A/N: It's been a long time, but I had a bad case of writer's block—called stress. I've been super busy lately, and I do apologize for my lack of updating. Hope you forgive me! 

Blue Moon – An irregularly timed full moon. Usually there are twelve full moons in a year, but every two to three years the accumulated left over days make us have a thirteenth full moon. This extra full moon is known as the Blue Moon.


Chapter 10
Blue Moon

I didn't expect to have such a great first date. I don't know why I hadn't expected it, everything about Jacob was amazing. I knew it would be interesting, that I was sure of, but I thought that perhaps because of the age difference we'd run out of things to talk about.

We didn't.

We kept the conversation going all through out dinner and I couldn't resist grabbing his hand as we strolled down Main Street. We were headed toward the park, the night was great a light breeze was fluttering around town and Jacob was laughing at one of my lame jokes.

I stopped when I heard a low growl come from next to me though; it sounded a lot like the one he had let out in The Bean earlier that day. I glanced up at Jacob and he swiftly pulled me behind his much taller frame.

"Jacob, what's wrong?"

"Stay behind me," His gaze didn't move from whatever it was that he had locked in on. His entire body tensed up and his hand held mine firmly.

"Jake?"

"Don't move Mols,"

I didn't.

I stood still and he seemed focused on whatever he had seen, though I still couldn't see anything. His behavior was strange—very strange.

I tried my hardest to see what he was seeing but—nothing. A few seconds ticked by and he relaxed, visibly, or at least it looked like he did.

"Jake, what's going on?"

He turned to me; his lips weren't turned in to the normal grin that adorned his handsome face. Instead, they were in a thin line across his handsome face, "I saw someone lurking in the park, maybe I should take you back home…"

His face didn't show any sign of him joking around, but I hadn't seen anyone. I glanced around his tall frame back to the dark park and I couldn't understand how he had seen someone.

"Lurking?" I questioned confused. "I didn't see anyone…"

"I have really good eyesight…" He turned me around as if to go back to the car. "Let's go back to the car." I could see he was getting tense again.

There was something else, something he wasn't telling me. Perhaps something important. He glanced down at me and I could see him reading me.

"How about we go to the lake?"

I met his gaze, a bit of shock registering across my face. We hadn't been to Maroon Bells in quite awhile. I had been so busy with work and now with Jacob that I hadn't thought about my favorite spot. Thinking of Maroon Bell instantly made me think of my wolf. I hadn't seen my wolf since Jacob arrived.

I set aside his suspicious behavior and agreed. I really wanted to go to the lake. And I really didn't want to have an argument on our first official date.

We arrived at Maroon Bells and Jacob had barely said a word since we left Main Street. I didn't press him through, I figured I'd let him cool off before asking him any questions about what the hell was going on.

He pulled a blanket out of the trunk of my car and I followed him down to the mouth of the lake. He spread the blanket out in my usual spot; he watched me sit down. I glanced up and watched as he stretched out next to me, not on the blanket but in the same spot the wolf had.

I found this strange.

"Jacob," He glanced at me curiously. "What are you doing?"

"Sitting," His voice was even, not at all what I expected.

"I gathered that much, but why are you sitting in the dirt?"

His gaze cut from me to the ground which he was sitting upon. I watched him carefully as he blushed crimson, that boyish charm settling in at the same time. His lips turned in to a grin and he swiftly picked himself off of the ground and settled in next to me.

"Now that we've fixed that…" I mused. "Care to tell me what the hell you saw earlier?"

He stared out at the water, "It wasn't safe."

"What?" I was confused.

"Look, Molly…" Those deep brown eyes turned to me and I felt my heart skip a beat. Stupid organ, I thought to myself. "There are some things about me you don't know yet…" He paused trying to search for my reaction, I didn't give him any leverage and I kept a straight face. "… and I hope, eventually, you'll find out about these things…" He licked his bottom lip and I felt the urge to kiss him. "But please just trust me on this…"

I stared at him, focusing this time. His chocolate brown eyes were held on me, his long fingers playing with the hem of his shorts. I reached out slowly and took his hand in mine, the warmth I felt at this moment was comforting.

I knew I could trust him.

"Ok," It was all I said and all I had to say.

He gave me a small smile, "Let's change the subject." He instructed.

"Ok, tell me more about you, your family… La Push…"

He gave my hand a light squeeze and he began telling me about La Push, and his family and his friends there. He told me stories about the Quileute Indians—his tribe. He told me of his sisters, Rachel and Rebecca, and his mother—whom passed away. Then he fell on to the topic of his father, Billy Black, and he beamed proudly speaking of his father.

I found myself enthralled in all of his stories, and more so when he started speaking of his friends. His two best friends, Quil and Embry; and Sam and Seth and he went through several more names but I could tell that the first four meant the most to him, there was more history there.

The sparkle in his eye when he spoke of them was mesmerizing. His big brown eyes told most of the story before he could.

"You miss them," I interrupted him during a story about Quil and Embry.

He looked down at his lap where he held my hand tightly, "Yes."

"Why did you leave?"

"That's one of those things that you don't know about yet…" He looked up sadly, his eyes telling me that in due time I would know. So I didn't push it. "But it also had a lot to do with Bella,"

I saw the look on his face, the emotion in his eyes as he spoke her name, and I instinctively knew who that was. I felt the first jealous pull in the pit of my stomach. She was the one; the one that had hurt him—the same one that he had spoken about; the one who made him run away from his home.

"So, that's her name." I mused quietly, trying to shake the feeling I was getting. The distaste I had for this Bella. He didn't say anything he just simply nodded his head. "You should go visit them," I pressed, swallowing the fact that if he did go back to visit, she might be there.

"I can't go back there," He shook his head. "I won't."

"But your family, your friends…"

He looked at me his eyes showing his hurt, "You want me to leave?"

I sucked in a deep breath; I really didn't mean it that way. I saw the hurt in his eyes, the look of sadness cross over his face when he spoke of his father and his friends—of La Push.

I squeezed his hand, "Of course I don't want you to leave, Jacob…" I licked my lips quickly. "I just I can tell you miss them… I just want you to be happy…"

He didn't say anything for a few seconds; my heart was beating in my chest wildly. I didn't want him to think I wanted him gone, because that was the last thing I wanted. I really liked him. A lot.

"Would you go with me?"

"Go where?" I asked blinking a few times.

"La Push. Washington." His eyes were vibrant, like a great idea had just struck him.

"Washington?" I swallowed hard.

The last thing I wanted to do was go to Washington. I didn't want to be near Seattle. Though I loved my mother, I don't know if I could stand being there, especially not after my nightmares had started up again.

"Yeah, we can visit your mom, and then go to La Push to visit my dad and my friends, and you can see where I grew up…"

It all seemed a little rushed. I couldn't imagine myself back in that dreary state.

"Jacob," I pursed my lips together not sure of how to put what I was feeling in to words. My stomach clenched tightly. My mind rushed with feelings, emotions, words I didn't want to and couldn't say. "I—I don't know if that's such a great idea,"

His brown eyes lost their vibrancy and his grin slipped away. I hadn't told him much of my brother's murder, or the nightmares, he didn't know any of that, not yet. I suppose there were things I hadn't told him that he would learn eventually, much like I would of him.

"Why not?"

"I don't think I'm ready for that,"

"Meeting each other's parents?" He asked his voice showing that he was slightly confused.

"No," I shook my head. I turned my body to face his. I closed my eyes and pulled both of his hands in to mine. "I haven't really told you everything, about me either…" I opened my eyes and saw a bit of hurt reflect in those amazing eyes. "But it's a very sensitive subject that I will share… I just can't right now."

I tried reading his expression, one that I hadn't seen before. I couldn't break what he was portraying but as soon as he spoke it registered.

"I understand," He pulled my hands to his lips and kissed the tops of them. I let a small smile slip in to place and seemed a little more at ease than I was before.

"Maybe we can go another time…" I said trying to sound cheerful.

"When you're ready," He nodded his head pulling me closer to his body.

I couldn't deny him; the body heat was exactly what I needed. We sat by the lake the two of us, his arm curled around me. His body heat keeping me warm under the dark sky, a full moon shined above us and he smiled.

"Do you know what that is?" He asked pointing up at the moon.

I smirked at him and laughed, "Of course, it's a Full Moon…"

He shook his head a large smile spread across his face, "Nope."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah," He nodded his head.

"Then what is it?"

He glanced at our intertwined fingers and smiled, "It's a Blue Moon…"