Author's Note: Hey there! Just wanted to say hello and thank all my wonderful viewers! I really don't know where this story is going yet, I haven't really planned anything out with the plot (although I have something prepared for the later chapters) Anywhoo...I'm super excited for the movie Alice in Wonderland and The Lightning Thief. I always loved Alice in Wonderland ever since I was like 3, and I read all of The Lightning Thief series, so I'm super excited for that. I made my friend read it just so we can go see the movie together!

I hope you guys enjoy my new chappie! :D

Disclaimer: I own three things...me, myself, and my little German whore. (He's a sweetie...love you Con-Con! Although sometimes...he makes me want to rip his nipple off...yeah...)

Changes In Time
Chapter 10
The Magic of Morphine, Baby

Leaves. All I could see, smell, taste, and feel were leaves. Leaves and grass, actually. It was absolutely disgusting. However, I couldn't move, since there was a hundred pound beast standing on my back. I knew that this--whatever this thing is--is able to hit me hard enough to make me bleed. I could feel the wet goopiness of my blood running down my forehead. This was not good. The pressure it had caused by placing its...foot? Well, whatever it was foot or paw, it was hurting.

As if the thing was reading my thoughts, it had released me out of its painful grasp. I sighed in relief, feeling the rushing of air returning to my lungs. That was a feeling that I never wish to experience ever again. A few seconds later, the thing's large, dark, paw (which I could now see clearly) had reached under me and flipped me over. I gasped in surprise at the sudden movement, and was now facing the sky. Glancing over to get a look at my possible killer, my eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my head.

Standing before me was a very large, very black, werewolf. I could tell that it was a werewolf just by the size of the thing. I mean, he or she has to be at least three times bigger than a regular wolf. It's striking blue eyes stared me down for a moment, its teeth bared. I gulped as I felt the blood on my forehead trailing down my cheek. The throbbing that came from the wound was now starting to settle in and it made it hard to focus on my new found enemy.

"Oh my," I managed to whisper out, and the wolf snarled, spewing spit and God knows what else all over me. In one short swipe, the wolf's paw had hit me across the face. Darkness suddenly enveloped my sight and I started to panic. Am I blind? I started to feel very woozy now and I felt my body slump wolf was quiet for a moment, but not for long. Suddenly, it started to snarl again and I felt a whoosh of wind. There was some rustling and all was quiet.

I'm pretty sure it was right there when I passed out.

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Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Oh jeez, what a headache. My pulse felt like a jackhammer jolting away in my throat and in my head. I groaned, trying to ignore the thrumming that is my brain. I tried to gather my thoughts, trying to think back to what happened and where I was at this point in time.

Oh, right. The big, bad wolf had blown me down and now I'm dead. I'm...dead, right? No, I wouldn't have a horrible headache if I was dead. Or, would I?

I didn't want to open my eyes to find out.

"Nessie, Nessie, can you hear me?" I heard from above me. Is that you, God? Or whatever you are.

No, it wasn't God. This voice was strangely familiar, and I knew that I wasn't dead, at least not for now. I tried to open my eyes, which were growing heavier and heavier by the moment, and I felt myself drifting off to sleep. I didn't want to fall asleep; I wanted to find out who was this mystery friend that was calling to me. I attempted to open my eyes for a moment before they fluttered back down. As my thoughts grew hazy with drowsiness, I took note of the dark person standing over me. Jake.

I don't know how much longer I was asleep, but when I awoke again, I could hear multiple voices instead of just my Jake's. There was a warmth tingling on my right hand and it made me feel extremely relaxed. Squeezing that warmth, I tried not to fall back asleep as I listened to all of the conversations that were going on.

"What's wrong with her? Why isn't she healing?" Ah, my Jake. I just love to hear him rumble when he talks. It's like little thunderstorms rolling through the air, and disappearing into wisps of nothing. Everything about him just amazes me, the way he always smells like the woods, and when he looks at my mom, his warm, brown eyes seem to sparkle. I wonder what they looked like when he looked at me. Did they have the same sparkle in them? I really wished I had paid attention to them.

I seemed to have missed a few lines in their conversation, because the next I heard was:

"Why don't you go take a walk Jake, clear your head. I'm sure Nessie will be fine while you're gone," I heard my mother say to him. I suddenly felt the warmth that had tingled my hand suddenly disappear. I tried to squeeze for it, grasping for its return, but I felt nothing. I needed that warmth, and I am getting it back, whether it likes it or not.

"N-No," I managed to call out to the warmth, and I almost gasped at the pain it caused me just to say those few words. I stretched my hand back and forth, since that was the only thing that didn't seem to be hurting me at the moment. I swallowed a few times to find that my mouth was dry and my lips were cracked badly. I forced my eyes to flutter open for a few moments to see that Jake and everyone in my family except for my dad were in the room with me. And the room was the study that Grandpa Carlisle usually worked in whenever he wasn't needed at the hospital.

I suddenly felt the warmth return to my hands and I attempted to turn up the corners of my mouth into a smile. It worked as far as I could tell. While I was busy focused on the warmth on my hand, I didn't expect it to spread to my cheek. I felt it for a quick moment, and then it was gone.

"Nessie, can you understand me?" I heard Grandpa Carlisle ask me. He was to the left of me and I turned my head to open my eyes and look at him. This time, my eyes didn't suddenly flutter shut, and I kept eye contact with him for a good five seconds. The question finally hit me after a few moments, and I nodded once. "Okay, Nessie. I'm going to need you to stay as still as possible. There is some tree bark in your right leg and I need to get it out. You understand?"

I don't really think I understood what this meant until I felt something like a knife diving into my leg. I cried out, not even feeling the pain from my throat as I had a few moments ago. The pain was so excruciating, that I felt numb all across the rest of my body. I attempted to open my mouth and try to tell them to stop, but nothing really seemed to be working at the moment. Dots sprung all across my eyelids, and I felt like I was going to throw up.

I don't really remember falling back asleep (or passing out, I guess), but when I came aware of my surroundings, I felt absolutely wonderful. I felt...I felt like I could run ten miles without stopping. After all that 'fun' stuff that's been going on, I would've figured that my body would be aching and everything would hurt like no other. However, I felt as though I just took a small nap and had woken up entirely refreshed. Weird, right?

I opened my eyes to see that I was still in Grandpa Carlisle's study, and that I was in the hospital bed that he kept for anyone who needed medical attention (and for anyone, I mean wolves and vampires). There was a tube shooting out of my arm and I wondered how Grandpa Carlisle had managed to get it in my arm. He's been a doctor for many years, so I guess he probably does know some kind of way to pierce our skin.

A loud snore startled me out of my thoughts. My eyes shot up to see that Jake was sleeping comfortably in the green armchair sitting right across the room from me. I smiled, but then remembering why I was here and what had happened moments before, I lost it. I sighed, regretting for yelling at my Jacob and my eyes burned while regret filled in my heart. He looked so peaceful as he slept, and I wondered how I could've even thought of yelling at him. My Jacob means so much to me, and I don't know what I'd do if I lost him.

I tried to stay quiet so I could let Jake sleep, and I noticed a book sitting on a table next to my bed. It was hanging off halfway, so I reached out carefully, my muscles screaming in relief for getting stretched. I touched the book and what do ya know, the book fell off the table. I cursed under my breath (some word I learned from the Quileute boys) and the book clattered loudly to the floor. I heard Jake snort once and he started moving around. Yep, I woke him up.

I looked over to see that he was stretching now, his shoulder popping very loudly, and he yawned. I just lied there in my bed just waiting for him to notice me. I'm sure he's been worried sick. I mean, he's been sleeping in this chair for I don't know how long and now I'm suddenly back.

He opened his eyes after he yawned and they immediately locked onto mine. He froze, his arms still above his head while he stretched. It was almost if someone had taken a remote control and pressed pause. I smiled lightly at him and his arms dropped like noodles to his sides. He just stared at me, and I felt a bit odd that he was just staring me down with those warm brown eyes that I had thought about what seemed like moments ago.

I suddenly felt the regret rush through me again, and I knew that I had to say something.

"My...My Jake?" My voice was still a bit raspy, and he flinched when he heard it. My smile disappeared slowly. He had gotten off the chair and was by my side instantaneously. Now that he was close up, I could see his dark, black hair shot out in every which way and there were bags under his eyes. I reached out my hand to touch his cheek, and he placed his warm hand over my chilled one. He smiled and closed his eyes, squeezing my hand to him.

"Nessie."

"How long have I been out?" That was the first of my many worries that I wanted to talk about and get it over with. Jake's lips tightened into a thin line before he spoke.

"A week." I nodded for a while, just thinking about everything.

And suddenly, I couldn't hold it in any longer. Tears started to stream down my cheeks. "I'm so sorry Jake, I didn't mean to yell at you! I don't mean any of those things that I said out in the woods! If I could take it all back, I would! I am really, really-"

His expression had changed from elated to slightly amused. He shushed me and took my hand away from his cheek, still keeping it in his grasp.

"Ness, I know. But, I really think I deserved it. I didn't mean to keep my secret from you for so long, but you have to know that there was a reason why I couldn't tell you. If I had told you when you were younger, of course you wouldn't understand. I didn't realize that you had grown up so much in such a short amount of time." His eyes drifted to the blanket that was covering my legs. "You have the right to know who I imprinted on, and I'm going to tell you right now."

I smiled sadly at him, and released my hand from his grasp. I lightly touched his chin to turn his head so he could look at me.

"Jake, I don't care who she is. I think it would be best if you told me at another time. Right now, I'm probably on so many medications and I'm not really feeling like I should. Even though there is no pain. How did Grandpa Carlisle manage that?"

Jake smiled. "That's the magic of morphine."

"Well then, I would like to meet your imprint and have a wonderful conversation with her. But for now, all I want to do is just talk to you like we always do, sharing every little detail about our lives."

Jake's smile turned into a conflicted expression.

"You...don't," he started, "you don't want to know?"

"Of course I want to know, but not right at this moment."

It took him a moment to gather his thoughts, and his chin rested on the bed while my hand stroked through his hair.

"Nita's been asking for you," he said quietly. And we talked for about an hour or two. It was mostly about nothing. Just anything and everything I missed while I was lying here unconscious for a few days. We talked about Nita, and Emily, and how Rachel was fighting with Paul about something that he did. I just smiled and added my comment here and there while he blabbed on about ordinary things with extraordinary people.

Grandpa Carlisle came into the room after we had talked ourselves to the point of exhaustion. He looked me over a few times, asking me questions about dizziness or anything peculiar he should know about. I shook my head at all of this and he smiled.

And all the while, my hands were still running through Jake's hair. His eyes had closed and he was humming a soft tune to himself.

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