Wowza, the response I got for last chapter was incredible, to me at least. FIVE more reviews, some alerts, and a bunch of hits, I was pleasantly surprised, so thank you to everyone who read and reviewed. So as a treat, I'm updating today, Wednesday. I had planned this for Saturday, but decided you guys are for sure worth it.

I have to say that this chapter is probably my favorite, so hope you enjoy!

Let's see what else? Jacob will be showing up a lot starting this chapter, I mean New Moon is practically here so you know he's going to be around a lot, and guess what? There will be a POV that actually isn't Jessie's for once.

Just a random note, I hate when people won't update until they get a specific amount of reviews. Some people want like ten reviews or more per chapter, and their stories aren't even that good, and the chapter is only like 2k long, and then on top of that it takes them like three weeks to update. Here I am going like 6k plus a chapter, and I'm totally spazzing out with five reviews.

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Jessie POV

I wiped my eyes as I felt the five sets of eyes in the room on me, "So," I said sniffling and looking up at Charlie, "Let's start."

"Right," he said, wanting to be careful with me, "I have to ask you first where you were this evening."

I inwardly scowled at even the possibility that I was a suspect, but knew that it was just standard procedure, "I was in Forks," I said, not giving away my exact location, "I saw Bella right up until the point I headed home. Feel free to ask her yourself, I was in Forks for the day." I said, my voice only breaking once.

"Alright," Charlie said, seeming to believe me, "Do you know of anyone that might have anything against your parents? There were signs of forced entry."

"No," I said lying. I knew I just couldn't come out and say that a vampire had killed my family, Sue and Harry would be the only ones who would have believed me, "No, I know no one like that."

"Do you know anyone who might have something against yourself then?" Charlie asked, looking at me with inquisitive eyes, trying to decode me.

"No," I said lying again, as if I had no idea that vampires existed, "And if they did, they never made it known."

"I see," Charlie said, "So you have no idea who could have done this?"

"No," I said lying a final time, "I don't know anyone who had something against my parents and could be so vicious in an attack like that."

"Thank you," Charlie said standing, "The Crime Scene Investigation Team has already collected any and all evidence they could find in your kitchen, so feel free to move around in it."

"Good night Officer Swan," I said as Leah embraced me.

"We'll keep in touch," he said, before exiting.

I finally returned Leah's embrace and started to cry into her shoulder, "What am I going to do?" I sobbed.

I could feel Seth hop onto the grand armchair with his sister and me, and hugged the side of my body. "I can't run that store," I said, thinking about my dad's work.

"Don't worry about that son," Harry said, "I'll take care of it for the time being."

"Would you like me to make you anything for you dear?" Sue asked, wiping her own eyes and putting a hand of my shoulder.

"No," I said for the fourth time in the past few minutes, "I just really want to go to bed."

"Of course," Sue said, "Would you like someone to stay with you tonight?"

"That's alright," I said as more tears fell onto to Leah's shoulder, further dampening it, "I just really want to be alone right now."

"Are you sure?" Leah asked me, pulling away and looking me in the eyes, "I mean the guy could still be out there, are you sure you want to be alone?"

"Yah," I said, "I'll be fine, I promise."

"Okay," Leah said hugging me again and walking away with Sue.

"Be alright for me, okay squirt?" I said, squeezing Seth.

"Alright," he said hugging me and then walking away with his father.

Harry gave me a sad and sympathetic look before he closed the front door behind him. I sat there in the dark as I heard the car engine start and the Clearwaters slowly drive away back to their home. I wrapped my arms around myself as the dark night seemed to approach me and want to consume me.

I sat there for a while longer, just sitting and thinking about how life would be now. I didn't know how I would handle affairs that my parents had taken care of. Bills, my dad's store, and other things popped into my head, adding more grief and stress to my current situation.

I wasn't scared of the vampire out there somewhere, just absolutely furious. I wanted to find the bastard and tear him limb from limb, make them regret the minute they were turned into one. I would enjoy causing them so much pain, so I would have them begging for the sweet release of death.

I got up from the armchair, knowing that its primary use was for sitting and not to be used as a sponge. I grabbed a tissue, wiped my eyes yet again and headed upstairs. I passed by my parent's door, my fingers tracing over the cool metallic handle, but I couldn't bring myself to go in there, not yet.

I walked a few more steps, and headed into my room. I inhaled deeply, thankful that my room didn't reek of vampire. I walked slowly over to my bed, willing myself along and not to break down before I got to my bed. I slumped down and buried my face into my pillow and just let it all out.

I cried, and I cried hard. I wailed at the top of my lungs, sure that my cries could be heard throughout La Push, and possibly into Forks. My mind raced with memories of my parents, bringing forth a hailstorm of tears as they splashed down onto my pillow. I tired myself out after a good amount of time and curled myself into a ball.

I wanted to fall asleep, forget about all my pains for a few hours of undisturbed sleep, but my cold and empty heart wouldn't allow it. I lied in my bed for an hour, unable to calm myself, or stop the occasional shakes and trembles that would wrack through my body. I gripped my arms until they turned white, still unable to find any form of help.

My head eventually picked up on some sort of presence coming towards me, and for some unknown reason it was enough. It was enough to give my heart the small spark, it was kindling to start a fire, and it was enough warmth to help me finally fall asleep.


I opened my eyes to be greeted by a sun filled room. I stood and stretched, feeling oddly content. I looked around back and forth, finding nothing out of place in my room. I opened my door and walked downstairs.

I found the fact that I heard no birds chirping, no sounds from the wind, nothing at all, strange. No sounds of nature could be heard as I reached the bottom step. I looked around and found nothing odd, and when I smelled the air I didn't pick up anything, it was like I had my human nose again. I couldn't smell the aroma of the flowers outside, or the potent smell of the surrounding forests.

I gulped as I walked into my kitchen, and paused in the doorway. It was perfectly clean, not a single broken chair, no table legs missing, and the floors not doused in blood. I looked around and ran my hand along the counter tops, not believing it.

I was alerted by the sudden slamming of the back door and my head whipped to it, finding it closed. I walked towards it and shakily reached a hand out. I turned the knob slowly before I hastily threw the door open. My breathing hitched as I found no one there, but a path of blood leading into the forest.

I gathered up my courage and started to follow it into the forest, leaving my house behind. I walked along the path of blood, letting it lead me to my destination. I was led deeper and deeper in, the brush becoming thicker with every few feet. I pulled a branch to the side and stopped, there on the dirty ground were my parents. Just as dead and cold as they had been in my kitchen.

A hiss from behind me alerted me to someone else's presence and I turned in time to see a blur come at me, aiming for my chest.


I rose from my bed with a cry, my eyes wide with fear, and a cold sweat dripping down my forehead. I placed a hand on my chest as I fell down onto my bed, my breathing harsh and erratic. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breathes to try and calm myself down.

I heard my door open and I turned my head to see Seth in the doorway, hesitant to come in. "Um….are you okay Jessie?"

"I could say that I'm fine Seth," I began, "But I'm not. I personally don't think I'm going to be okay for a long time."

"Oh….I'm sorry," Seth said, his head hanging down.

"Come here kiddo," I said, patting my bed.

I watched Seth scurry over to my bed and take a seat. "So what are you doing here so early?" I asked.

"Mom brought Leah and me over here to check up on you," Seth said.

I smiled at Seth, his innocence making my heart flutter at my little brother, "What about Harry?"

"He went into Forks, said he had to take care of your dad's store," Seth said looking at me for the first time.

"Oh yah," I said, looking down with a sad smile, "What do you want to do today?"

"Um….well…." Seth stumbled, not really knowing what to say to me.

"How about we just watch TV all day? We could get some blankets and just camp out in the living, it could be fun." I said.

"Are you sure," Seth said, seemingly looking and judging me to see if I was alright in the head, "I mean are you okay?"

"I thought we went over that Seth," I said, ruffling his hair slowly.

"Right…..sorry," Seth said.

"Let's go," I said, picking the soon to be high school student up and throwing him over my shoulder. I had to be strong for him and the others as well. I was always known to be calm and collected, never letting my emotions get the best of me, so if I could show them that I was fine on the outside maybe they would believe that I actually was. I don't think they could understand what exactly I was going through, only three other people could, and they weren't around right now.

I threw Seth down onto the couch, "Find something good," I said before walking away. I paused and tensed in front of the kitchen door, but swallowed my fear and went inside. The sweet smell of pancakes began to dispel some of the bad associated with the room.

"Smells good," I said, looking at Leah and Sue, who were making pancakes.

"Jess!" Leah cried, racing to me and hugging me.

"Leah, why don't you take Jess into the living room while I finish up breakfast." Sue said quickly, hoping to get me away from the kitchen.

"Sure," Leah said, setting down her spatula, grasping my hand, and pulling me out and into the living room.

"What did you find?" I asked Seth as I sat down next to him.

"This alright?" he asked, gesturing to the TV screen.

"Its fine," I said, grabbing my mom's favorite blanket, and settling in.

A few minutes later Sue served us the warm cakes and sat down with us. I enjoyed the taste, remembering my moms cooking and felt a small smile grace my face as I twirled the fork in my mouth.

We sat in the silence and watched the antics of the cartoon cat and mouse, before a knock at the door was heard. Sue excused herself and got up to open the door; I craned my neck to see who it was and found the worried faces of Paul and Jared.

Jared brushed past Sue and into the living room, "JESS!" he screamed before diving at me and pulling me against his chest.

"Hey Jared," I said, feeling myself becoming overwhelmed with emotion yet again.

"I'm so sorry," he said, resting his head atop mine, "I'm so, so sorry."

"It's not your fault," I said, closing my eyes and letting more tears slip down my face. Jared broke the hug and I opened my eyes to see Paul.

I didn't know what to do, but thankfully Paul acted for us. He walked forward and embraced me in a long hug, running a hand through my hair, trying to comfort me. I knew this was big, seeing as Paul wasn't the type of person to display his emotions or acts of affection.

"So," I said once Paul and I stopped hugging, "What have you two been up to?"

Jared puffed out a laugh, "You ask us that?"

"We'll leave you boys alone for a while," Sue said, "Let's go kids."

"But why?" Leah asked.

"Leah dear, please" Sue said.

Leah and Seth looked at me, "We'll talk later, I promise." I said.

They nodded sadly at me, before they left with Sue. Jared and Paul sat down on the couch and I sat with them, resting my head on Jared's leg, and I felt slightly relieved, finally able to open up and talk about what happened.

"It was horrible," I said, "Seeing them like that."

Jared ran a hand through my hair, soothing me, "What happened?"

"It was horrifying," I began, and I felt Paul draw closer, "I was in Forks when I first got a feeling, and the more I waited the worse it got."

"Continue." Paul told me as he grasped and held one of my hands.

"When I got home the smell was undeniable, it was vampire," I said, "I found them, cold, hollow, and dead."

Paul and Jared grew silent as I told them what it was like, "I never wanted this," I said, "To be a werewolf, to have to commit to this lifestyle."

"I know," Jared said, "None of us did," he said, finishing with a frown.

"You shouldn't do that; you don't look good when you frown." I said.

"Are you saying that I look good?" Jared asked with a coy grin.

"It's unbelievable that you can joke even at a time like this," Paul said.

I smiled at the two of them, "Thanks for being here guys," I said.

"Why wouldn't we be, you're our brother after all," Paul said.

It was then that I finally felt the bond of being in a pack, and knew I would always do anything to protect these boys, just like they would do for me. I began to cry, "Thanks anyway," I said.

We spent a good time on the couch; just sitting there in a sense of comfort, until eventually I dozed off.


When I awoke I smelled something coming from the kitchen. I glanced around to find Jared and Paul missing, but paid it no mind as I stood. I walked into the kitchen, my heart cracking a bit every time I did, to find Jared trying his hand at cooking.

"Hey," I said, causing Jared to jump up.

"Jess," he stuttered and paused looking at me, "Hungry?"

I looked at what I thought was ground beef in a pan, "Sure, I'll be in the living room." I said before quickly departing from the kitchen.

Jared brought in the food sometime later as I watched the news. I absent mindedly munched on my tortillas filled with meat and cheese as I listened to the weather report. I prayed that nothing about my parents came up, but assumed that since it was big news it came up somewhere near the beginning of the broadcast. "So where's Paul?" I asked

"Sam called us," Jared said between bites, "Wanted one of us for patrol."

"Is he patrolling with him?" I asked.

"I don't think so," Jared said.

I grinded the food in my mouth with fury, "He should be patrolling for life," I said, swallowing.

"Why?" Jared asked.

"Didn't he tell you?" I asked.

"Tell me what?" Jared said, before taking a drink.

"He was supposed to be patrolling last night, he's part of the reason my parents are dead." I coldly said.

I watched with a bit of sadistic glee as Jared's eyes widened and he practically choked on his meal, tiny bits of meat flying from his mouth as he coughed, "What!?!" he asked, trying to regain his breath.

"Yes, our dear little alpha flaked on his duties, probably spent the night cozying up with his wench." I said bitterly.

"Oh….wow," Jared said.

"So if you ever want to get off of patrolling then just hold that over his head." I said, "He'll probably pick up the pieces and do the patrol himself, because unlike me, he still has something to lose."

"Jess, don't you think that's a little harsh?" Jared asked, setting his plate down.

"Don't you think coming home to find your parents murdered when they were fine that same exact morning is just a little bit harsh?" I asked, daring him to answer.

"I think I'm going to go home." Jared said taking our plates in.

"Why don't you stop by Sam's place, see if he's patrolling?" I asked.

"Good night Jessie," Jared said, ignoring my question.

"Good night Jared," I said closing the door after him.


I had another nightmare that night, similar to the first one. I was in my house again, walked around, found another trail of blood, and ended up about to be killed before I woke up. I woke up feeling like hell, but was able to cover it when Seth and Leah came over for the day.

They left later on, and I was once again left alone for the night, currently thinking about the funeral that had been arranged by Sue and Harry. I don't know how, but I would make it up to them one day for all the kindness that I had received from them. The funeral was going to be tomorrow, and I had already picked out a black suit that I would be wearing, then the reception that would take place here, before I would be alone.

I had gone to bed after that, and during the course of the nightmare, it suddenly stopped. A warm feeling spread through me and I felt at peace, not scared of what I thought was about to happen. I slid my eyes open to see Sam sitting in a chair, holding my hand.

I quickly yanked my hand away from his and turned my back to him as I sat up in my bed. "What are you doing here?" I asked coldly.

"I came to see you," he stated.

"Why?" I asked.

"I don't know Jess," Sam began, "I just did. I finished patrolling and decided I should come and see you."

"So you came to see me because you felt like you had to and that you should, but not because you wanted to?" I asked, with a twinge of sadness in my voice.

"No Jess, I really did want to see you," Sam said putting a hand on my shoulder.

I shrugged it off easily enough, "When did we stop being friends?" I asked.

Sam's breathing hitched and I knew that this talk was about to get even more serious. "What are you talking about?" Sam asked turning me to him.

"I think it was when you imprinted on Emily," I said, "Everything changed after that. We didn't hang out as often and you took our friendship for granted."

"That's not true," Sam said.

"Isn't it? I picked up the majority of the workload, you dumping things on me." I said, "Didn't you once notice how unhappy I was."

"I….I just thought you were tired," Sam said.

"Bullshit," I said, "There's no way you could be that oblivious. I'm your best friend, you would know that there was something wrong, we've always known since we were little kids."

"I'm going to go," Sam said.

"Why do you always run?" I asked frustrated, "I don't hate you Sam, if that's what you think."

Sam stopped mid step and turned back to me, "What?"

"It's true," I said, "I may partly blame you for what happened, and I might never completely forgive you, but damn it Sam you're my best friend, and you're one of the few people left that I actually care about."

I could see the water in Sam's eyes and knew that I had touched something inside of him, "Emily is expecting me." Sam said.

"Then go," I said, looking down defeated, "I'll see you tomorrow."

I watched him walk out of my room and I rested my head back down on my pillow. I had come close to telling Sam that I loved him, but caught myself and had said best friend. I guess I fell asleep at some point because I was soon in another nightmare.


Sam POV

I waited in the hallway for Jessie to fall asleep before I went back inside to see him. He was squirming again, and I knew that he was probably having another nightmare.

I was tempted to reach out to him, but decided against it. It would be better if he didn't know that I helped him out of those, and it would be better if he hated me. I had feelings for my beta, but knew it would never work. I was still drawn to Emily more so then him and he still had an imprint out there, once he found him then he'd be happy.

On the topic of my feelings, yes they were there, I realized them not to long ago, but knew I couldn't allow them to live, so I figured the easiest thing to do would have him grow to hate me. So I gave him the work, while I let myself and the others go free.

I ditched patrols and spent more time with Emily hopefully to grow closer to her and at the same time push him away. I loved him, almost as much as I loved Emily, but like I said, it would never work. I had thought my plan was going fine until last night. I had ditched out on the patrol for a night home with Emily watching a movie, and when I stepped outside afterward I knew I had fucked up.

The smell of vampire drew me all the way to Jessie's home, and when I saw him on the porch, absolutely defeated I knew that it was to far gone to try and take it back. I had destroyed him in a matter of a night, and I thought I lost my best friend as well, but now telling me that he still cared about me, how could he? After what happened? If anything I think I love him even more now, but like I said, it could never work.

I frowned before walking downstairs and out the front door. I started the walk home so I could get a good rest for the funeral tomorrow.


Jessie POV

When I awoke I was actually thankful that it was pouring buckets outside, "June Gloom for you," I said sitting up. I had another rough night after Sam left, my nightmares continuing to haunt me as well as depriving me from much needed sleep.

I got up and ate, showered, and dressed before I went to the hallway closet. I opened the door to find a bunch of old coats, I smiled sadly as I felt the fabric of my dad's favorite coat between my fingers. I released the coat when I spotted what I was looking for, a nice fairly sized, black umbrella.

I pulled the umbrella out, before heading to my car to drive up to the funeral home.

Upon arriving I could tell that it was probably going to be pretty crowded, and that angered me. What right did these people have to show up here? I know for a fact that not all of them knew my parents on a personal level and showed up because they felt like they had to or because we lived on the reservation with them.

I clasped the umbrella tightly before getting out of my car and opening it, spreading my black cover over my head. I lowered it so my eyes weren't visible to anyone, and proceeded to walk towards the door, my shoes making squelching sounds as I took one step after another over the pavement.

I pulled open the door and stepped into the gold and caramel colored hallway, the warm air enveloping me as I closed my umbrella. People stopped in their tracks, taking a second to look over me. I think a few of them almost expected me to stop and start crying right then and there. I scowled slightly at some of them before walking into the main room, where twin caskets were set at the front of the room.

I glanced around observing everyone in the room. Jared and Paul with their parents, so congratulations, better hang onto them. Sam was standing with a weeping Emily, "Dear god, get a fucking grip," I thought, "It's not like it was anyone you knew."

I walked forward to the flowers after I saw a few people from my dad's store try and come towards me. I hoped that they would get the message and stay away; I wasn't in the mood for their fake sympathy they had for me, or concern over their jobs.

I was drawn to a bouquet of white roses for some reason. Nothing was off about it, they smelled like regular roses would, but the tag had a certain allure. I flipped it over and read it.

Grieving for your loss

Always welcome at our home

-The Cullens

I saw red for a split second as I yanked the tag off, crumpling it in my hand. Damn vampires, they're all the same, killing innocent things just so they can continue to live, why should we have to deal with your soul being damned, not our goddamn problem.

I whirled around and saw Jacob Black sitting in the back with his friends Embry Call and Quil Ataera. I decided that it was time that I set something into motion, something that would hurt the Cullens like how their kind hurt me.

As I drew closer they turned their gazes towards me and immediately averted their eyes, afraid of making eye contact. "Embry? Quil? Mind if I have a talk with Jacob for a second?" I asked, knowing full well they wouldn't and couldn't refuse.

"Yah, sure," Embry said, getting up and leading Quil away.

I took a seat next to Jacob and looked him in the eyes, "How are you Jacob?"

"I…well," Jacob began, not knowing how to respond to such a plain question in this setting.

"I'm not doing too well as you can imagine," I said, "No parents, no boyfriend, and no life off of this reservation."

"I'm so sorry," Jacob said.

"It's not like it's your fault," I said, "And don't say your so sorry, the so makes it seem fake."

"How do you deal?" Jacob asked, stunning me.

I thought about it for a second before answering, "I don't," I said simply, "I don't deal because I'm already dead. There's no love in my life and I'm living day to day, not knowing what my next move will be."

Jacob lowered his head, "I remember losing my mom, and how hard it was. I don't think I've completely let go. I couldn't imagine losing my dad too."

"Then don't," I said, "Do everything you can to protect him, do everything you can to protect everyone you love."

Jacob nodded his head, "Tell me Jake," I began, "You like someone right."

"I might," Jacob said, "But it would never work."

"She's seeing someone, isn't she." I stated

"Yes," Jacob said.

"Don't give up on Bella." I said.

Jacob's eyes widened, "How did you know?"

"I have my ways, but Jake," I said looking him dead in the eye and clutching his arm, "Don't let Bella go, fight for her, don't let the other guy win."

"It's too late, they're already involved." Jacob said.

"You never know what might happen," I said getting up and starting to walk away, "If the time ever comes, take a chance."


The service was completely and utterly useless. I stayed in my chair listening to some priest talk about the divine plan, and how things happen for a reason. I bit my tongue to prevent from standing up in protest as he talked about my parents, like the old fool actually knew them, who they were as people.

Afterwards we drove out to the cemetery and I marched to the final resting place of my parents. Everyone stood huddled together under umbrellas as the priest read one final passage and flowers were placed onto the caskets, the rain drops pelting off the top of the surface, sliding down the sides and to the ground below.

I stepped forward and slid my hands across the caskets, "Goodbye," I said lowly enough so only I would hear it, "We'll meet again." I said, before turning on my heel and walking to my car. I couldn't bring myself to watch them lowered into the ground and see them covered up, never to see the sunshine again, besides, I had to get home and get ready for the reception at what was now my house.

The crowd thankfully lessened when people started to arrive. I stood in my doorway as I thanked them for coming and Sue helped me serve some food as people enjoyed each other's company and thought about how my parents impacted their lives.

I didn't give a damn about the majority of these people as they sat on my parent's couches, touched their blankets, and sullied their memory a tad bit for me. I practically screamed in relief when the last unknown walked out the door.

I turned back to see just Sam, Emily, and Sue, everyone else who actually mattered to me leaving a while ago. Sue walked forward and hugged me, "We'll always be here if you need us," she said before kissing my cheek and leaving.

I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table, ready to spend sometime in here and think when I heard Sam and Emily start talking, "Do you have to?" I heard Emily ask.

"Yes, he's my best friend, he needs me." Sam said.

"Can I at least stay with you for the night?" Emily asked.

"Babe, I just want some time with him, you know friend time?" Sam asked.

At this point I had my fill and went upstairs, quickly slipping past them. I reached the top step and halted; my parent's door still shut after all this time. I decided I was ready; I kicked off my shoes, turned the knob and stepped in.

The smell of my parents hit my nose, and I inhaled it reliving countless days spent with them. I opened my eyes to observe their room, not a thing out of place, except for an album that was resting on my mom's nightstand.

I walked over and pulled the massive book off of the stand and sat it down onto the bed with me. I opened it and discovered it was a photo album. A light smile made its way onto my face, and I began to flip through the pages.

There were pictures of my parents, who were considerably younger, holding me as a baby, looking the happiest I had ever seen them. I got to my sixth birthday when I felt someone sit down on the bed next to me. "What are you looking at?" Sam asked.

I thought of everything I could have said, but the fact was Sam was here, here for me and only me, so I let him in, "I found an old photo album."

Sam seemed to be delighted I hadn't shunned him and sat behind me, pulling me into his lap and wrapping his arms around me. I didn't think anything sexual of it, just my best friend being here and comforting me, "What picture were you looking at?"

"My sixth birthday, you and your mom were there." I said.

"Yah, I remember we got you the blue power ranger," Sam said.

"I never liked the red one, always bossing people around, always getting to be the one to save the day." I said.

"Would you let me save you?" asked Sam.

"Of course…Alpha," I said.

"Thanks…..Beta," Sam said.

We stayed like that for a while, and eventually Sam cooked us some dinner. I made a spot on the couch for him, and then I headed to bed, where I knew my nightmares would be waiting.


Sam POV

It was around one in the morning and I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned but I couldn't will myself to fall asleep, something just wouldn't settle in my mind. I sat up from my spot on the couch and headed for the stairs, quickly, but quietly making my way up.

I walked down the hallway towards Jessie's room, the soft carpet between my toes as I took each step. I lightly pressed his door open to observe his form on his bed. I frowned as I saw his brow knit in what I imagined was pain or fear. I walked to his bed and heard him whimper slightly, the sound tugging at my heart.

I reached my hand out and grazed my hand across his arm, his skin feeling unusually cold. I did notice however that his trembling seized momentarily, and knew that I could perhaps offer him some comfort, "Jess, Jess wake up," I said, softly shaking him.

He awoke startled and I got him to focus on me, "Sam?" he asked sleepily, "Is something wrong?"

"Yah, you're not getting a good sleep," I said.

"I am," Jessie said.

"No you're not, now scoot over," I said, pulling back the covers.

"What? What are you doing Sam?" Jessie asked quickly.

"Helping you sleep," I said.

"Sam, I don't think," Jessie began, but gasped, ending his protest when I slid into his bed next to him.

"Just try to relax," I said wrapping my arms around his waist and drawing him into me.

"Sam," Jessie said weakly, his fatigue already setting back in.

"Sleep, for me," I said, nuzzling his neck with my nose.

Jessie grew more comfortable, fitting better into my arms as he fell back asleep, apparently my presence and warmth working to help him into a deep and peaceful sleep. I had time to reflect, noticing how perfectly he fit into my arms, and how my own heart swelled when I felt his own heart beat.

I burrowed my nose into his hair, hugging his waist as I too was finally able to fall asleep.


AWWW CUTE! I loved this chapter and I'm sure you can see why.

I'm sorry, but next chapter will obviously be the start of New Moon, I mean that's where we are now so I have nothing else to add.

Hoped you liked the angst and fluff in the chapter. Possible Sam and Jess pairing? I don't know, maybe.

You'll just have to wait and see.

Until next time!

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