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It was only yesterday that I'd told my friends about the bloodsuckers so I really wasn't expecting to home from school on the Reserve to find Sam and Billy waiting in the living room, ready to talk. I so know what this is going to be about, and I really don't want to talk about it. So I'm gonna play dumb. Real dumb.

My dad pushed his wheel chair forward and held out his hand. "Son."

"Who? I mean… hello." Fuck. Too dumb.

Billy gave me a strange look before turning and wheeling to the couch. "Take a seat Jacob." I did as he was told. With caution.

"So guys, what going on? Chillen? Killen?"

Sam sighed. "Jacob-"

"No, Uley, let me." He come closer, and put his hand on my knee. Fuck oh fuck! I know where this is going. "Jacob. Son, is there something you need to let me know?"

"No…" I winced slightly at that. God I hope they didn't notice that.

"Jacob, you need to tell us the truth!"

"Sam!"

"Dad I really have nothing to tell you! What did you think was happening?"

Billy sighed. "Nothing son, nothing. You're excused." Sam looked ready to protest but before he could say anything Billy giving him a warning glance.

"Thanks." Oh shit that was close. I got up with one last glare in their direction and went outside.

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My friends were sitting around on the beach when I finally found them in La Push. They looked like they were having a good time, laughing and shit. God that pissed me off.

"Hey guys!" I tried to sound level and not phase, but you could probably here the tension in my voice. My teeth were clenched and I walked stiffly towards them.

They all turned to me in what I decided was fear, except Seth who looked a bit confused, and Leah who looked smug.

Quil and Embry jumped and pointed at her. As if I already didn't know.

She smiled sweetly. "Hi-a Jake!"

"Well hey Leah, how was your afternoon.?" I smiled stiffly back.

"Fabulous. What about you?" She practically sang those words.

"Well… God damn it Leah! How could you!"

"Look they need to know! This could affect the whole tribe." She stopped smiling. "You take what I did as a bitchy move. Me, Sam and your dad see it as a necessity! Besides, your dada didn't seemed to upset."

"Right, and what about Sam?"

"He might need some convincing."

"Yeh that's what I thought."

"Hey don't get all pissy with me!" She stood now, and despite the fact that she was smaller than me, she still felt very threatening. "I did what I thought was right!"

"But it's not your issue so you shouldn't have told!" I sounded big (at least to me) but as I said it I backed up slightly. "It's my business and my business alone! I would have told soon."

"Hah!" She barked out a laugh at me. "Bullshit Jake! Admit it, you'll tell your friends but that's as far as it goes! The pack, your family, Bella, the bloodsuckers… they'd never find out would they?"

"Well-"

"Jake!"

"It could have happened-"

"Jake…" I sent a silent look of help towards my friends, but it seemed as though they wanted nothing to do with it, looking any where but me.

"Fine, I wouldn't have! And I really wish I hadn't told you!"

"Watch it Jake, at this point we're the only ones on your sides. Mess with us and soon you'll have to tell Bella, just so you could have someone to talk to about your stupid issues." With that, she left. Phasing and running into the bush land.

I sighed, and walked to where everyone else was waiting in silence.

"Jake-" Quil began.

"Don't" I sat down heavily beside Embry.

"Look, I'm really sorry about Leah-"

I sighed again and hunched over. "It's not your fault Seth."

Quil moved next to me and placed his hand on my shoulder. I tried not to shy away from him. "Exactly! It's not anyone's fault. You can't help who you imprint on. I didn't want to imprint on Claire, but when I got used to it you and that blo- uh, your imprint will be very… happy together?"

Wow. That started off pretty well, but now I just feel worse. "Oh god." I groaned.

Embry made an annoyed whine at the back of his throat. "He means that everything will turn out fine, and dude, Sam backstabbed Leah for Em, so he can't really talk morality!"

"Yeh Jake!" Seth piped up.

"Hmm." I looked up to see them smiling reassuringly at me. I suddenly felt a surge of guilt. "Look, guys… I'm really sorry about everything. I didn't mean to sound like a sad sack of crap-"

"Don't worry about it Jakey. We all go through this when we imprint. When Seth or Embry imprints, it'll be our job to help them through it – just like we're doing to you now."

Seth offered a hand to me, and I took it as he helped me up. "Now, please, go talk to your dad. Kay?"

Shit. They were totally right. Damn I hate them sometimes.

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I came into my house with my head down. I still felt really guilty about how negative I was to my friends. They said it was okay, but I don't want them to think I'm ungrateful or anything.

"Hey dad. Can I – uh…"

Billy looked up from the game he was watching with Charlie. He nodded at me – he was very reserved. Shit. Now I'd scared away my dad.

Charlie on the other hand jumped up to say hi and shake my hand. "Hi-a Jacob! How's it goin'? Bella asked me to ask you where you've been at recently? I think she's been missing you!" He gave me a nudge and a wink. Oh geez.

"Haha?" I gave an awkward laugh in reply – he didn't notice.

"Charlie." Said man turned to look at Billy. "I need to talk to my son alone about some, personal, family matters. Would you excuse us? We'll be back soon. Give me an update on the game when I get back. OH! – And help yourself to another beer, yeh?"

"Right-oh Billy." Charlie slapped me manly on the back before turning to the fridge. I grabbed Billy's chair and pushed him into the study to talk.

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I shut the door behind us, and I wheeled my dad to a free wall. I grabbed a pillow-cushion from the couch and sat down, hugging the pillow-cushion to my chest subconsciously.

Billy stared me down, and, submissively I turned my head away from him. "Son." It was firm, but quiet. I think I threw up a little in my mouth. "Ms. Clearwater told me of what happened."

I jumped up in my seat to stand. "Dad! – Father… I really didn't mean to I-"

"Jacob. You need to understand that-"

The door burst open and Sam stepped through.

"Uh, sorry Black. You told me to come over? Detective Swan told me to come through here."

Billy sighed. "That's fine Uley. Please Sit."

Sam looked between the seat next to me on the couch and the hard chair that belonged to the wooden computer desk. He chose the chair.

"As I was saying. Ms. Clearwater told us what happened." Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. "It's completely normal." Oh fu- what?

Sam looked a little put-off, but not at all surprised. Un-like me.

"But – uh – no one ever mentioned anything about this before?"

"Yes, well. We didn't think it would happen. You hadn't shown any signs of homosexuality." Sam coughed. This wasn't fun. "None of you had. But, it wasn't right of us to withhold this information. There are things that you don't know. We will be telling everyone at the next meeting."

"Can't you just-"

"However. You are directly in the situation, so I will let you know now. Imprinting is to serve two major purposes. One is to find love, the second is to make sure our tribe does not die out. These two intertwine. Imprinting means that we are with the ones we want to be with, while enabling the tribe to survive. Are you following."

"…Yes. Completely." He looked skeptical. "No?"

"What's wrong?"

"What I don't get it."

"…Okay. Basically, if Ms. Clearwater were to imprint on a woman," I chocked a bit there, "then she would be able to impregnate the said woman."

"Great, now I'm completely lost."

Sam growled a bit at me, impatient. "What he means is that to ensure the survival of the Quileutes, every pair, or 'couple', is able to reproduce."

"Yes. Therefore, son, you are able to become impregnated." Sam looked uncomfortable. I nearly fainted.

"What!"

"Son, every man in this tribe can do this." Again, Sam shifted in his chair. I pretended it was the chair, and not the topic.

"But why can't we impregnate them?"

"Regular men are only equipped to impregnate, not to be impregnated. As we are not regular men, we are able to form a surrogate uterus so that a reagular man can impregnate us. Just as regular women are only able to be impregnated, not impregnate. Leah is not a regular woman, therefore in a relationship with a woman, young Leah would only be able to produce a sperm like substance for the other woman to conceive."

I'm really not happy to be talking about this with my dad, but I think that he may have stunned me into silence. I looked over to Sam, and he looked like he was gonna chuck. This is getting a little too weird.

"I know this sounds a bit strange and a bit skeptical."

Yep.

"We'll be letting the others know at a meeting later tonight. But as you are already informed, you do not need to attend. And Jake, you can tell us who you have imprinted on when you feel that you need to. I do want to know though, Jacob. You will tell me eventually."

But… what? Leah didn't- wow.

"Dad…"

"Yes?"

"I really, really, don't want a child."

"This trait does not mean that you need to reproduce, it simply gives those who wish to the option."

"But how do I..."

"Condoms Jacob."

That pretty much ended the meeting.

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