AN: This was a LONG LONG one. I honestly could have made this one into 3 different chapters.

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Maybe Soji knew how curious I'd be by the end of the day. Maybe that's why he said "Let's hope so.". He believed I'd still try to meet Paul. I knew I couldn't be that stupid, meeting Paul alone was just a disaster waiting to happen.

I was curious, very, in fact. A part of me wanted to meet Paul and hear his explanation. Perhaps I wanted a valid excuse for his actions and it would set my mind at rest. Then the other part of me, the smart one, knew it was dangerous and I kept repeating: "Curiosity killed the cat." But it didn't keep my mind from wandering for the rest of the school day.

By the time last period let out, I was positively stupid enough to actually go out and find Paul. I'd thought about asking Soji to come with, but I didn't think I could get a decent answer from Paul with Soji there. Just a feeling. Or the fact that they seemed to despise each other.

Soji was waiting by my locker. This wasn't very usual, unless he had something to tell me. I had a feeling there was nothing too big to report. I guessed he was here to walk me straight to my car and watch me drive away.

"I'll walk you out." So knew it. "God knows if Paul will be waiting to kidnap you."

I hadn't thought of that. The better part of me took over, and I let him walk me to the car. Just like I guessed again, he stayed there and watched me drive away.

Half way home another spike in my curiosity almost made me make a U turn and drive back in search of Paul. I wasn't sure why my hands on the steering wheel didn't follow this want, it was like I couldn't controll them. They continued there way home while my mind reeled with want to go see Paul. My eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

Then, suddenly, I was home. In my bedroom, on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I didn't remember driving up to the house, walking up the stairs, or coming into my room. I groaned and stuffed my face against one of the soft pillows.

I continued thinking about what may have happened if I had stayed and met Paul, different scenarios running through my mind, most of them surprisingly weren't about rape or kidnap, which only made me question my sanity more.

Paul's POV

I didn't think she'd be aloud to meet me. Especially with the Asian always following her. I felt greatly relieved to know he wasn't her boyfriend, that would just make things more complicated. I had my suspicions when I watched her from outside her house and noticed he was there. And when I had followed her to the airport, she was picking him up, and they hugged. I talked myself out of the idea, 'cause I didn't want to think that my girl was taken.

I hoped she could have gotten away from the guy, but while I waited, and waited I realized she wasn't coming any time soon. It was already five. She said she wouldn't come, maybe she really wouldn't.

I gave up, and started walking back home, walking as in on two legs. I wasn't in any hurry to phase and head home, or to run patrols.

The patrols weren't as often anymore, with the Cullens gone, but Sam wanted us to be out there every now and again, to make sure they didn't come back. And to keep watch over some of the others Sam was worried about.

Sam still thinks Billy's son, Jacob is gonna be the next one to phase. He can see it, the physical changes taking on, muscles forming and a sporadic growth rate. The kid was already bigger than be, and I was a year older.

(AN: I noticed, while re-reading New Moon that Paul was 16 when he phased. I also noted that before I realized this fact, I had put Sydney's age as 17. I didn't like the thought of her being older than Paul, so I'm going to say he's at least 17 in this fic. Either that, or you can imagine his birthday coming a week after he phased? Happy Birthday, Paul. You're now a werewolf.)

I had asked Sam if I could tell Sydney about the given state I'm in yesterday. Jared already had Kim, and Sam with Emily. They both knew about werewolves, so why couldn't Sydney?

He was hesitant, thinking she'd flip out even more considering the pregnancy and my being a werewolf. I rebutted that I was going to flip if I had to keep away from her and our baby. He understood that, if anything else. He knew how annoying, and pain full it was to be away from your imprint. It felt like a whole in your chest, that constricted tighter every second you stayed away.

Another stab in his excuse, was that Sydney didn't go telling everyone she was raped. So I didn't figure she'd tell anyone about our secret. Sam had more ideas for that one, saying she did tell people, her mom, brother, and he figured maybe a friend or two. Now I knew which friend, the Asian. I hadn't known she'd told her family yet. I didn't even know she had a mom with no dad. Sam explained that her dad had left her mother for a Makah woman a long time ago. It angered me to think that Sam knew more about my girl then I did. Her brother had been a mystery to me too, because he wasn't there when I watched her house. Sam continued, saying that she probably didn't tell anyone she was raped because she didn't want any attention brought to her, and that it wouldn't have mattered to much if she told, she was still pregnant, everyone would know about it sooner or later.

Jared snorted. It would matter, Paul would be in jail for rape charges.

Paul would probably kill the officers for even trying, then he'd get a warrant for murder.

Embry had explained.

I had to admit, that did sound like me.

Soon enough, I had been bugging Sam and the others so much, he agreed to me telling her. He warned me constantly to be completely careful when I did it, yadda yadda.

I was hopeful, to say the least, that she'd be understanding. Now I doubted that, as I passed her house. It shocked me, I hadn't noticed before that her home was on the direct road to my own. I paused infront of the woods, watching. I listened intently, trying to hear anything.

I heard the sound of pots and pans clanging, then as I concentrated, I smelt cooking meat. My mouth watered. I guessed her mom was cooking, until I heard her voice mixed in with the scene. I decided, something that probably was not a very good choice, to move in closer.

I was leaning against the wall on the house a few seconds later. I was sitting on the ground, a ways away from the window, just in case. I could hear everything now, every breathe and step. I could even tell someone was upstairs, walking a few steps before I heard a door shut softy. I focused on the kitchen now.

Sizzling from a pan, and steps were heard. They weren't talking, just cooking. I wondered if Sydney helped her mom alot with the food, and I guessed her mom had taught her herself.

"Are you used to it yet?" A woman asked, her mother.

"Used to what?" I felt my chest finally ease of it's grip as I heard her voice, it calmed me in a very strange way.

"Being...p-pregnant." Her mother stuttered over the word, like she didn't like the thought ofr it anymore then her daughter. Sam was right, she had told her mom.

"I don't think I'll ever be used to it," she muttered. I felt horrible. A part of me wanted me to take it back, and make sure I hadn't..raped her. But then thinking on it, I probably never would have noticed her, or imprinted, if that didn't happen. Just like she pointed out. Was I always wrong now?

"Have you noticed changes, yet?" her mom asked.

"I feel like a pig, eating all the time now." Sydney grumbled.

I chuckled quietly along with her mother.

"You should, you're feeding for two now."

"Ugh," she whispered, I didn't think she meant for her mom to hear.

"Sydney, please explain why you and Clay haven't spoken to one another in months?" her mother's voice got hard, accusing.

"We talk,"

"Don't give that excuse, you two only speak when absolutely necessary, and when I'm around."

"We're just on different terms on this whole pregnancy deal, Mom. Please don't talk to him about it, it may make it worse." I was causing family issues now?

"I don't see how it could get any worse," she mumbled. "Clay only goes to school, practice, then straight to his bedroom. He's not getting rides from you anymore."

"This has been going on for more than a month, and now you realize?" Sydney asked.

"No, but this is the first time you've helped me cook since then."

"Sorry, I had a lot on my mind."

"I could tell. That's why I left it alone."

They didn't speak for the rest of their dinner making. Only scuffles and a few different noises I couldn't place.

"Clay," her mom called. "Dinner."

I heard foot steps, a door, then more steps. The kid didn't talk, only a few words to his mother. They didn't talk while they ate, and it felt strange to be sitting here listening still. I was anxious to hear her voice again, but I didn't get what I wished. I also guessed that my waiting here was like waiting to get caught, but I didn't. I was pushing it, and I wondered if Sam would come in search for me soon when he found out I wasn't home. I usually phase everyday, today that hasn't happened.

Sydney was back in the kitchen, putting her plate away. It was strange how I could already tell her foot steps from the others. Hers was light and fast. Like she was on her tip-toes, walking over a cold floor. I bet I was right this time.

I listened as she retreated, up stairs and into a room on the second floor. I couldn't hear well enough, and risking being seen, I dashed to the other side of the house. I couldn't get higher, I still had to be low on the ground, but if I tried hard enough I could hear her.

She didn't do anything out of the ordinary. I heard her sit on her bed, and the quiet sound of a computer turning on. Clicks, and soft music played. I figured I'd phase, before Sam got really antsy, and sense I seemed to have enough time. Sydney wasn't doing anything I needed to listen into intently.

I dashed into the forest by her house, trying to keep as close and as far away as possible.

I phased slowly, which was strange. I wasn't used to being so calm that I couldn't phase as soon as I wanted.

Finally, Sam thought.

I shrugged my shoulders. Sorry, guess I should have made sure you knew I wasn't home.

He read everything that happened today. He didn't judge, and I didn't argue about the intrusion. So you're not telling her?

I will somehow. I have to.

He nodded. Jared's taking patrol tonight, you don't have to be phased. Be aware of howls.

I agreed, thanking him for the break. I could tell he wanted to spend some time with Emily, too.

He shimmered out, and I was alone. It felt nice, to be in this form and alone. I don't think I've ever been aloud that. Maybe I really was turning into a puss, as Embry described me before.

I edged closer to the house, I could hear so much better with these ears.

I contemplated trying to get her attention and get her out here. Showing her everything with a safe distance from her house in case she did freak out.

Somewhere along the lines of my listening, it got dark. Not dark enough that I couldn't see. Being a werewolf has it's advantages. Nothing was too hidden, everything just looked different in it's colors. Dark blues, purples, and greys.

Jared wouldn't be phasing until really late, so I didn't have to worry about being alone. My mind slowly persuaded me, until I had every intention to go along with my plan to show Sydney everything.

I phased and picked up a small pebble, before I could think about stopping, the small rock flew, tapping lightly against her window.

Her music had still been playing before, and a few seconds later, it stopped. She didn't stand and come examine the window, like I expected. I reached down and grabbed another tiny pebble, throwing it again.

She still didn't come look. I sighed and tried, five more times.

I heard her hesitant approach, she didn't open her curtains, just stood by the window waiting. I threw the next one, a little harder to make the sound deliberate.

"I swear to God, Soji if that's you I'll kill you." she whispered. I growled quietly, that wasn't something I wanted to hear.

She slowly moved the curtain aside, I stepped back to make sure she clearly saw it was me.

She didn't seem to notice right away, and continued staring. I knew she'd finally gotten that it was me, because she jumped back, gasping. I took an automatic step forward, like I could reach out for her.

It took a few silent, long moments before she looked again. As if she believed her eyes were playing tricks on her. But it was me, and she saw the same thing again.

She didn't do anything, just stared. I waved awkwardly, jerking my thump up hoping she understood to open her window.

She did, and only opened it a quarter of the way up, enough to where I couldn't get in, I imagined was her reasoning.

She leaned her head out of the small opening, surprised that she could even preform the act so easily.

"I told you to leave me alone, and now you're at my house." she hissed.

I grimaced. It did seem conspicuous didn't it?

"I figured your Asian —"

"His name is Soji," she interrupted. "if you're going to talk to me at all, get it right."

I sighed. "Fine, I figured Soji wouldn't have let you come meet me anyway, even if you wanted to, so I came to you."

"I didn't want to." she told me.

"So be it, but I think you should come out here so I can show you."

"I'm watching."

I growled frustrated. "I can't do it with you so far away."

"That sounds like you're trying to lure me out."

Ugh. It did.

"Please?" I didn't like having to be reduced to begging.

"Like I said, I'm watching."

"You're very stubborn, aren't you?"

She grinned playfully, and I felt my heart jump and beat erratically.

"What are you going to show me?" she asked.

"What if your mom hears me?" I asked back. "Can't have her overhearing."

She snorted. "My mom's such a heavy sleeper, if I really wanted to I could sneak right out the front door without her noticing."

"Then come on out."

She just snorted again.

"Isn't this the part of the romantic fairy tale where you come out because you're so enthralled to see me?"

"Fairy tale?"

"I threw rocks at you're window, come on out, Juliet."

She laughed, really laughed and this sent my stomach and heart into a frenzy. I felt my mouth pull up in it's corners too. She regained herself and pushed the window up a little more, making it easier for her to lean out.

"Are you not cold?" she asked.

I looked down. I'd phased, and only put my jeans and t-shirt back on. My shoes and jacket were still out in the woods. The shoes, jacket, and frankly, the shirt were all not needed. I was never cold anymore, as my body temp was higher than normal.

"Not really, but my shoes were falling apart, so I didn't see the point anymore." That was only partly a lie.

She shook her head, rubbing her bare arms. She was wearing a tank top I noticed just then. I tried to rein in the perverted thoughts, because that really wouldn't help me right now.

"Put on a jacket and come on out. I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to show you why I'm being so..."

"Persistent?" she filled in. I nodded.

She sighed and played with strand of her hair that had fallen out of the ponytail she wore.

"It'd be really stupid if I went out there." she said.

"I won't be the one calling you that."

She shook her head, biting her lip. I wanted to reach out and stop her from damaging her perfect mouth.

"Well," she said suddenly. "I guess if I'm being stupid... Wait there."

Like I was going anywhere. She stepped away from the window, pushing it down. I heard her shuffle around the room, then I heard a door open, very quietly, deliberate. I winced when the door creaked too loudly for a sneak out.

I listened as she paused, and walked out of her room. I waiting, tense. Half expecting a loud call of her name and I imagined us both jumping at the sound.

It took a few minutes, then I head the front door open, again very slowly trying to be quiet. I waited and then saw her turn the corner of the house. She was wearing dark blue sweat pants, black sandals, a newly changed into white t-shirt, and a black jacket. She was still shivering, and I wanted to pull her in my arms and warm her. I held back though, barely.

The wind blew suddenly, blowing her scent straight at me. Her hair blew wildly and fought against the rubber band holding her hand. She smelt amazing, like lavender and ceder wood. She shivered more, and scrambled to pull the hood over her head.

"You okay?" I asked.

She looked at me incredulously. Her eyes asking: "Why the hell aren't you cold?!"

I shrugged. "I can get my jacket if it makes me seem more...normal. But soon it won't matter anyway."

Her eyes narrowed and I figured I'd worded that the wrong way. "No, I mean. I-I don't need it. I'm not cold."

She still didn't look convinced. I sighed. "This part is going to sound even worse, but you gotta trust me, because I'm trusting you with this."

"What part? Trusting me with what?" she asked.

"I gotta get back into the forest deeper, enough that I can make sure you're the only one watching. But I'll stay close enough for you to keep your house in sight, alright?"

She didn't say anything as she thought it over. I guessed the keeping her house in sight won her over, as if it would help her if I did anything horrible. I couldn't even if I wanted to. My body responded to anything that hurt her and it took it out, no questions.

I backed up, making sure I was far enough that I could still see the house. I waved her forward. She took a few steps toward me. Turning to see the house, and then back at me. Another couple of steps and I knew that was as much as I would get. I nodded.

"You can see me right?" I asked.

She nodded. "Good, now, do you know about the Quileute Legends?"

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Um, The Great Flood, Wolf-Men, Cold Ones?"

I was shocked she knew about all of that. "Yeah, how do you know it all?"

"My dad was hung up on that for a long time. I went to his house every other weekend since I was twelve. Every time he'd re-tell the same stories. It was so annoying."

"Do you think there true?"

"The flood maybe, it makes more sense than the others."

How strange, that it just so happens the 'others' happen to be the true ones.

"What if I told you one was real? And I could prove it right now."

She looked like she knew I couldn't do it. "Fine, go ahead."

"Promise you won't run?"

"I can't promise that, honestly."

I nodded. "Okay, but don't freak out at first, wait." She agreed.

I stepped deeper into the forest, explaining she'd only freak more if she watched what I was doing. I concentrated, something I never had to do before, because I was at ease with Sydney near. I was also very nervous that it may be too much to see her run away when I show her the truth. I let the deep fire coarse through my body, and I was now on four legs instead of two.

I walked, slowly and also trying to be more diliberate in my steps to make my aproach known. I stayed further away, just enough for her to see me. I heard her gasp, and saw her eyes bugging out of her head. I was sitting back on my haunches, but I settled down on my stomach. Making myself seem smaller.

She continued to stare, lost in thought. She got it though, eventually, because all the air gushed from her lungs like she'd been punched. I whimpered despite myself, I didn't want to scare her.

"P-Paul?" she asked, whispering.

I raised my head from my paws and nodded. She gasped again.

She took a step toward me, hesitant. I lied my head back down, trying to seem as harmless as possible. She continued until she was right in front of me. I still must have seemed huge to her. I could see why, no matter how low I was, when I was standing fully my head reached hers, if not taller. Much bigger than a normal wolf.

She suddenly dropped down to her knees, still staring. She looked confused, shocked, and full of curiosity. My eyes followed her every move but I did nothing in case I startled her. Reaching out tentatively, as if she expected me to snap at her tiny hand, she placed it on the top of my head.

My eyes closed, I loved this feeling. Her touch was like Heaven. That heavenly touch continued, running her fingers through my fur. She was still tensed, ready to run at any moment. I chose to give her a sign she might understand, and wagged my tail. I wasn't a dog and I my pride was taking a beating, but I didn't care. As long as she was happy.

Sydney almost jumped at the sound of my flicking tail, but I think she got the sign, because she visibly relaxed when I opened my eyes.

"So you...turn into a gigantic wolf." she stated quietly. I huffed an agreement. "You were here before, you where watching outside my window that day from the airport." I nodded softly against her hand, which had continued it's travel down my neck. I almost purred with happiness.

She grinned and my heart jumped again. "You're like a big puppy."

I was glad she wasn't seeing me as an evil person anymore, like this form made her feel safer than my human one. Her soft hands combed through the fur on my neck, and after asking permission with her eyes, did the same on the smaller amounts on my muzzle and the sides of my face.

"Everything's so different, except your eyes. There the same. I can tell it's you." she muttered. I didn't know if she was talking to me.

"Can...Can you change back now? I have a lot of questions."

I nodded and stood. Just as long as you don't run away. Going back into the woods, phasing back and getting my clothes back on. She was still on the ground, but she moved so she was sitting Indian-style, leaning against a tree trunk. I walked over, and sat directly in front of her, glad that she didn't flinch at the closeness.

Her eyes met mine. "Wow." she said.

I laughed. "Awesome trick, huh?"

"Totally."

"Questions?" I reminded her.

"How? Why? When?" she blurted out.

"Um, I just...phase. It's hard to explain. When, a couple of months back. Why... um, that's another story. Let's just say it had to do with the Cold Ones."

Her eyes widened. "That story's true too?" I nodded. She paused thinking it over.

"That is a cool trick and all, but what does that have to do with," she hesitated. "loving me?"

I let out a breathe, this was the hard part. "Well, werewolves sometimes have this thing happen to them. It's called imprinting."

"Imprinting." she repeated.

"Imprinting is where a wolf finds his soul mate, one true love and all that jazz."

"So, you...imprinted on someone?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Me."

"Yes."

She didn't say anything for a while. Then after I thought she was just so scared stiff, she said "Is that why you raped me?"

"No!" I yelled, she winced and I pulled back. Making my voice calmer. "I mean, no. I was... really upset that day. You were right, I had no idea who you were, and I had no idea that would happen. I regret it everyday."

She nodded slowly, like it still didn't make sense. "That day," I told her. "the day on the bench, when I tried to tell you sorry. I said 'Look," and then our eyes met. That's when I imprinted."

"Oh." she mumbled. "I thought something was weird about you that day."

I chuckled. "Does that mean I wasn't weird every other day I talked to you?" I asked.

"No, you were very weird all the time."

"Thanks so much." I grumbled. She grinned. Cue heart flip, now.

I answered many, many questions that she had. And there were a lot. Things about imprinting, werewolves, the pack, bloodsuckers for a while, even things about Kim and Emily. I told her anything I could think of, but I held back on my questions, which revolved around our baby. I wanted to know everything I had been forced to miss, but I knew that if I asked, she may just remember that I was supposedly a bad guy.

She yawned and I realized it must be really late. I was used to staying up late, but I guessed that she wasn't.

"Sorry, guess you should get back." I said.

She seemed just as reluctant to go as I was to let her. She sighed, but nodded.

"Can I come back again, later?" I asked, before I let my brain contemplate if I should or not. She froze.

"You...can't." she mumbled.

"Why?"

"My mom, brother, Soji, they all don't know any of this... Soji and my brother know I was...raped. I can't just be all 'Oh, here's Paul. You know the father of my child. Yeah, were civil now.' There's no way."

It felt like a stab in the gut, but I figured she was right. "That's fine. They don't have to know. We'll keep it a secret."

"Keep it a secret until when? I can't lie that long."

"You could say that you realized that the baby deserves to have a father...something along those lines."

She watched me warily. "I told them I didn't want you anywhere near me. And honestly I only trust you fifty percent right now."

I grimaced, after all that, when she was starting to laugh and joke and get to know that I'm not a horrible guy I get that?

"I mean," she amended. "I can't just bring you into my life like that. I get the imprint and I know you want to be apart of the baby's life, but that's just impossible."

"I can't, be away from you." I choked.

She nods like she knew this already. "Let's just start out as friends. Because we really need to see that nothing goes to fast. I'm already pregnant."

I winced, but agreed without complaint. We walked back to the house. She waved goodbye and entered the house quietly.

I listened to her light breathing as she slept that night, because sleep was beyond me at that point.

AN: I have no idea how I'm going to get the idea around Soji, Clay, and Syd's mom that Paul and Syd are...talking?

:/ Oh well, hopefully something will pop up, like most of my ideas come about WHILE writing. (This whole chapter was a shock to me.)

Anyway, any suggestions? Love it? Hate it?

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