A/N: I posted this a bit earlier than expected, just because I've got tons of stuff to do tomorrow, but enjoy!

Jared shows up at Kim's after breakfast, intent on figuring this imprinting thing out. Kim stumbles out the front door, clearly having just woken up. She shoves her hair into a ponytail and climbs into the car, giving Jared a sleepy smile and kiss. Fuck, he loves her.

They turn on her mom's radio show, listening on the way to Sam's place. Surprisingly, Paul's car is here too, as well as Harry Clearwater's. Jared frowns, hopping out of the car and jogging ot get the door for Kim. She always rolls her eyes and tells him she hates that, but he can tell she loves it.

"What's going on?" she whispers as they head for the door. "Who are all those people?"

"Uh, tribal leaders, I think," he mutters. "Come on."

Emily lets them in the second they hit the porch, smiling brightly. Kim relaxes at her smile, and in turn, Jared does too.

"Hey, Em," Kim says softly. "Hosting a party?"

"I guess the tribal leaders figured it was time for them to meet us imprints," she whispers, winking. "Come on in."

"Thanks," Jared mutters, bypassing them for Sam. "Yo, what's going on?"

"Hey," he says. "Nothing, Harry and Billy stopped by to talk about some old traditions, I guess."

"What traditions?" Kim asks, tucking herself under Jared's arm. Across the room, Paul rolls his eyes, but smiles at her.

"Hey," Harry says, extending a hand. Kim shakes it gingerly, smiling hesitantly. "I'm Harry Clearwater, one of the leaders."

"I know," she says shyly. "I'm Kim Conweller."

"Billy Black," he says, wheeling himself over to shake her hand too. "We were surprised to hear Jared had imprinted, or that imprinting was even real."

"It's not?" Paul asks, perking up.

"Clearly, it is," Sam snarks at him, looping his arms around Emily. He drops his arms suddenly, looking at Harry, who's grimacing at the sight of them. Right, Jared almost forgot, Sam used to date his daughter. Emily's face is impassive, but her eyes are sad.

"Anyways," Billy says awkwardly, trying to reign in everyone's attention. "We were thinking of bringing the bonfire night back."

"What's that?" Jared asks.

"Just something for the pack, to tell out stories," Billy explains. "Just you kids and us. I am, in fact, the keeper of our histories. We needed to run it by Sam first."

"Me?" Sam says, losing his authoritative face for a second. Paul and Jared both snigger at his stupid surprised face until he levels them with a particularly vicious glare. "Fine. That's fine by me."

"Excellent," Harry says. "Well, we'll set it up, and let you kids know, alright? We have to get going. I, at least, have a day job."

"Sure thing," Sam agrees. "I'll help you out." With that, he pushes Billy out the door, helping them into Harry's truck.

"Bonfire, huh?" Emily says. "Sounds exciting."

"I'd love to hear the histories," Kim says eagerly. Jared laughs, he loves when she gets all nerdy and excited about things. "Oh, hey! There was a reason we came by."

"Yeah?" Emily says, grabbing a snack from the kitchen. "Feel free to get snacks, you guys."

Jared makes a beeline for the kitchen, muscling Paul out of the way as he heads for Emily's coveted cookie jar. Neither of them have time to dodge when Sam vaults his way over the both of them. Jared hits the tile floor with a crack, groaning as he pulls himself up just in time to see Sam heft the cookie jar high over Paul's head.

"Stop antagonizing him!" Emily yells. "I don't want any wolves in my kitchen, Sam, so help me god!" Sam ignores her intirely, cackling as he plays keep-away with an angry Paul. Jared shakes his head, torn between wanting cookies or listening to Emily's and Kim's conversation.

"Wait, you felt something?" Emily asks. Jared hurries back over to the table, intent on not missing anymore. "You sensed Jared? Can I do that?"

"Well, I don't know," Kim says. "Maybe you can? Or maybe, I'm just a freak."

"Nah, that sounds like a wolf pack thing," Sam interjects, brushing cookie crumbs off his shirt. Before he can say anything else, Paul throws himself at Sam, snarling and shaking.

"Fuck!" Jared gasps, grabbing at the first arm he can, which is thankfully Paul's. He hauls him out, struggling under the weight of both Paul and Sam, who both refuse to stop fighting. It's devolved into wrestling now, but there's still a good chance Emily's kitchen will be destroyed. In fact, Sam's smirking now. Clearly, his adulting quota has run out.

They tumble into the forest, Paul bursting as soon as they have cover. Sam shifts too, engaging Paul until his anger lessens and his jabs become playful. Jared shakes his head, watching the pair.

He gets it though, he's been in Sam's head enough to know how the whole Leah-Emily-thing fucks with him. Harry may have accepted what happened, but that doesn't mean he's over it. Eventually, they cool off, shifting back. Sam shimmies back into his jeans, but Paul wrecked his. Jared cackles as Paul begs for one of them to get him pants.

Eventually, Sam caves and runs back into the house, grabbing a ratty pair of sweatpants. The three of them troop back into the house to find Emily and Kim in what looks like a particularly intense conversation.

"What's up, guys?" Jared asks, sliding in beside Kim.

"I've felt what Kim has," Emily explains. "Just once, when you phased, Jared. I guess it was the first time Sam was in real danger. I don't know, I guess I've never felt it again."

"Felt what?" Sam asks, walking in with a placated Paul.

"You," Emily says. "When you're in danger. Apparently, Kim felt it when you boys were taking on the Cullen's."

"So why didn't you?" Paul asks, rooting around the kitchen for a consolation prize.

"I guess, maybe because Sam wasn't in actual danger," she speculates. "It was a three on three fight, right? And you guys are much stronger than them, right?"

"Fuck yeah," Paul crows. "We could have ripped them limb from limb if we wanted to."

"Either way, this imprint thing goes both ways," Kim says, smiling sweetly at Jared. She's right. Jared can feel the bond between them, bone deep and unbreakable.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed! Let me know what you thought!