So, this chapter isn't the most exciting thing in the world but it really fills you in on some of the things that have been happening. Plus, shows a bit of the growing tension between Franki and Jacob. I assure you that next chapter will be very exciting to make up for this one...I'll give you a hint: it starts with a dream. Anyway, I hope that you enjoy it even though it's not spectacular.

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I felt sorry for Jacob when he walked into the bedroom. He had called my name once or twice to see if I was awake. He had seen the silhouette of me on the bed and turned on the lights. It was there that he had been rooted for at least a minute now, totally lost for words as he gazed over me with wide eyes.

So, probably not the idea to be in my bra and underwear then. I'll use that for future reference. I was laying on my stomach, looking up at him. I knew I was in pink and brown polka dot underwear, avec matching bra...wow. I was cruel.

But I didn't mean to be. I had been up ever since Sam had fallen asleep downstairs. He had told me to go get some sleep and I had tried to oblige, but I was so curious about what he had said. Could it be that these dreams I had been having were actually memories replaying through my subconscious? If they were, was it a sign that my head was healing and soon enough they would all come back? Would it be slow, like they had been appearing in dream form. Or was this just until it healed completely when they would come back in a wave?

"Francine..." Jacob said slowly, it almost sounded guttural. I closed my eyes.

"Don't get the wrong idea." I said quickly. "I couldn't sleep, it was warm. I couldn't stop thinking." He took a few cautious steps towards me, waiting for me to freak out about him being so close to me while I was partially naked. And even though it was a bit uncomfortable, I wasn't going to get mad at him for being near me when I was the one who left myself in this compromising position. Besides, I wanted answers. As I had learned about myself from my conversation with Sam just hours prior, I would do anything to get answers.

"So...what were you thinking about?" He was worried. Probably worried that I was thinking about sex which, if you think about it, was kind of funny. Since I was. It was all I could think about, remembering all my sexual fantasies and bright visions of him over top of me.

"I was thinking about us." I said slowly. "I - damnit this is going to sound weird," I muttered to myself. I closed my eyes to try and ignore the embarrassment this question would bring. "I wanted to know about our sex life."

I opened my eyes when I heard his uncontrollable laughter. He was nearly doubled over, holding onto the bedpost for dear life. I felt my face darken with humiliation.

"Stop laughing at me you prick!" I rumbled. He stopped hollering out his laughter but by the shaking, I could tell he was holding back what was there. "I'm not joking. I'm being completely serious. I need to know."

"Why?" He asked with a grin. "I can tell you that you liked it." I found myself scoffing, mainly to distract myself from the fact that I did like it. Or what I had imaged, anyway.

"I said I'm being serious." I said, my voice deathly low. This seemed to catch his attention. His face went stoic and he looked at the bed beside me, not sure if he could sit down. To calm him, I patted the place his eyes lingered. He didn't hesitate to sit there.

"What's going on Franki?" He asked.

"Okay, uh...I don't want to explain. I just need you to...elaborate on our sex life." That didn't seem like a correct answer for him. Now he looked both confused and worried, as if he could tell there was a deeper meaning to this subject.

"Elaborate?" He repeated.

"Give me details." I added. I don't understand why this was so hard to understand...or was it that it was so hard to believe?

"You want details on our sex life?"

"Yes...?" He sat down on the bed beside me and currently forgetting what I was wearing, I rolled over to keep eye contact with him, but that seemed much harder for him then it was for me. His breathing grew a little bit more shallow and his eyes flashed somewhat hungrily. He looked away quickly.

"What's the reason for this again? You know that-that the Doctor's coming to see you in a bit." So I knew what he was thinking. He must be thinking I'm asking. Damnit, why was he such a typical male? Get your mind out of the gutter, that or get your mind in the gutter so that you can translate it. As his eyes roamed my barely clad torso again I rolled my eyes.

"Never mind, I'm going to go get ready." I huffed, pushing myself into a sitting position before I started to climb off the bed. Jacob took hold of my hand tightly and when I looked back at him he was only confused.

"Why do you want to know?" I looked into his eyes, feeling that familiar tingle of emotion but I shook my head. I didn't know what to say to him, I mean, if I was wrong it would be embarrassing me, it would be getting his hopes up. If I was right...well, what if I was right? What if these were, in fact, memories? Did that make me sick minded?

"Never mind. I'm going to go shower, call me when the doctor gets here." Before he could ask me again what I probably shouldn't have brought up, I trotted into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I leaned against it tiredly. I should have gotten sleep and now I really wish I would have.

I turned on the steamy water, stepping behind the white curtain as I let the water cascade down my shoulders. My shortish hair stuck to my head, much thinner then it looked. My body had Goosebumps where the water was not touching me and I couldn't stop but touch them in interest. As I washed my body and hair I tried not to think of the conversation that awaited me when I got out of the shower.

How was I supposed to bring up to the doctor that I had sexual fantasies about my boyfriend and I wondered if they were memories? What would I say to him, 'I'm not sure, but if you want to dissect them, here are all the dirty details so you can tell me whether you think they are real or not'. Besides that fact, if those dreams had been true, did that make all of my dreams true? What about the dream I couldn't outrun, the dream with that demonic-eyed woman who seemed to want to rip my Jacob away from me?

It was all too confusing. But I knew I had to ask the doctor about it, because if that's what was happening - my memories were coming back in the form of dreams - then that meant that I was healing. And if I was getting some memories back - as perverted as they may be - maybe it meant that the rest of them were well on their way.

Finishing up my shower, I grabbed the fluffy white towel I had left on the toilet seat and covered myself, wringing out what short hair I had that was soaked through. Going in front of the mirror I tossed it around to make it look as messy as it normally did, knowing that it would probably dry exactly as I had left it.

When I peaked my head out the door I noticed that Jacob was gone and heard hushed tones downstairs. I hoped that it would be Dr Cullen so I could just get all this junk over with. The sooner I find out, the sooner I could put all these terrifying worries away. Damn, I hope he doesn't laugh at me.

Putting on some appropriate clothing as quickly as I could, I found that I was still going fast as I flew down the stairs, surprisingly not falling on my ass. Or face. When I went into the living room, I saw Jacob standing moodily. His arms were crossed over his chest and there was a bit of a sour look on his face.

In front of him was Dr Cullen, he had a large leather medical bag in hand and he smiled warmly to me with strangely coloured eyes. My breath caught in my chest at the similarity between his eyes and the horrible woman from my dreams. Maybe that's where I had gotten the idea from them from, maybe she wasn't really here to ruin my life at all...

But beside him was another male. He was just taller then Dr Cullen, standing with an unreadable look upon his face. His arms were crossed over his chest just like Jacob's and he seemed to twitch his nose every now and then as if it were itchy. He was gorgeous; dressed smartly, his copper hair not clashing with any of his fashion, the only problem was that he too had the creepy topaz eyes. Weird.

"Hi," I said slowly, unsure of the new presence in my house. The copper haired angel smiled back to me.

"Hello Franki, how are you feeling?" Dr Cullen asked taking a step towards me and offering me a seat in my own house. I felt my face heat up a bit, Jacob obviously had not invited them to sit. He was so thoughtless sometimes. I motioned for them to do the same, Dr Cullen sat in the wooden chair across from us near the television and I sat on the couch. Jacob did not sit down, but came quite close to me and glared at the copper haired boy, who I noticed also chose not to take a seat.

"I think I'm doing okay. I'd kinda rather you tell me." He chuckled a bit, standing up again and motioning to see if he could sit on the couch next to me. I nodded my head invitingly and he looked to the other boy.

"This is my son, Edward. He is going through to be a doctor as well, you don't mind if he's here, do you Francine?"

"No, that's fine. Uh, Dr Cullen, do you have any other kids?" I found myself asking, Dr Cullen just laughed and Jacob let out a loud sigh from beside me, flopping down on the couch. He muttered something inaudible from beside me and I rolled my eyes. So melodramatic. "Hush."

"I do indeed." He said shortly. "Well," The doctor told after a couple moments of touching my tender scalp. He pushed my hair back down to cover the strange cut. "You look like you're healing up nicely. Slowly." He added, giving a meaningful look to myself, then to Jacob as if to scold him. "But you're healing."

"That's good." I breathed, not quite sure what to say.

"Not good enough." Jacob muttered under his breath, wriggling further into the pillows of the couch. I looked to my side and glared at him fiercely, not liking that he was the one who wasn't pleased with my situation. He shrank even further into the pillows which earned a laugh from Edward. This seemed to enrage Jacob more, and he sat up straight again, holding me closely to him.

"Is there anything I should know about? Have you gotten any memories back, is there any tenderness, are you feeling nauseous or light headed?" I bit my lip. It was now or never. I had really been hoping that somehow Jacob would have been out of the room - especially now he knew what the dreams had been about - but it wasn't something she was just going to ignore.

"I actually have a question..." My voice came out a lot more childish then it normally was, probably alerting everyone to my discomfort. I tried not to let the images of my dreams flood my head.

"You can ask anything." Dr Cullen said as if to welcome any idea.

"I was...well, I was wondering if it's possible - if it's at all possible - for my memories to come back really slow...kinda like, maybe, in dreams?" I sounded like a fourteen year old valley-girl who had no idea how to put together a coherent sentence, but my point seemed to have gotten across. All three boys raised their eyebrows. Jacob's mouth opened, he was trying to put together what I could have dreamed about.

"What, pray tell, have you been dreaming about that you think could be a memory?" The doctor asked. I could have winced if I didn't want to make it more obvious. Oh God, how do I get into this conversation? 'Uh, I have sex dreams about the boyfriend I barely remember. They're really graphic and intimate, but they're so real I wake up and I'm still sweaty'. I don't really want to have to get that exact, but how do I soften it down enough that they don't ask too many questions, but still get all the information to give me a proper diagnosis?

"I dream about more intimate, lovey-dovey moments between Jacob and I..." I said slowly, praying they didn't ask me anymore. I said intimate, so I'm hoping they think couply kissy things. Please don't think I'm talking about our sex. Jacob's mouth was still open, looking at me, probably having put two and two together. I gave him a wide eyed glance from the corner of my eye. He closed his mouth, taking his eyes towards Edward to whom he glared towards. It's not like it was Edward's fault all I seemed to be able to dream about was sex.

"What do these dreams look like? Do they make sense?" Uh, yeah.

"They're not bright and neon or anything. They aren't cloudy or confusing, they don't have random words in it that don't fit in the story..." They didn't have many words other then names being moaned, as a matter of fact. "They're really...realistic."

"Can you remember anything that could be very distinctive? Something you could ask someone to see if they were true?" Dr Cullen asked. I looked to Jacob, who looked at me meaningfully and inclined his head ever-so minutely. I turned back to the two doctors.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Such as?" I froze, a shiver seemed to pass through my diaphragm to my stomach which tightened dramatically. Oh God, I could not say this out loud.

"Maybe we should do some dream journaling?" Edward interrupted at the perfect time. I tried not to show how relieved I was. Jacob seemed to be trying not to show how pissed off he was.

"Dream journaling sounds good." I said quickly, hoping to get away from the actual idea of explaining the obviously perverted inner-workings of my mind.

"What's dream journaling?" Jacob asked in a grumble. I looked to him briefly, not for any particular reason. I noticed that I did that very often, as if I were making sure he was actually here, sitting beside me. As if I were worried that he would suddenly go away. But my Jacob wouldn't do that...would he?

"It's simple, really." Dr Cullen told with a smile. "While one writes what happened that day in their diary, a dream journal is one that writes what happens that night. You write it down as soon as you wake up, when the memory is the most fresh, and we will analyze it when I see you next." Hopefully by then I'll not be thinking about rolling around with my boyfriend.

"I can do that." I told with a nod. Dr Cullen smiled tightly toward me. "Alright Franki, why don't you go get some rest, I've heard that you didn't sleep well last night. It's essential for you to get as much rest as possible so you can heal faster."

"So I've heard." I whispered. "Will you be leaving?"

"We're actually going to talk to Jacob a bit." My eyes widened and I felt Jacob's hand quickly catch mine. Why would they need to talk to Jacob without me there? Wasn't I the one who was sick and needed as much counselling as possible? I looked to Jacob anxiously, my wide eyes pleading for an answer. "Mostly about proper things he could do to make things better in your current situation. We won't keep him long."

"I'll come up and nap with you as soon as we're done." Jacob whispered, kissing my cheek. His hot lips just brushed my skin and I blushed deeply, trying not to look at the two men who had witnessed some of the small affection Jacob ever dared show me since I had gotten injured.

"He won't be long." Edward told deeply, I found myself looking to him and for some reason, I trust what he said. As if he could read and understand my pain without him near me. As if he understood that without him near me, I was so alone. I nodded toward him and slowly took my hand out of Jake's. I gave him one last meaningful look before I ascended the stairs, deciding not to try and overhear another conversation. It didn't work out too well for me last time.

I changed into more appropriate clothes for bed and since Jacob had informed me before hand that he would be sleeping in the same bed with me, I settled on some spandex shorts and a sports bra. He was always so warm that we normally didn't need blankets, but I liked having them anyway. I found myself burrowing through them, trying to make a nest of comfort.

So, these dreams...it was possible they were real. How did I feel about that? Okay, we knew I felt awkward that of all the things I could have started remembering it would have to be the sex, but how did I feel about the discovery that I had - obviously - had so much sex with this Jacob Black?

Part of me was actually...what would the word be, flattered? I mean, wasn't it ridiculously sweet that Jake had not tried anything sexual at all with me since my accident even though we were obviously very sexually active? Wasn't it an amazingly trustworthy boyfriend who would not push any intimacy on me at all in this situation, even though he was obviously very much in love with me?

But what did I feel about him? Now that these dreams could be real, it obviously told me that I must have been just as in love with him as he was with me. And I felt something...a pull, a want, a need to be with him. When he was gone, even on patrol, I felt so lost. It hurt. No matter who was here to cheer me up, no matter who was babysitting me, no matter if I was conscious or unconscious...I always knew whether or not he was near me.

I closed my eyes, testing the feeling to feelings in the room around me. It was chilly, too chilly in comparison to the heat that I was used to. I felt isolated, I felt somehow very alone. As if something were wrong with the balance of my life. As if a whole side of me was missing. A reason for balance in itself. It was as if I was completely incomplete.

So was this - whatever this was - is it love? Or was it just a need to be near him because he was the only true and familiar thing that I seemed to recall at all from the former life everyone was trying to get me to lead? Did I love him? Or did I need him? Or...was it a little bit of both? Maybe the question should be rephrased. Did I love him because I needed him, or did I need him because I loved him?

I felt the bed shift under me as his weight was put onto his side of the bed. Opening my eyes I saw him in his boxers, crawling under the blankets beside me, a stoic look gracing his features. When he turned to me and saw my eyes open, however, his eyes softened and warmed themselves onto my own. It was a nice feeling, knowing I had that effect on his mood.

"I was worried you'd already gone to sleep." He said quietly, feeling the need to whisper even though I was sure that we were now alone in our house, I was not asleep, nor was it late at night. It was mid afternoon and the world was still awake and louder than we were. The wind outside was probably blowing more loudly then his voice had sounded in my ears.

"No, I wanted to wait and talk to you about what happened." I answered, trying to prove the point that he didn't need to whisper by talking at a normal rate myself. He tightened his jaw, nodding firmly.

"They just wanted to tell me what they thought would be going around in your head and, well, basically what was." He muttered, more to himself then to me. I nodded a bit, trying to keep it as casual as I could.

"Well, that's good. I guess. But that's not what I really meant..."

"Yeah, I wanted to talk about that too." I decided to silence myself by biting on my lips, willing him to continue. "I'm sorry I laughed at you earlier on. I thought you were being funny, or just curious. I didn't ever think that - " Jake cut himself off with the shake of his head.

"Listen, I didn't expect you to magically know what was going on." I said, my voice suddenly a lot more quiet now that we had gotten on such an awkward subject. "I probably could have went about it a better way."

"Probably. Suddenly appearing on the bed nearly naked is not the best way to talk to a guy about sex." He chuckled, taking his arm and placing it around my shoulders. I ended up naturally placing my head on his chest, it must have been an action I did rather often because I had done it so instinctively. The sound of his heart, moving at a slight faster but yet rhythmic pace, calmed me down.

"I didn't mean to make it more awkward." He smiled, his one hand moving the hair behind my ear.

"So...do you think it's true?" He asked slowly.

"I don't know. At first I thought I was just really corrupted by the large male influence, but they just...didn't stop."

"How long have you had them?" I blushed a bit, feeling my own heart start to race in embarrassment.

"Uh...a while. Since that night that Embry had to let himself out." Jacob didn't respond automatically, but seemed to think of my thoughts.

"Explain one." How do you explain something like that? Sex. Hot, panting, moaning, skin-on-skin, graphic sex. What was I supposed to say to him now? Should I graphically explain one? Or should I - ah, that's what I'll do!

"The forest." I said suddenly, after what probably had been a long silence. "We were in the forest, a small patch of grass...couldn't have been a clearing or anything, just a random place that was big enough for us. I could hear the ocean, I could smell the ocean. There was one point where a car went past us and I remember thinking we should panic because we would get caught...but we just, we couldn't stop." Jacob's heart had gone into overdrive. He tried to control his breathing and get it under control but he was basically shaking...out of anger or excitement? You could never tell with him. "Well?"

"Franki...that happened." He told huskily. "That happened...and not recently. That's not a newer memory...that's from, from earlier in our relationship."

"So what does that mean?" I asked, feeling kind of stupid.

"It means that...well, that it's not coming from newest to oldest, it's coming in a random order."

"And what does that mean?" Fuck, I feel stupid. Maybe I should read up on this stuff so he doesn't leave me for being a moron...

"It means that it's either just completely coincidence, or there's something triggering each memory of it." He told slowly. "Do you remember anything that slightly resembled the forest from that day?"

How many days ago had that been, now? Weeks, at this point. She could barely remember what she had done that day before. They had watched Fifty First Dates, hadn't they? Embry had been kicked out of the house...that doesn't really bring back the memory of almost getting caught having sex in the forest...

"Getting caught..." I thought softly aloud. "You were kinda concerned about getting caught doing something by Embry I guess..." Jacob hugged me tighter.

"Yeah, maybe it's something like that." He told, his voice filled with hope. I couldn't help but smile. Maybe it was something as simple as that. Maybe it was just a simple couple of words that determined what memories would play out that night for me.

And so we spent another half an hour going through multiple sex scenarios that had been caught in my imagination, haunting any hormones that I had in my body. Each one that I told him had apparently happened, to prove it I would tell him where it was, a few small details and normally he could fill in the rest. He of course did not remember it quite as vividly as I did...most of the time.

But no matter how many times I tried, I couldn't make myself bring up that solitary dream about the girl who tried to take him away. Even if her eyes were the exact same as the two men I had seen today, even if it was almost too abstract to be a memory, I was afraid to even bring her up. The amount of relief that Jacob had had on his face...

I shivered, it still haunted me. That image of him holding her. I needed him. I didn't want to know if there was any chance that he needed anyone else. He didn't mention the nightmare that shook me from my sleep and nor did I. Instead, he held me as I fell asleep, whispering to me clearly yet softly.

"Tonight you need to remember who we are, Franki. Remember what I do."

I tried to understand what he meant through my foggy thoughts, but I could not decipher whatever hidden meaning he had stored within those words. As I drifted off I squeezed myself closer to him, trying to remember his words and trying to find the meaning of them before I was at the mercy of my own dreams.

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So, we found out that her dreams were true. So what does that make about the dream with Bella in it? Do you think there is a pattern as to how her dreams are coming back? And since I've already given you the hint that the next chapter starts with a dream, do you think it will be influenced by the final words that Jacob said? It is Chapter eight, I guess I deserve to give you something exciting. 8 has always been one of my favourite numbers...

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