Chapter 29: Leah Intervenes

Disclaimer: S. Meyer owns Twilight.


There was a tap on the door, and Curro repeated, "Senorita Swan, it's time to leave."

I caressed Jacob's cheek once more, and whispered in his ear, "Jake, I have to go; Charlie's waiting." I maneuvered slowly around his frame, not wanting to disturb the comfortable position he was in.

He stirred from his slumber. "Bells?"

I stroked his arm. "Shh, go back to sleep. Shh ..."

Just as I stood, his hand shot out, grabbing my arm. He sat bolt upright, holding onto me.

"No, Bella, wait! Don't go yet," he begged. "Five more minutes, Bells, please—just five more minutes."

How could I resist the pleading look on his face? If I could've stayed in his cell with him tonight, I would have, gladly.

I hated this place, this situation—and most of all—that horrible liar, Chad. I hoped Leah would teach him such a lesson, that he'd be afraid to even look at another girl.

The door opened and Curro peeked inside, motioning for me to leave. I tried to stall him. "I'm coming; just give us a few minutes to say goodbye."

Jacob gave me that look. "Please don't say goodbye to me, Bells. I can't bear it!"

Gazing at Jake with that look on his face, I couldn't bear it either. "Okay ... how about if you're not out of here within the week, then I'll come back to see you next Sunday?"

"Do you really mean it?"

"Yes, I mean it; cross my heart."

"Then would you mind sealing it with a kiss?" he asked shyly.

He spread his legs wide, and reached out to me with both of his arms. I crossed the room in three strides, and stood between his thighs. I fell on his neck, planting kisses from his throat up to his chin. His hands pressed into my waist. I pulled back and looked down on his beloved face and suddenly, we were devouring each other with open mouthed kisses. Everywhere his lips moved, mine followed instinctively. He fisted my hair and pulled me closer; I cupped my hand behind his head doing the same. My body yearned to get closer still. "Jacob," I breathed, "My Jacob."

Jacob moaned into my mouth. Then he murmured, "I love you, Bells. I'll always love you."

Just then, Curro knocked on the door again. "Sorry, senorita Swan. It's time."

I backed up, stretching as far as our hands could reach, until at last, only our fingertips were touching. I was almost out the door when I said, "I love you, Sunny." The moment the words left my mouth, I saw the glint of tears welling up in his good eye. I ran to him one last time, took his face in my hands and kissed his waiting lips with abandon. I turned quickly and raced out of the cell, holding my breath all the way.

I met Curro outside the door. Charlie stood there beside him. I swallowed hard, suppressing my emotions. "Curro, can I ask a favor of you?"

"Si, es posible," he answered.

"Would you mind having the doctor examine Jacob's eye? Also, could he get some tylenol or something for the pain. He won't admit it, but I know it's got to hurt. It looks awful."

He saluted me and announced "Right away, senorita." He winked at me as an afterthought.

Curro leaned his head down so that he was level with me. His turquoise eyes twinkled mischievously. "Now, por favor, can you give this to my beautiful Leah. He handed me a sealed white envelope, with Leah's name handwritten on it in elegant calligraphy.

I nodded in agreement. Boy, Leah was right. Curro was not only gorgeous, he was darn cute—not as cute as my Jacob—but then, I was a teeny bit biased. Both of us were lucky in love."

Charlie rolled his eyes. "How do the ladies ever resist you? You are too smooth."

"No, no, Carlos ... I am a one woman man now. There is no lady that can compare to my Leah." He put his hand to his chest. "Mira, my heart beats only for her." He started singing, "Amor, amor, amor, nacio de ti, nacio de me, de la esperanza."

The inmates all began yelling. "Not again ...! Can it Curro ... Have a heart!" He ignored the remarks and continued to sing clear up to the exit gate. He waved as we walked to the cruiser. "Adios, amigos. Hasta la vista." He turned away, whistling the rest of the tune.


Charlie was relieved when I told him that Jacob promised to eat his meals from now on. The atmosphere was definitely more relaxed on the way home. "Hey, dad, what's in the manila envelope ... the one the warden gave you?"

"Huh ... oh, I forgot all about it." He reached between the bucket seats. "Here, I haven't even looked yet. Take a peek."

Charlie handed me the envelope. I opened the clasp and turned it upside down. Out tumbled about a dozen envelopes, every one of them addressed to me. They were all in Jacob's familiar scrawl. I gasped as I realized what I was staring at. No treasure on earth could be more valuable to me than the precious bounty laying scattered across my lap at that very moment.

"Well, are you going to tell me what's in that envelope?" Charlie smiled, knowingly.

"Letters from heaven, dad, letters from heaven." All written by my angel.

"I thought so."


Leah's POV:

Where the hell was that other earring? I wanted to look absolutely ravishing tonight. I knew I was being overly dramatic, but this was the opportunity of a lifetime. I was holding up a dangling copper leaf. It was intricately veined in a cutaway lace pattern so that it was fragile looking, like it was skeletonized. I stepped back and ouch, I found the mate. It was threatening to rip a hole in the foot of my only pair of pantyhose. Damn earring!

I inserted the bits of copper into the holes in my ears and clasped the matching pendant around my neck. It dangled just above the slight bit of cleavage made visible by the scoop neck of the midnight blue dress I was wearing. I smirked at my image in the mirror. I hoped that tantalizing view drove him nuts!

A few more swipes with the mascara, and I was ready. I used more than enough eye shadow and liner previously—to make my eyes positively smolder, and my lips were glistening with frosted peach gloss. The boy was clearly out of his league.

I slipped on my black pumps—the ones with the three inch heels and stepped over to the full length mirror. I smoothed the form fitting material around my hips, and checked the plunging V neckline in back to be sure no bra straps were visible. Ha, I was perfection personified.

I heard the knock at the door and my mother's voice as she answered it. After splashing a drop of Wicked Wahine behind my ears and wrists, I ran the brush once more through my long hair. It cascaded in loose curls down my back. I walked slowly down the steps to the front entrance.

Chad was standing there in the doorway. Damn, he was a luscious piece of eye candy. He was wearing a gray suit jacket and pants with a matching vest. They both had a silver sheen to them. His tie was black silk with small silver fleur de lis dotting the surface. The whole package was topped off with that delectable Southern smile.

His whole head rose up when he caught sight of me descending the stairs. I thought his eyes were gonna pop out of his head. I almost laughed thinking about sweeping up those big blue marbles from the tile floor.

He was slack-jawed for a moment. Finally, he blurted out, "Great balls of fire, sugar, you take my breath away!"

"Not so bad yourself, handsome." I smiled at him and added, "Before we go, aren't you gonna go get the bat and ball?"

Chad narrowed his eyes in confusion." I do not take your meaning, little lady."

"I thought you might like to get in the game tonight."

"You are not one to mince words, are you, Leah? You never cease to astound me with your verbal surprises."

"Speaking of surprises, where the hell are you taking me tonight, Louisiana?"

"I am going to introduce you to cuisine, Southern style. We will enjoy fine dining at "Pier de O'rleans." Then, since you seemed to relish the last play we attended, I thought we would mosey on over to Gammage Auditorium. Would you like to see Don Juan in Hell?"

"I'll say." How very prophetic!


The evening passed by so pleasantly, that it was a shame to end it on such a sour note, but ... We arrived back at the house. I invited Chad inside. I motioned for him to sit on the couch." I'm gonna change into something more comfortable. I'll be back in just a few minutes."

I changed quickly into a clingy, thin chemise and sandals. I walked back down to the couch and took Chad by the hand. "Why don't we end our night with a moonlight walk at First Beach?"

"Anything you say, sugar." His eyes never left me as we stepped outside the door.

We walked hand in hand to his car. Chad took off his jacket, vest and tie and draped them over the back seat. He drove up to the parking lot overlooking the ocean. From there we went down to the beach on foot. We strode along the shore for awhile. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Let's go a little farther into those trees so we can have some privacy."

Chad followed me like a lost puppy.

We were finally deep into the woods, when I turned quickly and pressed my body against his, shoving him up against the trunk of a tree. I voraciously nipped at the side of his neck and slid my tongue into his ear. I grabbed a hunk of that beautiful sandy hair and pulled his face to mine. I licked his bottom lip languorously. He gasped in surprise, but it didn't take him but a heartbeat to catch on. He responded so predictably, like any other red blooded male. His mouth was on mine faster than a tick on a dog.

He came up for oxygen and commented, "Are you sure this is what you want? It would hurt me if you thought I was being a wolf. You do not think I am a wolf do you?"

"No, but I am." Hey, I was just being truthful.

I pulled away and smiled at him seductively. His breathing was gradually accelerating, becoming ragged with desire. I assaulted his mouth again—and he let me—the lovesick idiot! I broke off again. Chad looked at me dumfounded. "Damn, woman, I was merely hoping to get to first base tonight."

"You don't have to be coy with me, Louisiana. Wouldn't you rather be batting a home run?" I muffled his response with another kiss, invading his mouth with my tongue.

He pulled me closer, gripping the hollow of my back. His hands began to travel up the length of my legs, getting more aggressive by the minute. I was busy roughly unbuttoning his shirt, and licking the smoothly shaven throat and his chest. The scent of his cologne was enticing.

Chad began kissing my neck, all the while exploring my thighs with his skillful fingers. Suddenly he stopped; his hands were on my bare hips. He exclaimed, "You have no underthings on you, sugar."

"The better to eat you up, my dear," I breathed.

I stepped back from him a few feet and pulled the chemise straight up over my head, displaying Leah in all of her naked glory. "You want a piece of tail? I'm the one to give it to you, handsome."

His expression was a mixture of anticipation and lustful gratitude. It immediately turned to pure terror as I phased before him, pouncing on him ferociously, and knocking him down upon the forest floor. I carved my initials into his trunk, with my fore claw as a memento of our time together. I then retracted my muzzle, exposing my sharp teeth. Oh, grandma, what big teeth you have! ran through my head. A fierce growl erupted from my chest. My keen eyes bored into his scared little peepers. My canines were poised over his jugular which was now pulsating a mile a minute out of sheer fright. I nipped at it, making him jerk beneath me. Then, I did the unthinkable—I turned my head, and pushing my muzzle nearly into his nose, slid my tongue up and down his face in a sloppy, wolfy kiss.

His body was still ... petrified under my massive form. I growled once more, and climbed off of him. I phased back, and pulled the Chemise down over my body. "So, thought you'd get lucky tonight, did ya'? You are lucky—lucky I didn't rip your miserable throat out."

Chad anxiously started to scoot backwards with his heels and rear.

I narrowed my eyes and mimicked the Wicked Witch of the West. "What ... going so soon ...? I wouldn't hear of it!"

"Leah," he squeaked, "I do not ... what hap ... why ...?"

"What's the matter, handsome? Wolf got your tongue? But you're always so good at words, especially a line of crap."

"What do you want from me, sugar?"

"Look, I'm not your sugar, or your little lady, or your anything. I'm your worst nightmare—I'm badass Leah. Anyone here can tell you that. Oh, I forgot—nobody here likes you—let alone talks to you. How 'bout that! And don't pretend like you don't know what this is all about."

He was scooting back further from me—like that would do him any good. I was the fastest wolf in the pack; of course he didn't know that. He didn't know anything except what had just exploded in front of ice blues.

"I do not know ... I ..."

I crouched down closing the distance between us. "Think hard, Chad. Extend that teeny little brain of yours."

"Is this about Jacob Black?"

"Bingo! Do tell, Sherlock. Figured that out all by your lonesome, did ya'?"

"But, Leah, there's nothing I can do until the trial."

"Wrong answer, Dorian. How about confessing your sins to the judge and dropping all the charges? Ya' think? Maybe you just don't value your peace of mind."

It seems he was at a loss for words. He looked like a frightened little boy. "Wha ... what does that mean?"

I glared at him like the dimwit that he was. "Geesh, have you been drinking too many mint juleps? Listen up, loverboy—I can track your scent anywhere and I won't stop stalking 'til you start talking."

His arrogance inexplicably returned. "My father is a very experienced lawyer. I will tell him what happened here." It was amazing how his Southern drawl became more pronounced when he was being an imbecile.

"Ha, good luck with that! Who would believe your fantastic story besides Red Riding Hood?"

"You'll be sporting a straight jacket, instead of that sport jacket sittin' on your back seat."

"What am I goin' to do, Leah?"

"You'll do the right thing, moron. That's what you're gonna do."

"I will have to think about it first."

"Well, don't think about it too long. Patience is not one of my virtues."

Chad stood up slowly, dusting himself off, and in a trembling voice, asked, "Are we through here then?"

I smiled wickedly, and ran my tongue over my lips. "I don't know, handsome. You do have some pretty slick moves. Your kissing technique had me going there for a while. I'm still feeling a bit randy; ya' wanna finish what ya' started?"

He jumped back, startled, and ran like a jackrabbit.

"Goodnight, Louisiana, I had a wonderful time tonight," I shouted after him. Maybe he would still take me to see Riverdance. I burst out laughing at the thought.

I walked back to the house. I was tired. I slept like a baby that night, safe in the knowledge that my pack brother would be home sooner than expected. I would start making plans for the party tomorrow.


Bella and I were back at school the next day. I followed Chad's scent everywhere. Anytime he turned around—there I was—close enough to say, boo! It was fun watching him jump whenever he spotted me. I finally got fed up with our game of hide and peek. I crept up behind him, and blew in his ear. He turned to me with fear in his eyes. "Leah, I... I need more time to do as you asked."

Damn, he really looked spooked. "I'll be waiting," I hissed. Don't let me down. I wouldn't want to sic the Big Bad Wolf on ya', now would I?"

"No," he gulped. "I promise; I will do it."

"I know you will. I'm just concerned about the timing."

I let the poor sucker alone for the rest of the day, but that night I phased and decided to patrol outside his house. For effect, I started to howl. I noticed a curtain being drawn aside on one of the windows on the second floor. Chad peered out and our eyes met simultaneously. The curtain swung back abruptly. I ran to La Push, mission accomplished! I'd give him one more day at the most. His nerves won't hold out much longer. Poor sap!

Morning came again, and before I knew it, Bella was nudging me to get up and get dressed or we'd be late.

School was boring today. I didn't see hide nor hair of Louisiana. I hoped he had taken my strong suggestion and was pouring out his confession to the judge.

When Tink and I got home, my mom gave me the news: the charges had been dropped. Jacob was released from solitary, and he would be coming home tomorrow.

Bella collapsed onto the couch. The waterworks started up, but this time I joined her. Imagine, the fabulous Leah crying over Jacob Black. We were now two blubbering idiots!


A/N: Ah, Leah, she just doesn't get the respect that she deserves.

A/N: I am starting to get a little sad. This story only has a few more chapters to go. I feel like I'll be missing my friends. For those of you who would like to sneak a peek at my own characters, I have attached the links to my profile.