So it seems like people want me to do a Jacob/Annie story. I think I will, so if you'd like to see anything in it, or in this story, please tell me in a review or PM.

Okay, so enjoy! And please review!!

The song for this chapter (but also sort of for the whole story) is "As You Are" by Travis.

I felt movement--my body protested to Claire moving away from me, and I instinctively tightened my arms around her. But I realized that she was just pushing the blanket off her legs and she pressed her body close to mine right away, mumbling something that sounded like, "freaky hot werewolf." Obviously which I was not supposed to hear.

I opened my eyes and saw Claire's face, insanely beautiful as always, but softened somehow by sleep, making her features seem softer and more innocent. This was something that I could get used to, waking up with her beside me.

"Quil?" She mumbled. Her eyes were closed again.

"Hm?" I leaned closer to her and kissed her forehead. "Right here, Claire." The corners of her soft red mouth turned up and she breathed in, deeply.

"This is nice," she whispered.

"Yes. Yes, it is," I agreed. She sighed happily and pressed her face to my chest through the thin material of my t-shirt, making me shiver. From something other than her cold nose.

I heard something in the hall--steps, not far away, coming closer swiftly. I jerked up and scrambled out of her bed, and Claire fell back, saying, "Wha--Quil--?" and looked at me across the room. "What the--"

"Your mom's coming, just...just act normal," I whispered, and jumped out her window, still open from the night before. As I hid below her window sill, I heard muted conversation between her and Megan, and then steps retreating back down the hall.

"Quil? Where are you?" Claire's anxious voice called. I looked up cautiously and saw her looking around the room. I jumped through the window, and she spun around and ran over to me and jumped on me, hugging me with her arms and her legs. Automatically I wrapped my arms around her and supported her weight, but she dropped to the floor.

"I have to go," she said, and those few words startled me out of the dream world I was living in up to that point.

"Where?" Even I could hear the sadness in my voice. I was pathetic, but happily so.

"School." She raised and eyebrow at me.

"Right." I turned towards the window. "See you."

"Will you?"

I turned back around. "What?"

"I'm probably grounded. Or at least from seeing you." This sent another pang, of hurt and anger, through me. What was Megan thinking, why was she so set on keeping us apart? It wasn't like it was going to work, it was just making Claire upset...us both upset.

"I'll see you. Soon." I promised. "I'll come back again tonight, if you want me."

"Of course I want you." Her small smile made me want to run up to her an kiss her but I resisted and climbed out her window. When my feel hit the ground I ran to the forest, undressed, and phased.

Jacob was running, since last night, it seemed from what I could hear in his head, see in his head. His mind was running around in circles, quite like him, only smaller ones. Bella, Annie, Bella, Annie. Edward. The burning hate for Edward. Then the hate for Bella. The hate for Bella overpowered the love for Bella.

"Shut up, Quil."

I snorted. "It's not my fault you don't know how to put up your walls, Jake. Or just deal with the fact that Bella is no longer your Bella and never will be."

"I dealt with that fact years ago."

"Doesn't seem like it," I thought to him. Protests welled up but he swallowed them, thinking they were useless.

"They are useless." I thought.

"You know, Quil," Jake thought smugly. "Maybe you should try to put up some walls yourself." I could see in his mind were images of Claire and her lips and her body and her...I growled at him, and he laughed shortly. "Hypocrite," came idly from his mind.

I tackled him, snapping at his throat, and he jumped up and ran a few feet, then lunged at me. We tumbled around, snapping and growling, then stood apart, panting.

"Just go talk to her, Jacob."

"I can't." All play disappeared from his thoughts and he lay down on the forest floor. "I can't."

"Why not?"

"I just can't."

If this is because of Bella, I'm going to murder him. He just said he was over her! Had been! But I didn't actually believe that, did I?

"This isn't because of Bella," he thought, and his thoughts drifted to Annie and how beautiful she was, that look on her face when he had ran away from her...the pain was almost stifling, the pain that he was hurting her right now...

"I can't stand being in your head, Jacob. Just go talk to her."

"What am I going to say?"

"Just explain things."

"Explain things! Are you joking!"

I sighed. Things could never be that easy, could they?

"Just explain what you can. Leave out the whole part where you're a werewolf in love with her."

"I'm not in love with her."

"Next your going to say you're not a werewolf." I snorted and walked away from him. "God, Jake, just deal with the fact that you are."

"I don't even know her!"

"And you think imprinting cares about that? That's the whole point, Jake."

He growled at me. Whatever. Just ran, ran away from where he was supposed to be going.

"I'm not supposed to be going anywhere."

"I can't stand being in your head anymore and I have to patrol. So please at least phase."

"What? No, I'll just..." All thoughts of everything other than vampires and the forest disappeared from Jake's head and then mine.

"Thank you!" I almost went down on my knees to thank him, but falling to my knees when I'm a wolf isn't exactly the most comfortable thing I could do. But Jake just rolled his eyes, and we ran through the forest looking for vampires. The rest of the patrol was uneventful, and when Jake phased I kept running, far away from La Push, almost to the Makah border, letting my thoughts run wild, thinking of Claire, and waking up next to her this morning, how nice that was and how I could get used to that, so easily, just like that, just like everything else to do with her. That went on to thinking about her body pressed up against mine and her lips, moving with mine, so soft and full and cool...

I don't know how long I thought about her, but I knew I could for hours and not get tired of it. She was all that mattered to me, and recently it was different, so different, it almost overwhelmed me, I got lost in thoughts of her...drifting, drifting...but something had to bring me down from my Claire-induced high.

"Quil!" I got a headful of shock and disgust, and I stopped running, wondering why I didn't notice Sam's mind joining mine. Maybe I'd just tuned out thoughts of Emily, but all thoughts of Emily had been replaced by his anger at me. I was baffled; what could have happened that would make him so livid at me? I immediately thought of Claire's cliff diving stunt, but he didn't even turn his head to that. He couldn't form complete sentences, but then he managed, "Phase. Get over here. Now."

I couldn't disobey, so I ran back to where Sam was and phased and dressed. He was waiting for me, also in his human form.

"What?" I asked him, confused and wary.

"I knew you were hiding something from me, but--Quil, I can't see that in your head every time we run."

"See what?"

"Don't act like that," Sam growled at me. "You know exactly what. Claire. With you. Like that." He wasn't shaking, he had too much control for that. But he would be, if he were anyone else.

I let my breath out in a whoosh, short-lived relief spilling through me. "God, Sam. Don't do that. I thought something horrible had happened."

"I can't see that in your head every time we run," Sam repeated. "I had no idea--I thought you just--I thought you were just hiding thoughts."

"Sam, I--"

"She's my niece, Quil, and even though I know you're not going to hurt her, I don't want to have to see that every time we run!" He said it yet again.

"I can just hide it, you won't have to see it." I tried not to think of what this might mean.

"That's not enough."

"It's not your business, Sam." I snapped. My mind whirled ahead.

"It is exactly my business." Sam stared pacing, picked a twig from a tree and shredded it in his fingers.

"I have to see your thoughts about Emily," I said abruptly.

"That's different," Sam said through clenched teeth. He had never really taken the time to build up his walls and block his thoughts from everyone else.

"No, it's not," I said. "She's not even really your niece."

Sam snorted. "As good as."

"What do you want from me, Sam?" I asked. I just wanted this over with.

"I'm not going to order you, but I would really appreciate if you didn't do anything with Claire that you think necessary to hide from me."

"Sam--"

"Quil. I can order you if I want. And I will, if you see that you can't handle it."

He was being completely ridiculous. "Sam, you're using your power for something that is totally ridiculous. Why does it even matter if I--"

"She's still young. Hardly fifteen."

"I can be sixteen!" I could feel the heat spilling down my spine, filling me and making me shake violently.

Sam shrugged. "Can be. It really doesn't matter, Quil. She's too young. And I don't want those thoughts in my head."

"I can hide them from you! You don't need to see them!" Obviously this argument was useless, but I persisted. "You're being completely unfair--" Red hot heat flooded my mouth, down my arms.

"I'm doing what I think right," Sam said. "And calm down."

"Yeah, and a bloodsucker thinks that it's right to kill a human," I grumbled. Sam just glared at me.

"If you don't think you can handle it, Quil, I can force it."

"No, no! I can handle it," I said angrily, and strode away from Sam standing in the forest, taking deep, calming breaths because I didn't want to phase that second. I couldn't believe what he was doing, right after me and Claire had been happy, finally happy, with no complications, just easy, just like it was supposed to be. I'd been waiting thirteen years for this, and now he's taking it away! I racked my brains for ways to break his order--but it wasn't an order. I could do whatever I wanted, until I ran with him and he saw that I was hiding something. So I would just have to resort to the old ways--just not think about her when I ran with Sam. I snorted. Yeah, right, not think of Claire, that's really happening. So a song--I could sing a song. Because that is so subtle.

I growled and punched a tree in front of me, and the shards of bark cut into my skin, drawing blood, and a little pain, but it quickly healed. Not enough to distract me from what had just happened.

It was growing dark; more time had passed than I'd thought, when I'd just been running. And I'd been looking forward so much to seeing Claire tonight again...but I couldn't. I had a feeling sneaking into her room and sleeping in the same bed as her and holding her and kissing her classified as something I'd want to hide from him.

So I just won't phase at the same time as him again. Yeah, and how long is that going to last? One day?

I walked back home, muttering curses to Sam the whole way. He had no right to do this, to me or to Claire! If he cared about her so much he should just let her do what she wanted, which was to be with me! Even in my anger I marveled at that.

"Quil?" Embry grabbed my shoulder. I shook him off. "What's up?" He asked.

I just growled at him, "Leave me alone."

He raised his eyebrows. "What did she do now?" He asked.

"She didn't do anything! Why are you so quick to blame her!" I snapped at Embry, and he just backed away, his hands raised in front of his face.

"What happened, Quil?"

I just walked to the kitchen and threw open the fridge, looked around and grabbed something, I don't even know what. Embry grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. Before he could say anything I just told him to leave me alone again. He disappeared, I didn't know where to. I didn't care. I stuffed whatever it was in my mouth and flopped down on my bed, wishing I could somehow tell Claire of my new restrictions. But I knew I couldn't go to her room and tell her...I wouldn't be able to resist doing what I couldn't do. I couldn't even see her otherwise, because of her mother now! The anger blinded me, but I knew that Sam was running now, and, although I would like to share some of my anger with him, I knew it wouldn't do anything except for make me even angrier. I had to calm down, try to take deep breaths...

The blindness wasn't red-hot now, it was darker. It was Embry's shadow.

"What?" I snarled at him. He didn't even blink, just stared at me. He shook his head and frowned, then walked out. Whatever. I didn't really care what he thought, because he was probably thinking how pathetic I was and I'm thinking that so it doesn't really matter, because I know I am.

Although I tried to tune it out, my werewolf hearing picked up on angry words coming from the kitchen. Muted, but I could still hear them. "Sam, you are way, way, over the line here. What is your problem with--" He paused, and I could hear deep breaths being taken. "No, Sam. I don't. But I do see him completely miserable, and for no reason! Yes, miserable. What is your problem with him touching her? Okay. Yes it is! They're not doing anything else! How do I know, because I do. Because I know them. Whatever, Sam." The phone slammed down, mad grumbling was heard.

"I think he's lost it." Embry appeared in my doorway. I didn't say anything. "I mean, come on. We have to see his nauseating images of him and Emily, and you're not even doing anything...like that." He made a face. "Quil, come on, just go see her. What can he do?"

"Order me away from her," I muttered.

"Would you rather he order it or you impose it on yourself?"

"Me. Because then at least I can if I have to."

"You do have to. Go." He picked me up and all but threw me across the room. "I can't."

"You can't? Are you Jake now?" He rolled his eyes, shoved me out the door, then out the front door. I didn't resist. Why not? One more night with Claire, maybe more. I could hold off phasing for a while...no. I couldn't. I couldn't do that to her, either.

I walked back inside and Embry threw his hands up in the air and followed me. "I give up."

"Good," I said.

Embry threw a pot on the stove, it clashed loudly. "Pasta?"

"I don't care."

"Of course not." I decided to ignore that, and got some sauce out of the fridge. The busy work of preparing dinner took my mind off Claire for a few minutes. Not long, though. When I felt Embry shove me out of the way I realized I had been staring into the sauce thinking of her, and it was smoking slightly.

"You know what?" He said. "Why don't you just go mope over there--" he gestured with his hands vaguely-- "and I'll make dinner."

"Gladly." I went and moped. I could almost kill myself for being so lax about keeping my walls up around my mind. I had been lucky, before, with it always being Jared or Seth, or someone other than Sam changing when I was just thinking about her freely. But why did he have to be so mad about it? So I kissed her. So I slept in the same bed as her. He could see it was nothing more. He could see all my thoughts, all my intentions. And I didn't have any intentions of hurting her! How would he like it, if he couldn't touch Emily? I thought I should get Jacob to order him to not touch her, ever, but then I realized that Jacob could only order everyone else around, not Sam.

I hated Sam. I hated him. Why did we have to have such an obnoxious person as our alpha? Why couldn't Jake have just taken it while he could!

I ate dinner as fast as I could, and Embry just shook his head at me and left, out with some blonde girl from Forks. Before he left he said these helpful words to me. "Don't kill yourself."

Ha.

I know it's short, (compared to the last one) but I'm really busy with packing and stuff. Because I'm going on a trip for like three weeks and I won't be able to update...sorry! But I might update once or something before I leave but don't count on it. So, that's why I won't be updating for three weeks. Sorry again!!

Review?