I'm ba-ack! Rated M for a reason…

The revamp is going great, and I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who's reading, this is for you. Reviews please, they make me happy!

Not Stephenie, don't own Twilight. She created the man who makes me all… uh huh!

Jacob's POV – Just A Dream

I had dreamt that I had heard her voice. I'd felt her hand in mine and her breath against the skin of my neck. It had been so real – but I knew; I knew that when my eyes opened I would be back in the cell that had been my home for God knows how long, the smell of death and decay would once again flood my senses and I would be sitting amongst filth and neglect – not in a comfortable bed – not with my Nessie. Jane would be there soon to make me writhe in pain – that sick smirk on her lips as I screamed and begged for mercy – and then I'd be left alone once again…

It was all a dream – a wonderful, beautiful - safe – dream.

I sighed heavily, the tears threatening to begin as I shifted my body slightly. I was sore, my body heavy with sleep, but I was surprised as I lifted my arms up and rubbed my face: the chains were gone; my hands were free.

I forced my eyes open slightly as I licked my lips. My throat was so dry and my lips were chapped and cracked – the slight tang of dried blood invaded my mouth as I once again ran my tongue across my lip.

I opened my eyes wider, trying to get my brain to focus. Blurs of color and light danced before my eyes. I could feel tears start to fill my eyes and I blinked rapidly to clear them away. Was it possible? I hadn't dreamt it after all?

I wasn't in a cell - I was in a room, on a bed. Heavy maroon drapes hung from the windows and they had been shoved aside to let light filter in. I let the sunlight hit my skin, reveling in the feeling of warmth as it invaded my body. I rubbed at my wrists gently. They were sore and I could see the angry purple bruises where the shackles had been.

"Good morning," a voice whispered from the corner of the room. I jumped slightly as my eyes scanned the room. I stared for a moment, not wanting to wake up again if this was a dream. This was amazingly comforting – familiar.

"Bells, I–I thought…"

"I thought we'd lost you there for a while," she whispered softly as she stood up, "How do you feel?"

"Good, I–I'm alive," I smiled and held my arms open, inviting her over to me. "Come here." I said when she hesitated slightly.

She ran to me and wrapped her arms around me tightly. "Oh, Jake," she sobbed against my chest, "don't you ever scare me like that again – I mean it."

"Is everyone okay? Everyone's safe?" I asked as I tucked my face into her hair, inhaling her deeply. She didn't smell the same anymore – something was different about her. She almost smelled human again. My throat became tight and my eyes burned as more tears came. "Y-you have no idea – I'm so sorry. I wanted to get away, I didn't know… I'm so sorry."

"Shh," she whispered as she ran her hands through my hair. "You're okay now – shh, Jacob."

I choked on my sobs as they ripped from my chest, I couldn't stop them – I was just so fucking relieved that I was alive, I was going to be okay.

"Is everyone safe, Bella?" I asked through my tears.

"Yes, we're all fine," she nodded against my chest, "She's been waiting for you…"

"Nessie," I breathed, "How is she holding up?"

"She's been worried sick, Jacob," Bella admitted, "I've never seen her like that before, she wouldn't eat or sleep – I was scared half to death."

"I didn't mean to worry anyone, I didn't know," I sighed as I felt the tears spring up to my eyes again. I swallowed thickly and held the tears back as I pulled away from Bella slightly and looked down at her. "I'd like to ask you something – now that I know this isn't a dream."

"You should eat something," she said, "you must be famished."

"I need answers first. What happened?" I asked as I pulled away from her, "I want to know what happened."

"Come with me and we'll talk," she said as she grabbed my hand into hers. Strange – she didn't feel cold. "The others have been waiting for you to wake up -everyone's here." She said quietly, breaking my thoughts about her smell and body temperature.

"Everyone - as in," I was curious, I had to know who the voice had been before: the one that had led me to safety.

"The pack is here," she answered as we walked down a long, dark hallway toward a flight of stairs. "They got here last night while you were asleep. Edward filled them in as much as he could. You'll have to fill them in on anything we didn't know about. And us of course."

I nodded gently in understanding as we walked down the stairs hand-in-hand.

"Don't tell her I told you," Bella whispered, "but even Rosalie watched over you for a night."

I scoffed as I crinkled my brow at her. Rosalie had watched over me? Something about her still didn't sit right with me – she was… different. I was truly lucky to be alive then and that she hadn't suffocated me with a pillow. I shook my head, effectively clearing my thoughts once more as I looked down at Bella again. "You have my word, I won't say anything," I agreed.

We walked out into the open living room area and I saw everyone stop what they were doing and look up at me. I scanned each face in the room – my vision finally clear and back to normal.

"Welcome back," Emmett said as he stood up and walked over to stand next to Rosalie. "You had us all scared, man."

I nodded toward him, there was only one face I wanted to see right now - only one person that would make this knot in my stomach disappear. The one person I had fought to live for. I looked around the room, glancing from face to face. Before I saw her, I felt her - I could smell her and I felt her eyes on me.

"Jacob," she whispered and pushed herself up off the sofa. "Thank God you're okay, I was so worried." The tears were coming from her eyes as she stared at me. I couldn't look away, she was everything that mattered. She was my reason for living.

Bella let go of my hand and I watched as Nessie covered her face, sobbing hard against her hands. "Nessie, don't cry, please," I whispered. I walked forward, never taking my eyes from her. I needed to touch her, to hold her against me. To tell her I loved her – that she was the only one that I needed for the rest of my life.

I stopped in front of her and moved my hands up her arms softly, gripping her hands into mine gently. I pulled them away from her face and held them against my chest with one hand, the other going to her chin and lifting her face so she was looking into my eyes.

"I love you," I choked as I looked into her eyes, "I love you so much, Nessie." I could feel tears of my own coming forward.

"Oh, Jacob… I love you," she cried, "I never want to be away from you again. I love you so very much."

I let her hands go and she wrapped them around my neck, pulling herself against my chest. I leaned forward and kissed the top of her head.

"It's okay," I whispered against her hair as I inhaled her scent into my lungs. "I'm here – it's okay now."

"I thought I'd lost you," she sobbed and grabbed fistfuls of my t-shirt, trying to pull herself closer to me. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again. Oh, Jacob – I'm sorry. I should have let you come with me at the hotel."

"No," I said, "there was nothing you could have done: you didn't know." I looked down at her shaking form and wrapped my arms tighter around her body. "I thought about you every day. You kept me alive – you are the reason I'm here right now. I fought for you."

"I know you did. I was so scared; I didn't know what had happened," she sobbed against my chest, "God–I–I really thought you were going to die." She looked back up at me, tears sliding down the flushed skin of her cheeks, her lips pink and pouty and her hair was tossed on the top of her head into a messy bun. She'd never been more beautiful than in that very moment - and I leaned forward, pushing my lips against hers gently. I felt the sigh of contentment leave my body as I finally felt whole again.

She was safe - I was complete.

I pulled away from her lips and I wrapped my arms around her tightly, threading my fingers into her messy hair. No one else in the room said anything as we stood there together, holding each other as if our lives depended on it.

"I have to talk to your dad," I whispered as I tucked my face back into her hair and inhaled deeply.

"I know," she sighed, "he wants to talk to you, too. He was worried about you."

Edward had been worried about me.

I smiled and untangled myself from Nessie. I couldn't bear to be away from her completely, so I grabbed her hand, lacing my fingers with hers as I turned back to the crowd of faces, looking back and forth.

My brothers and sister were staring at me, looking as if they were going to pounce at any moment. My eyes met with Leah's and she smiled gently. She was okay – except for her left arm that was in a sling – but she was alive.

"We should all sit down; there is much to talk about," said a voice from behind me.

I turned quickly toward the voice - that voice…

"Hello, Jacob," he smiled at me, "We meet again."

"I-yes," I nodded slowly, "but, how? How did I hear you?"

"I wanted to help you," he stated matter-of-factly, "the Cullen's aren't the only family with gifts." He was still smiling at me and I couldn't help but smile back. He had helped me find my way back to my family.

"Thank you," I said, "you saved my life."

"It was the least we could do," he waved his hand as if it was no big deal, "I consider you a friend, and I couldn't let them - well, you know." He trailed off.

I knew; I knew all too well what they were going to do: I didn't say anything; I just nodded and gripped Nessie's hand a bit tighter.

"Besides," he shrugged, "they were trying to make me look like the bad guy. I'm sorry about the vision," he whispered, "It would have happened – had he found her. You have to understand, we still have work to do. He still must die…"

"He's mine," I growled, "I owe him…" I clamped my jaw shut as I felt the anger burn again, my vision beginning to take on the red haze once again.

"We wouldn't dream of taking him - you deserve to be the one to finish him off," he nodded his agreement, "Do you understand his desire for you? What he wanted?"

"Nahuel," Edward hissed from beside me, "should we really be talking about this right now?" Edward stepped forward and stood in front of Nahuel, his arms folded across his chest.

"He has a right to know," Nahuel hissed back, "it isn't over, Edward. You know what he was going to do – what he still wants to do. "

"Over my dead body," I growled as I grit my teeth – my jaw actually hurt from the strain I was putting on it. "He has a lot to answer for - he tried to turn us against you and – he fucking tortured me!" I seethed.

"I know," Nahuel nodded at me, "I had no idea that he had acquired more – talented - beings. You met Lily."

I nodded, my eyes shut again as I tried to clear the visions in my head. All the power he had at his disposal – how could we win this?

"She has an - interesting ability. She lulled you to sleep, sort of like a drug… and took you to Aro," Nahuel explained, "It's like a sleeping pill, it only lasts for a short time, but it's still something that we must be aware of – and she can do it over and over – there's no limit to how many times – or how many people she could use her power on." He went on, "And then he has his newest follower – she's the one that scares me – scares all of us."

I tried to think of anyone else that had been around, I couldn't think of anyone. Mostly it was Jane that had come to see me. I had met Lily, but no one else had come to me.

"You know of Chelsea?" he asked. I thought for a moment, I had heard of her – but I couldn't place what her power was. I shook my head slightly. "She can cut ties, familial, love – any bond. She can sever them and make even the most in love couple turn against each other - but she's nothing compared to his latest addition. Of course - Chelsea should be watched, we do not want her severing ties now, do we? But the newest one - she's something else."

I remembered Chelsea now; we had had to watch for her 8 years ago. I nodded and watched him closely, waiting for him to continue.

He shook his head and pressed his fingers to his temples. "She's something - it's how the Cullen's believed that I was coming for Renesmee," he hissed, "She has the ability to shift somehow. She can change her body, sort of like you – but I'm not sure how to explain it."

"Try," I urged. I had to know what I was up against – what we were all up against.

"She can make herself look like other vampires; I'm not sure how she does it. The person who told me about her," Nahuel sighed heavily, "they couldn't even really tell me much about her power as we've never seen anything like her before. It's almost like she's some new breed or something. I believe that she's not really one of us. She's – created somehow."

"Created - like in a fucking lab or something?" Emmett asked as he stepped forward and glared around the room. "She's a test-tube vampire?"

"Emmett," Jasper hissed, "we don't know exactly what we're dealin' with here, so do you mind?"

Emmett grew quiet and folded his massive arms over his chest, never taking his eyes from Nahuel.

"Right," Nahuel said as he cleared his throat, and looked back up at me. "Anyway, this got me to thinking - what has Aro so intrigued with you? You're a shifter, and now he has something sort of like you - it just didn't make sense. That is - until Edward finally figured out what was in Aro's mind."

I looked over to Edward then. He looked away from me and stepped back toward Bella.

What had he seen? What did he know?

"Edward," I said, "Edward, look at me."

He continued to avoid my gaze as he looked down at the floor.

"Edward," my Alpha-voice came through.

"Jacob, please," Edward pleaded, "Don't do this, please."

"Look at me," I demanded. Edward's eyes snapped up to mine instantly and I heard the pack gasp. "You have to tell me; don't make me demand it of you. What did you see? Is he going to use me for some sort of fucking experiment?"

"Y-you're different from your brothers and sister," Edward sighed heavily as he ran his fingers through his hair, "you have something he wants. You're special."

I couldn't breathe; I couldn't think - what was Aro going to do to me? What did Edward mean – special?

"How am I special, Edward?" I asked, my patience growing thin with every passing moment.

"When he looks at you, he sees power, Jacob," Edward hissed, his eyes turning slightly black as he stared at me. "Don't you get it? He wants you so he can gain more power. You and…" he paused as his eyes left mine and moved toward his daughter. "The power he seeks is from the both of you. The two of you can give him what he wants."

My throat closed and my eyes began to burn with the threat of tears. Was he saying what I thought he was?

Edward's eyes found mine once more – his coal-like gaze burning into me as he nodded.