Chapter 25 Test results

Disclaimer: the characters and all recognisable situations belong to Stephenie Meyer- this is a work of fan fiction, except for the legends and histories of the Quileute that, of course, belong to them. I pay my respects to their gods.

Thanks to BanSidhe for betaing.

The boys

Marlena Call had stopped shouting at Embry. They barely spoke these days.

Rachel was as good as her word. She collected samples from Paul and Sam, and secretly from Embry and sent them off to a reputable DNA testing lab. She explained the close family ties and sent them a copy of the family tree so that they could see where they all fitted.

But now the votes were in, as it were. She had the envelope in her hand.

Rachel was torn. She had asked Sam and Paul to come over to the Black house. But she still hadn't told Embry. It almost killed her to keep anything a secret from him. She would have sworn the envelope from the DNA testing lab was flashing like a neon light or maybe it was burning a hole through her shirt. She kept patting it to make sure.

She sighed. She really hoped she was doing the right thing. She was his imprint; he couldn't be angry with her forever… right?

Paul came in the back screen door without announcing himself. Typical.

"Hey, Rachel. What's up?"

She just held up the envelope.

"Ahh," he said and took a seat at the table. After a minute or so, he got up and started pacing.

"Fuck Paul, you're making me more nervous."

"Yeah, I know but I just can't sit still you know."

"I know."

"Where's Embry?"

"Patrol."

"You still haven't told him?"

"No."

There was a knock on the back screen door.

"Come in Sam." It had to be him; no one else knocked.

He gave Paul a look and then saw Rachel's face.

"It's back?"

"The results are in. I cannot open it. I thought maybe if you two were here…" her voice trailed off.

Sam glanced at Paul.

"Don't look at me," he said, "I am just as nervous as she is." He backed up against the kitchen bench and folded his arms across his chest tightly.

Sam reached out a hand and she placed the envelope flat on his palm.

"Well," he said as he took a deep breath, "for me, I feel like it either confirms something we already suspected or else it actually absolves him of something he didn't do." He shrugged. "It's win/win for me."

He picked up a knife from the edge of the sink and used it to slice the envelope open neatly. That was so like something Embry would do, Rachel thought. She had been driving herself crazy watching them all for sibling similarities.

"Do you want me to read it out?"

"Just summarise Sam," Paul suggested.

They held their breath while he read quickly through the test results. He shuffled the pages, checking data and then he looked up at them both.

His eyes flicked over to Paul. "Congratulations; you've got a brother," he said and then he added, "Wow, my father is not the complete deadbeat we all assumed."

Paul just blinked. He was frozen on the spot.

Rachel leapt to her feet and hugged him, but it was like hugging a block of wood.

"Paul?"

"He's in shock," said Sam. There was a pause. "Can I slap him?" he asked mischievously.

"No; no slapping family," from Rachel.

"Family," Paul repeated.

Rachel tugged him over to a chair. "Sit down before you fall down, Paul."

He sat.

He blinked.

He smiled.

"I have a brother," he breathed.

"Yes, you do," the others agreed.

Then Paul rocketed to his feet. "I have to tell Bella," he said and he shot out the door.

"Cool," said Sam. He clapped Rachel on the shoulder, "I have to get back to Em and the baby. How are you going to tell Embry?"

Rachel just shrugged.

"Maybe tie him up first," suggested Sam with a laugh.

Test results – Embry

Embry got back to his house after patrol and Rachel was not there. He went searching for her and found her at the Black house. She was still sitting at the kitchen table in the dark.

"Hey, what are you doing sitting in the dark?" he asked her. "I looked for you at my place."

"Promise you wont be angry with me?" she begged.

"How can I promise when I don't know what you did; what you are so frightened of," he asked reasonably.

"Please Embry."

"Okay, okay, I promise."

She let out a big breath.

"Rachel?" he sounded suspicious now. He was crouched down next to her, with one knee on the floor. She was his imprint and he adored her, but he was terrified of what she was going to confess. It had to be bad if she was sitting in the dark.

She closed her eyes. She had no idea why she needed to not see his face, but she could not say this and see his face at the same time. It was beyond her.

"I sent in a DNA sample from you, Paul and Sam to be analysed. They were here when we opened the results envelope."

There was a deathly silence.

"You did what?" he choked out.

"I paid for it myself. I thought you should know who your father is."

Silence.

His strained voice almost whispered, "What did it say?" He sounded torn, as if he did and did not want to know.

"Paul is your half brother."

"Paul?"

"Yes, that's right. It said you and Paul share the same DNA. You have the same father."

"Paul," he repeated.

"Yes."

"Where is he?"

"He was so excited. He rushed home to tell Bella."

"And Sam?"

"He's really relieved his father is not the complete deadbeat we all assumed."

She reached out and tentatively put her arm across his shoulder. He was still crouched down next to her. "Are you angry with me?" she asked.

"I don't know."

Well that was honest.

She pushed her chair out a little and pulled at him. He lowered his face down and laid it in her lap. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and she held him as tight as she could. Her legs opened to pull him closer to her body.

"Paul." He pressed his face into her stomach. She reached down and rubbed up his back. His arms reached around her back and held on.

He took a gulping breath and then he cried.

"I am always crying lately," he noted when he had himself under control.

"Maybe you're pregnant," joked Rachel. She hugged him harder. "You've had some pretty heavy shit go down in the last few months Embry. Cut yourself some slack."

"I am still angry with you," he said but he did not sound it.

"Does that mean you don't want to fuck me?"

"I always want to fuck you." He lifted his head and leaned up for a kiss.

"Oh goodie."

He kissed her with a kind of desperation. As if he was drowning and she was his lifejacket. She slid off the chair and into his lap. He stood lifting her easily. She adored his easy strength; it astounded her that he could stand, lifting her from a crouch on the floor with not a tremble or a grunt; in fact, he didn't even break the kiss. She was not a slim little girl and no one had ever lifted her like that before.

Billy had refused to let her move out. He argued that he had not seen her for years and she was not leaving now. She had fixed up Jacob's little room but it was still only big enough for a single bed. Not that that was a concern to Embry now. The room was almost an enclosed veranda and was poorly insulated and freezing in the winter, but she knew with Embry there, she would be more than warm.

She let him do what he wanted. Today, he was in charge. She loved him and he needed this. And what he needed was soft, gentle, slow and exquisite.

And he got it.

His eyes were killing her; they were deep brown pools into his soul. A little red from the tears he had cried for the brother he had not known until now.

She touched him. She rubbed her hands on him. She told him she was here with him. He peeled her out of her clothes. She slid her hands down and undid his cut-offs and pushed them down. She stood up as she did so. His hand slid into her hair and held her to his face. She turned and he followed her movement until his back was to the bed. She pushed on his shoulders and he sat. She climbed onto him and lowered herself onto him.

He made a sound as he entered her. It was something between a sob and a sigh. If she had not adored him before, after she heard that sound, she would have killed for him.

She would do anything for him now.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and moved herself slowly and gently on him.

His big hands held her easily at the waist as he moved her with him. She gazed into his eyes. She untucked her legs and folded them behind him; almost like she was sitting cross legged in his lap. She sank even further onto him.

She felt unbelievably full, he was so deep inside her. Their movements were restricted by the position but it was somehow incredibly intimate. She realised their breathing matched; they were so in tune with each other.

It was a slow, gentle increase of sexual tension. She gripped him inside her with her vaginal muscles and he made little movements of his own. It was almost like tantric sex, slow and building. She had no idea how long they sat there smoothly rocking on each other.

He reached down and held her ass cheeks; churning her now on him and rubbing her clitoris hard against him. She pulled his hair a little; she could not help herself. She moaned and shuddered. He stopped and held her with enough force to bruise. She wanted to squirm but couldn't move; and that excited her more.

"I love you," she told him. He nipped and bit at her neck. She shivered and with a sigh, she came.

She did not even realise she was crying until he spoke.

"Don't cry Rachel," he begged her as he kissed away her tears.

She shook her head; she had no words.

"My one and only," he told her intently. He held her firmly, thrust up further into her as he filled her with a sigh of his own. They wrapped their arms around each other and held on.

For once, it was Embry who pulled away first.

"I need to talk to my mother," he said.

Rachel did not want him to be hurt any more. "Stay here," she begged him, "please stay here Embry."

He looked at her doubtfully.

"Don't get hurt any more today. It's late; it's really late… do it tomorrow," she begged.

He sighed again and nodded.

They untangled from each other long enough to pull back the covers on the bed. He climbed in first and pushed his back up against the wall, holding his arms out for her. She climbed in and shuffled her back up against him. Spooning allowed him to fit his long legs in the little bed. He wrapped her in his arms and pulled her close like his favourite teddy bear.

"Rachel?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you for getting the test done for me… you're right, I probably would have wimped out… and not done it… so …thank you."

"Anything for you."

He kissed her hair and closed his eyes to sleep.

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