Chapter 10! *Sigh* isn't it beautiful? So what do y'all think of me including Rebecca? I kind of want to explore Jake's past a bit more. Stephenie Meyer gave us so many wonderful characters and I want to get to know them all! Speaking of which, Twilight isn't mine, it's Mrs. Meyer's. And thank you thank you thank you for the reviews! *Hugs* Always appreciated :)

Chapter 10: Your Dreamcatcher

Renesmee paced the small living room impatiently as she waited for Jacob to come inside. She was still drenched from the rain, and was dripping onto the carpet, but she knew he wouldn't care. She had once spilled a glass of bright red fruit punch in here when she was little, and Jacob had just laughed and gotten her another glass. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she got down on her knees to look under the couch.

"The stain's still there," a deep voice said from behind her, "and I think of you every time I see it."

She turned to see Jacob, rain drops rolling down his chest and splashing onto the carpet as well. She smiled at him. He was just so... well, beautiful, for lack of a better word.

He came over and wrapped his warm arms around her. She shivered involuntarily. She hadn't realized how cold she was. "Go find a dry t-shirt or something to put on, ok?" he muttered into her hair. "Then we'll talk."

She nodded and went into his room. She yanked open one of his dresser drawers, peeling off her own wet shirt and shrugging on a dry one. Then, opening another drawer that squealed in protest, she found a pair of his grey sweatpants and pulled them on. Renesmee smiled. Secretly, she loved wearing Jacob's clothes. His scent lingered on them and it made her feel safe and loved.

Just before closing the drawer, she spotted the corner of what looked to be a wooden frame. Pushing aside a sweatshirt he probably hadn't worn since he had first phased, she brought the object into full view. It was a picture frame. In it, was a boy with his mother's arms wrapped tightly around him, looking as if she was catching him just before he could do something ornery. Both the boy and his mother were laughing.

Looking at the photograph, she knew that boy was Jacob. It had to be. The dark eyes, the nose, and his barely dimpled chin were an exact match to those of her fiance. But it was the boy's smile that let her know for sure this was Jacob. It was the smile that brightened her whole world when nothing else was going right. That was the smile that she had always known, the one that protected her and loved her all her life.

And the woman in the picture behind Jacob, must be the one and only, Sarah Black.

Jacob approached his bedroom door. Renesmee had been in there a while. Longer than was necessary to throw on some sweats a a t-shirt anyway, and he was getting a bit worried. He didn't know why he should be worried, but it was something he had just gotten into the habit of doing whenever he wasn't by her side. "Nessie?" he called knocking gently on the door. When no answer came, he opened the door and stepped inside the room. And that's when he saw it.

His heart stopped beating for one split second as he recognized the picture Renesmee now held in her hands. The one of him and his mom that someone had taken just a few months before she died. It had been too painful to look at after the accident, and he had shoved it in the back of the drawer. He had only occasionally looked at it throughout the years, a few times on her birthday when he and his father would fall silent for the day, and Jacob would just sit in his room, looking at the picture and wishing it was all just a bad dream. But it wasn't. He'd realized that as the years went by. So he put the picture away for good to save himself the pain that came with missing her. Out of sight, out of mind, or at least that's what he had thought. Too bad it wasn't that easy.

"Jake," Renesmee said softly, "why don't you have this picture out? You're so cute, and you're mother's so beautiful."

"Yeah, she was," Jacob said with a heavy sigh. "I don't know why I don't have that out, Ness. Think you could find somewhere to put it for me?"

"Of course," Renesmee smiled sweetly. "I know just the place."

Going back out into the living room, she looked up at the mantle above the fireplace, which was seldom used now that Billy had moved out. An entire row of pictures of her and Jacob had gradually taken over all the space throughout the years. She reached up and took the one down that was in the middle, the one of Jacob holding her the day after she was born. "I like that picture," he protested.

"I know," she reassured him. "Don't worry. I'll go put it on your nightstand or something. But you have tons of pictures of us up here. You need some variety."

Renesmee placed the picture of Jacob and his mother in the spot recently vacated. "Besides," she said, going to stand beside him, "this one deserves a place of honor."

Jacob nodded and placed his arm around her shoulders. "I wish she could be at our wedding," she sighed, lying her head against his chest.

"Me too," he whispered hoarsely, kissing her hair.

"Tell me about her, Jake," Renesmee asked quietly. "Please?"

Jacob cleared his throat. "What do you want to know?"

"Anything. Everything," she said, sitting down on the couch and pulling him down beside her. "What was she like?"

Jacob smiled a little. "I used to ask Billy that same question all the time. I was only eight when she died, so I don't remember much. She was a good cook, I know that for sure. She loved to be outside. She and my dad would always go on walks together. She liked to paint, and she was really good at it too. Unfortunately, that's not a trait that Rachel or I inherited from her."

"Did Rebecca?" Renesmee asked, taking his hand in hers and rubbing little circles on the back of it with her thumb.

"Yeah," Jacob said softly. "She could make a canvas come to life. Just like my mom did. It was when my mom died actually, that Rebecca really got into painting. She did it all the time. I remember watching her from the doorway as she sat in hers and Rachel's room leaning over a canvas. She'd lose herself in the world she'd create within the picture. I guess it was her way of dealing with things, y'know, until she was old enough to leave the Rez and never come back."

"And that's why you're so mad at her?" Renesmee asked, daring to look up at him. He stared at his hand in hers, but she could see the pain in his eyes. "It's because she left?"

"Yeah, I guess," he sighed heavily. "I didn't just lose my mom that day, Nessie. I lost my sisters too. Rachel and Rebecca wanted nothing to do with the reservation after she died. They got out of here as soon as they could. Rachel would come visit sometimes, and call every now and then. But Rebecca never comes back to see Dad or me. She calls on holidays, if she remembers. I know Rach and I are friends now, but she never shut me out as completely as Rebecca did. Even when they still lived at home, Rachel was the one who kind of stepped up and took care of things after my mom died. Rebecca distanced herself from everyone. If she wasn't in her room, she was either yelling at me and my dad, or..."

"Or what, Jake?"

"Or drinking," he sighed, tears burning his eyes as so many painful memories came rushing back. It was hard to let Renesmee in after he'd been building up walls all his life. Even still though, he knew he would only tell her so much. There were some memories he knew he'd never be able to share with anyone. He kept his eyes focused on her hand in his as he continued, "It absolutely wrecked my dad to see her that way. Nothing he did seemed to help her either. The only one who could get through to her was Rachel. At first I was scared of her, then as I got older, I hated her for hurting me and my dad so much. I was actually kind of glad the morning we woke up and found her bed empty. I was glad she was gone. Although, she had been gone a long time before that. She was physically there, but there was no trace of the sister that I once knew. The girl who took her place was a stranger to me. At the time when I needed my sister most, she abandoned me. That's not how it's supposed to be though. Families are supposed to come together when something devastating happens to them."

Renesmee sighed. Her heart ached for him. She had no idea how much he had been hurting. "I hate seeing you like this, Jake," she said, leaning her forehead against his shoulder. "We don't have to invite her. You know Auntie's visions can be changed."

"I know, Ness. But if she'd really come, it wouldn't be fair of me to deny my dad and Rachel the chance to see her. I can tell they really miss her," he said wearily. "Go ahead and send her the invite. One day with her won't kill me."

"I'll have Paul drag you out if I see you start to shake," she teased, smiling up at him.

"Thanks," he said, but his voice held no humor.

Renesmee reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, something she knew he loved. Jacob sighed and leaned his head against the back of the couch. She smiled then happened to catch a glimpse of the clock on the TV. Holy crap, it was four in the morning! No wonder Jacob looked so tired. Pulling a pillow onto her lap, she patted it gently. Jacob opened one eye to look at her. "Come on," she smiled. "I'll be your dreamcatcher tonight."

"I thought Alice said tonight wasn't a good one for a sleepover," he said, one eyebrow raised.

"Technically, it's morning, which is why you look so exhausted. And I'm not leaving you. My parents can just deal," she shrugged. Even though he wouldn't say it, she knew in her heart that Jacob needed her with him.

For the first time that night, Jacob smiled. Renesmee's heart raced as he laid his head down on her lap. Shaking her head slightly, she sighed. Would she ever be able to be around him without her heart spazzing out on her? She began to run her fingers through his hair again, while she softly hummed a song to him. She watched him close his eyes, and she felt his body relax as his breathing slowed into the steady rhythm of sleep. Renesmee sighed. How could she love him this much? It was the most incredible feeling. He was her world, and she'd do absolutely anything to make him happy.

Just then, her phone buzzed. Renesmee cringed. You've got to be kidding, she thought. As she carefully shifted a bit to reach her pocket and fish out her phone, she silently begged her sleeping love, Please don't wake up, please please don't wake up!

A text from her mother lit up the small screen: Did you find him? Are you guys ok?

Yeah Mom, she typed quickly. We're at his house and I'm staying for a while. Can't leave him he needs me.

Bella's reply was quick, Ok don't worry about Dad I'll explain. Love you Baby!

Renesmee smiled and hit the power button on her phone. Jacob needed his sleep, and honestly, she was kind of tired too. In the peacefulness of Jacob's familiar living room, and the sense of comfort and safety she felt whenever he was near, she drifted off to sleep.