Author Note: Holy Pie and underwear! I can't believe I am finally re-publishing my first Fanfiction! I am so excited I just might internally combust! I don't know your opinion on Twilight or Stephanie Meyer, but I hope that I did some justice to Jacob and the rest of La Push. I am going to try my hardest as an author and try to publish as much as I possibly can. Try. Anywho you know the drill. I do NOT own Twilight (Cause if I did, it would be different. A LOT different). All rights and characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. Except for Nikki who is my character, I made up. If you didn't catch it- I wrote this story years ago, but it was very badly written. I think I improved it, even just a little.

Chapter 1:

The screeching of the train caused Nikki's heart to race at the base of her neck. Life had truly gone from bad to worse. It was the eve of her mother's funeral when she discovered that the father she believed was dead was very much alive. So much so that she would be moving in with him once the summer began. Even more shocking was learning about her half-brother who also lived with him. Her mother held many secrets but none of them was as big as this one, as far as she was concerned. She couldn't even be mad at her mother for lying to her about this side of her family because she was no longer on this plane of existence. Pushing that sad, sad thought from her mind, she secured her duffle bag over her shoulder and grabbed her single luggage bag filled with the last of her old life.

Stepping out onto the platform, her eyes took in the sights of what this side of Washington had to offer. She was moving to a reservation named La Push but she didn't know much else about the place. She was from a much larger city so it was going to take some getting used to living in a small town. The fluttering of nervous butterflies in her stomach was not easily ignored. The nausea was so strong, she was certain she would vomit at any second. Questions raced through her mind so fast that she couldn't hold onto a single idea. The doubt that this family she just found out about could love her nearly as much as her mother did and that caused her hands to shake as she clung to her luggage for support.

She wanted to run. Flight or fight was happening in full-force but for some reason, she was frozen in place. It felt like she ran a full marathon and she couldn't catch her breath. Was this a panic attack? Was she having a full breakdown waiting for her estranged father in a random train station? A giggle snuck its way past her lips before she clamped her mouth shut. She was going crazy from grief and she had no one to lean on. She sighed heavily trying to get her mind clear and sanity back. She was her mother's tether to the world. She was such a vivacious woman with her head in the clouds- and Nikki was her rock there to keep her grounded. Now that she was gone, she felt herself sinking into the darkness with no escape.

The dark imagery was interrupted by the sound of a male's timbre voice sounding off in front of her. The sound somehow made her body even tenser and it took everything in her to move her eyes from the ground to the person mere inches away.

"Nikki?"

The man before her was slimmer than she pictured he would be. His sun-kissed skin had a story of wrinkles with emphasis around his deep-set brown eyes, a mirror of her own. He seemed like a man who liked to smile. He wasn't smiling now. Instead, he seemed hesitant like he was approaching a skittish doe that would take off at the first wrong move. She supposed that was exactly the case. A giggle threatened to escape again at the thought of her being some innocent deer in front of this weathered native man.

"Yes," she spoke barely more than a whisper. Her mind couldn't seem to catch up with the situation and it seemed like the only reasonable thing to say.

For a beat, they both just stood there as other passengers went by. Time seemed to stand still as they took in each other's appearances. She was shorter than him, her frame only reached 5'4 inches while he stood over six feet. She was dressed in a comfortable pair of jeans for traveling but wore a more formal black blouse since she wasn't quite sure what to wear to meet a stranger named father. He was in jeans as well and a flannel work shirt tucked in. It seemed he didn't go out of his way to dress up for her, which was oddly comforting. Their gaze met again and it felt as if he was searching for something in her eyes. Her mother used to say that a person's soul could be seen in their eyes. Was he looking for hers? Would he be disappointed to see that her soul died alongside her mother?

He shifted on his feet in an awkward, nervous gesture. It was nice to see she wasn't the only one nervous about all this. He offered his hand for a handshake and that produced a snort from Nikki. A smile broke out on his face and it was just as warm as she pictured moments ago. The tension in her chest escaped with a sigh as a smile formed on her own face. She closed the distance with her own hand and gave him a firm shake.

"There is, uh, a lot to talk about. But you must be tired from the trip. I will load your bags in the truck and we can head to the reserve before the rain comes."

Nikki turned her eyes upwards to the cloudy blue sky. It didn't look like the white fluffs carried the gray gloom of rain. "The rain?" she ventured quietly.

This caused a warm chuckle to escape the older man and she realized she was warming up to him. "It doesn't look like it, but you can smell it in the air. No worries, you will get used to it."

She sniffed the air the moment he said it but stiffened when he said she would get used to it. Would she? She couldn't imagine herself getting used to anything with her mother's presence nearby. It had been the two of them for so long… How would she depend on anyone else?

He caught the shift in the mood it seemed because a quiet fell between them. He offered to carry the luggage she had and she allowed him to do it. The silence that fell between them continued as he directed them to his beat down Chevy truck. He hefted the bags into the back and put them inside a mostly empty tool chest. The silver of the box glistened in the streams of sunlight that escaped the cloud coverage. She watched briefly before she slipped inside the cab. The scent was very masculine and woodsy. It wasn't a bad smell at all, just very foreign. After a moment, her father slipped in beside her and pulled away from the train station. There was no going back now. She was heading to her new "home". Though she doubted any place would truly feel like home again.

Author note: I hope you enjoyed reading this! I would LOVE if you could leave a review and tell me your thoughts. More chapters are coming your way! All of which are being revised from their previous scary state. I am going to hide in my dumpster now. See you soon!