldn't help but kneel down in front of me and take back every letter my mouth had pronounced. "I didn't-" I inhaled sharply, taking back the lie I was about to say, "I'm sorry," I apologized. "I know-"

She cut me off, her eyes still closed. "S'Okay," she mumbled. "I overreacted."

Silence crept over the whole setting, and we both stayed frozen for a good while. What had I done? 'Your heart'? Seriously? Was I some sort of an dumb-ass? Yes, I wanted her to give me her heart, and trust me with it. I wanted her to feel the pleasure I was feeling just saying her name. But, no. Those were two different matters. She did feel that pleasure when she said my name, something that I was pleased to know. Yet she couldn't trust me with her heart.

Trust. The word consisted of five letters but infinite meanings. I heard someone once say, "Trust's like paper, once it's crumpled, it can't be perfect again." Trust was the only thing I needed right now, and the only thing I couldn't get.

"Do you want to race back to the house?" I asked, "O-Or I can go home and-"

She cut me off again. "Fine," she answered.

I frowned at her surrendering face. "Fine?" I repeated, asking for explanation.

She looked at me with more determination than I'd ever seen in her eyes. "I bet you my heart," she concluded, "But it's going to be on hell of a fight, Randy Uley."

I stared at her beautiful face until I could comprehend what she had just said. "You can't be serious," I muttered, "This is-"

She stood up, her stance confident. "Do you, or don't you, want it?"

I stood up as well. "Are you kidding me?" I grinned, "Of course I do!"

"Come take it," she challenged and did her oh-so-famous back flip, phasing into the bright white wolf that captivated my soul and I followed right after, turning to her opposite: a black creature that happened to be of the same species.

You're actually asking me to hurt you, I thought, in order to win this bet.

She encircled me slowly. We both know you want it.

But this doesn't make sense! How am I supposed to win your trust by hurting you?! I exclaimed loudly, my brain incapable of making any logic out of it.

She leaped on me from behind, startling me enough to fall. Who said you're going to win this thing? I think I already won.

How would something wrong happen in this world and a girl beats me? I asked, getting up and forcing her to fall. I winced as she did.

Sexist, she growled.

Not! I defended as she stood on her fours, facing me, our noses touching. It was the only time that I noticed how huge her wolf eyes were. Don't make me hurt you, Sarah.

Don't make me hurt you, Randy! She challenged, her thoughts crossing the 'amused' limits by several miles.

I tried not to think my next move as I, unwillingly, scratched her neck. Her growls deepened and her glare gained more strength before she took a couple of quick steps back. Confused, I stopped moving for a second. And a second was all she needed to push me, knocking down the poor, short tree. My back hurt nearly as much as I felt her throat burn due to the scratches.

I stood up and tried to leap at her but she always managed to escape, leaving me to land on the grass. Desperate, I ran after her, both literally and figuratively. She glanced behind her to see where I was, even though she didn't need to as she could see it through my mind, and tripped on a large rock.

Damn, she thought, that happens way too often.

I approached her slowly as she lay on the grass, her forearms on her chest, and looked down at her. Are you okay? I asked, Does anything hurt?

She howled loudly, distracting me as she pounced on her legs again, replacing our positions. Her large, pearl white head looked down at me that time. I'm not that weak, Randy, she stated, And the best thing I've learned since I'd first phased was to act spontaneously.

I growled loudly and lifted my head to bite her weakest point - her neck. She weakened for less than a second, which was all I needed to have her back on the grass once again. Today, I had a little discovery as well: her second weakest point was her stomach, which I had also scratched.

She groaned; this time really in pain and surrendered. I flinched at the sight of the blood pouring from her. God, I thought, What have I done? I'm sorry Sarah. Should I go get Doctor Cullen? Or should I get Jacob, huh? What can I do?

Every cell in me hurt as she took a couple of quick breaths. I'm fine, she reassured, It's healing already. I've been through much worse.

Yeah, I remember, I noted, When you came back from that trip with all your bones broken.

Hey, he forgot my back, she said casually, I just had to have someone to feed me, to help me sit up, stand up, etc etc.

She automatically flash-backed to when that happened, 12 years ago and I had to sit down, even in my wolf form, to imagine the amount of physical and emotional pain she must have gone through during the trip to Paris. Then I was just there to make it worse, and I could just feel how much I had hurt her.

I had hurt her more than that Alec did when he broke her bones and was torturing her before he wanted to kill her.

Randy, I swear I didn't mean to show you that, she thought, I swear- I would never want you to fe- she thought but I cut her off.

This is awful, Sarah, I said, And you kept it inside you all this time it's not even bearable! What the hell were you thinking? That I would be happy? Do I look happy to you now?

I couldn't help my outburst; she wasn't being reasonable, and she had hurt herself way too much. What if I never phased? What if it really passed my generation and I had never spoken to her? Would she keep it all inside her? Live forever with all that pain, or kill herself?

I shuddered involuntarily. You have to promise me-

I already promised you! She exclaimed, her wounds healing and I wondered if her heart was doing the same as well. Randy, you have to believe me when I say that: I love you, you dumb idiot!

I knew; I was well aware of that fact. I had seen her in her thoughts; she loved me. It had a different feeling when she said it herself, directly to me, though. It meant everything to me then; the feeling was phenomenal. She stayed silent the whole time, taking in my reaction.

I love you, too, I admitted. I love you and I adore you and this is just way too much.

It's too late for all of that now, she decided, it's past the line of admitting love.

My heart clenched at her words, remembering her trusting issues with me, especially. I still had a lot of time to make her forgive me. Trust, again, proved to be stronger than anything else. But, even love? Even after everything we had seen into each other's thoughts? This bond, this magical bond that held us both prisoners of our feelings, wasn't even capable of breaking the brick trust wall I had built for myself, was it?

She laughed, and you would think she would sound like a choking dog but she sounded like the most innocent puppy in the world. It's not that, smarty, she noted, you won the fight -you won the bet.

A/N: Haha :D What did you think of that?

I know, I know. I said the reunion is that chapter. But, hey! I had the idea and I couldn't resist it! I wanted the same ending, but I would've made it classic. But they're both wolves; nothing is classic, is it?

Reunion: Next chappie. I'm shuddering at what I imagine will be Jacob's face already. And Colby - *shudder* Damn. Why did I have to make them protective? lol

Please review and tell me what you thought of it. 'Motivate me' ;]

xx