A/N: 2 posts - 1 day. Whoops...but ah, so it begins...Nessie and Jake on the road. This time, it's much different than my previous plot line of Outcast. Some tearful goodbyes, the Cullen's off on a new adventure and several teases from me on what's to come for the future of this fic. xx ALSO we are almost to 2,000 views...come on phantom readers, I know you would love to review :*

Chapter Seventeen – Just Jacob and Ness

secrets i have held in my heart
are harder to hide than i thought
maybe i just wanna be yours
i wanna be yours, i wanna be yours

-arctic monkeys, i wanna be yours

I trailed behind mom and dad, slipping into the forest to hunt together one last time. No one had said a word yet, but how could we?

"Renesmee, I think we need to have a conversation." My mother blurted out, turning and taking my hand in hers, lacing our fingers together like we used to when I was much smaller.

I swallowed and nodded, keeping my eyes on the forest floor.

"We recognize that you and Jacob have . . . begun your adult relationship." She began, but abruptly stopped talking.

Dad made his bridge-pinching-nose-breathing sound when he heard my thoughts drift to what Jacob and I had done last night.

"Sorry." I muttered, glancing up at him.

"Renesmee, we have watched you grow up in seven short years." He stated curtly. "We had known this day would come – we just never expected it to be with Jacob Black, or to come so soon. It's irony in its most raw form that you two according to some cosmic werewolf law, are made for each other." He announced with a sigh.

"But?" I asked, knowing it was coming.

Dad shot me a pointed look, "But, we are truly thankful for him. It took many conversations with your mother to understand your feelings – I may not like it, but I do . . . approve. Jacob is someone we trust with you. We had never known who you might fall in love with, and while you grew we often speculated the possibility between a vampire and human, and both ideas seemed irresponsible. Jacob does make sense, in an unfortunate way."

"Edward." My mother chastised, shooting him a disapproving scowl.

He pursed his lips, "I can see and hear the bond between you two. The pull, his thoughts – I may not understand it, but I respect it. I know Jacob would do anything for you. Something a father could only hope his daughter would find."

I felt the tears prick at my eyes, but blinked them away. "You . . . aren't angry?"

Daddy sighed, deep and long. "No, Renesmee. I can't be angry. He makes you incredibly happy, and you feel safe with him. I don't want to pretend I like the fact that a dog –"

"Edward." My mother hissed again, interrupting him.

His eyes flashed to hers with an apologetic glance. "That Jacob is the one to do so . . . but what he's willing to do for you makes me comfortable with your relationship."

I let out a short laugh of relief. "Dad, I found it odd when you didn't intervene on the morning of my birthday when Jacob showed up after our fight, but it makes sense now."

Dad nodded and gave me a crooked grin, "I wanted to murder him for his thoughts but I knew you needed to hear what he had to say. I couldn't stop the two of you if I tried, honestly."

I stopped walking and pulled him into a hug, he staggered a bit before returning it. "Thank you." I whispered before pulling away and darting off towards the scent of mountain lion.

I sat with my father at the piano in our music room, gliding my fingers along to keys next to him, playing my mother's favorite song Clair de Lune. Jacob stood across the room, his arms crossed, leaning against the wall with a soft expression. I tried not to look at him, but how could I not? The sonata intensified and it felt like the telling of our story.

The rest of my family sat by idly, watching us together as they always did growing up. It was bittersweet, feeling like this might be the last time we ever did anything together for a long while. I had grown up imagining them to always be there, by my side. But now that fantasy had been shattered. I could try and pick up the pieces of the broken dream but I would rather move forward and begin my own mosaic. One where I'm not at the center of a power grab from our underworld leaders.

No one said a word, no one moved a muscle. They just let us play song after song, because when our ballads ended it would mean it was time to go – and that was just unreal.

Nahuel had left hours ago, needing to get back to Huilen and track down his father to see if his suspicions were true. He left before being truly informed of my future.

I had felt my own heartbreak at the possibility that others of our kind had died for the Volturi's cause. It wasn't right, but the Volturi never did anything at the expense of anyone's mercy.

I closed my eyes and prattled on the keys a bit rougher, pushing more emphasis into the next song. Nocturne, a song I knew like the back of my hands.

I exhaled the breath I was holding in as I played out the last 30 seconds of the dramatic piece, and held my finger on the last note. I opened my eyes and peered around the room, the couples in my family had been grasping onto one another, twirling around the room.

"It's time, Renesmee." My father solemnly said next to me, brushing curls that had fallen in my face behind my ear. He gave me a tender, crooked grin and kissed my forehead.

I bit back the tears, and pulled him into an embrace where we sat on the bench. "Plus que ma proper vie." I whispered into his shirt.

He tightened his arms around me and nodded against my head. "More than my own life."

I felt the cold, delicate hands of my mother on my shoulder and pulled away from my dad, and fell into the arms of my mother.

Saying goodbye felt like a scene from a movie. Long, silent embraces because no one knew what to say when you couldn't say 'I'll see you soon'. I took my time with each relative, memorizing their features, their scents, and their eyes. The golden color was the same, but each set of eyes truly did look unique to me. Grandma Esme's were calm and kind, and Grandpa Carlisle's shined with knowledge and compassion. Aunt Rosalie's were fierce and beautiful; where's Uncle Emmett's were childlike. Uncle Jasper's eyes held stories and wisdom; Aunt Alice's sparkled with curiosity and enthusiasm. Then there were my parents. My favorite pair, after Jacob's.

Momma's were maternal and strong, they held you captivated with their beauty. Daddies eyes were the most interesting. They shone with self awareness and true depth of what it means to love with no limits.

I would miss their golden gazes most of all.

"I love you all so much." I choked back, letting Jacob pull me into his arms for comfort. I relished in his heat after being tied up in the cold arms of my family for so long.

"We will call you when we can." Aunt Alice said, handing me a cell phone. I winced, knowing that might not happen for a while. They had devised a plan all afternoon, and it was not one I ever wanted. My family were going to leave behind their human like lifestyle, and become nomads. That's all I was allowed to know. I didn't know when they might ever come back to civilization. And the majority of them had no idea Jacob and I weren't staying in this town. No one was allowed to truly know besides my parents and Alice.

It was safer that way.

Alice predicted we would have two years, before the Volturi would try and show up here and recognize we were long gone. There were many scenarios she saw, based on different choices. The most problematic one was the choice my parents and Alice make to join the Volturi to shift Aro's attention away from me. A sacrifice; a testament that they truly did love me more than their own lives.

What would happen between now and then? What would Jacob and I be doing? Would we be married? Would we have children?

Jacob and I stood together in the living room, and watched my family walk out the front doors one by one until it was just Jacob, myself, and my parents.

"Please take care of her, Jacob." My mother pleaded softly, reaching out her hand and cupping my cheek. "Please protect her, love her, and cherish her."

Jacob nodded, "I will everyday of my life."

My dad turned around and ran his hands through his hair, until he was gripping his neck.

He faced us and his expression softened, but the pain was still there. "You have my blessing, Jacob." He announced, staring hard at Jacob's face.

Jacob stuck his hand out for a shake, and my father gripped his hand tightly. "You will do everything in your power to make her happy."

"Thank you, Edward. I promise."

The tears were running down my face now. I was so scared to watch them walk out that door. Thousands of memories blurred through my mind, and questions I had never asked them popped into my head. Would I ever get to play piano with my dad again, or read with my mother? Would they be there when I got married? Would they meet Jacob and I's children?

"Momma, daddy!" I sobbed, throwing myself into their joint embrace. They held me tightly as I sobbed. I placed my palms on each of their cheeks as I pulled away and showed them my first memories of them. My father's voice, how good it sounded to hear them repeat my name for the first time, the overwhelming feeling of being loved and protected by both of them.

"I love you." They told me in unison.

My mother sighed and kissed my palm. "You will have an extraordinary life, Renesmee."

I nodded and let my father wipe my tears away. "We will always be with you, even when we are not."

It happened in slow motion, as most dramatic moments in your life tend to. I pulled away, and took a step back. Watching them look at me one more time before blurring out of the room.

As always, my world stopped. It was quiet, still and so eerie knowing they all were truly . . . gone.

"Nessie?" Jacob spoke after a few moments, placing a warm hand on my waist. "They're gone." He confirmed for me, knowing I was listening for any trace they were still around.

"I know." I told him, the utter brokenness in my voice was heavy.

"I'm so sorry, Nessie." Jacob choked out, his voice breaking. I turned to face him to see tears in his eyes. "Your pain is my pain. I know how hard this is for you, but I promise. I will see to it everyday to make your life amazing."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself up on my tip toes, locking our lips together in a much needed kiss.

"I love you, my Jacob."

He rested his forehead against mine, and looked down at me with my favorite pair of eyes.

"I love you forever, my Nessie. Are you . . . ready?" He questioned nervously.

I gave him one of those weak chuckles people do to stop from crying more and nodded. "Not really, but I'm as ready as I'll ever be." He kissed my forehead and picked up our bags. Clothing, pictures, belongings I couldn't leave behind. My mothers favorite books, daddies sheet music from the '20's, Carlisle's medical records for me, tapes of home movies Rosalie insisted on making, jewelry from Alice, one of Jaspers war medals, Esme's recipe book and Emmett's favorite ring. Memento's of my family for me to cherish. I looked around at the place I had grown up in for the last four years and sighed, taking Jacob's outstretched hand and walking out the front door. I locked it behind us and followed Jacob to my car.

"Where's Seth?" I blurted out recognizing my friend was no where to be seen.

He tossed our bags in the open truck and shut it forcefully, before sliding into the driver's seat.

I got in the passenger side and watched him carefully. He started the car and shifted into drive, pulling away from the house. I looked at the floor of my rover, not wanting the memory of watching this life fade behind us.

"Seth is staying behind to handle a few things. We got an offer on the house already, so he's just working that out for me. He'll be home tomorrow afternoon."

Home. The word held a different meaning in my heart now. Home was no longer Canada, no longer these frosted woods. Home was going to be with Jacob, in La Push.

"I'm nervous to meet your family and friends." I admitted sheepishly. "What if they don't like me . . . because of what I am?"

He looked at me seriously and shrugged. "Nessie, your smile is contagious. It would be hard for even Leah to not like you. Besides, I don't care."

I furrowed my brows, "Seth's sister?"

He nodded, "Leah is . . . uh well, Leah. You'll see what I mean tomorrow night."

La Push was about a six-hour drive from us, and we would be there tonight before midnight . . . but one thing I hadn't thought about was where we would sleep when we got there. I fiddled with the hem of my sweater and peered up at Jacob.

"Where are we going to live Jacob?" I pointedly asked.

Jacob chuckled, "Well . . . we're going to stay with my dad for a bit, until the finalization of the sale from the house comes through and then I thought we could . . . build our own."

I looked at him with shock, "Build a house together?"

He grinned his sunshine smile at me. "Yeah, Ness. Whatever you want."

"I'm sorry that you and Seth did all that work building over summer . . . only to have to give it up."

Jacob shook his head. "Nessie, nothing matters to me besides you. That was just a place to sleep. You are my home."

I exhaled dramatically, blowing my cheeks out. "So . . . I meet them tomorrow?"

He nodded, "We're throwing a traditional bonfire, it's gonna be sort of like a welcome party. For us."

"Welcome party?"

"Yeah, it's like . . . well, its not really an initiation but it is. The elders tell stories of our tribe, which means you're being welcomed into the community. No outsiders allowed, your mom actually came to one of our bonfires before too."

"That sounds really special." I admitted, ignoring the tinge of jealously at the mention of my mother and Jacob hanging out together. They were friends, and it was long before me.

"It is, besides – everyone's excited to meet the Alpha's girl." He waggled his eyebrows. "Seth went on and on about how cool you are to Emily over the phone, so the wolf girls are really excited to have another girl around."

I scoffed, "Wolf girls?"

"Yeah, the other imprints. Emily, Kim, and Rachel my sister. Claire too – but she's only 10 so she won't be there. Too late for her to be out." Jacob announced easily. I was still trying to wrap my head around this wolf business.

"Rachel is an imprint?!" I questioned excitedly.

He nodded, "Yup." Popping the 'P' at the end. "Paul imprinted on her, he was one of the first few to phase. They've been together for almost 8 years."

I bit my lip, 8 years was longer than I was alive for. I wondered if they had children.

"Do any of the imprint's have children?"

He nodded, "Yeah. Rachel and Paul are expecting twin sons soon. Emily and Sam have a little boy named Cheveyo. Kim and Jared have a new baby boy, too. Dakota."

I raised my brows, "A lot of boys."

Jacob snorted, "Yeah – it's the genes."

"Would you want a boy?" I asked quietly, looking up at him under my lashes.

Jacob grinned brightly, "Every man wants a son, but I think every man needs a daughter." Jacob announced proudly. "I would love a little girl just like you."

I blushed wildly and buried my face in my hands. "I was a weird kid."

"I mean; I think I would be pretty weird too if I had vampires raising me to be a mini genius by the time I was two." He joked, letting out a deep laugh.

My smile fell and I looked out the window. How had I already pushed my family out of my mind so easily?

"Ness – shit. I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to upset you." He swore, looking back and forth between me and the road.

I shook my head and met his gaze momentarily. "It's okay, Jake. I have to accept it; you know? I can't just break down if we talk about them."

He nodded, "I understand, just let me know if you don't want to – okay? I know this is hard, I don't want to make it harder."

I rested my head against the cool glass of the window and watched as we drove towards the border into Washington.

"Hey, Ness. Can you open the dash and get our passports?"

I furrowed my brows, but did as he said. I opened it and saw a manila envelope. I picked it up and peered inside, there were birth certificates, social security cards, multiple driver's licenses and four different passports.

"Holy shit Jacob." I muttered, "This is – this is crazy?! Why so many!" I picked up one of the passports, and looked it over. It said I was twenty-one and that my name was . . .

"Vanessa Carlie Black?" I questioned out loud, looking at Jacob in disbelief.

He blushed so deeply I could actually see it under his russet skin. "Yeah, Edward thought it was best just to . . . depict that we were married so we wouldn't have to try and update ID's after we actually did get married. And to change your name, just in case."

I opened the envelop again, and noticed another paper. I glanced at it quickly, "Jacob there's a blank marriage certificate in here, too."

His blush intensified, "Ye – yeah we gotta fill it out . . . after."

I licked my lips and let out a deep sigh. "I – wow. It didn't really set in until now."

"What didn't?"

I turned and smiled at him. "That I get to marry you. And we get to spend our lives together."

Jacob matched my grin and nodded, "Yeah, Ness. Me too. It's kind of crazy to think about, isn't it? Now, stick that envelop under the seat and hand me the two passports for us with the last name Black."

"We have others?" I asked, as I did what he said.

He nodded, "Yeah, we have another set with the last name Wolfe." He admitted sheepishly, "Just in case."

I laughed to myself, "Clever, dad."

Jacob pulled up to the border patrol booth, and handed them our passports. He made small talk as the officer looked them over, flashing his dashing grin and soon we were on our way.

"You're very charming, Jacob." I noted, nodded my head back towards the disappearing booth behind us.

He shrugged, "I'm a Black. Just wait 'til you meet dad."

I bit my lip, and looked back out the window. I let myself fall deep into my thoughts as we rode in comfortable silence. The idea that my family gave up the comfortable life they had led for so long just to keep me out of harms way tore my conscious apart. They had truly loved me so much; they would do whatever it took to keep me safe. I was going to miss the human experience of school, surprisingly. I had gone for so long, it felt weird to suddenly . . . not go. I had spent the last three years of my short life in that building. It had been weird to adjust to, but deep down I did like it. I had never made friends, but it was nice interacting with humans. What did that mean for my future life in La Push? Would I fit in with these other imprintee's? Maybe I could truly have all the human experiences I craved like going to the movies, or to the mall with girlfriends I wasn't related to. I was very excited to experience my first bonfire. I had never seen one, with a highly flammable family and all.

"Jacob?" I spoke up, my voice horse from the hours I had stayed silent.

He glanced over at me, "Yeah, Ness?"

"When we . . . get to La Push, I want to make a list of things we have to do."

He furrowed his brows but kept his eyes on the road, "Like what?"

I smiled to myself, "Things like go on a date, take a vacation, go to the movies . . . I don't know. Experiences."

He grinned, "Okay, baby. Whatever you want."

"And – I want to get a job."

Jacob's eyes widened, "What?"

I laughed and threw my head back, "Yeah! I want to . . . I want us to have as normal of a life as possible."

His eyebrows raised, "I mean . . . we just have to be careful . . ."

I shot him a look, "Jacob I've been hidden away most of my life and even something as trivial as going to school was exhilarating just because I got to interact with humans. It can be somewhere on the reservation, but I won't stay cooped up in a love shack with you."

"Oh, you won't?" He teased, waggling his eyebrows.

"Let's just pretend for a moment that I'm not half-vampire, and you're not a shape-shifter. We're just Jacob and Nessie. You work on cars and I . . . I can be a waitress!"

Jacob chuckled to himself, "Why a waitress?"

I shrugged, "I don't know, I always liked going to Jeb's so much for the atmosphere."

"Alright. Just Jacob and Ness it is."

A/N: Not what you all expected, huh?! I liked the idea of Nessie and Jacob getting to run away together and have this secret love affair under the Volturi's noses….but that doesn't mean it'll work out. ;) Who wants a chapter in Jacob's point of view? Really debating it! Review and let me know if you'd want a Jacob POV.