A/N: Whoops. Had this idea floating around my brain and thought, f*ck it. Might as well post it. Might be short. Might be long. Not sure. Set 17 years post BD2 (Movie) where they actually fight; instead of everyone walking away unharmed. Sorry not sorry.
So, picture this: a werewolf meets his stolen half-vampire imprint in a bar after being separated for 17 years. What could go wrong?
Renesmee laughs and jokes with a regular customer at her bar as she shakes the cocktail effortlessly. Her movements are fluid and precise, her long copper curls bounce around as her arms move back and forth.
She smacks the side of the shakers, and pours the cocktail into a glass before sliding it towards the eager man.
"Tab open, please." He tells her with a wink. She bats her eyelashes and gives him a tight smile, knowing she's playing him like a violin.
Renesmee had to pay rent tomorrow, and she really could use good tips tonight.
The young bartender chats up other customers, and continues about her job without a second thought. Renesmee had grown accustomed to the routine of her new life; away from them. She was free, and that's all that matters.
Meanwhile, Jacob is a few blocks away, rough housing with his two friends Quil and Embry. Tonight they are celebrating Quil's brand new engagement to his longtime imprint Claire, but first they have to get some teasing in for the young man. Jacob put on a brave face for the night; despite how badly it hurt to know he may never get the chance Quil does. That would mean he got her back, but he never did. At least . . . not yet.
Jacob has never stopped looking, though. Every day he was following the pull. For the first five horrible long years that she was missing; he never phased back from his wolf form. He was searching everywhere for her; they all were. She had been stolen from him when he was entrusted with her life. He had lost the battle, and had lost her too.
He tried desperately to follow the pull in his chest to his imprint, but every time they all thought they were getting close; she was gone.
His pack mates and family knew he was the last person who would ever want to get married to anyone besides his missing imprint; let alone date anyone else. He never even got the chance with her, and wasn't looking to try with another girl. He would shudder with repulsion at the thought. So, instead Jacob busied himself with a lot of reckless, dangerous activities. He had been coined the packs . . .
"Certified bad boy, per usual." Embry says with an eye roll as he watches his Alpha gulp down liquor from a bottle hidden by a paper bag. "Whatever, Jake. If you're 50 and still doing this, THEN I might be concerned."
Jacob knew he had a bad reputation these days; but how could he not? He was ruthless without the light from his other half. All of his happiness was stolen when she was. Jacob would have taken his life a long ago if he knew she wasn't alive anymore; but he knew she was. She was somewhere; waiting for him. He would find her, he had to.
"If it takes that long to -" Jacob cut off mid-sentence with sharp tone, his eyes turning murderous for a moment.
No one ever mentioned her anymore. They were forbidden; an Alpha gag order. They pretended he was fine, regardless of the never ending pain he was in. They all felt it through the shared pack mind.
"Sorry, man." Embry tells his long time friend softly, his demeanor shifting from light-hearted to guilty.
The men tightly laugh and joke trying to move on from the intense moment, seemingly walking on eggshells around their Alpha and friend. Jacob begins to feel a strange itch at the bottom of his soles; like his feet wanted to move on their own accord. He stiffens and his head whips around to check out his surroundings. He feels something . . . but what it was he wasn't sure. His hand moves to his chest, landing right over his heart as it began to beat furiously inside the cage of bones and muscle that lays beneath his calloused hand.
They continue to walk down the street towards the Seattle bar. The werewolves had never been to this particular place, and despite everything, they were rather excited. It was a higher end lounge, and they'd heard rumors that only pretty women worked there.
Jacob felt the itch in his sole grow, and suddenly his chest was aching. His palms began to sweat and he felt shaky; but not like he was about to phase.
"Jake?" Quil asks uneasily, noticing his friends sudden change in temperament.
Jacob shakes his head and tries to control himself. He doesn't know what's gotten into him.
"S'fine." He mumbles and nods to the door. Embry shrugs, and pulls open one of the heavy solid wood doors.
The two men walk in without him; Jacob feels stuck for some reason. He growls to himself and forces his legs to move forward.
"Whoa!" Quil says just as Jacob walks in behind them. Quil and Embry glance around the 1920's styled speakeasy lounge, while Jacob keeps his eyes on his now burning palms.
"This is tight!" Quil exclaims.
"So is her ass." Embry mumbles, glancing at a waitress who was trotting past them. Jacob sighs, then feels a rough shove on his back from one of his friends.
Get it together, Black. Jacob thinks to himself.
"Easy, boy." Quil jokes to Embry, which pulls Jacob away from his far away mind.
Jacob laughs uneasily at the joke, and walks over to the bar with his two friends following suit. Jacob feels like electric currents are running all over his body, slight tremors force beads of sweat to appear on his face. He takes in a deep breath and freezes when the scent he has missed everyday floods his senses.
He glances to his left and can't believe his eyes.
He falls to his knees when he sees her.
Her scent, her hair, her laugh . . . "Renesmee." He whispers brokenly, his tremors run deeper down his spine.
Jacob takes in all of her within seconds. She's magnificent. She's . . . here? Why is she here? How long has she been this close? How has he not known?
His Renesmee.
She's safe. Alive.
And she's . . . older.
Renesmee was breathtaking to Jacob, even in the silly suspenders and flannel she wore.
He had never imagined to find her like this, and he had certainly never placed the words breathtaking and suspenders in the same sentence either.
Jacob can't help but swoon as he takes in her aged side profile, already enamored with only half of her face. Her beautiful copper hair that he dreamed about every night and day, now fell down to her waist in wavy curls. She's laughing; he notices how melodic it sounds and he wants her to laugh with him like that again. God, he missed that laugh. He knows he's staring at her hard, but how could he not?
Suddenly it was like she knew he was there, too. She glances over briefly and looks away, only to return her gaze not a second later and stare right back at him with the same shocked expression.
Renesmee drops the glass in her hands as it hits the floor with a shatter.
"Jacob." She says with a choked voice. She doesn't know what to do - or say - or think.
Her Jacob was alive?