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"I hate the rain."

Molly, my poor little stupid Rottweiler just licked my face in response. We had blown a tire in the outskirts of forks, Washington, ran off the road, and hit a tree. So now I was standing in the rain looking under the hood, although I knew nothing about cars. Molly was having a good time at least. She had found a frog to play with.

"Dumb dog," I muttered under my breath and slamed the hood to the truck, as best I could anyway with it beign warped from the accident.

It looked like we were walking, considering my cell phone was out of service so I couldn't call anyone to report the accident. I tugged on the leash and started down the road.

Squish, squish, squish.

Ugh, my boots were going to be ruined, and I loved the damn things! I had bought them last weekend as a little (but expensive) gift to myself.

Oh well, I thought to myself, it could be worse.

And of course, thunder cracked over head, the rain got harder and the wind got faster and colder.

I was a bit worried about Molly, trotting faithfully beside me on her leash. She was a house dog and not use to this kind of abuse, so I was thankful when headlights came into veiw; surely they would stop. They always did back home, even if the weather was nice.

Sure enough the car pulled to a stop on the side of the road.

A police crusier, huh?

"What you doing out in this weather?" The officer looked nice enough. Forty-ish and slightly balding, and he had very kind, albeit sad, brown eyes.

I gave him my sweetest smile and made an extra effort to be nice.

"We had an accident a bit down the road. My truck wouldn't start and my cell phone ain't in service range. Mind giving us a ride into town?"

"Climb on in, but the dog has to be in the back," he smiled a bit before adding, "and, if you don't mind, let's leave the frog."

"Huh?"

Sure enough, Molly had brought the poor little frog with her, holding it gently in her mouth as not to kill it.

"Put it down," I commanded in my firmest voice.

Her ears dropped and she wimpered, but the terrified frog stayed in her massive jaws.

"Molly!"

Oh, I hated it when she looked at me like that, those big brown eyes always got to me.

I crouched down so I could be eye to eye with her and told her we would get her a treat later, then I pulled apart her jaws with some effort a released the frog to hop frantically away.

When I climbed into the cruiser after shoving Molly into the back the officer introduced himself as Cheif Swan.

"We'll go to the police station and file a report so we can have some on come get your truck. Do you need anything out of it?"

"Nothin' I can't get till tomarrow," he looked so tired I felt guilty making him go back to the station. No way I was adding on a trip back to the truck on top of it.

We sat in silence for most of the rest of the ride. Cheif Sawn filed the report and took me to the Forks River Hotel.

As I was checking in, I found out something that was extremly annoying.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but we don't allow pets."

At this point in time, considering I was soaking wet, having still not dried from my stint in the rain, had just wrecked my truck, and ws here to attend a funeral, I was pretty pissed, as I'm sure any would have been.

"O-Kay, then. Is there anywhere else that would?" I'm sure my question sounded much more like a hiss, cosidering the way the clerk shied away from me.

"Um, no ma'am. I'm afraid we're the only hotel in Forks."

"There's no where else to stay, an inn, bed 'n breakfast, nothin'?!"

"There's a camp ground down at La Push, but they won't be open till eight tomorrow morning."

A camp ground? He had to be kidding! It was rainy, cold, wet, windy, raining, not to mention it was raining. How many cats do you know that like the rain? None I'll bet, and I'm no exception.

I turned around and stomped out, dripping wet and boots squeking, with Molly happily plodding along beside me.

Once I was outside in the rain, most of my fury melted, and I realized I had no where to go, so I went back into the lobby, grabbed a map, and went back out in search of La Push and it's camp-ground. I would break-in if necassary and just hold out there untill morning, then maybe I could get a hold of a rental company or a repair man.


The next morning was cloudy and damp, but not raining, yet anyway.

I made my way with to the rental cabin located at the front of the property with Molly still at my side, of course. The clerk let me borrow the phone after I paid for a weeks stay and gave me directions to a local outfitters store.

After finding out that there was no rental companies servicing Forks and that their only repair man was not only ridiculosly expensive, but also couldn't have anything ready till the week after next, assuming that the damage was minimal, I called my only other option.

"What do you want?"

"And a good mornin' to you too, Logan. You comin' to the funeral?"

"On my way into town now."

"Good to hear. I wrecked-"

His booming laughter cut me off, and pissed me off simaltaniously.

"Oh, shove it! I need you to come get me. I'm at a camp ground on La Push beach, asshole."

His laughter faded into a chuckle while the clerk gave me a peculiar look.

"On my way, kitten."

"You need directions?"

"Nah, I can sniff you out."

"See you then."

My response was a dial tone. He was still such a rude ass. At least I had a ride.

"Who's funeral you going to?"

It was the first time I'd actually paid much attention to the clerk. He was native american, appeared to be in his early to mid-twenties, and was roughly the size of house.

"Harry Clearwater's."

"How did you know Harry?"

I suppose it was normal for people in a town this small to know everyone, so the reservation Harry had lived on would be the same.

"He served with my mother. I thought I would pay her respect for her since she can't."

"She too busy are something?" He sound upset, so I didn't hold his disrespect against him.

"She's passed away."

I could tell he hadn't been execting that response.

"Oh, sorry."

I smiled at him; he sounded sincere and that was rare these days.

"Don't worry about it. It happened a long time ago." I didn't feel it was necessary to tell him exactly how long ago.

"What is a pretty girl like you doing camping in this weather, anyway?" Was he seriously flirting with me?

Judging by the winning smile on his face, he was.

Huh.

"They won't let Molly stay with me." I pulled up the leash so he could see it over the counter. He came out from behind it to crouch down and pet her.

"Pretty dog."

She jumped up and began licking him excitedly in the face.

I grinned, most people hated when she did that and though he was trying to hide it, I could tell that he did too.

"Friendly too."

"Yeah, really friendly," he replied while fighting her off, "You know, we have a guest room at my house. I'm sure mom would love to have you over, seeing as how you're here for Harry."

He gave me another winning smile that I was sure was designed to make me swoon.

"Thanks, but I don't know if that's such a great idea, I don't even know your name."

"It's Embry, and of course it's a great idea. It's my idea they're all great!" He winked at me and laughed.

Okay, now that was just great. I could seriously get along with this guy.

"Let me think about it, okay?" I could here Wolverine's car pulling into the parking lot.

"See you later," I called over my shoulder on my way out, "and thanks for the offer. You're really sweet."

"Hopefully sooner than later!"

Such a flirt!


The trip to the outfitters store was annoying to say the least. wolverine kept making snide little comments about Embry inviting me to stay over, and if I had to hear one more time how he couldn't believe that I was considering it, I would kill him.

Literally.

It's not like he won't just come right back anyway.

Then when we as soon as we got to the store an overly helpfully assosciate attached himself to me while Wolverine stood outside smoking.

"Hi. I'm Mike. What can I do for you?" Mike was a blonde teenager with over active hormones. You could just see it in his eyes, and it added to my iritated state. I swear I'm usually in a better mood, but Wolverine just really knew how to ruin a day.

"I'm good. Thanks anyway."

"Are you sure? Are you looking for anything in particular?"

"Nope." I was making my way to the tents, trying to escape really, but he tagged right along. Mike noted the direction I was headed in, apparently he was smarter than he looked, not that this was that much of an accomplishment.

"You're camping? But it's really cold out, and it's suppose to be stormy all week. You know, if you just need somewhere to stay while you're here there's a hotel in town. Or are you moving here? That would be great!"

Oh. My. God.

"Don't worry, you'll like-"

"BAD DREAM GO AWAY!"

He got real quiet and looked so upset, but I couldn't quite bring myself to care, because it got him to leave after a few seconds of open mouth staring.

I finished my shopping, getting a heavy sleeping bag, tent, and other necessary supplies; I'd have Wolverine take me into the closest real town to get me a vehicle. I'd been wanting a new motorcycle for a while now anyway.

After paying a silent Mike I dumped my supplies in Wolverine's car and let him know we were going bike shopping.


A/N: This chapter is much shorter than I had planned, but I was training this week and didn't have as much down time to write. I wanted to get it out though, as this weekend is my three day weekend and I don't write or update when I'm at home, due to the herion that is WOW and taking care of my little one, not to mention house work. But I digress, anyway, what I'm trying to say is, expect later chapters to be longer and less rushed. Also, I'm going to start a side project, just because I love the idea and haven't stumbled on it in any other fics. Want a hint? Let's just say the Quiluete pack isn't as alone as everyone thought.