A/N: Yay, I did it! I'll admit this isn't my best work and it's a little shorter than what I planned but I wanted to get this out to you guys and start working on the next part with Bella. I will say to our lovely Guest reviewer since they don't have an account, in a plot everything happens for a reason, something most authors know, and in this case Bella's going to AZ sets off many, many things that never would have happened otherwise. To the rest of you, thank you for your lovely reviews.

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You Don't Know Her Like I Do

Part 1

Quil and Embry stood in the slight rain, ignoring the water that ran over their bare torsos in rivulets, plastering their cutoffs to their legs and dripping off the ends of their hair. They'd become used to it, more so than normal. It had rained constantly since the battle with the newborns over a month ago, since Jacob found that Bella had run off with her Cullens without even a goodbye. Jacob had hardly been seen since. If he wasn't sleeping he was in the garage constantly working on something.

They had tried several times to coax him out with the Pack, to a bonfire, a night on the town, anything they could think of, but he always refused. Sam hadn't forced him to run patrols, telling everyone to leave him be and he'd rejoin them when he was ready.

However his friends were growing tired of waiting and were worried if he didn't get out soon they would never get their old friend back. Quil peered through a crack in the boards and Embry huffed at him impatiently. "What's he doing?"

"Same as always, just working on the car." Quil stepped away and shrugged helplessly at his friend.

Embry sighed and ran a hand through his hair, shooting a frustrated glare at the garage. "I don't care what Sam says, this has gone on long enough."

Before Quil could stop him, he marched through the doors. After a long moment Quil trailed after him shaking his head. "This is a really bad idea..."

Jacob didn't stop working on the underside of the engine of the Rabbit. He knew his friends were there, he had heard them outside the garage for the last twenty minutes. He had hoped they would go away and leave him in peace but he heard Embry march through the doors with Quil shuffling behind him. He sighed, debating on just ignoring them but knew Embry would be persistent. He heard them come to a stop next to the car and Embry tapped on the side. "Jake, come out from under there."

Jacob and his wolf bristled slightly, rousing from their depressed stupor enough to become angry at the commanding tone of his friend's voice. He rolled himself out from under the car, revealing his grease stained chest and face, glaring up at his friends. "What do you want?"

He could see their shock at his appearance, he knew he looked like crap but couldn't bring himself to care. Even his wolf didn't seem to care, his appetite was non existent and what fitful sleep he got didn't seem to do anything but darken the circles beneath his eyes. Even his skin seemed pale under the normal russet surface, he often wondered if he was slowly dying from the inside out. His wolf rarely roused itself in his head, buried so far in its own depression and mourning that he hadn't phased in over a month, since he had discovered-

He slammed the lid on those thoughts as he pushed himself off the skateboard and stood, walking past his silent friends as he grabbed a towel to wipe his hands. "What do you want?"

There was no anger in his quiet tone this time, just exhausted defeat and it seemed to shake Embry from his surprise and he heard his friend take a few steps toward him. "We came to see if you wanted to come to the bonfire tonight."

Jacob snorted softly, tossing the towel down as he turned back to his brothers, crossing his arms and leaning against the worktable while he raised a brow. "Have you looked outside lately? There's not a dry piece of wood for miles, how exactly are you planning on having a bonfire without fuel?"

Embry and Quil exchanged a sheepish glance and Jacob shook his head, grabbing a wrench and brushing past them as he lowered himself back to the skateboard. "I've got work to finish here."

As he started rolling back under the car a hand grabbed his leg and yanked him back and he found himself looking at Embry's frustrated glare. "Jake, come on, this has gone on long enough. You're going to kill yourself, have you looked in a mirror lately?"

He kicked Embry's hand off and pulled himself back under the car, feeling his anger rising and muttered, "Who cares?"

There was silence for a long moment except for the sound of the wrench tightening a bolt and then he heard Quil give a warning shout before he was suddenly yanked out from under the car and found himself hauled to his feet as Embry's furious gaze burned into him. "Who cares? We're your fucking brothers Jake, we care! Billy cares! Charlie cares! The whole damn Pack is worried about you and you don't even give a shit whether you live or die. What about your friends? Your dad? You think we'll just go on about our lives if you die?"

Jacob glared and shoved him away, running a hand through his hair as he tried to control the anger rising in him. Quil stepped forward, glancing between them worriedly, but Embry ignored him as he gave Jake's chest a hard shove and kicked the skateboard out of the way. "We've been there for you the whole damn time, trying to help you heal and you won't let us. Sam's given you a break from patrols, we've tried to get you to come out and hang with the Pack, with just us, so you can talk to someone. Your dad doesn't know what to do; he's worried sick about you. Snap the fuck out of it already and move on!"

Before anyone could blink Quil was shoved back and Embry found himself pinned against the hood of the Rabbit with Jacob's hand around his throat. His dark eyes glared murderously down at his friend as he hissed, "I'm never going to move on. I don't want to, so leave me the fuck alone and get out of my garage."

Embry stared at him in shock and then grunted as he kicked Jacob's leg out from under him and rolled away before jumping on him and swinging at his face.

"Guys!" Quil tried to step in but the flailing limbs of his two friends made it impossible and he hovered nearby anxiously as Jacob managed to roll on top of Embry and his fist connected with his face. Blood spurted from Embry's nose and he let out a strangled yell as he kicked his legs up, flinging Jacob over his head so he could roll over, thick blood dripping from his hand as he clutched his already healing face. Jacob leapt to his feet, ready to charge when Quil threw himself between them and glared. "That's enough! C'mon you guys, look at yourselves!"

Embry and Jacob stood glaring at each other, panting heavily and Embry shook his head angrily. "You know what, fine, stay in here and rot away. See if we care, at least you'll be happy right?"

He spat out a mouthful of blood and stalked out of the garage, leaving Quil staring sadly at his friend. Jacob stared at the blood on the ground and raised his blank gaze to Quil's. He shook his head when his brother took a step forward and turned away. "Just go."

Quil sighed at the defeat in his friend's voice and walked towards the exit. Before he walked out the door he paused and called softly over his shoulder, "We miss you Jake. And her."

Jacob sucked in a breath, the only indication he heard him, and Quil shook his head sadly as he disappeared into the wet, dark night. Jacob remained where he was, trying to stop the shaking as his wolf clawed at his skin. He had refused to phase after that night, keeping his mind locked down and occupied so that he wouldn't have to think or feel. Only rarely did his wolf fight past its own melancholy to be let loose, and he knew if he gave in now it wouldn't hesitate to track Embry down and rip him to shreds. It took him several minutes to realize he wasn't shaking anymore from wanting to phase and he stared down at his trembling hands, the realization of what he'd done to his friend sinking in and his fist slammed down on the counter. "Fuck!"

Turning he glared at the toolbox on the floor and kicked it across the room, sending tools flying everywhere with a crashing sound, then grabbed an old wooden crate and flung it against the far wall, the weathered wood splintering to pieces from the force and he let out a wordless cry as he blindly smashed his hand into the wall.

The sound of shattering glass startled him and he looked to see he'd put his hand through a window pane, blood dripping from his knuckles and sharp pain telling him he'd cut himself. He pulled his hand back inside with a wince, snatching a towel and wrapping it around his bloodied hand as he eyed the glass that was embedded deep in the already healing skin. He cursed under his breath, wondering if he had a pair of tweezers in the garage, when a soft creak behind him made him pause and he growled, "I told you to leave Quil."

"I'm not Quil but I can see how you'd think that being we look so much alike."

A soft feminine voice, laced heavily with sarcasm, startled him and he turned in confusion. "Emily? What are you doing here?"

She glanced around the trashed garage with a disapproving look before resting her gaze on him. "I wanted to come check on you. Quil told Sam you and Embry got in a fight and that doesn't sound like the Jacob I know."

He snorted softly, gripping the towel around his hand tightly as he made his way over to the couch and sunk into the cushions tiredly. "I don't think that Jacob will be coming back anytime soon, if ever."

Emily carefully made her way over to him, the unscarred side of her face pulled into a frown as she looked at the blood-soaked towel. "What happened?"

"Put my hand through the window. Glass is in there pretty deep and I don't have tweezers so hopefully this stupid supernatural healing doesn't let me become a cripple."

She clucked her tongue at him reproachfully and shook her head as she reached into the basket he had somehow missed she was carrying and pulled out a first aid kit. "After I saw Embry's face I figured I'd bring this just in case. Good thing. Now give me your hand."

Jacob sighed in protest but when Emily shot him a look he relented and let her unwrap the towel from around his fist. The skin was already starting to knit itself back together at the edges of the cuts and Emily shook her head as she popped open the first aid kit. "It's a good thing you guys don't have to worry about infections, I didn't have time to do anything more than rinse these last time I used them. I'd rather not have to cut your hand open again."

Jacob watched her silently as she pulled out a large pair of tweezers and began pulling the glass shards from his skin, not flinching at the pain as she pulled a particularly large piece from between his fingers. Emily glanced up at him from time to time, as if waiting for a reaction or him to say something, a frown furrowing her brow deeper and deeper the longer she worked. Finally she shook her head and sighed. "Jacob Black, you are one fucking mess."

That pulled him out of his stupor long enough to glance at her in surprise. Emily never swore that he ever knew, and hearing it from her mouth made him feel ashamed. His face burned slightly as he met her eyes, her gaze softening a little when she saw the pain and anguish that he was trying so hard to hide. He blinked rapidly and turned his head away, focusing on the opposite wall as she pulled the last few pieces out and tossed them in the wastebasket. "You know keeping it inside like this is only going to make it worse."

He glanced at her as he barked out a mirthless laugh. She raised her eyes to his again and he could see the pity in her gaze, angering him. He stood abruptly and walked a few feet away; clenching his jaw as he watched the skin on his hand knit itself back together slowly.

Behind him he heard Emily sigh softly as she gathered her kit back together and stood, walking over and placing her hand on his arm. "Jacob, no one can possibly understand what you're going through, and everyone knows it. But you do still have people who love and care about you that don't want to see you like this. Embry was wrong to say what he did, but he was just upset. He's watching his best friend slowly fade away and it scares him. You've always been the strong steady one out of the three of you, seeing you so broken and empty like this...he's afraid he's going to lose you and he's lost so much already. You're all he has left. No one is asking you to act like nothing happened. But at least try to live, for Billy, for your friends...for Bella."

He stiffened and Emily sighed as she turned to leave, giving a last worried glance before she softly shut the door behind her. Jacob stared at the wall blindly, his arms shaking as he dropped to his knees and buried his face in his hands, a broken whisper making it past his lips. "Bella…"

Outside, a figure watched through the crack of the door as Jacob broke down, biting their lip worriedly. They thought they'd done the right thing, that they were protecting Jake from being hurt anymore, but it seemed that he was more of a wreck now than he ever had been with Swan around. Shaking their head, they stepped away from the garage and stripped off the shorts and tank top, tying them around their ankle before shifting to a lithe, grey wolf. With once last glance at the garage they trotted away, trying to ignore the nagging guilt from their wolf that they had made a huge mistake.

A/N: I know, sad angst here. Poor Jacob :( If Embry seems a little OOC its because he's just upset about Jacob and I figured he would be more likely to be mad than Quil. So, what'd you guys think? Let me know and I'll do my best to have the next Bella chapter up sometime in the beginning of next week. Thanks for reading! :)