Okay, I just realized, thanks to reviews and my re-reading of the previous chapter, that I never actually told you what the tattoo on Bella's shoulder-blade was of. It is a smaller version of the tattoo that each of the pack members have in the movie, no bigger than about an inch square. It's significance is that Bella belongs to the pack now, not just because she is an imprint, but because she has brought everyone together as a family, and will continue to do so – this philosophical statement will be explained as we move through the chapters.

Once again, sorry it took so long, but I decided to rework the chapter. The original did not fit very well with where I am taking this story.

BPOV

Even though he said it every day, when Paul told me that he thought I was beautiful, waves of love and embarrassment washed over me, tinting my cheeks pink. He slackened his grasp on my wrists, letting me remove them completely from his warm grasp. I dropped them to my side, spinning around as the hem of my dress flaring out and giving Paul a glimpse of the barely-there panties I wore beneath and beginning to untie the straps that made up the halter neck of my sundress.

I could hear his groan of arousal as the dress fell away from my body, showing him the bare planes of my back, now only covered in the panties which left little to the imagination – what else can you expect from a thong made entirely from lace? He picked me up and carried me off to his bedroom, tossing me to his bed before covering my body with his.

***

When Paul and I had calmed down from our furious – yes, I really am using that word. What we did was not gentle, it was full out, hardcore animal fucking – session, we lay in the bed lazily, wrapped around each other as we got our breathing under control.

I had found that with each heightened sensation that invoked my 'godly' light, it took more out of me. But I'm not complaining, because it made the sex so much better.

After a few minutes, we had calmed down, and I was ready to fall asleep. Just as I closed my eyes, a feeling of overwhelming panic and sadness washed over me, causing me to bolt upright with a heavy gasp. The emotions were swirling in my head, causing a migraine-like pain to come along and press against my skull. My hands flew to my forehead, the heels of my palm pressing against my temples as I tried to alleviate the pressure. Paul shot up behind me, wrapping his arms tight around me as I whimpered in pain. Black spots swam into the edges of my vision, causing my eyes to snap shut suddenly, and all I could see behind my lids was the image of Charlie crying as he sat hunched in what looked like... a hospital chair.

"Daddy!" I cried out, jumping up from the bed, forgetting the pain I was in, and hurrying to get dressed again. I could tell that as Paul ran around to get dressed himself, he was completely and utterly confused with what I was going on about, but I decided that I could explain it to him later. The only thing that was important at this moment was getting to the hospital to see what was going on with my father.

"Bella," Paul called out as I hurried from the house and towards his car – it was in much better shape than my truck.

"Paul, please, take me to the hospital. I have to see Charlie." By this point, tears were streaming down my cheeks both from my own emotional turmoil, and the pain being thrust upon me by this unsuspecting 'gift', though right now it felt much like a curse to me. He nodded as he locked up the small cottage, before sprinting to the car and setting of for Forks Hospital.

As soon as we had arrived, I was out of the car and running into the emergency room, frantically searching for Charlie.

"Hurt yourself again, Bella?" asked Dr. Gerandy as he entered the waiting room.

"Where's Charlie?" I sobbed, needing to find my father and put an end to all these emotions that were being transferred into me. I was not crying, it was all Charlie, but due to this fucking head trauma, I was wailing like a newborn.

"He's with Sue and the kids in ICU," replied the doctor, and I looked at him quizzically. "It's Harry Clearwater."

Relief dawned on my face, realizing that it wasn't my father who was hurt, but it was soon pushed aside for worry for Harry's wife and kids. Paul was in the ER by that point, so I took his hand and dragged him up to the ICU floor, where I saw not only my father crying, and Harry's grieving family, but Jacob, Billy, Embry, Quil and Nevaeh. All the pack were clutching onto each other, trying to keep it together while Billy was attempting to comfort Sue, seeing as Charlie was a lost cause. Paul hurried over to Jacob and Quil to try and get a better explanation from them as to what had occurred, while I slowly approached Charlie, the tears falling now ones caused by my own emotions, not the broadcasted ones of my father.

"Daddy?" I whispered, falling to my knees before him. He removed his head from his hands and looked at me with red, puffy eyes, and I could see the torment he was going through.

"He's dying Bella. I could have stopped it from happening, but he insisted on going out fishing this afternoon." I watched as a fresh tear fell from his eye, and I pulled him into my arms, in an attempt to comfort him.

"It's not your fault Dad," I whispered to him, stroking his back lightly, like he did when I first lost Edward. We all continued to comfort each other for what seemed like hours, but was only just one hour. In that time, Sam, Emily, Jared, Kim and Quil Sr. had joined us in the hallway. After that short space of time, a doctor emerged from Harry's room with a grim expression on his face. I shook my head, knowing what this meant as I fought back tears, knowing one of us had to be strong. Sue and her children also knew what this expression meant. Sue promptly burst into a fresh round of tears while Leah looked at the doctor, her face blank. Seth began to shake, and I knew this meant he was phasing, so I pushed Sam into the smaller boy, getting both of them to leave the hospital.

What shocked me the most was that not even a minute after Sam and Seth left, Leah began displaying the same symptoms, and, in my effort to try and calm her down by placing a hand on her shoulder, I found she was not only shaking, but burning up too.

"Jared, Paul, get her outside," I pleaded as I helped her out of her mother's arms and took her place. Sue buried her face into my shoulder as I watched my boyfriend and his pack mate escort Leah from the building, hopefully in enough time to stop her showing Forks what really lurked on the reservation. Soon Sue was asleep in my arms, exhausted from the crying. I looked to Charlie, to see that he had composed himself a little.

"Dad, do you think you can take Sue back to her place, and maybe stay with her tonight? I think the kids are going to stay with us at Paul's place," I asked, wanting Sue looked after as much as my Dad.

"Okay Bells," he replied, standing and stretching out his stiff muscles. I gently shook Sue awake, enough so that she could walk to the car, but not enough that her emotions and memories would seep back through. I watched them retreat down the hallway, leaving the pack, imprints and Billy. Well, what was left of the pack anyway.

"Everyone, follow me back to Paul's place. We need to be there when Seth and Leah return, and we need to talk."

~*~*~

When we arrived back at the house, I noticed just how untidy it was. The whole place was in shambled from our coupling earlier.

"Uhh, excuse the mess," I blushed as everyone followed me inside, gaping at the look of the place. I quickly whipped around the house, placing all clothes in the bedroom and straightening everything in the living room enough so it was presentable. I'll clean it properly tomorrow.

"How long do you think they'll be?" I asked Embry, and just as the question left my mouth, the door opened and in bounced Seth, followed by a laughing Sam. Paul and Jared were in through the door next, both dragging a very sullen looking Leah with them.

"Everything okay, baby?" Emily called, causing not only Leah to growl, but Seth too. I knew about Sam's past between Emily and Leah, and I guess the new wolf was still torn up about it. It would only be a –

"You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me," Leah screeched as her eyes remained on Jacob's face. "Not him, not now, not ever."

She fell to the floor as tears sprang to her eyes. We all looked on in confusion, but after seeing the glazed over look in Jacob's eyes, I deduced it to be the worst – he and Leah had double-imprinted.

"God help us," Quil muttered, everyone else agreeing with him - Seth, Sam and Emily included.

"So everything is okay?" I asked, not knowing about werewolf policies all that much.

"Yeah. No clue why Leah phased, but the Elders are working on it," Sam announced as he sat down with Emily. Paul came over to me and sat on the couch, pulling me into his lap, and Seth took my old spot, laying in a curled up ball, resting his head in my lap where I played with his shaggy hair.

"You guys need haircuts soon," I mentioned, taking in the fact that all of them had slightly long hair. "Leah, honey, you'll need to cut your hair too. It effects the wolf form."

I didn't like telling Leah she had to chop of her hair, because she had the most gorgeous raven locks that fell just short of her ass. But she would thank me for it later.

"I know Bella," she replied with a sigh, fingering the tips of her hair. "It was the one thing my dad loved about me, my hair."

Her voice was wavering with sobs, and I could feel Seth already sobbing into my lap. I stroked his hair as his fingers gripped Paul's thigh, something I didn't mind him doing. Slowly Leah gave into the tears, and she rested her head on Kim's shoulder. Kim was also crying, her sobs being silent as she watched the people around her suffering.

"How did you know?" Jacob suddenly spoke up, and the memories of the pain that I felt came back through tenfold, causing my forehead to crinkle in pain.

"Bella?" Paul asked, obviously feeling me stiffening on his lap.

"Hurts," was all I managed to get out as my hands moved from Seth's hair to my own, my fingers tangling in it as I anchored my head to my neck. This pain was so much worse than before. Maybe it was remembering the torn look on Charlie's face as he said he thought it was his fault, or the tears that ran down Sue's cheeks… or it could have been the worry and tension in the room at the moment, but all I knew is I was sobbing and gasping for air, pleading with whoever decided it would be fun to give me this… brain malfunction to make the pain stop.

The next thing my body registered was being laid down onto the couch and Paul's soft, warm lips upon my own cold ones. He slowly removed my hands from my hair as he kissed me harder, trying to get a response. Soon I gave into the passion he was giving me, and all my attention was thrown into kissing him back, and letting his love flow through me and erase the feelings of remorse and self-hatred.

"Thank you," I whispered as he pulled away. I turned to the pack - they had decided to be courteous and were talking amongst themselves while Paul calmed me down - and I noticed that Leah was now sitting next to Jake, their hands lightly brushing, and Quil and Seth were sitting side by side, their thighs touching and blushes on both their cheeks.

"What happened Bella?" Jacob asked again, and I drew in a deep breath as Paul began tracing circles on my arms and kissing my ink-adorned wrists. "Oh, and explain the tattoos too."

"The tattoos I got for Paul's birthday," I smiled. Everyone suddenly called out their wishes of a happy birthday, causing my boy to blush madly.

"As for knowing what was wrong? You know all that stuff I told you about my brain being extra sensitive to emotions?" They all nodded. "Well, I picked up that something was wrong with Charlie – don't ask me how, cause I have no clue – so naturally I hurried over to the hospital, where I was met with the scene before me. Charlie filled me in on what happened, and he's blaming it on himself."

"He shouldn't," both Seth and Leah said at once.

"Dad's had a bad heart for ages," Seth explained.

"It's his own fault for not taking better care of himself," Leah added. We spent the rest of the night telling stories of Harry and talking about Pack life. We all finally crashed around 3am, and the tiny cottage was soon filled with varying pitches of snores.