The Twilight Series belongs to S. Meyer, no copyright infringement is intended. I'm just playing with the characters.
Leah had enough of Rachel's teasing so she ended up leaving her at the bar and went outside for some fresh air. She found her brother outside looking like a man on fire. Poor kid, Rachel had practically stripped him naked with her eyes.
"So…Rachel really knows how to run the Clearwaters off, doesn't she," she joked.
Seth stared at her blankly for a moment before answering, "Yeah, she does. I don't remember her being like that."
"Oh, you're probably thinking of Rebecca. Rachel was always a trouble-maker. She's the one who instigated nearly everything that I got in trouble for growing up. Rebecca and I were her pawns."
"When people grow-up don't they usually settle down or something?"
She laughed, "Probably normal people but Rachel's like a sixteen-year boy. Always starting fights, rebelling…you get the idea."
Seth inwardly groaned. Of course, just his luck, he was stuck with an imprint who'd be the death of him. He barely remembered what it was like to be sixteen. His sister had left, he turned into a giant wolf at the same time his father died, and then there had been the newborn war. He went from being an innocent fifteen-year old to what felt like thirty in the course of months.
"I think I need another drink," he told her and walked back inside.
Jake had seen Leah go outside and realized just before he walked out that Seth was out there too, so he patiently waited for Seth to come back in. He laughed when he saw the look on Seth's face as he headed to the bar. It seemed his sister hadn't changed.
Seeing his opportunity, he headed outside. Spotting Leah standing near one of the benches, he walked over to her. Someone had strung up small lights in the nearby trees, giving the outside a soft glow.
"I take it Rachel got to him," he said.
"Yeah, your sister is something else. First she wanted to discuss your sexual prowess. Then she had to eye-fuck him after bemoaning the loss of La Push's man-whore. After that she told me how it looked like there were multiple replacements. I had to get away from her before I ended up killing her."
"Sounds like Rachel," he said with a grin.
"Which brings me to you," she said glaring at him. "While I was getting the inquisition in front of not only my brother but two of his friends, why haven't you told them yet? I'm going out on a limb here but if Rachel didn't know, and then Rebecca must not either. You could've saved me just a bit of embarrassment," she told him as she poked her finger into his chest. "It's not like I expect you to go into details or anything, but you could have just mentioned this to them. By the way I happen to have a daughter with Leah."
He loved seeing the fire in her eyes and so did his wolf. Both the man and wolf were on alert; they didn't care if this female bossed them around or put them in their place. They both knew the pleasure that could be obtained from that.
"Leah, she rarely calls. She and Rebecca left and neither of them have ever mentioned returning. Obviously if I knew she was going to come home, I would've told her," he tried to pacify her.
"Whatever, Jacob. The entire tribe knows that my fatherless," she started by making air quotes, "daughter is yours. They're your sisters, don't you think that they should've been told for the simple fact that maybe they'd want to know that they had a niece."
"I've known for three weeks that I've had a daughter. I've barely had time to prepare myself for the idea much less figure out how to tell my sisters that I haven't seen in four, no five years."
"Are you implying that this has been easy for me," she thundered. "You act like I haven't had a hard time with all of this, too. Do you think it's been fun for me? I believed for years that someone else was my child's father and they helped me raise her, only to destroy the one friendship I've had since I left this place and a family that loved her. They sent out fucking Christmas cards with my huge belly announcing to the world, their family and friends about her arrival."
"Leah, I've never thought that. I don't understand why you have to be so irrational about this. So, I haven't told them. Rachel knows now, I'll call Rebecca and let her know. Honestly, a part of me figured my dad would be so excited that he'd tell them the news."
"Ooooh," she fumed. "It's just like a man to expect everyone else to take care of things for him. Each and every one of you is cut from the same mold. I don't even know why I bother talking to you. I need a drink," and with that she stormed away leaving Jake to rethink strategy.
He could only hope that Rachel was kept occupied by Seth, so when he was ready to make his move, his plan would work. Maybe her being hot and bothered was better than her being tipsy. He could hardly wait to argue with her in the future so they could have make-up sex. He groaned out loud and felt himself get half hard at the thought of make-up sex with Leah. She would probably be the death of him but what a way to go.
Returning to the bar, she ordered another drink. Her conscience decided to rear its ugly head again. Why do you keep tip-toeing around the issue? Just tell him, there's no shame in admitting that he's attractive and you want to spend another day or two in bed with him. Make some new memories. Slamming her drink down, she ordered another one. Looking around she saw Rachel flirting with Collin and Brady while Seth looked pained. She didn't understand what was going on, nor did she want to.
Obviously you're deluding yourself, missy. You know what's going on. The Clearwater siblings have some type of weird attraction to the Blacks. Do you want to be the only Clearwater that doesn't get lucky tonight? You know, her conscience told her as Leah looked over at her mom and Charlie, she's going to tap that tonight. Just tell him, you'd like to do it for old time's sake. You know exactly how Rachel is; she's getting your brother all hot and bothered. Before the night is over she'll make a man out of him. And you'll get to go home all alone. Maybe you should just trade in your bed for a twin-size, it's not like you get any action anyway.
She needed to get out of here before she went nuts. She walked outside and was so intent looking for her car that she didn't see him approach. "Leah, you're leaving?" Jake asked.
"Yeah, I'm all partied-out. Now if I can just find my car, I'll be out of here."
"Leah," he chided. "Paul and Bella took your car home. I gave them a ride here cause Paul's truck is in the shop, we've been waiting on some parts to come in. Thankfully they didn't drive Bella's behemoth cause there's no way I'd let my daughter travel in that. I watched you give them the keys and everything."
She stared at him as she tried to remember. She remembered talking to them. She gave them permission to take her daughter home. But she didn't remember them discussing vehicles. She must've had more to drink than what she thought. Shaking her head slightly to clear the fog, she muttered, "Sure that was my most brilliant idea yet. Now how am I supposed to get home?"
"I can give you a ride," he offered.
"Fine, just let's get the fuck out of here."
Sue Clearwater, well now Sue Swan did not understand what was going on with her children. At some point Lottie had left, Leah didn't even bring her up to say goodbye. And Seth and Leah had spent more time at the bar drinking, than socializing. Now her daughter had disappeared again and her son looked ready to kill someone.
She was trying to figure it all out when Quil came up and asked her to dance. Taking his hand, she allowed him to lead her out onto the dance floor. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Seth motioning Collin and Brady outside. His gaze was even more thunderous than it had been a few minutes ago.
Quil had waited all night to distract Sue and Charlie. He'd already seen Leah and Jake leave. But know there was the situation with Rachel and Seth. Seth was probably going to kill Collin and Brady and the last thing they needed was Charlie coming to break up the fight. Questions would get asked and they'd all be in trouble.
He kept up a neutral conversation as he danced with Sue. When the music ended, he brought Sue back to Charlie's side. He'd seen her looking around anxiously for Seth, so now was the time. He stood in front of Charlie and then moved slightly so that he could pound Charlie on the back. With a glimmer of mirth, he baldly asked Charlie, "So, is tonight the night that you're going to give Sue here the famous Charlie-moustache ride?"
Sue looked at Quil horrified, all thoughts of her children gone. Charlie was searching his side for his service revolver which was thankfully absent. Not that getting shot would kill him but he was sure it would hurt like hell.
"Son," Charlie said drawing himself up to his full height which was still at least four inches shorter than Quil as he continued in his chief of police voice, "I don't seem to remember you being this stupid. I'm only going to assume that you've hunted one too many leeches and it's rotted your brain. So I suggest you leave before I find a way to hurt you."
"Sure, chief," he said with a salute walking away. His job was done. He no longer saw Seth or Rachel, so hopefully those two had made a clean getaway, too.