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G is for Gun

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"I can't believe you." She spat, one arm wrapped around his waist to carry him over to the couch. Seth leaned into her as he took the last stumbling steps to their destination. Sue wasn't at home, she was spending the weekend at Charlie's, it was a good thing too – she would have been running around worrying like crazy.

"He had a gun Lee!"

"Oh you think, cause I was wondering how you got the gaping hole in your chest." She snapped, " You aren't invincible Seth, you don't go jumping in front of bullets" Seth grunted as a wave of pain washed over him. (Apparently bullet wounds did that to you.) He gripped the couch cushion next to him until his knuckles turned white. Leah brushed the hair away from his face tenderly against her harsh words. The kid was too much heart, it'd get him killed someday.

"Leah, I'll heal," he grabbed her wrist and held it, "that little kid wouldn't."

Seth was there. Seth was alive. Seth was in unbelievable pain but he was still there. If Leah lost him she wouldn't know what to do. The thought alone was enough to put the scowl back on her face. Anger always was her default and it served her well.

"Just…God just be careful would you"

"Sure, sure." Leah rolled her eyes at the familiar phrase and reframed from punching him in his face. Seth could tell too, if the smile he gave her was any indication.

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Jacob came barrelling through the front door, his eyes scanning the room for his pack-mates. His eyes widened when they landed on Seth and made a beeline for the couch. He crouched down and prodded the skin around Seth's shoulder above the (still open) wound, "This should've started to heal by now." He said and ran his hand around the same area on Seth's back.

"Shit."

"What's wrong?" Leah asked, her back stiff from where she stood at Jacob's right hand side. Seth had beads of sweat running along his brow.

"The bullets still in there,"

"I thought it might be" Seth said.

Jacob turned to Leah, "Go get some tweezers or some really small scissors." Leah shot out of the room and into the bathroom for the first aid kit.

" She thinks m'gonna die." Seth said, Staring up at his alpha.

"You're NOT gonna die, as soon as we get it out, it'll close right over, give it a couple hours and you'll be good as new."

"I know…still…she's think'n it." His words were slurred, even as his body relaxed into the couch, if it weren't for the blood, you'd think it was a simple afternoon nap he was taking.

"Got it." Leah said. Handing the tweezers to Jacob and unwrapping some gauze. Jacob took it noticing the very careful way she was moving, the straight line of her shoulders, her eyes never moving from her brother.

He ran calming fingers across her knuckles, before dropping back down into a crouch. Leah followed the action and grabbed Seth's hand. Years before she'd allowed Jacob (and Quil and eventually Embry) see a glimpse of what she had to offer they'd thought she was a cold hearted bitch, looking at her at that moment he couldn't even piece those two people together.

Seth hissed as the metal instrument started digging around his flesh. Jacob winced,

"Sorry."

"S'ok"

"Look at you being all brave, gone are the days you would run screaming into my room when mom came at you with the antiseptic spray." She had a tight smile on her face, it didn't meet her eyes. "all over a little scratch."

Jacob smiled at the distraction, picturing it play out in the Clearwater house.

"Hmph, that stuff stung" Seth said, pained over the memory, it seemed.

"Big baby." Leah shook her head fondly, little Seth, how did he grow up so fast. Her dad would be happy with the man he was shaping up to be, hell the whole of La Push was happy wherever Seth was concerned.

He drew in a sharp breath, his eyes clenched shut and a stream of curse words flew from his mouth …Fu –

"Done." Jacob said, waving the tweezers infront of him, Seth cracked an eye open.

"Cool." He said.

Leah swiped him across the head, "Idiot."

"Cut it out," he smirked "I was just shot." He cried, making doe eyes at Jacob clutching at his heart dramatically, Jacob grinned.

"And here you are joking about it." She threw the gauze at Jacob and stomped out of the room.

Jacob shook his head and unwrapped the cloth. He pressed it down onto the raw skin and wrapped it three times. "Didn't even slap me, she must really be upset."

Seth just sighed, and lay his head back onto the sofa. He closed his eyes …and promptly fell asleep.

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It was dark outside when Jacob walked out onto the porch, his beta glanced up at him wearily. He sat down and waited.

Silence they could do. He was in her head, she was under his skin but silence they could do because some things are better left unsaid.

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"I can't lose him Jake." She's lost too many, Sam, Harry…him. He was never hers to lose and yet it happened anyway because she was just lucky like that.

He cant give her an empty promise, 'you'll never lose him' just like he cant tell her 'you'll never lose me.' No matter how much he wants to or how many times he's felt the words fall from his tongue because she can never know. He wont be Sam. (Even though, he's probably something much worse.)

"You know I'll do whatever I can to protect him." That was something he could do, besides Seth was a brother to him too.

Leah looked at him, he had quietly changed into a man, a leader, the alpha. The butterflies in her stomach hurt. "I know you will." She said softly. "We should go check on him."

They spent the rest of the night keeping Seth company, Leah sprawled out on the couch. Her head on Seth's shoulder and Jacob at the head in the two seater that for him made for more a loveseat.

Their little family at ease, for now, happy in the comfort of each others presence.