Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, except Rogue, although I wish that were different.

Uber-Note: This is set in the same time as Twilight, but all events through New Moon have happened.

The ride home was quiet as Jacob drove calmly down the winding mountains of Forks, Washington. I was still shaking, unable to completely control myself. Control was always a weak spot of mine.

"Where do you live?" Jacob's calm voice asked me as he continued to drive down the roads.

"Just drop me off at a motel or something." He glanced down at me. I had put my head in my hands again, trying make a headache leave. I had managed to drop my shaking to a minimum.

"You don't have a home here." He stated. I growled.

"That's none of your business. Just go to a hotel, I'll stay there." He growled back and pulled the car over the side of the road. I lifted my head and glared at him. He glared back at me. "Fine, I don't have a home here, what are you going to do?" I gave up. There was no use in fighting. Jacob quickly turned the car around, and started up the road, back to the reservation. "What are you doing?"

"Taking you back to the reservation. You can stay there until your parents can find a home for you guys. Billy is probably checking to see how you all are related to the Quileute anyways." He shrugged in the seat.

"I don't have parents." I mumbled and looked out the window. I could feel Jacob glance off the road and at me, but I refused to look at him.

"What happened to them?"

"They were murdered." I mumbled again.

"If you don't mind me asking, by who?"

"A monster." I fought to keep the tears back. I sniffled, getting his attention on accident.

"Are you crying?" I shook my head 'no', unable to answer without bursting into tears. "Seriously, are you crying?" A tear ran down the side of my face and I quickly wiped it away. He pulled over to the side of the road and wrapped his arms around my shoulder, pulling me to him. I buried my head into his shoulder and let the tears run free. I knew I shouldn't have, I didn't even know this kid and here I was, making myself weak, a chance to attack and kill. But something deep inside me told me to trust him. Something inside of me said he would make everything okay. Jacob pushed my hair off of my face and rested his hand on my forehead for a minute. "I think you might be sick. Not even a wolf should be this hot."

"I haven't gotten more than four hours of sleep in the last week. I don't think it helps that I was in the rain for over twenty-four hours straight one of those seven days." I spoke softly into his shoulder. He unwrapped one of his arms from around my shoulders and put it on the steering wheel. I could feel the car slowly start forward again.

"Let's get you to bed then. We can't have you getting sick and spreading it to everyone else." He told me. The car speed forward more. I knew he was going above the speed limit. It didn't bother me. Jacob pulled me out of the car with him, carrying me bridal style into his house.

"Jake, about this Rogue girl…" An elderly man in a wheelchair was sitting in the living room with Sam and a few other people.

"Dad, not right now." Jacob's voice rumbled in his chest. His arms pulled me tighter against him as he started moving through the small house again. He laid me down on a soft surface I immediately knew to be a bed. My head rested against a soft pillow that smelt of shampoo and the forest. It smelt like Jacob. "Stay here, I'll be right back." He softly told me and left the room.

Jacob's P.O.V.

I walked back to the bathroom and ran a wash cloth under cold water. I rang the cloth out and brought it back to Rogue. I sat on the bed next to her and brushed the hair out of her face. The blonde bangs were stuck to her forehead with sweat. I placed the cold wash cloth on her forehead and watched as a shiver ran through her body.

"Thanks, Puppy." She whispered to me with a smile. Her hand found it's way into mine and gave it a light squeeze.

"No problem, Rogue." I smiled back to her. I glanced at the doorway, Sam glaring at me. "I'll be right back." I whispered to her and gave her hand a squeeze. Her eyes darted to Sam and back to mine. Rogue nodded and pulled her hand out of mine. I felt like part of me had been lost. I got off the bed and walked up to Sam. "Can I help you?"

"What are you doing with her, Jacob?" His voice was low and stern. He was assuming his position as "leader of the pack".

"I'm giving her somewhere to stay."

"You don't know her Jake. She could be a mass murderer for all you know!" I glanced back at Rogue. I knew we had been talking so she couldn't hear but something told me she could hear. I watched her as she rolled over on her side and curled into a small ball.

"She's not a mass murderer." I growled at him. "And I may not know her but I feel like I do. Something is telling me she's good, and she needs my help. Sam," I caught his gaze that had been on Rogue, "she's alone. She has no parents and as far as I know, she has no brothers or sisters. She has no where to go."

"And you think Billy will let her stay here?"

"I'm hoping we can trace her family line back and see if she has any relatives to stay with, and if she doesn't, then yeah. I'm sure I could convince him to let her stay until she has somewhere to go." Sam shook his head at me.

"Sometimes I wonder about you, Jacob." I grinned at him.

"I wonder about myself a lot." He shook his head again and left. I stood in the doorway and watched Rogue. Her breathing evened out quickly, indicating she was asleep. I took a few steps forward, staying three feet away from where she was on my bed. This girl was confusing me. I had only just met her, but I felt like I would die without her. It felt as though I had to please her, to do everything to gain her approval. When I was around her, it was like nothing else mattered.

"Jacob…" She whimpered my name in her sleep. I moved so I was standing next to the bed and took her hand into my own. It wasn't like Bella's, who felt like and ice cube to me. She felt normal, as if I were still a normal person. But it also felt right to just be holding her hand. "Jacob..," She whimpered again, "lay with me." Her breathing proved she was still sleeping, but her hand was gently tugging at my arm. I pushed her back and crawled into bed next to Rogue. Almost immediately she clung to me like a small child to their favorite stuffed animal. Her arms were around my middle and her head nuzzling into my chest. I sighed in content, breathing in the wonderful scent of lavender that rolled off of Rogue. I carefully wrapped my arms around her and laid my head on top of hers. She stopped whimpering. I kissed the top of her head and closed my eyes. I let sleep take over me.

Sam's POV

I watched Jacob and Rogue, both of them unknown to my presence. It reminded me a lot of Emily and I, when we first met. I let the thought of the two wolves imprinting slip into my mind.

Is that even possible?, I asked myself. He sure is acting as if he did. He is defending her, and taking care of her, which is what she supposedly needs right now. And the job of the wolf who imprints is to be whatever the other needs. Rogue needs a protector and a caretaker. Jacob is protecting her from me and taking care of her right now. I watched as Jacob kissed Rogue's forehead and went to sleep.

Well, if they haven't imprinted then they sure as hell have some serious feelings for each other…, I told myself and left the small room.