Diclaimer: I don't own antyhing from Twilight.

- NPOV

Memories

The second night passed. It became light outside the window. This meant Wednesday. Joham had said in just a few days. How many days was just a few days? I refused to think about it. It would not happen. But a quiet little voice inside my head would sometimes say When? or How? It could be Wednesday. It could be any day. It could be today.

I had crept back to the wall, replaying memories. Maybe I was going insane. It certainly felt like it. My head was hurting so much it made me feel dizzy. My shoulder would definitely get a bruise. Dad sitting with me on the bed, telling me a goodnight-story. His smile was filled with love and happiness. Mom taking me down to La Push when I was a little girl. I was tugging her hand, wanting us to go faster.

Jacob and me watching TV on the couch at home, he laying on the sofa beside me with his head rested on my lap. My whole family out hunting, Emmet teasing me about my speed. Jacob barking playfully towards him as if to dare him say that again. My last birthday, Alice going insane with decorations, Jacob looking at me with blazing eyes from across the room.

Seth. Jasper. Rose. Esme. Carlisle. Charlie. I would never see my grandpa Charlie again. The wolf-pack spread around in the living-room, laughing and joking. Billy. Emilys place. La Push. Home. Our little cottage. Jacob hugging me that night he told me about the imprinting, saying it was only me, calling me silly. Far away I heard muted noises. Someone yelling. A thud. I barely noticed.

Dad, kissing my forehead. The feeling of riding a wolf, the speed, the wind, the fur beneath my fingers. Another thud. Someone yelling again. Mom stroking my face when she thought I was asleep. Watching my dad sending mom a loving look. Jacob telling me that he loved me. Someone was by the door outside. More yelling. Jacob hugging me, whispering my name. Someone unlocked the door. Jacob saying my name again, and again and again. The door opened. Jacobs face, his warm soft skin, his dishevelled black hair.

The Jacob in my mind was no longer whispering, he was much more loud. Shouting. I opened my eyes and my memory-Jacob suddenly seemed so real, so alive. Was I imagining things? I must be hallucinating too. Great.

"Reneesme"

He was shouting. And he had called me Reneesme. That was weird. My memory-Jake mostly called me Nessie. Jacob used to call me Reneesme only when it was something serious.

I opened my eyes a little more, and stared into Jacobs frightened face. His eyes were frantic, crazed. Terrified.

"Nessie" he said, and I felt a pair of hands wrap around me, my face, my head, my arms. He even smelled like Jacob. What a weird hallucination. Or was it?

"Jacob?" my voice came out in a rasp whisper.

I could only focus on his eyes. Hazel hazel hazel brown eyes. I had to close my own eyes for a second, and then I couldn't find any strength to open them again. I felt hands flutter over my body, I heard loud voices far far away. I vaguely remember being lifted up from the ground.

Something cold and wet was running down my face. I started to cough and gasp for air and I realized it was water. I opened my eyes. I was outside, laying on my back and the ground was moist. I stared up into Jacobs face.

"Nessie?" his voice was desperate. "Renesmee? Do you hear me?"

I tried to answer but ended up coughing some more.

"Yes" I finally managed to squeeze out. He hugged me then, dragging me up in a sitting position, pressing me to him. His shoulders were shaking and he held me to him as if his life depended on it. I slowly realized that he actually was here with me. He had found me. I relaxed into his arms and let him hold me. After a while he loosened his grip slightly to look at me. His eyes were red-rimmed.

"Are you all right? Can you walk?"

He cupped my face with both of his hands and searched my face.

"I...think so"

I tried to think but my mind wouldn't cooperate. My eyelids felt heavy. Jacob didn't give me a chance to find out if I could walk or not, he simply lifted me up as if I was a feather. I heard someone yell and I realized we were not alone.

"Joham" my eyes flew open, and met Jacobs. I started to stutter. "He's here, we need to get away, he can't...what if he..."

"Relax, Nessie. It's taken care of"

The fear in Jacobs eyes was replaced by hatred. It was a strange and unfamiliar look on his face, and something I had never seen before. I heard running steps. Someone were talking with low voices, like the way you would speak in a hospital. I realized they were talking like that because of me. It smelled smoke and fire. And wolf.

"Is the pack here?" I whispered.

"Yes" he said simply. " Let's get you home now".

Some more steps.

"How is she?" I heard Seth say. His voice was filled with concern. I didn't realize I had closed my eyes again.

"Can you guys clean this up? I should get her home."

I could almost picture the concerned look Jacob sent me, even with my eyes closed.

"Go. She needs to get out of here."

"Nessie?" I opened my eyes, and blinked a few times to get them into view.

"Hi Nessie" Seth said. His voice was weak as he stroke his hand over my hair. His ever-present smile was gone. Jacob put me very carefully back on my feet, and Seth supported me firmly so I wouldn't loose my balance.

"I'm going to phase." Jacob said. "Will you manage to hold on to me, on the way home?"

Home. We were going home. By the thought of that, I felt like I could do anything.

"Yes" I said.

He studied my face, before he stepped away from me. I noticed his pants were too short – he must have borrowed them from someone since they obviously weren't his. He didn't bother to take them off before he phrased – they ended up in rags by his feet. He didn't seem to notice. The big wolf knelt down on his knees in front of me, and Seth helped me climb up. I positioned myself between Jacobs huge shoulder blades and gripped his fur firmly with both hands. Home. Jacob. As he started to run I closed my eyes and didn't think.

It was a long ride home. It didn't really matter. Jacob was there. I relaxed in between his shoulder blades with my eyes closed. His steps were urgent and aggressive. Once I laid my hand on his forehead. Thank you. He answered by running even faster.

I don't know if I fell asleep or not. I guess I was somewhere in between sleep and consciousness. I could feel it when we arrived home, could smell our little cottage deep into the forest. Good memories. I climbed down from Jacob and leaned against the front porch with my eyes closed. All I wanted was to go inside with Jake, lay down in my bed and sleep. After just a few seconds, arms wrapped around me, and Jacob lifted me up. He smelled of wood and rain and warmth and skin. I could hear his familiar heartbeat thunder right next to my ear. The sound was soothing. He carried me inside and into my room and put me down on my bed – it felt wonderfully soft and inviting.

I opened my eyes and my eyes met his. He was leaning over me, still worried. I moved a little to the side, to make room for him. I noticed he was naked. I didn't really care right now, and neither did he. He laid down beside me, covering himself with a blanket, and draping another blanket over me. He put his arms around me and held me close to his chest. The tears came then, and I cried as I have never cried before. Jacob held me close, stroking my hair soothingly. I cried until I was gasping for air and he kissed my head over and over again, comforting me.

A sudden need filled me then, a need for him. I reached up towards him and kissed his mouth urgently. Not out of want or lust, but out of pure need. He kissed me back in the exact same way, our lips moving frantically against each other, trying to find a way to be even closer. My tears kept trailing down my face, and made his face all wet too. When I thought I couldn't take it any longer, he just wrapped my head down to rest under his chin, close to his neck. He let me cry until there were no tears left. His eyes were red-rimmed as well. I calmed down eventually, but it took a long time before I managed to relax. I clung to him until I fell asleep, his arms wrapped safely around me.

When I woke up, his arms were gone. I fumbled around me to find him, but he wasn't there. I opened my eyes.

"Jacob?" my voice was shivering.

"I'm here" he replied and I looked down. He was sitting by the foot of the bed, just putting his phone away. He had put on one of my grey sweats. Or maybe it was one of his own, which I'd borrowed. He laid down beside me again, and stroke my hair away from my face.

"Your dad." he gestured towards the phone "Wanted to hear if there was any news"

"News?"

"About you. If you were awake. I promised to call as soon as you were. They are on their way".

"They are coming home?"
"Of course, Nessie. They would have come sooner if I had had the opportunity to call them sooner. I didn't have a chance to call them before last night."

"Why not?"

"Because I didn't bring a phone. I was searching for you, you know"

"What day is it?" I wondered.

I looked out of the window. It was dark.

"It's Wednesday night. It will be Thursday in just a few hours"

He paused, and his look grew darker.

"Renesmee".

He'd used my serious-name. I watched his as he drew a deep breath.

"What happened to you? You need to tell me everything that happened to you"

"Joham" I suddenly burst out, remembering. "And the humans. What happened to them? Where are they?"

He sighed before he answered.

"The pack took care of it. Joham is dead, the humans were delivered to the police I guess. The guys have made up a story. It's been taken care of. Joham wont bother you again"

So he was dead. I looked down. I didn't know what to say, what to feel. I was relieved, for sure. But other than that, I didn't know. I looked down on my body, to see that I was a mess. My clothes were damp and dirty.

"I'm going to take a shower" I informed him. "Because I desperately need one right now"

It looked like Jake was about to say something, but changed his mind.

"Okay." was all he said. In contrast to his words he tightened his arm around me as if unwilling to let me go. I kissed his cheek and carefully rewrapped his arm from around my waist. He reluctantly let me do it. I got up and walked into the bathroom. He followed.

I went over to the drawer to find some clean sheets. My clothes had no doubt made it necessary to change the old ones. Jacob snatched the sheets out of my hands

"I'll do it" he said, and sent me a little smile before he left, closing the door quietly behind him. I quickly undressed and put the clothes in the washingmachine. Ick. I went over to the shower without looking in the mirror.

It was the best shower I had ever had. I washed my hair three times and used a conditioner, something I normally didn't bother to do. It felt wonderful. When I was done, I wrapped a towel around me and drew a deep breath before I looked into the mirror. It wasn't as bad as expected. It had probably been a lot worse, with dried blood everywhere, but I'd managed to wash it all off. My face was bruised, as I knew it would be. My shoulder had deep purple bruises marked after Johams hand. The panda-eye looked even worse than before. All in all it wasn't a pretty sight, but it could have been worse. I combed my hair and brushed my teeth twice. Then I went into my room to find some clean clothes.

Jacob was there, and the situation was oddly familiar. I almost chuckled, remembering the last time I had entered my room wearing only a towel. This time he didn't just sit there, though, he walked up to me and put his finger under my chin. He studied my face closely, and then the bruises on my shoulder. He didn't say anything, he just frowned. I found a pair of tights and a t-shirt and went back into the bathroom to change.

He was waiting outside the door when I came out. He took my hand in his and guided me back to my bedroom. He sat down on the bed, and I sat next to him.

"Nessie" he said, again serious. "What happened to you? What did they do? Tell me everything"

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