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Jacob's POV

Waking up this morning to find Nessie looking in my eyes brought me more joy then I could ever possibly explain. When Kalan returned with the medical supplies, last night, I made sure to wrap her leg up nice and secure. I'm positive that it won't become infected but just incase I think it is probably best if Carlisle takes a look at it. I was surprised when Nessie didn't put up a fight when I mentioned returning to Forks. Apparently she was already heading back so that her new friend can learn more about who he is.

To keep things simple I decided it would be best if I slept on the floor next to Nessie's bed. Although it didn't help much because every time she moved I'd snap up and check to make sure she was still there. I spent most of the night standing over watch rather then sleeping. I might have gotten more rest if I'd of just laid down next to her like she had suggested. However once stillness finally became of Nessie I was able to close my eyes and get a few hours in.

"What are you staring at?" I smirk up at Nessie as she stares down at me.

"You—I didn't know that the 'no furniture, rule applied to wolves," she replied letting her arm fall down from the bed, her hand resting against my chest.

"Only the bad ones," I smile at her cute comment and rest my hand over her's.

"Are you a bad puppy?" Nessie teases and shifts her body half off the bed, I reach up, grabbing a hold of her waist and gently lower her down onto the floor, on top of me. We stay still like this for a little while but just long enough for me to completely forget what we were talking about. I softly kiss her cheek, examining the damage. It looks like Freddy didn't leave too much of a mark, the slight bruising was already beginning to fade. I'm glad.

"How is your leg?" I ask, maneuvering our bodies in such away so that we are facing each other, lying on our sides. I look down, between us, to her leg.

"A little swore, but nothing to worry about—stop that!" she wrinkles her nose all up as I try to peek under the bandages. She abruptly straightens her knee on me so I can't examine the damage.

She's even cuter when she's annoyed. I chuckle a little at her and lean in close about to press my lips against her's when we're interrupted by a sharp knocking.

"Go away, Chuck—we're busy!" Nessie grunts stubbornly.

"You said you wanted to get on the road early," he mutters from the other side. We're heading back to Forks first thing. Seemed like a good plan at the time.

"Should have put a sock on the door," Nessie mutters and sits up. I chuckle once at her bluntness and get up off the floor with her. I'm still surprised by her height, it was only a week ago that she was this tiny little thing—mocking the world and rolling her eyes. Now she's this long beauty—mocking the world and rolling her eyes. I guess some things never change.

I leave her to get dressed and help Kalan put a few things in his car. Kalan sits up front, driving, while Nessie and I take the back seat. It's not long before we're on the road and I fill Nessie in on everything that's been going on in her short absence.

"I can't believe that you're taking Sam's side on this! Did I not tell it right?! It's practically rape!" I exclaim, Nessie is being so unreasonable.

"Oh please. You said it yourself; you don't know any wolf who can outrun Leah. If she wanted to, she could have so gotten out of there before wolf-boy had a chance jumped her skinny behind!" Nessie rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, I cannot believe my ears.

"So you're saying that she was asking for it?" I shoot back at her, expecting her to see the light.

"No… all I'm saying is that whatever this heat thing is, that took her over, it was something that she wanted at the time; something that they both wanted." Nessie says with such a casual tone that it scares me.

"Then why was she crying about it?"

"Ha! It's not the first time someone got all doped up on chemicals and woke up the next morning with regrets," she replies without skipping a beat.

"She was the one in heat—what's his excuse?"

"Pheromones? Maybe they were both high. I bet you anything that he regrets it just as much as she does, if not more."

"You think that he regrets it more?" I glare in her direction.

"Of course he does! Do you really think that Sam would willingly cheat on Emily? The answer to that is a big no! Would Leah go behind her cousin's back to sleep with the man that had been ripped away from her by her own flesh a blood?"

"Look, Nessie, I know what Leah looks like to all of you from the outside but you are forgetting one small thing. I am inside of her mind. She wouldn't do something like that! Maybe Sam didn't want to hurt anyone and it was all just the result of something that cannot be controlled but Leah was shaken by the entire thing," I try to explain this to her so she will understand.

"Well then how bad was it?"

"Was what?" I ask, I don't understand her question.

"All the bruises and the cuts? I know that wolves heal fast but someone must have noticed something wrong. I know that if someone ever tried to pull something like that with me I'd put up a fight. Did she?"

I try to dig through my memory and find a moment when Leah had been out of sorts, swore or even bruised. She didn't put up a fight. It doesn't matter; I am still on her side. She is apart of my pack and if I don't watch out for her, who will?

"I'm sorry, I have to agree with Jacob here," Kalan says after much observation, "it sounds to me like this Sam character is a real jerk," he mutters.

"No one was asking you, Chuck," Nessie mutters and I sigh looking over to her, she's bothered by this a lot. I move my hand over, across the seat, to hold her's but she pulls her hand away, crossing her arms over her chest.

"What?" I ask her but she won't look at me, her eyes are on the side of the road.

Kalan must have felt the tension. A few more miles down the road we pull over at a diner. Kalan and I both get out at the same time and I realize that Nessie is still sitting in the car. I nod for Kalan to go on ahead and I get back into the car, sitting next to Nessie.

"You're upset with me," I whisper.

"Ladies and gentlemen—captain obvious," she mutters flatly.

I sigh watching her. What did I say? Shouldn't I be the one angry with her? She took the side of a rapist! Alright—fine, perhaps Sam isn't exactly a rapist but he still hurt Leah even though it was a sort of mutual violation.

"Nessie," I reach up and touch her face, "tell me what I did."

"You haven't done it yet," she says softly and looks into my eyes then quickly looks away. Haven't done it yet? Done what? I don't understand.

"Tell me what I haven't done."

"You're going to sleep with Leah," Nessie replies but she won't look at me.

"Oh, Nessie—no, that's not how it is, sweetheart," the fact that she won't look at me is really getting on my nerves so I slide over in the seat and take her face into my hand. "I'd never hurt you," I lean down to kiss her but she won't comply.

"You say that now," Nessie pushes my hand away from her face. "What happens when Leah goes into heat and the pheromones start flying?"

"It's not going to happen because I promised her that we'd figure this out. She wont be aloud to phase when she goes through this," I try to put Nessie's mind as ease but she still looks worried.

She exhales a long breath and I wonder how long she had been inhaling, "alright," she says softly after a moment and then lifts my arm, tucking herself there, against my side. I smile and clutch her tightly against my body, bringing my other arm around, holding her.

"Are you feeling better now?" I ask, lowering my face down to her's and kiss her nose. She nods and snuggles in close to me, hiding her face between my neck and shoulder. I grin a little and run my hand up and down her back, comfortingly. I'm a little concerned about how she feels; I can feel ever single one of her ribs under her shirt and the slight bulkiness of her spine. "Have you been eating?"

"What?" she mumbles.

"You're awfully thin, have you been eating?" I ask her gently, not wishing to hurt her feelings.

"Only human food—you know that it doesn't do much for me," she replies and I'm relieved that she wasn't offended by the question.

"Alright, I'm going to grab something to-go in the diner and then we need to find you some vampire-grub," I smile when I hear her giggle at vampire-grub. She looks up at me and I lean down, giving her lips a soft peck. Nessie's arms wrap around my neck and she pulls herself up into my lap, kissing me forcefully. I comply. My hands are lightly shaking, around her waist, but I am no where near to bursting out of my skin. I've noticed that I get a little shaky when she's in my arms, these days. Her hands shift from around my neck and rest against my shoulders pushing me down against the seat. My heart feels like it is going to explode any moment from my chest, at the rate it is thumping.

Tap, tap, tap… I roll my eyes at the tapping noise on the window and expect to look up to find an irritated Kalan. Instead my eyes focus on an angry vampire.

Shit… Emmett?

I look from the furious vampire then to Nessie's sheepish face as she lies on top me… I'm dead.

Dun—dun—dunnnnn lol

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