Your Everything

A Jared and Kim Story – I haven't read many of them in a while, so I though t I would put one out there. About imprint. Because it isn't mentioned much in the books, I took some creative liberties lol. Anyways, comments/reviews are welcome – flames even! Any criticism is good criticism! AN – From Jared POV – Bold is Kim's.

The first time I looked in your eyes I knew

That I would do anything for you

The first time you touched my face I felt

What I never felt with anyone else

I wanna give back what you've given to me and

I wanna witness all of your dreams

Now that you've shown me who I really am

I wanna be more than just your man

Oh no. That was the first thought I had upon looking into her eyes since I changed. Oh God no. Not her. She doesn't deserve this!

But I struck up a conversation. And, with the first she spoke, she had me. Hook, line and sinker, heart and soul, I was hers.

"Jared?"

Oh, how her brow crinkled, and her half-smile made me almost giddy. Gah, I had it bad.

Quickly, plans were made for the afternoon. I couldn't' wait to see her again.

That after noon, she casually brushed my hair out of my face – the gesture meant nothing to her, but meant the world to me. She had touched me. She had touched me.

I had never felt electricity like that with anyone – it made me feel alive. How I craved that feeling.

From that point on, everything – my last breathe, my life – was all hers. She could have it all. What was I without her?

I wanted to know her dreams, her deepest desires and superficial wants.

She brought out the human in me – who I really was. Around anyone else, I was quiet, happy to speak only when I had something to say, and then only sparingly.

But with her, I was animated, extravagant. Alive.

And I was hers.

I was her man.

I wanna be the wind that fills sails

And be the hand that lifts your veil

Be the moon that moves your tide

The comin up in your eyes

Be the wheel that never rusts

Be the spark that lights you up

All that you've been dreaming of and so much more

I wanna be your everything

After that, things went from fun, superficial to wonderfully deep – to put it simply, we fell in love, properly, not some stupid wolf crap thing – the real deal.

I felt the overwhelming desire to give her gifts, to be goofy, just to make her smile, laugh, give her an excuse to touch me – if it was a slap (which didn't hurt – not much did these days – but Paul did get close)

I felt poetic – something I kept way at the back of my head – the guys would give me crap over that for months. But I wanted to be what she dreamt of, her reason for being like she was mine.

After our first kiss I was ready to propose.

I wanted to be her everything.

When you wake up

I'll be the first thing you see and

When it gets dark you can reach out to me

I'll cherish your words and

Finish your thoughts and

I'll be your compass baby

When you get lost

I ran past her house on patrol deliberately – despite the anger Sam showed towards me, he knew it was because it was Imprint – he told me I could tell her.

About the wolves.

Oh God, that conversation. I dreaded that.

So, one night, a Friday night, I came in through her window (AN: probably where Jacob got the idea lol) and sat on the corner of her bed – it was about 2 in the morning.

She sat up, eyes bleary and unfocused. But as soon as she saw me, she smiled, like I was heaven on earth.

That gave me hope.

"We have something to talk about," I told her, trying not to be too depressed over the fact that she could hate me forever – for telling her, for not telling her sooner – I don't know what girls think!

I remember that night.

He told me about the wolves. I thank God Billy had the sense to drill it into us as kids those stories – we could skip those long monologues.

But after I found out, I grinned at him. Silly Jared – I love him, who cared if got a little hairy some of the time?

I love him.

I didn't care.

After that night, things took off full speed.

We were inseparable – finishing each others sentences, calling each other at ridiculous hours (once I discovered his 'schedule') and he called me baby.

I was never fond of that nick-name until he called me it.

And he hung off every word I said like it was gospel truth – he cherished it. It made me feel special.

He made me feel special.

I loved him.

I wanna be the wind that fills sails

And be the hand that lifts your veil

Be the moon that moves your tide

The comin up in your eyes

Be the wheel that never rusts

Be the spark that lights you up

All that you've been dreaming of and so much more

I wanna be your everything

I dreamt of her touch, of our life that we would someday have – me lifting her veil and trying to contain myself – I don't think kissing her before the priest started would be good.

I wanted to be there in the mornings, to be the first thing that she saw, she to be the first thing that I saw

I wanted to be her spark – I had noticed that when we alone, we were animated, but with company – friends, family or complete strangers, we were silent.

I wanted to be the knight in shining armour that starred in her dreams.

Poetic yes – manly? Hardly.

I'll be the wheel that never rusts

Be the spark that lights you up

All that you've been dreaming of and more

So much more

I wanna be your everything

I wanted to be the wheel that kept him going – never rusting, never stopping, never needing changing. Constant. I was constant – constant for him.

I want to be the one he dreams of in the middle of the night – the one who makes him sweat, the one he fights for.

I wanted to be his everything

I wanna be your everything

I wanna be your everything.

And I guess I am.

And I'm her everything – we confessed it to each other.

We are each other's everything's.

We are perfect.