Prompt: Sometimes the hero stumbles and falls right off the page. with a little extra inspiration from Britney Spears.

Title: Womanizer

Paring: Paul and Rachel

Description: Coming home for the first time in four years was difficult enough. The last thing Rachel Black needed was a guy like Paul Lahote hitting on her.

Rating: M- Just to be safe. We are talking about Paul here.

Rachel's pov

I needed air. I decided to take a walk on the beach to think over some things.

I've been home for two days and I already want to leave again. What's the point in being here? My sisters gone, my brothers never home and I swear my dad's keeping something from me. I don't know what it is, but it feels big. I never get a straight answer from either of them. It's like my dad has perfected the art of avoidance, and Jake, he's just not the same kid I left behind.

I should just go, but what if dad's secret is that he is sick or something? Maybe it's about Jake and his friends. I swear they're on some kind of steroids. What else could make sixteen year old boys look like hulking twenty something year old men. They should be going through their awkward phase where they're just growing into their body's.

I should have stayed here, or at least found a way to come home to visit. Mom would be so disappointed in the way I have neglected our family. I closed my eyes tight trying to prevent the tears from falling.

I thought I was alone but when I opened my eyes I could see a large blurry figure standing about five feet away. Was he looking at me? I blinked the salty droplets away to see more clearly. Yup, he was.

It was one of Jacob's friends. They all had this habit of forgoing the majority of their clothes. I'm sure it had to do with showing off their bodies.

I squinted trying to figure out who exactly it was. That was a mistake. Witnessing my analysis of him brought his stock still form back into motion. He took a few steps toward me, some little bimbo attached to his arm like a parasite.

She Wobbled trying to keep up with his sudden movement babbling on and on, not even noticing that he wasn't paying any attention to her. He stopped gawking at me long enough to glance down. It was like he just remembered she was there. Blinking at her he tried to shake her off, but the girl just clung harder to him. I rolled my eyes and turned to get out of there.

I had only walked a few feet when I heard a deep baritone voice calling my name. "Ray. Hey, Raych. Rachel, wait a minute."

I stopped, hoping it was someone else, I turned around. I was not that lucky, the same boy approached me. I wondered if he had some sort of staring problem. The way his eyes seemed to be glued to me was starting to freak me out.

"Hey," he said, with a goofy smile. Rubbing the back of his neck he finally looked away and down at the sand. "Umm, I don't know if you remember me." I stood there in silence because he did look familiar, but I just couldn't place him. "umm, I'm Paul." He squeaked, clearing his throat he tried again. "Paul Lahote."

No way! I clenched my teeth so my mouth didn't fall open. This was Paul Lahote? He might have been a couple of years younger than me, but his reputation was legendary before I left. He was the biggest womanizer in LaPush and Forks by the time he was fifteen, and according to all the gossip I could glean he had only gotten worse. Schooling my features I said, "Oh, I remember you." Glancing at his arm I remarked coolly, "I see you have taken care of your leach problem."

He seemed to choke on a laugh. "Oh, I'm not the one with a leach problem."

I rolled my eyes and huffed impatiently. "Whatever. Was there something you wanted?"

"Oh, umm." Did he just blush? What was with the shy, awkward act? Did he think I lied when I said I remembered him, or maybe he took it the wrong way and thought I was interested. Now he was trying out some new persuasion technique? It wouldn't work. I knew for a fact this boy was anything but shy. "Would you maybe want to go out on a date with me?" and there it was.

"Wow, what the hell? You used to be so much smoother than that." I laughed derisively. "No, I will not go out with you, in any way shape or form."

I started to walk away again. "Wait a minute." I groaned, turning back to look at him. Ha, he had this hurt little boy look on his face. Did he really think I would believe I hurt his feelings? that massive ego of his would never allow that. Keeping his eyes on the sand he shuffled his feet. "Why not?"

I snorted another laugh. "Like I said, I remember you, and I don't bother associating myself with people like you, nevermind dating them. Now if there is nothing else, I will be on my way."

"Wait!" he called, starting to sound desperate.

"What?" I huffed.

"Please, tell your brother that I need to speak to him. It's very important."

"No, I will not tell my brother that. I don't want you anywhere near him, influencing him with your whoring ways, or giving him some pointers on how to close the deal without any form of commitment. No thanks. My brother will be respecting any girl he ends up with. I will make sure of it."

"You wouldn't be saying that if you knew what his ex-girlfriend did to us." The vehements in his voice made me take a step back, he immediately looked repentant. "I'm sorry. She just…"

I held up my hand to stop him. "What do you mean, us?"

"What?"

"You said, 'What she did to us.' What do you mean?"

"I meant to say what she did to him."

"A Freudian slip then. What did you do with my brother's girlfriend? Did she cheat on him with you?"

"What? No! I wouldn't touch that leach lover with a ten foot pole."

"Leach lover?"

"I umm… I meant… I think…" Cocking his head he smirked. All his bravado seemed to come back to him. "You know what? I will tell you everything over a nice dinner for two."

"I didn't know you fed your conquests."

"If you just want to jump into bed, we could have some pillow talk instead." He let his eyes run up and down my body.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Look, I don't care what you have to say. Stay away from me and my brother." I walked away from him, determined to not listen to any more of his insanity.

As soon as I came through the front door I could hear someone shuffling around in the kitchen. I walked in to find Jake digging around in the fridge. It was rare to find my brother in the house, but when I did he was usually eating. I leaned against the door frame waiting for him to notice I was there.

When he finally looked up at me he already had something stuffed in his mouth. "Hi." he said around a mouth full of some unidentifiable substance.

"Eww, what happened to your manners?" I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

"Must have run away with my sisters."

Ouch. like I wasn't beating myself up enough. I held my hands up when he tried to walk around me. "We need to talk."

"No we don't." he tried again to pass me.

I placed my hand on his bicep to stop him. I almost ripped my hand away. His skin was burning. "Jake, I think you have a fever."

"I'm fine!" he practically snarled and pulled himself away from me.

"Jake, you're not. Now I don't know if it's…"

He held his hands up placatingly. "Look Raych, I know you've been fishing for a problem, so I'm just going to say this once. I'm fine, dad's fine, nothing is wrong with either of us. If, or when you decide to run," clearing his throat he corrected, "I mean, move away again," I was sure his slip up was purposeful. "choose a nice sunny place to live. Maybe join Becks in Hawaii." I heard him loud and clear. Go away, far away. He tried again to walk around me but I couldn't give up, not yet.

"Since when do you hang out with pervs like Paul Lahote?"

His eyes narrowed. "Since when do you care?"

"I'm serious Jake. I don't want you hanging out with him."

"Look, you don't get to disappear for four years only to come home and take over. I will hang out with whomever I want, even if that person is an asshat like Paul Lahote. You don't get any say." he gave up trying to walk around me and just pushed past me.

Gah, when did my sweet little brother turn into such an asshole? "I heard that roid rage was a real bitch."

He turned back to me. "You've been listening to too many rumors."

"I have too. It's the only way to find out what's going on with my family."

"Look, I'm not doing drugs. I just went through some changes lately. Okay? So no worrying about me, I'm fine."

"What brought on these 'changes'? Is it your new friends, that girl I heard about, or the drugs that you are so obviously lying about?" His nostrils flared. "Maybe it's all the above." His head shot up looking out the kitchen window. Paul was standing a few feet from the house. "I told that asshole not to come around."

"Stay in the house."

He was out the front door before I could protest.

Of course I didn't listen. By the time I got to the front door Jacob was in Paul's face.

"What did you do!?"

"I imprinted."

The next thing I knew Paul was on the ground with a bloody nose. He sat on the ground just looking defeated. Jake cursed and rushed past me, stopping just long enough to say, "You need to talk to him."

I walked up to the man still on the ground. "What?"

"I'm your prince charming." He said with a cocky smirk.

"I guess it's a good thing I don't believe in fairy tales."

"Look, fairy tail or not, everyone has a story and I am a big part of yours. If you would just let me explain what I am…"

"I know what you are. You are nothing but a womanizer. Look maybe in another time or place we could have tried, but I just can't be with someone I can't trust. You're just not in my story. I'm sorry."

I walked away having no other place to go but back to the beach. Walking along the shore I debated on calling Becka and begging her to come home. We needed to fix our family.

A sudden movement dragged me out of my thoughts. Some creepy pale guy was watching me, his head tilted like a curious animal. I turned to walk away, but he was suddenly in front of me. I gasped. How did he do that? His blood red eyes were a thing of nightmares. All the stories my father told us as kids came flooding back.

"Raych!" Paul's scream tore the thing's attention away from me. He ran toward us turning from man to wolf. I stepped back but ended up falling on my ass. The thing tried to run into the water but Paul caught it in the surf, tearing off limbs that resembled more marble and rock than anything human.

When the chaos was over I noticed other wolves and men surrounding us. Someone was setting a fire. Paul turned back into a man; a very naked man, and started walking toward me. Jake hit him over the head with a pair of shorts. Don't be an ass and put something on before you get over to my sister.

He did as Jake said and then finally came over to me lifting me off the ground.

I looked at him in wonder. "You saved my life."

"Guess that makes me the hero of your story after all."

"But you weren't even in my book."

"Of course I was," He smiled widely. "I just fell off the page for a little while."