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35. Building

I was the Spring break already, already! I hadn't realized how much time had passed. I'd always thought I'd been a couple of weeks ahead of the book, but with this revelation I realized I was wrong. I guess it didn't really matter, but some part of me was pained to know this fact, curling and spinning in pain. I knew I'd forgotten something, and that was probably what was causing this little stabbing.

I fixed up some breakfast for me and Charlie, porridge of course, and was out the door as soon as I could be. Charlie chuckled, but he was used to this. I spent all my time at La Push now, and I wanted to catch some moments with Jake before he had to run off with the pack. I found I could spend more time with him in the morning, even if it was in the moments he was so tired and squinty he poured his cereal into the sink instead of his bowl. I giggled at the memory as I drove.

I pulled into the Black's driveway and hopped out almost before the engine had turned off. I let myself in the home, and Billy smiled above his cup of coffee. He was in his robe; I'd seen him in it along with his slippers enough that he didn't even care anymore. He was reading a paper in one hand, eyes slightly upset still from whatever he'd just read. "Hello Bella, I'm surprised you're here so early on Spring break. Didn't you want to sleep in?"

"Nope," I popped the p, going over to him to read over his shoulder.

"Jake's not up yet, he's taking advantage to get some good shut eye. Poor boy was out until 3 last night." I pursed my lips; another good thing about us finally catching Victoria would be that Jake would finally get some sleep. I worried about that fact, especially when I could feel the lethargy in his muscles. If he were tired, his reflexes wouldn't be as fast, and if they had to confront Victoria... I shuddered.

"What are you reading about?" I asked Billy, mainly to distract myself of the thoughts of a slow wolf against a tireless vampire.

"Missing hiker," he answered, voice hard. "They better find the leach soon, that's the second this week." He almost growled the words. I clenched my jaw; trying not to read the name, see the picture. We were going to make it all right; Victoria wouldn't kill anyone for much longer.

"Another one?" a groggy voice asked from the doorway. Jake was standing there, squinting through sleepy eyes, a thin drool line down one cheek. I would have smiled, if the previous topic hadn't been so dark.

Jake walked over, peering at the newspaper. His tired face scrunched up, angry even in his state of half-consciousness.

I poured Jake a bowl of cereal, the biggest in the house. He sat took the bowl from me, smiling in thanks. He ate quickly and hungrily, spilling mil onto his bare chest. I shook my head, grabbing a paper towel to wipe it off. I'd seen Jake topless enough to only slightly swoon when I saw him now, which explained why I took my time wiping off the liquid. Jake smirked slightly past his mouth of food, and I slapped his arm lightly before throwing away the sodden lump in my hand.

I turned back to him, whispering in his ear. "Maybe I should walk around topless, give you a taste of your own medicine."

Jake blushed, but I had a feeling he wouldn't exactly object. I slapped him again.

The door rang, and being the only one standing I had to answer. I swung the door open, not smiling at who was at the door. Sam was there, in the customary shorts that was almost like a uniform to the pack. Off to the side, in the forest, I saw Embry, Jarred and Paul, all clearly waiting. "It's only eight, you can't want him already." My voice was close to a whine, and therefore not very persuasive.

Sam smiled at me. "It's okay Bella, we'll bring him back, I promise." He laughed at me, rolling his eyes. I frowned, back smiled back.

"Okay, I lend you him." Sam laughed again, and I giggled a little.

"Lend who?" Jake asked, suddenly behind me. He was already in his shorts, a touch of milk still in the corners of his mouth. He wiped it off, and tried to get around me, rearing to go. It twinged a little that he was so eager to go, to leave me, but I knew he was j7ust eager to finish off Victoria. He'd told me he'd rather spend the time with me, and I believed him... mostly.

"You, I was just getting permission to borrow you from Bella," Sam grinned at me. Jake raised an eyebrow.

"I wanted to rent you, but Sam wouldn't pay 2 bucks a day."

"And since when am I property?" Jake asked.

"Since now," I smiled, and wrapped my arms around his neck. I stretched up on my tip toes to reach his lips. There was wolf whistles in the background as we kissed, but I ignored them, focusing only on Jake's warmth, and gentleness.

We didn't kiss often; it still felt odd for me. Jake was my everything now that Edward had gone, but the ghost of his kisses lingered in every one I gave Jake. It hurt with each kiss, but Jake's happiness was worth it. When I pulled away from him his grin could barely stay on his face, his happiness glowing from him. He flipped off the guys that were still calling, not looking away from my eyes. "Be careful," I whispered to him, placing another on his mouth.

"I will." Jake was overly confident, but serious as he said this. He was sure of himself, and that he could take on Victoria, but he knew I wasn't as confident of his skills, and knew she was extremely dangerous. I trusted him to keep himself safe, but knew that if he had to put himself in harm's way to get Victoria he would.

I watched as he ran off with Sam, and stared for too long at the patch of woods they'd disappeared into. Billy wheeled himself beside me, staring off to where I had been. "He'll be fine Bella; you need to have more faith in the packs skills. After all, there are five of them, and they know what to do."

I sighed, turning back to him. "I guess you're right. Anyway, I have an idea of what I want to do today."

"You're starting today?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"I'll go call Harry and Charlie."

I'd gone to the hardware store, picked up my order, and had set up back here. It was a nice day, cloudy but not scheduled to rain for a few days. I smiled at the sky, it was being nice today.

Then I started working, getting my spray can to mark out the area where I was going to build. Billy watched me, occasionally calling out jokes like, "You need to make it bigger to fit the hot tub in," or, "Where are you going to map put the bowling alley?" I'd laugh them off, Charlie makes worse jokes.

And he did make worse jokes, with Harry too, when they arrived. I didn't mind, it was good to have Charlie less stressed, less work-obsessed, and it was great having someone to talk to while I was digging holes for the support poles and smoothing out the concrete. Of course being men they couldn't help, well, helping. Charlie dug the whole beside me, and Harry started mixing the cement.

It was going well, and by lunch I'd accomplished much more than I thought I would. The support beams were in and the concrete flat smoothed and setting. It was still no where hear a room, but looked more professional than I thought I could do.

Billy, unable to help much, had cooked us some lunch. Fish of course. Harry complained jokingly that it wasn't as good as his own, but ate the greasy food greedily. I convinced them out of sitting down for a beer, and we started work again.

We were nailing in the sides when it happened.

Harry had been laughing, joking along with us as he tried to lift a beam way too heavy for him. With on almighty heave he lifted it off the ground. He smiled at us for a few moments, before the frown came. He dropped the beam, and it clattered on the ground across a bunch of tools.

A hand went to his chest, and he squeezed his shirt together, grunting.

"Are you okay Harry?" Charlie asked.

It was then that I remembered that feeling of something forgotten wasn't wrong. Harry's heart attack, it was happening. "Charlie, call an ambulance!" I yelled.

Charlie looked at me confusedly, then back to Harry who was talking again. "I'm fine; it's just a little tightness in my chest. I'm fine, it's only been happening for a couple of m..." that was when his legs collapsed.

"CHARLIE!" I called again, "CALL AN AMBULANC! HE'S HAVING A HEART ATTACK!"

I ran to Harry's body, vaulting over bars and a corner of wet concrete. I crouched over his body, checking putting my hands over his chest. Charlie seemed almost like a statue, simply staring at his long time friend, his mouth hung open. "CHARLIE CALL THEM NOW!" I ordered.

He turned slowly, and with that motion he was suddenly reanimated, running to the house and calling at Billy.

I turned back to the man beneath me, his eyes looking glazed as they stared to the sky. I pushed my hand above his heart, closing my eyes and concentrating as hard as I could. My gift sprung into motion with the contact, and I found the muscle I was looking for fast. Harry's heart was slowly dying, the blood vessel supplying that all important oxygen was clogged. I felt the cells slowly suffocating, dying, and knew we didn't have long.

I pushed my consciousness into that vein, forcing the muscles surrounding it to perform my will. I felt the hard lump clogging it, the mass of fat and blood. I felt the pressure on the walls on the vein. I tried to relax the muscle, which was trying to press against the offending blood clot, and it slowly did what I wanted. It was working, the vein was relaxing, but then I realized what would happen if I let the clot low away, it would clog another, smaller, vein.

So I did the only thing I could think to do. I steeled the already strained muscles in the veins, and forced them to press on the clot, squishing it, breaking it up, and grinding it down into smaller pieces. I felt it give, felt it break, felt the relief as the muscles relaxed. Then I concentrated on the clot itself, willing it out of Harry. I felt it move through his body, travelling through the gaps in his body.

When Charlie came back I pulled away from Harry, walking back so he could check on his friend.

Charlie hurried to his side, kneeling over him, telling him he'd called 911, that they were on their way and he just had to hold on. Harry smiled at my father, and then looked over to me, an even larger smile on his face, before resting his head back on the grass.

I looked away as Charlie turned his eyes to me, hiding my clenched hand behind my back. Charlie turned back to Harry, and I turned, looking at my fist. I opened it up, looking at the greasy spot in my palm. I flicked it away, hoping the clot would never bother anyone again.

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