Author's Note: A very short chapter, but it's definitely a filler.
Disclaimer #1: Twilight, New Moon, Jacob Black, and Bella Swan are the property of Stephenie Meyer and NOT me. Otherwise Bella would be dead and Edward wouldn't be abusive.
Disclaimer #2: Psychic Paper and any other Doctor Who references are the property of the BBC. Though I do have my own toy Sonic Screwdriver and fake Psychic Paper.
Disclaimer #3: Chapter title credits belong to Alex Carpenter and his band The Remus Lupins, and their song Werewolves Zombies from the Siriusly Smiling collab album.
It hit me suddenly: I was in Forks, Washington. It didn't matter that I knew where the Kalaloch Lodge was, or that I knew that I was in New Moon, and I knew that I would probably get out, because that's how every FiFF ended that I'd ever read.
It was that, in the meantime, I had no place to say; I'd just pissed Bella Swan off, and everyone here loved her, so that was just… bad.
After all, I couldn't just go into the lodge and say: "Oh, hey everyone, I just fell into a fictional world and don't know how I'll get back! Can anyone offer me a place to stay until then?"
I could hitchhike and pray to God that I didn't get raped or mutilated or killed like in those horror movies. I should really stop watching those.
Still, it was my best bet. I decided against literally hitchhiking, so I resigned to walking randomly down the main road.
I wandered to the main road and began walking.
It wasn't five minutes later that a car pulled over, next to me.
"You look lost."
I turned to see a boy who can't have been much older than me, and that I supposed was Native American.
"Yeah, a bit."
"Need a ride? I'm Jake."
Jake? Jacob Black, Jake?
"I'm Lindsey," I said, using my former alias. I remembered my psychic paper in my sweatshirt pocket and grabbed it, figuring that if it didn't work, the worst that would happen is that he thought that I was crazy.
I pulled it out, showing it to him, and began talking.
"I'm an intern investigative reporter for a webzine in London, doing a report on American public high schools." I was mainly pleased that my habit of unconsciously speaking with an English-style accent had decided to make a reprise.
"How old are you?" he asked suspiciously.
Well, it was worth a shot. "Seventeen."
A girl at a college that I was visiting once had asked me what I was majoring in. So I was hoping it worked this time.
"Really?"
"Yes. I'm a journalism major in uni. I was asked if I'd like to do this because I look young enough. My alias age is fifteen…" Just in case Bella Swan came about, which I was sure that she would. "And," I added, "I was supposed to stay with a host family, but they phoned me to say that they were in Italy for vacation and had forgotten, and my boss was going to send me money through them, since I'm a student and don't have that much money… so now I'm out of a place to stay and I have no money to get a plane ticket back to London."
And if he got me a plane ticket to London, I could just try to find the Doctor.
"You could probably stay with me and my dad."
"Seriously?"
"Sure, sure."
"You're not mass murderers or anything of that sort, are you?"
"Of course not," he said. "I do live on the Rez… La Push."
"That's perfectly fine with me, I just need somewhere to stay."
"Where's your luggage?"
"It was sent ahead," I fabricated quickly. "And so I've got no clothes either, but that's not a big deal…"
He raised an eyebrow. "I'll see if one of my friends' sisters will loan you something to wear. Where are you going?"
"Going? For the report? Forks High School. They figure that it's a small town and all, so it would be better than a huge school. Rubbish, I say. I'd have loved to have gone to New York City instead, because I've heard that this is a freakishly small high school, so people will notice the new kid more."
He laughed. "Yeah, that's true. Well, why don't you get in, and I'll ask my dad. If he says no, then I'll help you find someplace to stay anyway."
I smiled as I got into the car. I knew that I'd always liked Jacob Black for a reason.