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Stairs

I was laying on the ground. It was damp and wet and there was mist everywhere. I looked around. No one. What was happening? Where was Jake? My parents? Where was I? I tried to get up, but found out I couldn't move my legs. They felt like iron. I looked down and tried again. Nothing happened. What was this? What was happening to me?

When I looked up, there was someone there. A tall person. A man. He was standing in the shadow and I couldn't see his face. Something felt very wrong. Then there was pain. Excruciating, crushing pain. I tried to run, but I couldn't move my feet. I looked up again, and the person was standing over me. More pain. My legs wouldn't move.

He bent down, just inches from me, and I could finally see his face. It was Joham, and he was smiling. The pain was almost unbearable now. He reached a filthy hand towards me. I screamed. That I could do at least.

My eyes flew open and suddenly I could move again. All I could hear was my own screaming voice. Someone was really holding me down; this wasn't just a dream. I threw myself around trying to get up on my feet. Then a pair of hands gripped my shoulders very firm, and I looked into the eyes of my father. I froze in shock, and from the corner of my eyes I slowly recognized my own room. Standing behind him was mom, and towering over me on my left was no other than Jacob.

"It was a dream" my father said quietly. "Just a dream"

I realized I was holding my breath, and slowly let it out. Dad let go of my shoulders.

"Just a dream" I repeated. I locked eyes with my dad – I knew he'd seen. He gently stroke a hand over my forehead. I drew a deep breath and my heartbeat slowly settled into its regular, swift rhythm. Jacob was looking at me, his eyes filled with concern.

"Nothing will happen" my dad said solemnly. "I promise. It's gone now. Just a bad dream"

I drew another breath.

"I know"

My mom leaned down to hug me, and it made me relax a little.

"Are you feeling better?" she asked, searching my face.

"Yes. I'm just...yeah, I'm okay".

I saw her send my dad a questioning look, and he nodded. Mom kissed my forehead and my dad did the same before they both went out of the room leaving me and Jacob behind. He looked down at me.

"Don't go" I said to him.

He just nodded and sat down on the bed beside me.

"The pack got back" he said, playing with the fabric of my pillow. "They've taken care of everything. We can go see them tomorrow, if you'd like".

"Yes" I said, leaning back. "That sounds good"

He didn't answer. It was quiet. The only sound was the ticking from my alarm clock. I studied his face.

"What's this?" I asked, touching a little scratch right over his eyebrow. I very rarely saw him with any kind of scratch at all – he healed to fast for that. This must have happened very recent.

"You do know how to hit when you're dreaming, I'll give you that." he smiled. "Just look what you did to me!"

I gasped. "I did that?"

"Oh, chill. It's nothing. You should probably practise your hitting-technique once in a while anyway. It'll do you good"

"Ha ha." Very funny. Sorry, I added quietly, my hand on his cheek. He just smiled and shook his head.

"Try to sleep. I volunteer as a punching bag."

"I'm not sure if that's very wise of you".

"Oh, I'll risk it"

He laid down and opened his arms and I crawled closer to him. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. It wasn't difficult, since I could feel him relaxing beside me. I didn't have any more bad dreams that night.

We slept for hours. Hours, hours, hours. When I woke, I felt groggy and limp. Everything was a mess around me; pillows and blankets and sheets and me and Jacob; I didn't know which was which. The sun was shining bright outside. I was laying there for several minutes, watching the sunbeams dance across the wall. The only sound was Jacobs heavy breathing. He was still sleeping. My parents were still here somewhere, I guess. They said they would stay. I liked knowing that they were here. I had missed them.

I looked down at Jacobs face beside me. His face was peaceful. No concerned lines across his forehead, no frown. His hair was dishevelled and it was evident he'd been sleeping heavy. I wondered when he'd last gotten a good nights sleep. The shadows under his eyes told me it had been a while. I didn't want to wake him. Suddenly he let out a heavy sigh, followed by a little snore. I laughed quietly to my self. I'd gotten used to his snoring. Sometimes he didn't snore at all, sometimes he snored so loud I thought the walls might come down.

After about twenty minutes he started to stir. He peeked at me through squinted eyes against the bright sunlight. I smiled, closing one of my eyes as well.

"Sleepyhead" I noted.
"Speak for yourself" he murmured, eyeing my hair. Yeah, it was in a mess.

"What time is it?" he looked around, confused.

"Half past two"

"Woah."

I smiled. " I think some sleep did you good"

"Likewise"

We fumbled around a little, trying to find out which limb belonged to who. He stroke his hand across my cheek sending me a smile, before he got up and went into the bathroom.

I got dressed and went into the living room to find it empty. I could smell omelet. Some one was cooking; and it turned out to be my dad. Mom was sitting by the kitchen table and they both greeted me when I entered

"Did you sleep well?" my mother asked, trying to smooth down the knots in my hair as I sat down.

"No more nightmares" I reassured her. She smiled.

"Do you want some?" my dad asked, nodding towards the omelet in the frying pan in front of him.

"Yes, please" Some food would be nice.

He flipped it over on a plate and put it in front of me, before he started to make another one for Jacob.

Jake joined us after a while – his hair still wet from the shower. My dad handed him an omelet too, which he eagerly consumed. He finished before I did. He explained about the pack to mom and dad, and how they'd gotten home last night.

"We should go and see them" I shot in. I wanted to see them again. Thank them.

"We can go right now, if you'd like"

I nodded.

"Renesmee" my mom said quietly. "Come back to the main house later, okay? Try not to be too late. Of course you should go and see the guys, but come back to us later. As soon as you can."

She sent me a serious smile, and I nodded. She wanted to see me, be around me. I could understand that after what had happened.

"I won't be late" I promised.

We said goodbye to my parents, and went outside.

"Are we going back to your house or to Emilys'?"

"Emilys, I think" he smiled down to me.

"Okay"

I closed my eyes as I turned in the other direction. I heard him chuckle quietly, so I stuck my tongue out at him. After a few seconds a warm muzzle poked me in the neck, and I turned around to face him. A huge wolf was looking down at me, his eyes the exact same hazel brown as his human eyes. I climbed up on his back, and he started a light jog through the forest. Well, to him this was light jog; to me it would be a sprint. Turtle, remember? His steps were calm and relaxed, so different from the last time we ran like this.

We reached Emilys place after a little while. Inside, we could hear someone chatting. They were here. I was surprised to see Jacobs car parked out by the front; one of the guys must have picked it up from the police station. Just before we reached the house, Jake stopped to let me down. I turned away while he phased and got dressed, and then we walked together up to the house. Jake wrapped his hand around mine.

They had heard us approach, so they knew we were coming. Everyone were there, spread all over the living room. Sams' pack, Seth, Leah, Emily and Kim. Even Claire was there, sitting next to Quil, peeking around his broad shoulder to look at me. As soon as we entered, all their faces turned towards us. One beat. Then Seth stood up, went up to me and gave me a tight hug. Then Embry hugged me, and then Emily.

They all went over to me, even Leah came over and gave me a half smile and a pat on the shoulder. She never was very sappy, Leah. She'd always been nice to me and I don't think she had anything against me, even though I think she really disliked me at first. But that was another story, I guess.

"How are you, Nessie?" Emily gripped my shoulders, and looked at me with concerned eyes.

"I'm okay"

I managed to give her a sincere smile, but she still looked dubious. I felt a little tense, with everyone watching me like that. I guess I was some sight, huh, with my purple face.

"Did you fall down the stairs too, Nessie?"

Claire had followed Quil over to our little crowd in the middle of the room, now peeking at me shyly from behind Quil, gripping his hand. She was referring to the one time she had fallen down the stairs at her home when she was seven, and gotten a bruise on her knee. It was nothing serious, except she'd cried a little. She eyed the bruises on my face knowingly. Everyone chuckled a little bit except Quil, who obviously remembered her fall with concern.

Her one question had broken all of the tension in the room, and moved their attention away from me. I smiled and bent down so that my eyes were level with hers.

"Yeah, I fell down some stairs. You know how that feels, huh?"

"Yes. My knee was all blue" she said, twisting her face into a frown as she remembered.

Everyone chuckled, and I smiled at the sight at her cute frown. I straightened back up as Quil bent down and lifted her up on his back. She squealed, and someone laughed. I sent Jacob a smile, and he tightened his grip on my hand.

Sam put a light hand on my shoulder.

"It's good to have you back" he said. He was smiling, but his eyes and voice were both serious. I smiled back and nodded. It certainly was.

"Thank you" I said. "All of you" I added, meeting their eyes. They just smiled and I received a few mock punches on my shoulder. I heard a few mutterings like"Anytime", "Don't think about it"; "Nothing to thank for" and "Don't mention it" before they went back to sprawl across Emilys living room. And that was that. Very guy-ish.

A.N: One chapter to go... Please review!:)