APOV

This is insane, I thought. I was driving to the border of La Push to get information of the whereabouts of missing person who hated me. No one had seen Jacob Black in over a month and now I was supposed to find him. Finding Jacob Black, that was my mission.

As I arrived at the border, Sam, the alpha of the werewolf pack, was waiting for me.

"Seth noticed you coming while he was on patrol," he said. "What do you need?"

"I need to know if you have any evidence on where Jacob is," I said.

"Actually," he laughed, "we do. He's at home."

"Home? I thought he was somewhere Canada."

"He was," explained Sam, "but he came back. He was going to come to Bella's reception… What happened to her?"

This was convenient. Too convenient. There has to be catch. "Can I have permission to see him?"

"No." Oh. The catch.

"Sam," I said. "This is urgent. We're running out of time."

"What's going on?"

"It's Bella. Jacob is the only person she'll listen to right now. Please, Sam."

"No," he said stubbornly. "I'm sorry, Alice, but the treaty is the law."

I sighed. Why did he have to be so difficult? "If you're sorry then you would-"

"No. Nice try, but no."

"Can you at least bring him here to me?" I looked up into his eyes, trying my best to look stunningly in innocent and helpless. Innocent and helpless… that's a good one.

"Fine," he surrendered, and sped off down the road. I watched phase and run out of my sight into the dense forests of La Push. I wondered how Edward was doing, how he was taking the entire situation. How long would it be before he lost his mind? I couldn't tell; no decisions had been set in stone quite yet.

I sighed, bored of leaning against my car in the wilderness. I hate waiting; I never did have the patience.

Thankfully, Jacob raced up the road within the next five seconds.

"Hey," he said, "it's the psychic!"

"Come with me," I said, not bothering to properly greet him.

"Hello to you to," he said sarcastically.

"I'm serious, Jacob. Please get in the car."

"You sound like you're trying to abduct me!" he exclaimed. Jacob seemed to be in difficult mood. Lovely.

"Don't mess with me, wolf. And don't underestimate me. Just because I'm short-"

"What's going on, Alice?" he said, turning suddenly into a more serious mood. "Is it-"

"Bella? Yes."

"I thought you couldn't see my future," he remarked.

"I can't. You're just predictable."

He sighed and looked up at me with a worried face. "What happened to Bella?"

"She lost her memory."

"She WHAT?" he shouted. "She lost her memory?"

"You heard me. She doesn't remember any of us. Not me, not Emmett, or Rose or Jasper, not even Edward. I think- I think she broke his heart," I added. But as sad as Jacob's face was, I could tell not a smidge of that remorse was in any way directed toward Edward and his loss.

"Not even me?" he squeaked.

"That's the thing, Jacob. You're the only person she would remember. She knew you before she moved to Forks, and she doesn't remember anything after that."

"Well where do I come in?" he demanded. "What do you want me to do about it?"

"Just talk to her or something. She won't believe anything Carlisle tells her about the past one and a half years of her life. She thinks she's still seventeen. Carlisle thinks she'll listen to you because she knows who you are."

"Alright, alright, I get it. Just drop me off at the hospital and I'll take it from there."

"Thanks, Jacob," I said.

"Don't mention it, psychic," he replied in his usual tone he used towards vampires: the hostile one.

As I drove down the winding road that would take me back to Forks, I quickly scanned Jacob's outfit; there wasn't much to scan, as he only wore shorts. He could at least wear designer shorts if those were the clothes he wore. Imagine that, only wearing shorts. I decided that if werewolves and vampires ever stopped feuding, I would take him shopping for some decent clothes.

"Alice?" he asked, surprisingly using my birth name instead of one of his 'nicknames.'

"What?"

"How did Bella lose her memory?"

She narrowed her eyes. "You should know."

I saw him grimace as he realized that the accident was his fault. Even though he was a self-centered mitch, I felt the teensiest bit sorry for the poor guy. He loved Bella, too, but he could never have her.

As we arrived at the hospital, I parked in the parking lot and walked in with Jacob instead of just dropping him off like he requested. While groaning about how I had made his life that much more difficult, we walked through the doors of the large building and into the entrance hall.

"Hello, how may I help you?" asked the receptionist.

"We're here to visit Bella Swan," I replied. "Carlisle sent for us."

"Carlisle?" she asked with astonished eyes. "You mean… Dr. Cullen?" So he had a fan club? Interesting…

"Yes, Dr. Cullen. I'm one of his foster children."

"And I'm Jacob!" said Jacob.

The receptionist glanced his way but paid no more attention to him than that. "Did Dr. Cullen send for him, too?" she giggled. It really bugged me when people got all crazy for Carlisle. At first, it was funny, but then it got old.

"Yes," I said in an annoyed tone. "Dr. Cullen sent for him, too."

She giggled again. "Who were you looking for, again?"

"Bella Swan."

"Room 209. Second floor, third door on the left."

I walked off, too annoyed with the receptionist to linger. On the elevator, there was a married couple who kept giving me looks of horror. Finally, I realized that they thought I, a seventeen year old, was dating Jacob, who looked around the age of twenty-six. Ha! Jacob… my boyfriend… as if.

Following me as I stepped out of the elevator, Jacob and I walked down the hallway to Bella's room.

"I have to go," I said. "Can I trust you here? Alone? With Bella?"

"No, Alice," I said. "I'm going to eat her." I rolled my eyes at him. Sure, he looked ten years old than he really was, but he what he had in age he lacked in maturity. "Later psyc," he said.

"Later, pup." Or not, hopefully. Jacob could be so annoying. "And remember," I added. Though she doesn't remember it, Edward is still her boyfriend. So don't get any ideas." And with that, I turned around and walked down the hallway, wondering what exactly I had just done.