A/N: I changed the fic title to 'Save the Hero' for certain reasons. In It Will Rain, Embry was Logan's hero, he always made sure that Logan came first and no one harmed him. But sometimes heroes need saving, and it's up to Logan to see if he can do that.

I decided to do a lot of reading of other peoples fics, to which I hadn't made a dent into the ones who have requested me to,[sorry, still working on it] but reading them has actually gave my mind a recovery session, that and my friggen flu I've been fighting for the past week has awakened some brain cells.

In description, this chapter explains the complications of the relationships between the two. I did both Embry and Logan's POV to give you an idea of how they're both handling the imprint. Embry's POV is mainly his subconscious mind living through the memories as he lays unconscious. Sorry if it sounds jumbled.

D: Haters, You know I don't own it.

2. Save The Hero

Embry's POV

I couldn't tell the difference between reality and my dreams. It scared me. My mind seemed equivalent to conjure some messed up memories. Several of them were nightmares that haunted my memories, fixating to make matters worse. Voices were heard and arguments tossed around me, like I was demised to hear the conflict of my imprint and me.

I would sometimes catch myself hearing Logan's voice, hoping that he was by my side, that he had a hint of hope that I was okay. But to my disappointment, whenever I opened my eyes the slightest, he was never there. It was always someone else. Then hope would disintegrate into nothings, and agony would return to chase me around in the realm of fear and anxieties. Even when I try to run from it in dreamland, it commends to the alone feelings, prevailed to a lost caused. That's how I felt. Alone and done for.

No matter how much I bottle all the hurt up inside, someone shakes the contents and I'm ready to explode through the cap, to ventilate whatever I've been keeping in. But that's another fear of mine, that whatever kind persona I've built will be annihilated the moment I release my vexations. If I show one ounce of my pain, my fears, my insecurities, my animosity, my release, I'd be judged as the asshole for the rest of my life. I've done it once before, and if it wasn't for Logan the first time; no one would have witnessed it.

It was then I realized the effects of rejection. The feelings for what used to be the young teenage Logan are evolving into something far more. The love has changed from wanting to be his friend, to wanting to be his lover, his mate, and his other half. I wanted to have that happy life with my imprint, to cater to him, to make sure that he wouldn't have another worry ever in this world. Or selfishly call it, to be his everything.

The memories of his childhood, the moment I imprinted on him the first time I saw him walk down the stairs holding onto Paul and Leah's hands, sauntering towards Seth with his eyes locked on his dad. But it was the one moment he looked at all of us, that moment he looked at me, sent me on cloud nine. For the first time, I felt the emotions I've never felt in my life. As I stared into this boys eyes, I witnessed everything about him, his journeys with his dad and his aunt and Paul to get here, his future birthdays until the day he would hopefully admit his love to me, and until we would hopefully live our happily ever after. In that brief moment, I realized that for whatever reason -and to which I don't regret- that I was forever binded to Seth Clearwater and Jacob Black's son; Logan Clearwater.

As that memory faded, I recalled another of the day his life was heighted to the highest risks, when Bella put my imprint's life in danger. The regretful goodbye I had to deliver to the five-year old, to which wouldn't be my demise. His pooled eyes filled with the salty tears as he realized that he might never see me again. I never wanted that for him, I always wanted him to feel that whomever he held dear to his heart, he would never lose them, as long as I was there. That day, I vowed that I would always be there for him after I was done saving him, and I hadn't broken my promise.

Like the static on an old TV set, transcending the picture from one to the other, my recollections moved to the point where Logan began to ask me about girls, and the sudden urges he was getting for his attraction towards them. I was crushed to say the least. I figured he would ask one of his dads, but I guess he though he could confide in me at the time. He was fourteen at the time when all the sudden some girl from the school on the reservation gained his attention. I tried my best to give the best advice until I started sounding like some jealous nut, and that's when I suggested he speak to one of his dad's about it. The fact that I couldn't be there for my imprint in his time of need sent me haywire. I was ready to tear the forest apart with amount of anger and agony boiling through my system. These revelations of Logan only confirmed that I only had a fifty-fifty percent chance with him. One half was overpowered by the fact that he was into women, and the other was the hope that he might return the imprint on me and not leave me to end up a defect. But I didn't want him to fall in love because of the imprint; I'd feel guilty that I would be his last option if it came to it

I just hope he gives me the chance.

Logan's POV

Of course I was still pissed that my dads expected me to falter to the imprint, to give in so easily, especially since I hadn't even phased yet. Or the question more of, if I was going to phase. When they delivered to news to me, well uncle Embry for that matter, I have to say that I was crushed and still am.

I always looked up to uncle Embry as like a big brother to me, never in my mind has it been sexual, well… sort of. The fact that he isn't my real uncle either, doesn't change a thing, he was actually like a fourth father to me. I could always depend on him to be there for me, to confide to about my feelings, to count on when I needed advice, but now it seems to be one big lie. The fact of the imprint, it seemed like everything about it is a waste of time. Like whatever days, hours, or seconds we spent together were molded by a connection fixated to make us mates when and if I was ready for it.

I felt cheated, deceived, and defeated at the same time. Like the fact that uncle Embry used this to his advantage to be one of favorite people in the world, to be my sun and moon so no one else could come into my life and take that away from him. Deceived for the matter of my family hiding it from me. They kept this secret from me for so long. I felt like a fool for not realizing Embry's urges to always be there for me, but it didn't clue into me until now that it was strange. At the time, I thought it was normal. But now it seems far from normal when he hovered around me more that my parents. The feeling of defeat? Caused by the simplicity for the hope that one day uncle Embry would love me more than just a nephew. Call me a pervert, but now I understand why I felt lusted for him at times. The same time I noticed girls were appealing to me, the same time I noticed uncle Embry and a few other guys were gaining my attention.

The day I confided in uncle Embry about my sudden realizations of attraction for girls, was mainly to scope out how he would deal with the situation. The fact was that he still was single, that I never recalled him dating anyone. So I sort of wanted to get some sort of admittance from him that he might like guys, and maybe a one-in-a-million chance I might have with him. I was hopeful at the time since he only looked a couple years older than me, I didn't see it as a problem. It was just the fact of my parent's approval, which now they gave full support of.

I still don't know why I voided what I wanted for so long. But I can tell you that fear have a lot to do with it. A fear that I might not be perfect for him, that five years down the road, he might get bored or disgusted with me, that I would never abide to his standards. That the age difference will one day come as an epiphany and he might drop my heart there. I wanted to believe that an imprint to be everything I hoped for, but it was easier to act as if I rejected it, and in hopes that Embry might one day come for me.

But the chaos of it all, I ended up coming to him.

I'm the one who found him, almost unconscious, in the near the beach, and unaware who I was. The fact that he was still slightly bigger than me, I still managed to lift him bridal style and bring him back home.

My growth-spurts will soon fill out to be the same size as my dad Jake, which meant that any day now I could phase for the first time, and that meant whichever memory I kept close about Embry and me, and fantasy that I conjure, would become public display for everyone in the pack. I'm not ready for that, ever.

It's bad enough that I was already fantasizing about being uncle Embry's lover, but the embarrassment of it would bury me under the ground. I don't even really like calling him uncle just to have the hopes of being with him, it would just be weird, and now I see that it is weird. I know that we aren't related by blood, but I came accustomed to it like all the other pack's kids.

"Logan?" My dad Seth peeked through the crack of the door slowly, clearing his throat as he entered the dark room. "You need to get some rest and let your papa take over watching Embry."

I nodded and followed dad out as papa Paul came in, giving me a hug and telling me to get a good rest. As consoling as papa Paul was, he still had his doubtful moments where he didn't know what to say or do in a predicament, but at the right ones, he just what to say. Those little words gave me the courage not to worry and drift off into sleep.

I don't know if it was the rejection of the imprint that was making Embry sick, but I felt the agony of guilt in my chest that I did it. It was the reason why I stuck by his side for today for four hours straight, only saying a few words and stepping out to use the washroom.

"I need to talk to you in the morning." Dad Seth tiptoed a little to hug me. Strangely how I was even becoming taller than him, "we are beginning to lack communication in the family, and I'm not liking it."

I nodded, only to realize he was wiping a tear from my cheek that I didn't even know was falling. I brushed my face away with embarrassment.

"What's wrong son?" He asked concerned.

"I feel guilty dad." I muttered. "Nothing is convincing me that this is not my fault, that I'm not the reason Embry is in there sicker then a dog. The fact is that it is my fault that I could be so selfish, that I could deny someone like him, especially when he done nothing but be there for me."

"Well what's stopping you from loving him?" He seemed hesitant to ask me, hell I'd be even nervous to bring up the question.

"Because…" I paused for a long moment. "… I don't want to be his regret."

Before he could say anything else, I raced into my room and closed the door like some pouty teenager, or the fact that I was one.

As I lay on my bed in the dark room with nothing but the moonlit night shining through my window, I couldn't seem to get Embry off my mind, and it was beginning to scare me. The fact that this was probably the hint of the effects of the imprint, I didn't want to feel the intensities if I were to actually embrace it.

I should probably think of something. But that's all I ever do nowadays is think. Think. Think. Think. It's tiresome. The fact that only a few days ago I was banned from seeing my best friend Jennifer because she had a pregnancy scare was bullshit. She was what they call a beard. I still love her to a certain degree, but now nothing compared to Embry. Fuck! I can already feel myself falling for him more. I dated Jennifer for the reasons that I found her beautiful, and she seemed okay that I just wanted someone to call my girlfriend until I was sure I wanted to take it further. As weird as it was, I wasn't offended when I found out she was screwing some guy named Derrick from school, or the fact that she may had a chance of being knocked up by the guy. The result of it, she was scared shitless that she could be pregnant, and she came to me first. The first thing she said to me was that her parents would be pissed if they found out she was pregnant, and more pissed that it might some low life as the dad. But under the assumptions, since her parents knew she was dating me, when she broke the news, the called me in and forced me to go get her tested to see if she was.

Without question, when the tests turned out to be negative, I wasn't allowed to be anywhere near their daughter or my best friend. So they banished me from stepping foot in their house and forbade us to speak to each other. I didn't care anymore for the fact that she wouldn't come clean and say it wasn't me that could've been the father. I didn't even sleep with her for that matter; I'm still a virgin for Christ's sake. But that day ended our friendship, and news spread fast that I was single.

Don't get me wrong about my sex life, or the lack thereof. I had chicks left and right offering to blow me or have a quickie in the nearest closet. But I didn't feel comfortable to give into their promiscuity acts; in fact, I was disgusted by how easy almost every girl was in this school. I made it clear that if I were to ever date someone, that she had to have some dignity and self-respect, that known for her not being a slut and not me being pissed if she screwed me over for another guy.

Apparently my dad Jake had a promiscuous side to him when he was younger, and I couldn't say I would relate to him. They hoped I would be, seeing how I picked up many of his looks and traits, they figured that I would eagerly bend them over some table and screw them into oblivion. But I couldn't. I wouldn't.

Whatever I was supposed to have with Embry, I needed to talk to him first; I needed to know what this meant to him. If he really meant what he said the day he told me he imprinted on me. Because honestly, it broke my heart when he noted that I could be with anyone else if I wanted to. It almost felt like he hoped I would choose some one else. Maybe that was another reason I was quick to reject him, it felt like he abandoned me before I was able to make my decision.

Did he regret imprinting on me?

Embry's POV

Was my mind still playing games on me? I could still smell Logan's strong scent, one of his body sprays mixed with the enigmas of the forests that surround us. Pure euphoria for my nostrils and the nerves in my body began to dance to the realization that he did in fact come here. He still had the hint of concern. He still checked on me, I hope.

The remainder of memories and recollections began to go in and out of my mind, leaving me in confusion. Most to which I hope to never experience or remember. A lot of them involved futuristic visions of having the perfect life with Logan, and then it shattering and changing into a nightmare when I realize something either happens to him or he ends up leaving me. All based on fears of being alone without my Logan, without my diamond in the rough, a life without the reason for my existence. I've become obsessive, and delinquent to the point I'm praying and praying that he returns the imprint.

"He needs a break." I heard the muffled tone that belonged to Seth. Except in my vision, he was referring to a predicament between Logan and me. Another nightmare that played out as an argument, Logan wanting to break up with me, and Seth telling Paul that 'he needs a break.' Meaning a break from me. The cunning and sadistic smile Logan was giving me was confirming that he agreed fully.

"This is getting too much to handle for the both of them." I couldn't tell if it was actually Paul agreeing to the decision. But I was beyond pissed to say the least. They all didn't want us together. I was becoming mad; I was angered by the fact that I couldn't seem to trust anyone.

"Embry?" I turned to see Seth approach. "Everything's okay. We're here for you, calm down." I seemed to doze in and out of consciousness, and they were trying to calm me from my trembling. It felt like I was in a psyche ward being held to the bed until someone would race to inject me some needle.

The entire room was filled with Logan's enticing essence, and it flooded my nostrils to the point I was on cloud nine and ready to kill the bastard who tried to get me down. This was my sanctuary; this was all I had left of the love of my life. Whatever I could collect from the memories, from the realities of our meets, anything to resemble the times I spent with my imprint, I would keep close to my heart. No matter what.

"Embry, buddy?" It was Paul. "Come on bud, you gotta stand strong for us, hang in there."

I don't know what I was doing, but it felt like they sounded concerned for me, like I was dying before their eyes, maybe I was. Maybe I was so detached from reality that I was ready to give in and escape to the other side. Away from the real world where pain didn't exist, where I wouldn't have to worry about being alone, where in hopes I could find a belonging there.

"Embry?" Oh my god, it was the most beautiful voice I've ever heard in my life, maybe I was in heaven. I could hear the angelic harps play, the purity of the voice as it sang to my ears. "Em? I'm sorry…" I looked into the darkness, with a source of light that lit the center of the room where I stood alone in the closed area.

"For what?" I asked.

"For abandoning you, for not being the imprint you want me to be." Was it really Logan apologizing? Was he really here, and was I imagining his angelic voice console me. "I hate that I done this to you when all you did was be there for me."

I sat on the cold laminate floor, looking up into the light that led to nowhere, rocking back and forth as I held my knees close to my chest, sobbing if this really was a sick game that was being played on me. "Go away." I sobbed out. One moment I was excited, but came to realization that it was bringing me further into the pain fest, that this was another twisted memory digging a deeper grave for me. "Leave me alone."

"I can't leave you again, not until we talk." He pleaded. "Come back to me. I need you."

"No you don't," I shouted into the thin air. "You'll just keep leaving me."

"Please Embry…" I looked up, under the light stood the most beautiful person I ever seen, well I should say that still is the most beautiful being that I love to see. My Logan, holding his hand out to me dressed in white with that beautiful smile on his face. "I don't want to lose you, I don't want to lose the one person who cares for me more than anything."

"You really mean it?" I whimpered like a child. He nodded. "Can I kiss you?" I wanted every detail of this heaven, and even if this meant that this would be the only time I would be able to taste the lustful lips I craved, then I was going to ask.

He paused for a moment, then nodding his head, holding my cheek with his right hand then connecting his lips with mine. The taste of mint and chocolate evaded my taste buds and an electric jolt sent tiny trickles throughout my mouth. The kiss felt so real. I clung to his hold and refused to let go of this form of bliss.

The way he leaned into me to deepen the kiss, coincided with the fact I was practically melting in his hold. I was becoming his submissive, and strangely, I was okay with it. I would bare my heart and soul for this man just to know that I could be by his side. As he slowly pulled away, looking at me with his dark orbs and a smile creeping on his face very slowly, he took the words out of my mouth. "Wow!"

Logan's POV

Ecstasy, if I knew the effects of it, but I do know that there is a strong addiction to it, and that compared nothing to that kiss. I found it strange that he asked me to do such a task when none of us were even sure of that he could comprehend of what was going on, but I did hesitate for a moment before connecting my lips with the sleeping body below me. It almost felt like one of the Disney fairy tales where I had to kiss him to wake him up, but the ordeal of it is, that he most likely wouldn't, but that didn't stop me from trying to be his knight in armor.

It was a little uncomfortable to have my papa Paul and dad Seth watch from the side, but I get the feeling they understood that I needed Embry to know that I was going to try my best to be there for him, to be as dedicated as he was for me for so long. At least give him the benefit of the doubt that I wouldn't abandon him again.

He made it clear that he was afraid that I was going to leave him again. Even though they were his muffled testimonies, but even in his slumber, he was telling the truth of how he felt. They might have been somewhat difficult to understand, but I felt a tinge of guilt when he said I would leave him again. I had no idea he felt this way that he felt the same way I did. The feeling of rejection and one day being left alone in this big world with no one to confide in.

I became more satisfied by the minute when I finally agreed to return to the room and see if I could help Embry regain consciousness, and offer my services when uncle Sam suggested that I let him know how I really felt, which left us alone with my dads in the room, and to say the least, I didn't care what they heard what I plan to say, I just had to try something.

"Logan, can we talk?" I looked up to see my dad Jake; realizing that we've been sitting here most of the morning in hopes that Embry does wake up.

"About what?" I wasn't too eager in leaving Embry's side since it has been almost three days now since he passed out.

"Something that we should of told you long time ago." He said.

"More confessions?" I whined. "How many more secrets are you guys keeping from me?"

"None, this is just something that we should've told you, and now we will." I followed him out the door, making sure that uncle Sam and aunt Emily were with Embry.

"We?" I asked.

"Yeah, me, your dad Seth, and Paul." He answered. "How you were born and the situation that almost tore us all apart."

I looked over to see my dad Seth holding onto papa Paul, both waiting for us as we began to move to the forest lines. I became worried that we had to retreat to the forest to have this discussion, this can't be good; it was never good when we were surrounded by nature. So I thought.

"Where are we going dad?" I asked, somewhat worried.

"To where we had our first discussion." He simplified.

"But why?"

"Because what we have to say." Dad Seth intervened. "Could trigger your change."

"Great…" I said sarcastically. "This ought to be good."

Embry's POV

"Emily?" I didn't mean to sound disappointed when I choked out the words to speak, but I was hoping that Logan really was here.

"Oh, Embry honey, you're okay. Thank god you're okay." She chuckled, hugging me as Sam followed in suit.

"Good to see you awake brother." Sam chuckled.

Fuck if anyone pitied me, I began to cry in hopes no one would, but I couldn't hold back the tears. I came to reality to be hit with the blunt truth. Logan was no longer here, but his scent was strong, but he wasn't here. Maybe it was some sick prank being played on me to believe that he gave a damn.

"What's wrong honey?" Emily consoled. "Why are you crying sweetie?"

"I hate this." I pounded my fist on the bed and glared at the ceiling as if it owed me a favor. "I can never seem to catch a break."

"What are you talking about Embry?" Emily asked concerned.

"It's nothing." I sobbed and wiped my cheek with the back of my hand. "It's nothing."

"Logan was here." Sam knew exactly the scrutinies of an imprint, so he knew why I was upset. "He's talking with Seth, Jacob and Paul, and promised to be back."

"Really?" I almost smiled in hopes it was true.

"Would I lie to you brother, they're explaining to him about the chaos of their imprint in hopes that Logan understands on how much you need him." He held Emily now.

"It won't work." I said bluntly as they stared at me puzzled. "He's like Jake, " I sat up and shook my head to gain balance. "He'll go ballistic and most likely phase."

"How do you know?" Emily asked.

"Because he's my imprint." I said in a shaky tone. "And I'm hoping that once I see him, I'll be his."

With the awe looks, I left and staggered to the forest line where I picked up there scent. I came to the small opening to see my Logan listening to his parents explain their woes. As the smile crept on my face, and as I began to walk to join them, he turned to look at me and he gave me smile. Logan gave me a smile that quickly changed to worry.

To now I know why as I felt someone tackle me and nearly crush me.

I looked up to see blood red eyes and a pale man smirk before I blacked out again.

One last memory that came to me, that assured me that I was leaving this world loved…

Logan smiled at me.

Like he loved me.

A/N: Okay, you know the drill, and you know that I love to leave cliffhangers [no chasing me with pitch-forks]. I bet the question is whether he survives or the fact that if Logan WILL/WON'T save him. Review and find out.

Okay, like I normally do, I give my shout outs to the ones for the last chapter, for letting me know your fingers aren't broken and reviewing… so tons of love to dark-magician100, sibaruneko, SoundShield11, yes-my-name-is-seth, Demon2Angel, oh2byoung, wolfcub98, iJeedai, hopelessromantic5, tinker03, rAbiDmutt03, luvinlapush, and ant1gon3. I came back after posting two updates for both my fics, and my e-mail was literally flooded with alerts, favorites, reviews, and favorite author. You ladies and gents make this worthwhile when you show interest in my work. Much Love to all of you.

I need to ask you all a big favor [and I am sorry to take up so much in the A/N]. I've read a fic called somewhere on the line of 'The Coyote' about a OMC by Tommy Micasi, or something like that, [hard to recall.] It is a SLASH fic, and it tells the story of Jacob imprinting on him, and him being a shapeshifter himself, a coyote in fact. But it has bothered me that I've never had the chance to find it again and finish reading it, or if it was finished for that matter. If any of you have any idea of which fic I'm talking about, can you send me a link or name the author. I'd love to find it again and give my kudos to the author.

Much Love,

TurnItUp03