Me: Yo! So sorry for the long delay but apparently it takes the computer guy at school 4 months to figure out why my computer won't turn on and then another month to repair the problem. . .

Shadow: Yup so sucks for you!

Me: Shut up! Anywho- last you read, Edward finally kissed Jacob, only to be caught in the act by Billy. What oh what could happen next?

Shadow: Just start the chapter. . .

Me: Psh- fine. . .

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Jacob, Edward, Billy, werewolves, vampires, blah, blah, blah. . .

Me: Ok! Start time!

As surprised as he had been at seeing Edward in front of his door, nothing about this visit surprised or shocked him as much as what happened next. Instead of answering Jacob's barely coherent question, Edward leaned forward, emotions spinning wildly in his eyes, and he gently kissed the boy he loved. Jacob stiffened from the contact, incapacitated by the improbability of such an event as well as the pure blissfulness that overwhelmed every other rational sensation. Jacob wound his arms around Edward's head, pulling him closer as Edward would his arms around Jacob and for a while, they just enjoyed their moment. When they broke apart, their eyes met, and unspoken sentiments passed between them as of their own accord. Just as Jacob opened his mouth to say something, another, different voice intruded on his happiness.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"

Edward and Jacob quickly released each other and spun toward the source of the voice. Billy. Jacob took one look at his father's livid face and knew he was in serious trouble. 'I'm screwed.'

Jacob stared guiltily at his father as he felt Edward shift uncomfortably beside him. Jacob wondered vaguely whether he would live long enough to tell Edward what he had been milliseconds from saying to him: 'I love you.'

"WELL?? ARE YOU GOING TO ANSWER OR NOT??" Billy yelled. Never before in his life could he remember being this angry. If he had had the werewolf gene, he would without a doubt have exploded into his wolf form at that exact moment. Jacob stood looking at his feet, ashamed not of his actions, but of the fact that his father had to find out this way.

When Jacob didn't answer, Billy swore and wheeled himself into the small house without a backward glance. Jacob felt Edward give him a small pat of reassurance as he too, turned to leave the two to figure things out. Reluctantly, Jacob headed into the house after his father.

When he entered the living room, he saw Billy with his back to him, staring at the walls in agitation. Jacob stood still for a moment: considering whether it would be safer to just leave now or if he should talk to Billy about what happened first. After a few moments of hesitation, Jacob made his decision.

"Dad?"

Billy remained silent. The only change in his countenance was a slight narrowing of his eyes as he heard his son's voice.

"Dad? Please, just hear me out. . ." Jacob took a deep breath. Where should he start? Should he begin by explaining exactly what Edward meant to him? No. It would just make things worse if his father knew just how much of a hold that 'bloodsucker' had on Jacob. Should he promise he wouldn't see Edward again? No. That alternative was almost too painful to think about. With another deep breath to gather his courage, Jacob made his move into the minefield that was his life now.

"Dad. . . I'm sorry." Billy turned around with a steely expression lighting his eyes, underlying the anger, Jacob could see the broken trust and betrayal that his father felt.

"Dad, I won't apologize for how I feel about him, but I'm sorry for the way you had to find out about it. Dad, I think I might love him. I really hope you can accept that but if you can't, if you don't want to see me anymore, then I guess I can find somewhere else to live. But I really am sorry." Jacob hung his head, waiting for the verdict.

Minutes passed. Eventually, Jacob lifted his head to see his father frowning at him. When their eyes met, Jacob knew immediately what his father had decided.

"Jake, I do not want you to see that Cullen," his lip curled upward in disgust as he said the name,"ever again. I do not want my only son corrupted by those bloodsuckers."

Jacob's face fell. He looked down forlornly. Billy's expression immediately became softer, more fatherly and understanding. He placed one hand on his son's shoulder.

"Its ok son, you're still young. You'll find someone better soon enough."

With one final pat on the back, Billy left the room. Once he was gone, Jacob lifted his head with a fiercely determined expression on his face. He would never give up. He would always love Edward Cullen and nothing his father said would ever change his mind.

Billy sighed as he left the house. He wondered where he had gone wrong in raising his son. He couldn't see how someone of his own flesh and blood could possibly think it was ok to like a vampire: no matter how refined they may seem to be, the fact was, they were dangerous. There was only one thing to do. If Billy knew his son, then he would not give up something that he believed in, as misled as the act obviously was, Jacob was not one to surrender to authority if he believed in what he was doing. Therefore, Billy had only one choice if he was to shield Jacob. A smile spread across his face as his target drew nearer.

"Sam."

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes. Do you know that Jacob is currently seeing one of the Cullens?"

"Yes. We all do."

"And?"

"And I'm trying to figure out how to mend things among the pack first. Once things have calmed down a little bit, it will be easier to distract Jacob from the Cullens."

Sam spoke slowly, emphasizing the importance of keeping the pack together so that Billy would understand why nothing was currently being done in regards to Jacob's dilemma. Billy nodded once to show that he understood.

"I don't want him near those filthy bloodsuckers anymore. If you have to, make him stay behind when you patrol the borders."

Sam nodded in agreement and walked off towards the forest to begin the night's meeting. When his back was turned, he sighed. He hated the fact that no one could accept the possibility of living in peace with the Cullens. No one except for Jacob, but no one would listen to him now.

Jacob stood to the side of the clearing where the werewolves always had their pre-patrol meetings. He avoided catching anyone's eye. He knew what they all thought of him; after all they were in their wolf forms so it was kind of hard to ignore it.

'Traitor'

'Abomination'

'Misfit'

'Confused'

The last was from Embry's mind. Alone of the wolves, he could accept the connection that linked Jacob to Edward. Alone of the wolves, Embry still accepted him as one of them. Alone of the wolves, Embry wasn't blinded by prejudice or hate.

Soon, Sam entered the clearing. The teenage werewolves immediately turned their attention to the pack leader to await their orders. Sam took one sweeping look at all of them, perhaps lingering a little more on Paul and Jared. The meaning of this look was clear: 'not a word about the vampire issue'. When he was satisfied that he had their attention and cooperation, Sam spoke into their minds then.

"Jacob, Embry: you two can go home now if you want"

"What? Why" said two wolves replied.

"There isn't much trouble tonight so I think it's safe for the new members to stay home tonight."

Sam was disciplined enough to avoid thinking of the real reason for this astonishing change of plan, but unfortunately it didn't fool Jacob.

"Liar! My dad put you up to this didn't he?"

"No, he didn't." Sam lied.

"Yes he did! I know he did! Why can't anyone just accept me the way I am?"

With that final outburst, Jacob ran from the clearing with the intention of losing himself in the woods. As soon as he was far enough away, he phased back to human so as to avoid any contact with the other wolves. Sam sighed. Why did everything have to be so complicated in a wolf pack?

Later in the night, Jacob sat in the same place where he had stopped before. He had been crying. He had been crying for his banishment from the pack, his disownment by his father, but most of all he cried for his forbidden love with Edward Cullen. When he sat back up, prepared to head home to an empty house of disappointment, he saw Edward himself standing a few feet away: reluctant to leave, but also afraid of doing further harm to Jacob's life.

For a few moments, they just stared at one another. Then, by unspoken consent, the two walked toward one another and Edward hugged Jacob close, rubbing soothing circles across his back. Jacob sighed in content and closed his eyes. Eventually, the silence of the moment was broken by two words, spoken in a whisper by Edward.

"I'm sorry."

"What?"

"I'm so sorry."

"Why?"

"It's my fault things have turned out the way they have. I have caused a lot more pain than I ever intended and I'm sorry."

Jacob didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to hear Edward taking the blame for his own stupid choices. He didn't want to hear the remorse that almost broke his heart to hear coming from Edward's mouth. Jacob pulled away from Edward slightly, glaring with intensity at him to ensure that he was taken seriously.

"Edward, it's not your fault. It never has been, and it never will be. Everything that has happened to me was caused by my own stupid choices and inability to break things gently to the people that matter the most to me. Even so, I wouldn't exchange anything for how things have turned out for you and me."

With those words, Jacob leaned forward and grazed his lips against Edward's in the ghost of a kiss. Edward immediately closed the space to instigate a passionate kiss to which Jacob responded eagerly. Their lips moved together, almost in synchronization as the passion increased and Jacob's hands found themselves in Edward's bronze hair as Edward tightened his grip on Jacob's waist. They kissed one another with everything they had until Jacob was forced to pull away, gasping for air. Even then, they gazed into each other's eyes as Jacob waited for his breathing to slow. As they leaned in again, however, they were interrupted.

"Hey guys! What are you doing?"

Both Edward and Jacob froze in pure disbelief, then Edward quickly pushed Jacob away for the sake of convention. They turned slowly and saw that their intruder was the last person either of them had ever expected to see again. Bella Swan. She stood a dozen feet away from them; bloody, dirt-streaked, and very much alive. She stood in innocent confusion as to why two known enemies would be meeting in the middle of the night for a quiet, peaceful discussion. Jacob and Edward exchanged uneasy looks at the sight of Bella. Wasn't she supposed to be dead right about now?

Me: The drama unfolds! How did Bella survive her accident? What will happen now? Will she find out about Edward and Jacob or remain oblivious? Will Jacob be reconciled with the werewolves/his father?

Shadow: Well why don't you type so they can know?

Me: Because I feel bad about making them wait so long so I'll just post this now and continue typing afterwards! Anywho- review plz! (Remember, the more reviews I get, the sooner I update)

Shadow: Oh so now you're bribing them?

Me: Maybe. . . Anywho- no flames!

Shadow: All flames will be given to me for our weekend bonfire!