A/N: I admit it, I'm not great at updating often. As a disclaimer, Twilight is not mine, no matter how much I may wish.... Enjoy the chapter!

E-POV

"What do you mean, she has no future?!" I demanded furiously.

"Edward!" Jasper said harshly. "We're in public!" He sent waves of tranquility at me.

"I don't know! It's not that I just can't see her, I can't see anything! Alice told us. We all fastened our seat belts, like good passengers, as the flight attendants walked down the aisles, checking to make sure that everyone was buckled in.

"Excuse me, sir," a male flight attendant leaned over me to check Alice and Jasper. As he turned away, he stirred the air around us. We stiffened in unison.

"What is a werewolf doing on our flight?" Jasper thought.

"Must be a Quileute. There is no other pack close by. But why? Why would he be on our flight?" questioned Alice. "Can you hear anyone, Edward?" I listened to the thoughts pouring through my head, trying to sort through the "voices" to find one belonging to a werewolf.

I hope Linda has those delicious steaks ready when I get home…

Can I sneak out this porn magazine and not have Mom see it? I'm really…

I wish I'd brought my pack with me. I automatically zeroed in on this person's thoughts, thinking that the word "pack" referred to a wolf pack. I changed my mind when his thoughts continued. How am I going to go for another eight hours with out a cigarette until I can get out of the airport and buy more? Damn words and their double meanings. I kept searching.

You only slept with her once, on vacation! That doesn't count as an affair. Samantha will never...

Dammit! Vampires! I can't tear them to shreds on an airplane! We're already in the air, so I can't even get out of here!

"Found the dog," I whispered quickly to my siblings.

"Does he know we're here?" asked Jasper quickly, scanning the seats around us for danger.

"Oh yeah," I stated abruptly, trying to listen for more of the animal's thoughts.

"Which one is it?" Alice asked.

"I don't know!" I responded, frustrated.

Maybe Billy was right. Perhaps I did make a rash decision to leave so abruptly to try and find Bella. Stupid, stupid, Jacob. What am I supposed to do about the leeches?

"Do you think that is why my visions are blocked? Because dogs are too unpredictable? I wish I knew why she is in danger," Alice murmured.

"I think his name is probably Jacob. It sounded as though he was calling himself that name," I told them.

"Jacob…Jacob…Black? The boy with direct lineage to Ephraim Black, the old wolf that Carlisle made the treaty with?" Jasper asked. Although he had not been present at the time of the treaty's conception, he had heard the story many times.

"I believe so. He's also thinking about Bella, as if he knows her. He, too, is going after her to try and find her."

"But he doesn't know that she has changed," Alice pointed out. "Let me talk to him."

"No!" Jasper nearly shouted, startling people in the seats nearest to us. Her eyes snapped to his, questioning. "He's volatile, Alice. I can't let him harm you!"

"Someone needs to talk to him in order to prevent any hostile confrontations between us in public. I'm the least threatening of the three of us, so let me go. I can take care of myself, and it's not like he could do anything on the plane, anyway," she insisted as she scooted out past me and into the aisle.

"Alice," Jasper hissed, but she was already gone.

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A-POV

It wasn't hard to find Jacob Black. He stunk. Horribly. He was sitting in the back of the business class section behind us; I had bought first class seats. Luckily, he was sitting by the window with no one beside him. As I approached him, his head jerked up and he glowered at me, growling too low for a human to hear.

"Jacob?" I asked softly, cautiously walking up to his row of seats.

"Yes?" he asked curtly.

"I'm Alice. Alice Cullen. Do you mind if I join you?"

"What do you want?" he hissed angrily.

"We need to talk," I responded. "I'm part of Carlisle's family. You're a Quileute, correct?"

He nodded abruptly and then reluctantly said, "You can sit." I nodded in thanks and sat down in the seat beside him.

"Jacob, we're both on this flight for a reason. For the same reason." His angry expression quickly turned into confusion.

"How can you possibly know why I'm here?" he asked.

"It's obvious that you know what I am, and what my two siblings are." He acknowledged this as true with a sharp nod. "What you may not know is…some of us have gifts."

"Gifts?" he questioned. I was hesitant to reveal more of our secrets, but the situation called for an explanation, especially if I needed to gain his trust.

"Yes. Carlisle has a theory that our strongest qualities are enhanced once we are turned. For example, my sister's tenacity became stronger in her new life," I explained, using one of the least strange gifts as an example.

"Okay. So your sister is stubborn. What's that got to do with how you know I'm here?" he asked.

"She's not the only gifted one. This may sound strange to you, but…my brother, Edward, can read minds," I said hesitantly.

"Read minds," he chuckled darkly. "Sure, sure."

"Would you like proof?"

"Yeah, sure."

Edward, I'm going to need your assistance, I called in my mind to my brother.

"Hello, Jacob," Edward's cool voice said from behind me. "You're wondering if my sister Alice is insane. You are also thinking about how unlucky you are to have ended up on a plane with three 'filthy insane bloodsuckers', as you call us. You worry about Billy, and leaving him home alone. This is all freaking you out. Now, do you still have any doubts about my abilities?" After Edward's performance, Jacob's expression changed from scorn and disbelief to consternation.

"You-you're serious, aren't you. Because—yeah—that was what I was thinking," Jacob whispered.

"Yes, I am. And no, I'm not the only one," Edward responded to a mental question of Jacob's.

"Well shit!" was all he said aloud, but I could tell that his tirade continued internally by Edward's slightly amused expression. He calmed down after a few minutes, and then continued our previous conversation.

"You said that we're both on this flight for the same reason. What could you possibly have to do with Bella?" Any hint of amusement that had been on Edward's face vanished instantly.

"Leave now, Edward. Go back to your seat," I thought. I didn't want Edward to be around when I told Jacob. The wolf would most likely get angry, and Edward being present would only provoke him. My brother sighed and went back to his seat.

"How well do you know Isabella Swan?" I asked cautiously.

"Why do you want to know?" he questioned guardedly.

I sighed exasperatedly, then decided to just stop the evasiveness and get to the truth. "Edward was on Isabella's plane, the one that crashed."

"So?"

"There was no way to save her frail human body. Edward couldn't save her life." I didn't want to incriminate Edward. Maybe if I made him sound like a saint, who was trying to save Bella, not kill her, Jacob would be more forgiving.

"So she's dead, then," Jacob said in a depressed tone.

"No, I didn't say that. What I'm saying is, she's not dead, but she's not quite human anymore, either."

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