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"If it's legends you want to hear about, you need to speak to Old Quil." Jacob answered easily, not even hinting that he was any more aware than most of the legends that surrounded La Push.

"I have spoken to him. But I want to hear what you have to say about it." There was something calculating in her stare that set Jake's teeth on edge, but all the same… his wolf side was quiet. Uninterested, almost.

"I know what everyone knows- that Taha Aki and the Great Wolf combined to drive out the usurper and that from then on the Wolf spirit was joined with the Quileute people. It's a nice story." His grin was disarming, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Leah focused her attention on the treeline, feigning disinterest. Jared had moved on- he'd barely paused by the centre, just long enough for her to see him, distantly, and wink in his direction.

"It is a great story- one great leader, bringing great change and prosperity to his people through his own sacrifice." She tilted her head, scrutinizing him again. "I hear you're not going to college. Why is that?" His gaze turned to a glare, and even Leah's eyes snapped back to her at that. How had she known that? He'd only admitted it yesterday, to his sisters. The Pack knew, of course. Maybe Old Quil had told her.

"Probably not, no. I don't have the money, or the interest." His voice had lost its charm, sounding cold to Leah's ears. But their visitor- her name, Leah recalled was Marianne… something- ignored the change in tone, never losing her pleasant expression. Her dark hair flashed at the edge of Leah's vision, telling her that the woman was watching her, too. Leah was really starting to dislike her.

"I thought it was because of your new position on the council? Chief of the Quileutes. Quite a burden for a teenager, wouldn't you say?"

"It's not a burden, lady, it's a responsibility. And I haven't been elected yet, so let's not get too far ahead of ourselves, okay?"

Ah, the election. Leah snorted. As if anyone would be voting for anyone else? The elections were a joke- theoretical democracy. The Black family had held the chief of the tribe for as long as anyone could remember, and beyond. Jake shot her a glare- her laughter wasn't helping, but the glare just meant she laughed harder.

"Come off it Jake. Everyone knows you're the next chief. Marianne here knows it, I know it," And she poked him in the chest, "Even you know it." He made a face- almost a grimace. She was right, of course.

"So we're agreed then, you're to be the chief?" The woman grinned, as if she'd won something. Leah wanted to smack her. Not the wolf side, her wolf side didn't care- this was just Leah. The wolf side just wasn't interested- it saw no threat.

"Whatever. Are you done?" Obviously, Jake was just as peeved as she was. The interruption had not been welcomed. But at least it was giving them plenty of time to air out the meeting centre, she supposed. The door, behind them, was still open and the scent of her and Jake was wafting out, warming her up from the inside out. She shook her head, trying to clear her nose of the scent and get her mind back on the conversation.

"Not quite, Mr. Black. Do you know what it means to be a great leader?"

He blinked, and just stared at her. She continued, regardless.

"The leaders that you're learning about in school- Kennedy; Roosevelt; Lincoln. The White Man's legacy in this country. What do you know about your own leaders? Who do you think of when you think of great Native people today?"

Oh god, he felt like he was back in school, there was an exam, and he was failing.

"I don't know; I don't think about it. There's no-one, I guess. Not like that, anyway."

She met his gaze, a tiny smile on her lips. Whatever she'd wanted, she seemed to be getting it. Prove him illiterate and uneducated and get him dumped from the council? Maybe just embarrass him because he'd ignored her the day before? Whatever. He just wanted her gone. She turned back to her car and took two folders from the passenger seat. Card folders, with a fold-over top. One was filled with pages and pages of loose notebook paper, completely full. The second held a few sheets, but no more than ten.

"I asked the same question today, in the elementary school, the middle school and the high school, and I asked each child to write me down their answer and the reasons why." She gestured to him with the heavy, full folder. "These are all the ones that chose you." She picked the second folder, "And these are the ones who chose Ms. Clearwater."

What. The. Fuck?

"It seems, Mr. Black, that you have made quite the impression on your own schoolmates." At random, she picked out a page, "Jake is an example of a great Native living today because cares so much about everyone living here. Everyone knows that if you have a problem, Jacob will fix it, even if he doesn't know you."

What. The. Fuck? Was this a joke? Some kind of weird, admittedly flattering, crazy-ass joke? Leah snatched the folders from her, a gleam in her eyes, and settled back against the car, flicking through the pages in his folder.

"Okay. So?" Bizarre it may be, but he didn't know what the hell to think about it.

"So? So, I wanted to meet you myself. Get to know Billy Black's replacement. I liked your dad- he always had the best interest of his people in mind." She glanced sideways, watching Leah paw through the essay's with a grin. "I wanted to know what people were saying about you, and I have to say, I'm pleasantly surprised." Her words were a kind of patronising, but she disarmed them with a warm smile. Behind the smile though, the same calculating gaze lingered, and Jake just wished he knew what she really wanted. Leah, apparently, was thinking the same thing and, from her position propped up on the bonnet of the car, she had no compunctions about asking.

"Listen, lady, just say whatever it was you came here to say. You have an agenda- that's pretty fucking obvious. But I am not going to go grey waiting for you to spit it out, so either talk or leave." The girl hadn't even looked up from the papers, which she had now split into two piles in her hands. He didn't have to see them to know that she'd separated the Pack essays from the others, skimming them to ensure that no-one had said anything stupid. Of course, the opportunity for mockery was also too good for her to pass up.

Leah missed the resulting glare, but Jake saw it- raising his eyebrow in question. Marianne flushed, off-balance for the first time in the conversation.

"We're looking for leaders, young, good looking, persuasive- you fit the profile." Her eyes darted between the two of them, finding their full attention on her quite disconcerting. "Our people- the entire Native community- are facing a crisis. We're losing the old ways; losing our languages. Our young people are in prison, drinking; taking drugs, and we're not addressing the problem. AIM are trying to do something about it- we want people like you, Mr. Black, to be an inspiration to your peers."

Jacob's face was blank. Leah was the one who flushed, just a little, and she slid off the car and turned to face the visitor, slamming the papers into Jake's arms as she moved.

"That was ninety percent bullshit and ten percent truth. Wanna try again?" She couldn't tell the other woman that she could smell the lies, but they hadn't been too convincing anyway. She wanted Jake, sure, but not so he could give pep talks to career criminals. Marianne paled, her dark skin turning grey under Leah's scrutiny. Her eyes were dark, almost black, and there was a glint in them that screamed of nervousness to the she-wolf.

"I'm not lying, I swear, AIM want to recruit-" Leah took a step forward, just managing to catch herself before her voice turned to snarl, cutting off the woman's words.

"Don't lie to me. What do you want with Jake?" Jake, who was standing behind her, more amused than anything else. He wasn't sure what was going on- Leah was having a fucked up staring contest with a complete stranger and he was reading about how half the children in the res thought he was awesome because he was tall and he could fix cars. He noticed though, when Marianne didn't answer. She was silent, glaring back at Leah with angry eyes. Leah, never one to back down, had placed herself deliberately between him and Marianne, and the other woman was pressed back against her car. There were several long minutes of tense silence, before Marianne finally averted her gaze. Staring at the ground, she spoke, but her voice was shaky. Jake was pretty sure he'd missed something but he couldn't begin to understand what, exactly.

"We… there have been rumours about this place. Visitors coming away with stories about wolves sighted in the daylight and people being hurt and killed by monsters. Billy Black… he always refused to tell us what he knew, but I thought that Jacob might."

"Might what, exactly?"

"That he might tell us what's been happening here."

"And who, exactly, is us? Cos it sure as hell isn't AIM." Leah stepped back a little, forcing her body to relax a little, attempting to appear less super and more natural. "AIM doesn't give a shit about La Push- some Podunk little res, miles from anywhere."

"We, uh, we're part of AIM. Part of a lot of things, I suppose. I… they sent me to see what's happening here, after Billy died. He'd always blocked our efforts; refused to tell us what was going on, and it's important! We need to know if someone is killing people around here."

"You didn't answer my question. Who is 'us'?" The woman shrank a little, seeming to fold in on herself as Leah advanced.

"We… watch. We keep an eye on the Native populations, watching for… oddities." The woman didn't say it, but Leah heard the words shape shifters.

"Are you telling me that you came here" She kept her voice low "the day after we buried our chief, Jacob's father, to talk about fairytales?!" She practically spat the word, and Marianne shivered, only noticeable to someone with advanced senses. Leah forced herself to step back, moving away until she backed into Jacob. He reached out, spreading one hand flat on her back and the contact made her shiver.

Marianne seemed to pull herself together a little, her spine straightening and her gaze lifting from the ground. She wasn't quite ready to meet Leah's eyes though, choosing instead to gaze at the folders, suspended in Jake's hand.

There was silence for a moment, no-one willing to speak- Leah, afraid she would phase; Jake content to leave her to handle it and Marianne, wondering how she could un-create this mess.

Finally, it was Leah who broke the silence, sufficiently calm again so that her voice and her face didn't reflect her distress.

"Get into your car and get off my res."

The woman met her gaze, briefly, before nodding slowly and making her way to the driver's door. She glanced back, once, at the folder but Leah shook her head. "We're keeping them. Now go. Don't make me tell you again."

In her rush to leave, Marianne didn't look back. But the scent of her anxiety drifted from her open window and Leah caught a faint whiff of something that had been hidden before, beneath the scent of perfume and shampoo.

Feathers?

She sneezed.

Becca finished drying the last of the dishes, stacking them neatly in the cupboard before turning back to the kitchen, desperate for something else to do. The house was quiet- Ben was out with Paul, on the official tour of La Push which should have only taken fifteen minutes, but was heading on for three hours. She was willing to bet that Rachel had asked Paul to be nice to him, to be friendly and bring him on the tour. Of course, that would have given her plenty of time with Rachel, but Rachel had disappeared too, off to talk to Sue Clearwater about something and leaving her on her own in the house for the first time in years.

She hadn't slept well the night before, with her brother's words ringing in her head. He'd apologised- hugged her and said he hadn't meant it. But part of her didn't think he should have bothered. He'd been right, if a bit cruel at the time. And now the house was clean, everything had been washed and polished and vacuumed, and she was left in the silence, alone. She hadn't been able to bring herself to open the door to her dad's room. She'd gone to the door three times- once, she'd even managed to turn the handle, but she'd backed off, swearing that it wasn't right to go through his things without Rachel or Jacob with her. And speaking of her brother, she had no idea where he was- he hadn't come home with them the night before, although he had reminded Paul about the mattress, and she hadn't seen him yet all day. He couldn't have been in school, right? He wasn't crazy, going back to school the day after the funeral. No way. He might have grown up a lot in the years she'd been away (okay, he'd grown up completely) but he couldn't have changed that much. At that, her thoughts turned to Leah, and she couldn't help but frown- the girl was just a few months younger than her, for God's sake. What was she doing with Jake? How had they even come to be friends, much less romantically involved? That revelation had definitely been a bolt from the blue- she'd even heard Rachel and Paul arguing about it, early that morning. Paul was ranting about Sam and how he'd be hurt and how it was wrong and Rachel was trying to convince him that it was sweet. She couldn't really hear them too clearly- she'd have sworn that Paul kept mentioning printing, but that made less sense than sweet. Becca really didn't know what to think. She'd been away for so long- she'd run away for so long, as her brother had pointed out-, that she didn't really think she was even entitled to an opinion on the matter. But that brought her back to wondering where he'd spent the night- had he been with Leah? All night? He was only eighteen, but that was hypocritical because she'd married a man two years older than her when she was eighteen- how was this any different?

It's different, because when I think of Jake, I see a gangly fourteen year old and not the giant man he's grown up into. She sighed, dropping onto the couch and taking a cushion in her hands, plumping it up several times before settling for just playing with the frayed edges. She'd been on her own in the house for too long. Hours and hours too long, it felt. Unfortunately, it was barely one o'clock, so the clock appeared to disagree with her. She couldn't stay here any longer; alone. Every sound and every sight reminded her of her dad, and how it had taken her so long to come home and then the guilt would claw at her throat until she couldn't breath and there was nothing left to clean; nothing else she could cook or tidy or fix to make the guilt go away. So she left- dashed out the front door and down the porch steps. It was raining, a gentle drizzle, but she didn't go back for her jacket. She couldn't go back there until someone else was there with her. She was halfway to the graveyard before she realised where she'd been going, but it didn't stop her- she kept walking, the rain easing off the closer she got, thankfully. She noticed the car, speeding away, before she saw Jake and Leah, standing together outside the meeting centre. They were talking quietly, but broke off, smiling and waving, when they saw her approach.

"Hey guys." Why did she sound nervous? What was wrong with her? This was her brother and one of her oldest friends, and suddenly she didn't have any words?

"Becks- you're soaking wet! What are you doing out in the rain?" Jake demanded, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes- he was just like their dad, she realised.

"I'm a big girl Jake; a little rain isn't going to kill me. It's not like I didn't grow up here too, you know." Besides, Leah was standing next to him in cut-off jeans and a tiny top and he wasn't coddling her. He made a face at her, sneering but not cruel, and just accepted it. She was grateful not to have to argue the point. She was too tired to fight with him again, especially over something so trivial. Their non-conversation idled, and she became suddenly and increasingly aware of a distance between herself and her brother that she had never seen before. It wasn't just the fight the day before- something had changed with him, completely and totally, in the time she had been away. She'd spoken to him, often, and she knew he'd gone through heartbreak and he'd run away for a while and he'd had some trouble in school but this… this was different. This was unexplainable by missing school and having a broken heart. He looked at her like… almost like Paul looked at her- like she was a pale imitation of Rachel. It hurt her heart to think that she didn't know him anymore; that her sister was taking up all the space, and that Leah seemed to be getting whatever was left. Even the child he'd been holding at the funeral the night before got more words from him than she had, since she'd arrived home.

"Leah? Could you give me a minute alone with Jake, please?" The words were out before she realised what she was saying. Leah blinked, nodded, and said her goodbyes- barely looking at either of them as she gathered her things and set off at a jog toward her home.

She waited for the other woman to be gone- well out of earshot- before she even opened her mouth.

"I'm sorry, for what I said yesterday." He looked surprised to hear it. "It's just… for the longest time, I've thought of this place as a death sentence- something you can't escape until you die. And I was proud of myself, for getting out of here before that happened to me. And Rachel too- she had gotten out; she'd escaped, until she met Paul. And that's not his fault, and I can't blame her for wanting to be in love and be happy; but there's a part of me that is always going to think that we are better than this place; better than what this place allows us to be. But I am sorry, for saying that your role here is unimportant. That's not true. I know that." Sort of. She added, internally.

"What do you want me to say, Becks? That I accept your apology? That everything will be fine and we'll all live happily ever after?" She blushed, and hoped he wouldn't notice. That kind of had been what she'd been hoping for. "If I thought you really meant it, Becca, I'd accept it. But I don't believe you do- you're sorry for how I reacted, maybe, and for the fighting. But you believe it. You honestly think that there is nothing La Push can offer me, and that's… well, that's sad. But I think we both know what's really going on here- you're home, and you're realising that La Push isn't really your home any more. You've left, and you've moved on, and you regret that you ever had to come back." He smiled wryly. "I get that." Of course, Lee had explained it to him. Gods, but girls had complicated logic. He understood- he'd tried leaving once himself, but had found himself sucked back in by love and duty. Becca's love took her to Hawaii- her duty… well. It was her duty that had her here, for now.

"When did you get so insightful?" She asked, blinking back tears. "When did you grow up, Jake? How did I miss that?" He shrugged, unconcerned.

"You miss a lot when you move on. It's the price you pay for freedom." That one, he'd realized all on his own. They were silent for a few minutes, alone in their thoughts.

"So… what's up with you and Leah Clearwater? That's pretty new, huh?" To her surprise, he shook his head.

"It's been building for more than a year, really, but I guess I realized how much I needed her, just when everything went to hell." He didn't even blush. God, was he not normal at all anymore?

"So, when I ask why Leah's shirt was on inside-out and she had the mother of all hickeys on her neck, you're not going to deny being responsible?" He shook his head, laughing. "You're using protection, right? Because I am way too young and pretty to be an aunt." She'd expected him to laugh again, but he was oddly quiet.

"Lee can't have kids, so that's not really an issue Becks." To say she was stunned would be an understatement. "Don't mention it to her, please- she gets all paranoid about it." She nodded slowly, too shocked to actually respond. Her father would have been so disappointed- he was always begging her for grandchildren.

"Did dad know?" She really needed to engage a brain/mouth filter. But the pain she'd expected didn't cross her brother's face.

"Yeah, he did. He loved Leah." That was it, case closed.

"Oh." God, the silence was awkward.

"Are you hear to clean up inside?" She hadn't even thought of it until he asked, but covered her surprise with a nod of agreement. "Well, it's done already so you don't need to worry about it." He meant it as a comfort, but it just added to her rising guilt. Was there nothing she could do to be useful around here anymore? "Why don't you give Ben a tour of La Push and just try to take it easy?" He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and turned her for home. "You haven't been here in ages- surely there's something you'd like to do?"

"Ben has been kidnapped by our brother in law." She complained. "I haven't seen them in hours, and I wouldn't even know where to start looking." Jake grinned.

"It's a good thing I'm here, so- I know exactly where Paul is." He separated from her and bounced back up the steps to the doors, closing and locking them behind him. "And I have exactly two hours before school lets out and the guys come to find me and make sure I'm not asleep somewhere, drowning in my grief." There was a part of him that wanted to be, but he forced it into a joke and his sister smiled.

"I never saw you as the drowning type Jake. More the floundering aimlessly type." He ignored the sting in her words, the inadvertent reference to the fight the day before, and led her home and to the rabbit. They didn't speak much on the walk home or on the drive to the beach afterward. Becca didn't know what to say, and Jacob's mind was filled with other things.

The sight they saw at the beach surprised even Jake- he'd known where Paul was, but he'd had no idea what he was doing. There was a surfboard, discarded on the sand as the tide receded, evidence of earlier activity. But it was the sight of Paul showing Ben how to fish from the rocks at the cliff edge, using Billy's old equipment- years old, things that had been in the garage for more than a decade, because Billy couldn't fish off the rocks after the accident, obviously- that made his heart clench, suddenly. Not in a bad way- he was glad that Ben and Paul were getting along; laughing and having a good time. It was good for Rachel and Becca that they were friendly, but it was the sight of it- so reminiscent of all the times Jake had seen Charlie and his dad fishing together. It meant, suddenly, that he couldn't approach them. He couldn't even think about it. He pointed them out to Becca- she hadn't even seen them yet, at that distance- and left her the keys to the car, promising to see her later, for dinner maybe? She watched, confused, as he took off toward the woods at a run. What had just happened? The two specks in the distance that he promised her were Paul and her husband were waving, so she supposed he was correct. A heavy leaden feeling settled in her stomach as she thought that her brother, who had once loved to hang around with her, was so eager to get away from him now that he was giving her his car and running away. How was she going to fix this?

He waited 'till he hit the treeline to phase, strapping his shorts to his ankle, but leaving his shirt with his shoes. He'd come back for them later. Jared was out there, running Leah's patrol, and beyond an initial greeting, he left Jake alone. It didn't surprise him much when his feet ran the well-trod path to the Cullen house, but he didn't go in. He ran around, doing the cursory patrol of the house- nothing new, in any case- before dropping to the ground just inside the treeline. He knew they'd know he was there, of course, but his anger- so heavy only days before- was weighted down now by grief. He focused on the forest, letting Jared's thoughts spill into him and over him and distract him.

It wasn't long before one of the Cullen's approached him- it wasn't a surprise. What was surprising was that it was Emmett, not Jasper or Alice, who came to meet him.

"Hey Jake." He'd never had a problem with Emmett, but they'd never been close friends, either. "Esme wants to know if you're hungry. She's been baking all morning, hoping you'd come visit." He'd liked Esme. She reminded him of Sue Clearwater; of his own mother, even. He raised his wolf-eyes to meet Emmett's, and shook his head. No.

"That's what I told her you'd say. But if you change your mind, dude, the offer's open." Jake wasn't sure which of them was more surprised when Emmett dropped onto the ground next to him, ruining his designer trousers with moss and mud. He sat there in silence for a time, staring into space.

"I'm sorry, Jake. For your dad. Rose and I are both really, really sorry." Jake raised his head from his paws, considering the Vampire carefully. After what seemed like an age, he dipped his head once, dropping it back to his paws- a tacit acceptance. "I remember being human, just barely, you know? It's like a dream or something, if I could still have those. But I remember… I know it wasn't long before I died that I lost my father and my brother in an accident. I don't talk about it much, but I still remember the pain of that- like nothing I've experienced since. Just the overwhelming wrongness of it." He took a deep, unnecessary breath. "I know I never talked to anyone about it- there was no-one to talk to, I think. I was the last one, and I didn't know what to do, on my own. I didn't know how to be." He glanced down to see Jake staring at him, intent. "Which is why, I think, I ended up alone in the woods, letting a bear get the best of me. It's why Rose and I connected so quickly- we both know what it feels like to not know how to go on." He looked away. "We both wish that we'd been able to try again, as a human, because we kind of remember what we lost."

He fell silent again, staring off into the distance with a melancholy look on his face that Jake didn't remember ever seeing on Emmett before now.

"I want to say sorry, too, for being a dick this past year. Rose and I… we didn't like the imprint thing with Nessie. She's the closest we'll ever come to having a child and, dude, imprinting on a kid is a bit sick. So I was a dick, and she was a bitch, because we didn't know how else to be. And now… now, it turns out that you did nothing; that Ness was the one at fault and… well, we owe you an apology. I owe you an apology. So I'm sorry." He didn't see Jake phase, but one minute the wolf was at his feet and the next, a naked Quileute.

"I'm sorry about your family." Jake offered, pulling on his pants and sitting down next to the Vampire.

"Thank you." It was weird, but Emmett really sounded like he meant it. It kind of threw Jake for a loop.

"I don't blame Ness, you know. She was looking out for herself- I get that." Jake paused, scraping dirt out from under his fingernails. "Plus, she inherited the creepy possessive genes from both sides. We shouldn't be too surprised." Emmett laughed, even though it felt a little disloyal, it was still both funny and true.

"Why didn't you come in? Ness would love to see you. She wanted to come out, but Edward didn't think it was safe."

"Yeah, well Edward's a douche." Jake grumbled. Hadn't he proven he wouldn't hurt the child? What more did the Vampire want from him? "Honestly, I wasn't sure I would even be welcome anymore, but… I needed to get away and I don't have anywhere else to go." If Emmett was shocked to hear Jake's voice crack, he didn't show it. "I don't know how to do this, you know? I don't know how to be the guy that everyone turns to. I can't… I don't-" He swiped his hand across his face in an angry gesture, and Emmett ignored the scent of tears in the air. "I want to go home and just sleep for days but I can't because Becca's there and she doesn't know about any of this" He gestured to himself and, vaguely, into the woods, "And I can't keep putting everything on Lee because it's just not fair to her. Seth and the guys… they've been great, they really have but they're there, all the time, and I can't get away from it and it's just this constant reminder of all the things I have to be now." He took a deep shuddering breath, biting his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. "And then, there's this place inside of me where Nessie used to be and I don't want it back, I don't, but god it hurts that it's gone." He drew his knees up to his chin, curling in on himself, ducking his head onto his knees. The only sign of his grief was the faint scent of tears and the deep, shuddering breaths he took.

Emmett, looking at him clearly for the first time in a long time, didn't see the werewolf who'd stood with them against the Volturi, or the wolf who'd ripped the newborns to pieces. He saw the kid whose life his family had torn apart and turned upside down and whose father had just died and left him with an entire people depending on him. Slowly, unsure of what the right thing to do was, he reached out with one hand and clasped the boy's shoulder firmly, squeezing just enough so that Jake would know he was trying. Jake was trembling under his hand, burning hot and shivering at the same time.

"For what it's worth, Jake, I can't think of anyone who's more capable of coping with this, than you."

He would never know if the words helped, or if Jake even heard him speak, but eventually the shaking calmed and the scent of salt in the air faded.

"Wanna go play Wii Bowling and tell blonde jokes?" Under his hand, he felt Jake laugh and saw him nod slowly.

"I have some time. But you have to promise to protect me when your crazy wife goes for weapons. I'm a fragile, delicate flower." Emmett laughed, jumping lightly to his feet and offering his hand to Jake, to hoist him up.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure that's what Leah likes most about you." The Vampire grinned. "Seriously? Next time, shower before coming over here. It's bad enough when it's just normal werewolf stink, but werewolf sex stink? It's a factor of ten worse." Jake shrugged, strolling toward the house.

"You're just jealous because you can't have me. Its okay- I understand, but Leah doesn't like to share." He flashed a grin back at the Vampire's stunned expression. "Thanks, Emmett."

A/N: I found this really difficult to write, for some reason. :(