Snow day today! I do not own the song Emotionless by Good Charlotte. Don't sue me, please.

Jacob's POV

"Hey Jake," Mercy said, her voice light and airy, betraying none of the stinging emotions I knew she was harboring. "Be a doll and go downstairs and get my ipod dock and the camera, please."

I was reluctant to leave her for even a second with her in this state, but I knew she'd be mad if I treated her differently just because it was Father's Day.

"Okay," I agreed, and rolled off the bed, smoothing my shirt and heading down the stairs.

I could hear Halen singing in the shower, her voice childish and off-key.

"Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, guess I'll go eat worms. Big fat juicy ones, little tiny skinny ones, see how they wiggle and squirm!"

I smiled. Contrary to Mercy's belief, everyone loved her siblings. No one thought they were pests.

Well, okay, Cissy was a brat. But the twins were adorable.

I knocked on the door loudly, cutting Halen's song short. "Halen? Can I come in? Mercy left her ipod in here."

"Okay!" She called back. These people were really comfortable in their own skins, weren't they?

I squinted my eyes, just to make sure nothing inappropriate would be seen. But Halen was completely hidden by the blurry glass shower door. She was a blob of peach against the backdrop of the wall behind her.

Still, I avoided my eyes, and retrieved the ipod and dock quickly. "Do you know where Mercy left the camera?"

"Probably by the computer." Halen replied.

I hastily shut the door, and went into the living room. Halen had been right. The camera was laying in it's case beside the computer screen. I grabbed it and started back up the stairs.

Mercy had put the dress on, and was rifling through the closet for shoes. I had never really noticed before, but she had tons of shoes. Like, millions. Probably more than she had outfits for them to go with.

"Jesus Mercy. And here I was thinking you weren't the type to like shopping." I said, recalling something I had thought to myself when desperately searching for an imprint in Seattle, what seemed like a lifetime ago. Did I really want an imprint that hung out in a mall all day?

I shoved that thought away. That thought belonged in the Dark Ages, where I had left Tortured Jacob, and Split-Up-Pack, and Monster Baby, and Harmful Bella.

"I don't," she agreed. "Not really. But shoes are my kryptonite."

She was bent over double, searching through a large, disorganized cardboard box full of shoes. It seemed she was farther behind on unpacking than she let on.

I studied her curves, the ones in all the right places, the angle she was bent over, the way her-

I cut my thoughts off. I was too much of a horn dog as it was. No need to egg it on.

"These?" She asked, holding out a pair of dark red ballet flats.

"It doesn't really match," I told her honestly, sitting the stuff down on her bed.

"Your right," she mumbled, and I could tell by her tone she was biting her lip.

She put the shoes back and kept digging.

I kept myself busy by plugging her ipod dock back in. "Anything in specific you want to listen to?"

"Um, there's a play list on there titled FD. Just play it." She answered distractedly, but there was an edge under her casual tone.

FD. Father's Day?

I didn't want to make it easier for her to wallow, but I didn't want to tell her no, and prevent her from coping in her own, odd way, either.

Against my better judgment, I turned the ipod on and hit the play list she had specified.

"Relax, Jake," she said, standing up straight and turning around as music began to play. "I make play lists for literally everything. You know this."

I just grunted as she came to sit beside me on the bed, a pair of red stilettos with ankle straps in her hands.

Hey dad I'm writing to you

Not to tell you

That I still hate you

Just to ask you

How you feel

And how we fell apart

How this fell apart,

"How is this supposed to help you feel better?" I huffed. Really, did she want to be miserable?

"I don't know, just shh!" She grumbled, getting up, considerably taller than when she had sat down, and began applying make up.

I wanted to tell her not to do that, that she was gorgeous without it. But Jared had made that mistake with Kim last week, and the result had been catastrophic.

Are you happy out there

In this great wide world

Do you think about your sons

Do you miss your little girl

When you lay your head down

How do you sleep at night

Do you even wonder if we're alright

But we're alright

We're alright

Mercy mouthed along the words with the guy singing, and I frowned a little, tilting my head to the side. She never sang herself, I realized. I wondered why.

It's been a long hard road without you by my side

Why weren't you there the nights that we cried

You broke my mother's heart

You broke your children for life

It's not ok but we're alright

I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes

But those are just a long lost memory of mine

I spent so many years

Learning how to survive

Now I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive

The days I spent

So cold, so hungry

Were full of hate I was so angry

The scars run deep inside

This tattooed body

There's things I'll take

To my grave

But I'm ok

I'm ok…

As the song went on, I realized Mercy was looking less and less hurt, and more and more angry.

I would take a pissed off Mercy over a hurting one any day. I knew anger well.

She put on gold eye shadow, and black eyeliner on the bottom, and lots of mascara. She still looked gorgeous, of course, but I wished she hadn't put it on.

When she was done, she handed me the vanilla lotion bottle, and with a look that clearly said I dare you. She grabbed the ipod dock remote and started flipping through less morbid songs, putting her left foot up on the edge of the bed.

I rose my eyebrows, but took the bottle from her, squirting some lotion onto my hand as a new song started playing.

I know you've suffered, but I don't want you to hide…

I worked my now oily hands over her ankle and lower calf, and she hummed in pleasure, closing her eyes.

It's cold and loveless, I won't let you be denied…

I went higher, trying to control my own wacky hormones. I was touching her like this because it made her feel better. This was not the day to pull her onto my lap and just-

Soothe me

I'll make you feel pure

Trust me

You can be sure

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart

I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask

I want to exorcise the demons from your past

I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

My hands reached her knee, and she made a little sound that made me question my own morals. Unable to take this slow and steady now, I stretched my arms out, rubbing my hands along her knee, and up and around her tiny thigh. My fingers brushed the edge of her dress and I shoved it out of the way.

You trick your lovers that you're wicked and divine

You may be a sinner

But your innocence is mine

Please me

Show me how it's done

Tease me

You are the one

"Jacob," she breathed, and I almost completely lost it. In order to keep myself focused, I put her left leg down and started on her right.

It took me less than half the time to get that one done, and then I had jerked on it hard enough to make her sit down on my lap.

Her lips met mine, and all thoughts shorted out.

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart

I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask

I want to exorcise the demons from your past

I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart…

Warning: Extreme smut! No lemons, yet, just a very intense make out. Still, I know how you guys freaked about the rating…

Our tongues met and clashed, and when she moved her legs to wrap them around my waist, it caused her hips to thrust against mine in a delicious sort of way that sent a thrill racing through my entire body.

Somehow she managed to undo all the buttons on my shirt, and I knew Sue coming over to help Dad with the ironing last night had been a wasted effort.

She rubbed her hands all along the expanse of my chest and stomach in that way I could hardly stand, and I leaned back onto the bed with her. Her hair fell forward and covered us, tickling my shoulder.

My hands moved down her ribs to the backs of her thighs, and I unthinkingly pushed her warm center against the bulge in my jeans.

Ending of extreme smut.

She made a startled little whimpering sound, and pulled back, and every nerve in my body sent out red flags at once.

My whole being went rigid and my eyes flew open to meet her wide blue ones.

"Shit. Sorry," I blurted out, remaining very still.

We were both panting, and the part of my mind that was still thinking Oh God yes, so good, mmm, noticed the wonderful way her chest heaved with every breath she took. I shoved that part of me back down.

"It's okay," she managed, and both of us waited for the tension between us to break. It didn't.

"I, um," I started, then shut my mouth again. What was I supposed to say? Sorry I took advantage of you on the one day of the year you're at your most vulnerable?

Sorry you get me so turned on I can't think straight?

Sorry for being a total and utter pig, but come on, that was freaking awesome and why did you stop?

Mercy smiled a little as the atmosphere de-escalated. "I was right."

"Right about what?"

"It's different with you than it was with Warren." She said matter-of-factly, and while the instinctive, primal jealousy rose up to scream MINE, another piece of me soared because I was better. Hell fucking yeah!

I grinned up at her. "Different as in odd, or different as in better?" Because, you know, I had to make sure that was what she meant.

"Different as in way, way better. The best." She clarified, and leaned down once more, careful not to move her waist, to kiss me cutely on the jaw and neck, and once, chastely, on the mouth.

"Damn straight," I nodded, and she laughed.

I also do not own Undisclosed Desires by Muse.

I've been wanting to include those two songs in the story forever, because they fit so well, I just never could find a place to put them. So I figured a filler chapter in between them moping and going to Emily's would work.

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