WHO MISSED ME?!

NO ONE?!

OH! OKAY!

I DIDN'T MISS YOU EITHER!

JK, I'M CRYING, PLEASE COME BACK AND LOVE ME!

It's been so long, hasn't it? Normally, I try posting faster but I've been hit by the baddy case of Writer's Block (Gasp!).

It was hard, but it's fading now...I hope.

Reviewers:

inuyashademons14 - I know :(

M - Team Jacob 1 Team Edward 0! Thanks for the input! Yeah, I think the controlling tendencies never went away, after all, he's still Meyer's character. It's just T doesn't really give him a chance to exercise it before I guess.

Kat Smith - Yeah, she still loves him, (I think). I'm trying to make this relationship as realistic as I can, aside from him being a vampire. Team Jacob 2! Yes, well, I do love your dogs! They always make me smile! Keep em coming!

GraceEllingson - I missed your reviews, my love! Ok so Team Edward 1! Interesting input!

Mira Black-Snape - I think I will make a small spin off of all the scenes that I didn't put in the books. We'll see.

I know I don't say this but I seriously love you guys! All the guys who review or even just take time to read this! I'll put the reason why I'm being emo after I stop boring you and let you read the chapter.

Jake's ear splitting grin had me running up to him and he easily swung me up in his mammoth arms, spinning me around, laughing.

"I missed you, Jacob." I said, breathing in his warm, beach smell. "I missed you too, princess. Come on in, you guys, Dad was just about to fix us some food." He called over my shoulder and Bella and Stephen moved inside, Bella throwing a smile at Jacob and Stephen clapping him on the back.

"What, I don't get to eat?" I asked teasingly and he snorted, running a hand through his short cropped hair.

"Not unless you want to get food poisoning; dad rarely does the cooking, it's either Rachel or me who did it," He said, his hand falling from my shoulder to entwine his fingers through mine as he tugged me inside.

I'd been to the Black house only on two occasions; One where Billy had sat me, Jake and Sam down and given strenuous instructions as to the laws of the reservation and another to see if I would like his homemade fish. It hadn't been that bad, no matter how many times, Jake had to gulp down water to push it down his throat. It was spicy but it was nice.

To be back in the confines of the wooden cabin felt good. It was cool; the feeling of cold damp air was soothing against my skin which was warming up in Jacob's too hot hold.

"Tulika, it's nice to see you."

I turned towards the kitchen hallways and grinned at the man wheeling himself towards me, a beam on the lined, weathered face.

"Billy, it's good to see you too." I said warmly.

"Now, will you stop being a whiny child and help with the guests?" Billy shot towards his son and I giggled as he rolled his eyes, giving my hand a squeeze before vanishing into the kitchen. Bella and Stephen were already at the table, talking and smiling as Jacob began to pile the square pine with food.

His body had enlarged in the last few weeks that I hadn't seen him. His arms bulged to the point of splitting the seams on the grey full sleeved t-shirt he was wearing, legs long and strong in flaky blue jeans. With my short stature, it was easy to say he towered a couple inches over me – or a dozen.

"How has he been?" I asked.

Billy hummed in question and I shot him a pointed look.

Billy followed my gaze before looking back at me.

Giving me a slight shake of his head, he motioned towards the porch.

"I think the more pressing question is how you've been Tulika." He said once he closed the door. "Me, I've been fine." I said, looking at him dubiously.

"Have you…? No problems with the Cullens…? I know they've taken up the gauntlet – might I say – for the time being but you can come back if you wish, no matter what he says. Jake misses you, the boys miss you, the house gets lonely without you chattering and eating up our ears all the time." He gave a soft fond smile at that.

"Hey, I don't talk that much and I miss Jake and the guys too and you! You know how I – Billy, how did you know Edward told me not to come here?" I asked, stopping my rambling to ask the important question.

"I'm old, T, not stupid. The peace with the Cullens has been long term but that doesn't mean we haven't seen our fair share of vampires not – as well mannered as them. Trust me; their community knows exactly how dangerous we can get." He said gently.

I folded my arms, looking over to the trees.

"He says it's not safe."

"He would be right but I think if the boys haven't clawed your face in for this long, I doubt they would do it now. Especially not when Jake is at his best behaviors with you around,"

"Dad, let her eat."

I jumped, hearing Jake's sudden loud voice near my ear. He threw me an amused look as Billy wheeled his chair in.

"Here," he held out a plate of chicken pasta towards me and a fork.

"I can't sit and eat?" I asked.

"I want to show you something."

"Jake…" I breathed.

"Yep,"

"Jacob,"

"Yeah,"

"Jacob Black, what the hell?" I smacked his arm when he wouldn't give me a proper reply.

"What? You don't like it?" He asked.

"Like it, I love it, how old is it?" I asked.

A proud, smug grin spread across his lips, as he ran a hand across the smooth leather of the bike he wanted to show me.

It was beautiful, with a sweeping body, powerful engines and it looked well polished everywhere.

"It's a mix actually, I took the parts off the best stuff I could find and made it."

"Like the rabbit," I said and he nodded, "What's wrong with it?" I asked.

"Nothing's wrong with it." He swung a leg over the seat and straddled it, the bike, powerful and big though it was, barely sagging under his weight. Now the size of it made sense.

"This just makes it easier to get around. I don't have to haul myself into a car every time patrol comes up." He said.

"Why do you still have patrol?" I asked, frowning.

"Why do you think? We haven't caught red-head yet and I didn't get the news flash that the Cullens have either so we're being careful. I'll be damned before I let you take another trip to the hospital. I don't want the Cullen girl's big eyes boring into me." he said.

"Wait, Alice? You talk to her?" I asked.

"Yeah, she was creepy in her own sweet way." He said.

"Jake, Alice isn't creepy…" he shot me a 'you're kidding, right?' look and I shrugged, bobbing back on to the toes of my feet.

"Come on," he said suddenly, grasping the large handles of the bar and straightening it, kicking the stand away and jump starting it with a powerful swish of his large feet.

"Huh, come on where? On that thing?" I asked dumbly, immediately falling back to get away from the snarling bike.

He scoffed at me, rolling his deep brown eyes. "You're a dimension jumper. You hang around with vampires and wolf shifters, Tulika and you're scared of a bike? You're like the offset of a bad cliché here." He said. "Shut up, I'm not scared of it per say, are you sure it's safe?" I asked, still eyeing the steel body cautiously.

In response, Jake reached down and unlinked something off a rack, tossing it to me.

I caught it, turning it around to stare at the object in my hands.

It was a helmet, new, shiny and black with a complete blocking visor and small patches of silver wings etched on the surface. It was also exactly my size. I looked back up at him, cocking my head.

"In case you came back, now get on!" he said and I slowly moved towards him, sliding the helmet on my head and he latched it around my neck before letting me climb up on the higher back seat.

"Please, don't let me fall." I whispered. It wasn't like I'd never ridden a bike before but never one this big or seemingly fast.

"I won't. You'll be very safe. Just lean with me," he said.

Then we took off.

"Do not throw up on the seat." He warned first thing as he helped me unclamp my leg from the side guards and clamber down.

I smacked his arm.

"I'm fine, jerk, I'm not going to throw up. It wasn't that fast. You forget, I'm dating a vampire." I scoffed at him.

"A fact that still shocks me," he retorted as he let go of my hand and sank down on to the sand.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about that you had to drag me away this far?" I asked.

"I can't talk to my best friend without wanting an audience?" he asked.

"You can, but you usually don't mind." I said, lightly.

"T, did Steph tell you why he brought you here today?" he asked carefully. "He wants me to stand up to Edward." I said immediately. The corners of his mouth twitched into a reluctant smile. "Well, that, maybe but why exactly like this, with all this secrecy? You know you like to show him you're defying him." He said.

"I…don't know," I said, frowning as I turned my body to look at him. He didn't look back, looking at the sea.

"Does he know…? About you pursuing this professor or yours?" he asked.

"Sorenson…? What does he have to do with anything?" I asked.

"Everything; you're not getting anywhere, are you?" he asked. I bristled immediately.

"There is nothing to find! I looked through everything!" I said.

"Don't get worked up. That's the reason you're here right now. I'm going to help you find him." He said.

Ok, so like I said, I was having a bad couple of weeks and it got me down enough to slow down my creative juices. I mean it when I said I missed you guys. Your reviews always make me get new, good ideas for writing! You guys are literally writing this book with me.

So, I'm going to be asking a lot of questions in this and the next book. Mostly because I value your thoughts and opinions and because I have no clue as to what the hell my characters are doing right now.

(JACOB BLACK?! HOW DARE YOU GET A BIKE?) Seriously, that was unplanned.

So, first: How do you guys feel about a change of POV in the next chapter? One of the guys this time maybe? Who do you want to see the story from? Steph, Ed, or Jake?

Second: What do you think Edward should do to bridge the distance between him and T?

Third: What do you think of Jacob helping T to look for Roosevelt?

That's all I can think of now! I'll try to be more active!