A/N: Hello nice people that read my story! How are you all? Good? I hope so. I'm not. But writing helps me escape for a little while, so please, take the time to reveiw! Now, I have a few words: I think chapters 1-11 were of Kim... breaking. She's like a bone that healed all wrong and had to be re-broken. And that's what Jared helped her do. He helped her get over her whole 'water-bugging' (basically when someone just represses and shies away from anything that makes them feel) thing. And he helped her realize just how nice it is to have someone that loves you. He's helping her re-heal, step by step. Perhaps 12-23 will be of Kim healing? So three books? The Re-break, The Healing, and The Revival? That's just what I've been playing with. Your input is helpful, so reveiw!!!

PS: I disclaim. I don't own A&A OR Twilight. But, I do own everyone who you don't recognize, so no stealing. Borrowing with permission? Absolutely :)

KPOV

I woke up a little disoriented. And not in my pajamas. And not in my bed. Anddefinitely not in my room. But there were familiar warm arms around me. Which prompted me right back to sleep in this strange bed, in this strange room.

"Baby? You awake?"

"No..." Jared chuckled and I felt the vibrations on my hand, which then must be on his chest. I tried to feel my other body parts. The skin on my face was on his... arm. His bicep. My leg was thrown over his hip. I'd worry about that being risque but I was just too tired right now. His hand was... tangled in my hair. So I was essentially laying on him. I didn't want to open my eyes; it was just so comfortable.

"Honey... if you don't wake up, I'm going to have to resort to some not-so-honorable ways of getting you up..." Jared trailed off as he kissed the top of my head. Right now, some not-so-honorable ways were looking pretty good. So I kept my eyes shut and snuggled a little closer to his body, if that was possible.

"Kim, wake up," he sang as he ran his free hand over my eyes. They fluttered open on their own and focused on his face. His beautifully angled face.

"Do I have to?"

"Well, you've slept a total of nearly twenty hours, so yeah, I think you should get up." Twenty hours? Holy shit! I have school, and horses, and homework and Max! When was the last time my poor puppy had been fed?! And - and what's the day?! And what the hell time is it!?

"What?!" I shreiked as I jumped out of the strange bed in the strange room.

"Whoa, calm down, okay? It's Monday, August 25th, 2005. I called Monica and she's taking care of everything down at Split Tree. I checked all of your files, no bills are due until next week and I had a cleaning crew go to your house today. Max is here. Everything is clean, neat, coordinated, and organized. Okay?" I honest to God had the best soulmate to ever grace the face of the planet. I collapsed back onto the bed, not so alarmed anymore.

"Thank you. Thank you, so much."

"Of course, Honey. You didn't think I would forget about all of the things that are important to you, did you?"

"No... no, I just... I don't really know where I am. An overview of the last forty-eight hours would be great," I said as I dug deeper under the covers and back into his side. He didn't answer.

"Jared?" I honestly didn't remember anything... He exhaled loudly and my whole body moved with his.

"I don't know... I don't know if I can tell you what happened without getting a little upset. So maybe - maybe we should just wait a little. Are you hungry?" I was hungry but I wanted to know what was going on.

"Jared, please tell me - " but I was cut off by a barrage of images, voices and sounds. Dad, crab cakes, Vicky, shoes, art, fists, and the slam of a door. And suddenly I couldn't breathe. My lungs were taking in air but it wasn't going anywhere. There was blood rushing somewhere, I didn't know where, but all I could hear was the pulsing of my heart. "Kim! Kim, breathe!" So maybe I wasn't breathing. That would account for the lack of air. Jared crushed me in his arms, literally held me so tight, so hard that I couldn't... freak out. I couldn't do my Kim Thing and throw a fit or a tantrum or any other detrimental thing.

"Wh - what's happening?" Why the hell couldn't I... feel.

"I'm repressing your nervous system. Just for a little while, I swear. I'm putting large amounts of constant, deep pressure across your body so that your pulse rate, your metabolic reactions, and your muscle tone decreases, thus repressing your nervous system. I'm compressing your central nervous system, slowing your heart down." ...uhm what?

"Way to go all Doctor Jared on me." I said a little sleepily.

"Yeah, well, you have a tendency to get a little ahead of yourself and I - I'm going to sound like a perverted douche bag, but I researched ways to... naturally calm someone down. So when you freak, I can help you. I can do something besides hug you. But then my mom found me and told me that when I hugged you, that I really was helping. I just needed to hug you harder... and longer."

I didn't know what to say. But whatever he was doing was seriously making me very relaxed... so I kind of just nodded a little and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry if I... if I shouldn't have done that but I wanted to help and -"

"Stop, Jay. Thank you. Thank you so much, again. You're... you're the best person in the world right now." He really was. He took time to learn how to freaking repress my nervous system so that I wouldn't freak out and make stupid/rash decisions that I would regret.

"I just wish I had known this earlier." Ouch. Those stupid three weeks where I actually thought I could stay away from my Jared.

"I'm sorry about that. You know I am. I really, really am. I'll spend the rest of forever telling you that - " ...had I really just used 'forever'? I mean, I thought about it, of course. But I had never actually said it. He was mine... forever. He had told me so, but that didn't mean that he wanted me forever. I tried to look up at him but I couldn't really move my body in his iron tight hold.

"The rest of forever with you sounds really good," he whispered. I've never met anyone more perfect.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Then I do believe we have a deal for eternity."

"Sounds... perfect."

"I concur." He chuckled and kissed my temple lightly. Oh how wonderful it felt to finally have his lips on me. I wiggled a little, trying to tell him I wanted more. Human affection was awesome. How the hell had I not had this before? Jared kept his arms around me for a while. He said that it worked better if the pressure stayed on for a while. I didn't mind. I don't think he did either. We just laid there and I didn't look around. I didn't see anything. I just felt. I used my whole body to feel Jared's presence around mine. It was beautiful.

Eventually he started running his hands up and down my arms, sending warmth everywhere. I finally got my senses back, my sight, my hearing. I took a look around. It looked like a boys room. Pictures of cars and boats and planes and some pictures of friends on the dark blue walls, no doubt framed by his mother. And there were a few pairs of cut-offs thrown over a gaming chair in front of a large TV with several gaming systems. The bed was large, seeing as how we both fit comfortably in it. I liked it. It felt like Jared. Warm, relaxed, welcoming.

"I like your room."

"Really? It's kinda messy. And you've been sleeping with Optimus Prime for a while..." I failed to notice the Tansformer sheets but they were just part of the charm. His beautiful, child like, innocent charm.

"I like Optimus Prime," I smiled as I stretched into the really comfortable and sweet smelling mattress. I felt like liquid, limber and fluid.

"... Why doesn't my back hurt?"

"Uh, well this might be weird but... I moved you. Every hour. I made sure you didn't stay in the same position. And when you were laying on your stomach or your side I messaged it so that it wouldn't be sore when you woke up. I had to leave for patrol but I put a heating pad on so that everything stayed warm for you. I know that's really awkward but... I know that you have some issues - which we're going to go see a specialist about soon, by the way - so I just wanted to make sure that you were as comfortable as possible." I have never met someone so... caring. So willing to go out of their way for someone else's happiness. I felt like I was going to cry.

"Thank you... I - I... I don't know how to tell you how much everything you do makes me so incredibly happy. You're perfect. And I just wanted to let you know that." He flipped me over so that I was facing him and kissed me. Kissed me so hard that there was no room to move.

"You're welcome. For everything. Because when you're happy, I'm ecstatic." I laughed and kissed his nose. Because it was perfectly shaped and fit right on his beautiful face like the rest of his features. His stomach rumbled loudly and I laughed again.

"Hungry?"

"Starving."

"Okay, so lets get food. Direct me to your kitchen, love."

"Yes ma'am." He was just so amazing.

JPOV

"My mom wants to have dinner with us tonight," I said as I swallowed Kim's famous pancakes. Her body tensed. When she was stressed or nervous, she didn't gulp or change her facial expression in any way, she just... tensed. Her whole entire body. And you could feel it. It was painful. I was contemplating lunging at her and doing the whole pressure thing again but she relaxed and shook her head.

"Okay. I can do that. It must be hard for her to not have you around like she used to." I let out a breathe I didn't know I was holding. Thank God. I had some things to attend to anyway. It was three right now... I could be back by six.

"Okay, here's what we're gonna do... if you want, of course. I'll drop you off at your house and you can go and do your Kim thing and I - " I should really learn how to think before I speak..."I - I have some pack stuff - things to take care of. Pack things. Mhm."

"You're a horrible liar. I don't want to know what exactly you're going to do just - just promise me that you won't murder anyone."

"I promise." Now I would never lie to my Kim but... I couldn't really promise that. Not one-hundred-percent.

"Okay." She knew I wasn't exactly being truthful... but she let it be. We finished breakfast and she walked around my house for a little. Smiling at the various baby pictures and admiring some of my mother's art. I had to force her out when it started getting late so that I had time to... take care of who needed to be taken care of. She kissed me before she went inside... and then she kissed me again. I was glad that it wasn't just my favorite thing to do on a daily basis.

I suddenly remembered something, something that I had said last night. I had said that I loved her. I had said and I had explained it but I wasn't sure if she remembered. And I couldn't tell if I was embarrassed or not. I had her pinned against the front door. Thank God her driveway was really long and no one could see us...

Her hands had pulled me by the color of my shirt towards her and I instinctively followed, catching her bottom lip between mine. Sweet, soft, gentle. Once, twice, three times.

"Do you remember what I said last night?"

"Not really..." she whispered as I ran my lips over her pulse point.

"Okay. Let me go, I have to go do something." I said 'Let me go' like it was actually possible.

"Yeah, okay," she said as she ran her hands down my bare chest. There was a part of me, the feral, completely animalistic part of me that wanted to stay here and ravage her, as creepy and barbarian as that sounds. And there was another that needed to go kill the fucker who had hurt her. And one last part that just wanted us to be together anywhere doing anything. But I needed to take care of what had happened. It was one thing for Kim to be emotionally hurt and another one entirely for her to be physically hurt. And there was hell to pay for both. So I left her pouting on the porch and raced off towards the forrest line to phase and run to Seattle.

I ran quickly through the forrest, grabbing some clothes in a bag that I secured around my leg and pushed my legs as hard as they would go. I started hitting suburbs and it was getting harder to stay concealed deep in the woods. I phased back and ran on foot until I hit the city limits. I knew the address of the building that I wanted but I didn't plan past that, stupidly. When I had figured out what had happened, it was really hard to control myself. Really hard. As a matter of fact, I didn't really. I phased after I had made sure she was okay and brought down a good portion of forrest before I could even register my brothers' thoughts trying to calm me down.

Could you blame me? Besides the ridiculous immorality of domestic violence, that was my imprint. Mine. And just the thought of anyone even entertaining the notion of hurting her made my spine tingle. I get that it's animalistic and barbaric but she was mine. And the whole point of her being mine was so that I could protect her. All of her: mind, body, and soul.

I found the apartment building I was looking for and entered quickly through the back. You would think that a big Native American guy sneaking around some fancy uptown Seattle neighborhood would be a bit suspicious but no one seemed to be interested. It was easy to follow Kim's Dad's scent all the way to the top floor and the door wasn't exactly made to keep a werewolf out. The apartment was cold and modern. Black and white squares and circles littered the hard white walls. So impersonal. There were no pictures, nothing of color and nothing of importance. I made my way through the tiny one-room apartment and snooped. The closet was full of expensive clothes, expensive shoes, expensive jewelry. I walked back into the small living room and sat on the couch, opening my ears and concentrating on the world. The city below moved fast but inside the building was quiet; muted almost. The elevator moved from somewhere in the middle of the building, a soft dinging and the shift of cables.

The door creaked open and hesitant footsteps made their way in. I stood and crossed my arms, completely ready.

"H-hello?" I didn't say anything. The lights came on. He walked unassumingly into the living room. He jumped back once he saw me.

"Who the hell are you?" He was acting tough. He wasn't a small man, probably six-foot. But I was six-four and built. His heart beat became faster. He moved back. But I was already at the door, closing off his only exit.

"What do you want? Y-you can have everything. There's Rolex's in-in the bedroom and Armani suits and-and here's my wallet. There's got to be at least a thousand in bills. You can have it." He tossed me his wallet and I threw it on the couch.

"I don't need your money."

"Then what do you want." He took his jacket off, obviously feeling a little confident... stupidly.

"Well, I'd like to kill you but you're Kim's dad so I can't do that." He obviously thought I was kidding because he sighed and picked his wallet back up.

"How much did she pay you to come intimidate me? Stupid little girl..." My hands shook. He opened his fancy wallet and walked towards me. Within arms reach. Idiot. Before he could even finish counting his stupid money, my hands were around his neck as he hung from the wall.

"Listen, you stupid, idiotic, barbaric moron. If you ever, ever fucking touch my Kim again I swear to God I will rip you limb from limb. Slowly. I will kill you. If you even think about her wrong, I will destroy you and everything you love. Do you understand me?" I spat out pure venom. My hands were barely letting any air in, as loose as they could stand to go. They ached to rip. They wanted murder. The wolf in me wanted murder. Jared didn't really want to control him, but I did. I pressed my hands more firmly into his neck, blocking off all air until he was nearly blue and then I let him go. I was out of the door and running top speed down the stairs towards the exit before he even hit the ground. I didn't need any police complications.

The run back to La Push was... easier. I felt like I had gotten what I needed off of my chest. I should've broken something... but I didn't. I meant what I said. If anything like that ever happened again, I would kill him. I would tear him straight down the middle. My rage was a little more muted with the thought of the bruises that will cover the bastard's neck. I pushed my legs faster, wanting to get back to Kim. There was always someone patrolling, but that didn't mean that it was safe for her without me.

This wasn't over, obviously, but I loved my Kim and sometimes when you love someone, you have to be irrational to show just how much. If she hadn't wanted me to, if she wanted me to be responsible and fix it some other way, then I would have. I would have controlled myself. But she didn't. She knew what I had to do and she didn't stop me. Which I was grateful for. Someone who hits their kids, no matter what they said or did, needs to be brought down a couple notches. I have no tolerance for unnecessary violence.

I wasn't all that dirty so I just threw on the clothes that I had used to get through Seattle. Kim was looking at herself in the mirror when I opened the door, a frown gracing her beautiful face.

"I look like a freak."

"No, you don't." I said confidently as I kissed her nose. Kim needed to be sure, absolutely positive. There was no room for hesitation, so I said everything like it was absolute truth.

"You look beautiful, as a matter of fact. Lavender is your color." The light purple seemed to illuminate her skin like a glow about her whole body. She smiled up at me as I wrapped my arms around her middle.

"You ready for dinner?"

"Yeah," she whispered. Our ride was quiet. Not contemplative or tense... just quiet. Our hands were laced together like the chords of a net; inseparable. I cut the engine and looked over to her. She was beautiful.

"You sure? Cause if you don't - "

"I want to. You're with me and - and as long as you stay, I'm fine." She was insecure.

"Look at me." Her eyes were drawn to her lap where small hands fiddled with mine. I used my free one to lift her head. "You're beautiful. Beautiful doesn't cover it, actually. I don't have a word. So don't be insecure, okay? My mom loves you. And she doesn't judge you." She nodded her head and smiled.

"Okay. Thank you, Jay. You're really good at that. You - you can't see anything on my face?"

"No problem, love, and no. Nothing. You look amazing." We headed into the house and my mom was the first to greet us.

"Hello Kim! How are you? I'm so glad you came!" Kim's relief was obvious.

"Thank you for inviting me Mrs. Taylor." She smiled and my mom pulled her into a hug. I was nervous. Kim wasn't good with physical contact outside of Mina and I. But she hugged back and they walked into the dining room together where a table of food awaited us.

"Hello there, Kim. It's good to see you again!" My dad may not be ideal or even model but he was a good man and I respected him for being personable.

"Hi Mr. Taylor, how are you?"

"I'm well, and how are you?"

"Good, thank you." My family made idol small talk about this and that. And it was comfortable. Maybe not loving or as comfortable as it should be but it was good enough for me. I was thanking my lucky stars that no one had stared at her face which was bruised black and blue even through the makeup. Soon the plates were cleared and everyone was sitting outside on our small deck where dessert was being served.

"Bathroom?" Kim whispered in my ear.

"Down the hall, second door on the left."

"Thanks." She parted with a kiss to my cheek. Her lips were soft but firm. My mother and father were instantly by my side.

"What the hell happened to her face!" My mom whispered angrily at me.

"Her - her dad, he - "

"Oh my God,"

"Why in the world - ?"

"I took care of it, I took care of it," I tried to confirm that more to myself than to my parents.

"What do you mean you took care of it, Jared Michael Taylor!"

"I mean that I - it doesn't matter what it means! We'll talk about it later." Both of my parents looked quite upset. And that meant they cared. I smiled despite the fact that even the mention of what happened made my blood boil (higher than it already was). Kim came back from the bathroom and took a seat next to me. And just like that it was normal. My parents were good at putting on a show. Dessert proceeded much like dinner. I wasn't completely satisfied, but it would do for now. Besides me, Kim wasn't good at getting attached, understandably.

We left at around nine, Kim noticing me yawning and motioning for the door. My mother followed us out.

"You've become such a beautiful young woman, so much like your mother." Mom said as she cupped Kim's cheek. She seemed fine.

"Thank you Mrs. Taylor, that means a lot to me." Kim smiled and hugged my mom again. Good, it was less detached than dinner had been.

We made our way home in silence, just reveling in each other's presence... or at least that's what I was doing. Silence. It was a powerful thing. A lot could be communicated with silence. Felt more than communicated, I guess. Either way, I felt a lot the whole way home and when we got ready for bed. But no matter what I had felt, I wasn't ready for what was about to happen.

KPOV

"Hey, oh, here I am. And here we go - life's waiting to begin. I cannot live, I can't breathe, unless you do this with me... Hey oh, here I am, do this with me." -Angels & Airwaves, The Adventure Finale

Although dinner didn't go as spectacular as hoped, it could have been worse. It's not like anyone on the outside could tell that we were faking. It looked like a guy and his girlfriend having a nice dinner with his family. But Jared and his mother were amazingly perceptive. They could tell when something wasn't real. When I wanted something to be genuine, aside from Jared, it took a lot of effort. And I just didn't have it in me tonight. It was so much easier to slip on the mask. He pulled me against his chest as we climbed into bed. Solid and warm.

"I know it didn't go wonderfully and I understand why. I just want you to know it's okay. And I know it's going to take some getting used to. So don't stress about it, okay?"

He always knew the right thing to say. I loved this man. I loved him. He was... perfect. In every way. So strong, solid, so amazing. And even though I wasn't half of the human being he was, I had to let him know something.

"You're solid, you know? Like a rock. You'll never change. You see everything in black and white - you're morals, I mean ... I want to, too. So badly. But I don't. I see everything in shades of grey. Some are darker and some are lighter and they're never consistent. And I - I have no idea what I'm saying but... does it make sense? I'm not good at this Jared, but I just wanted you to know. That I love you. Because I do. Just... try not to break my heart, okay? There's not much left to break, anyway. But the little bit that's there is yours. It's not much, but it's what I have to give." It felt... liberating to say that. Straight up like it was. That was it. I was his. All that was left of me was his. I couldn't be without him; there was no way I could go back to the way it was. It was time to move forward. It was time to stop being stuck in the past.

"I love you too. I swear that I'll always be here. No matter what, I'll always love you ten times more each day. I'll love you until I die, and even then, after that? I'll still love you. I'm yours, really yours, mind, body, soul. All of it. And since you're mine, nothing will ever come between us. Okay? Okay," he whispered the last part, like he couldn't quite catch his breath. Just like me.

"Emotional overload," I breathed out.

"Agreed."

"Sleep?"

"Absolutely. I love you."

"I love you, too." And then he kissed me. And he put more into it than he ever had.

A/N: REVIEW! OH! And whoever can guess where the whole 'Repression of the Nervous System' thing came from will be awarded 10 cool points :)