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Warning: No warnings for this chapter. Happy chapter this time. Well sort of.

Chapter Two: Discovery

Jake POV


I found him lying in the forest, naked and bleeding. Cold as ice the pale stranger didn't make a sound as I carried him back to my place on the reservation.

"Hey, old man!" I called out to my father as I walked through the narrow flyscreen door.

"Jake? That you?" he called out from the lounge.

I rolled my eyes. Of course it was me who else would it be? "Yeah Dad, can you come out here for a sec?"

I heard the tyres of his chair squeak as he wheeled himself into the kitchen. The dark, hooded eyes widened at the sight of the pale body in my arms. "Jake what have you done?" he breathed, his face looking horror stricken.

"Dad don't panic, I haven't done anything. I was out on patrol and I caught a strange scent so I followed it and yeah, I found him lying like this on the ground. I thought he was dead but I could hear a faint heartbeat so I figured the least I could do was bring him back here till we can find out what is going on." I shrugged. "I haven't heard a peep out of him. Didn't even rouse when I slapped his face to try and wake him up."

"Ok son, well go and find the poor boy some clothes and I will give Dr Cullen a call," he said as he began to roll himself toward the phone. I turned and made my way to my bedroom. I laid the angelic looking man down on my bed and began to search through my drawers looking for something small enough to fit him. The best I could find was an old pair of tie-waisted sweat pants and a rather scruffy looking black tee shirt. Oh the woes of being a werewolf, my wardrobe had been on a downhill slope what with all of the phasing and what-nots.

Looking at the boy's naked form, I supposed he was at least a couple of years older than me. Pale skinned and long limbed, he could have been an angel if not for the cuts, bruises, dirt and dried blood caked all over him.

I slid the track pants on carefully. That didn't require much effort as there was barely anything of him left. He was all skin and bone, almost skeletal. I looked sadly down at his face. Crescent shaped scabs covered his soft cheeks. I sucked in a deep breath of his scent, soft and sweet mingled with the blood. I shuddered and couldn't help but wonder what kind of person could do something as cruel and horrible as this to another human being. I lifted his hands carefully over his head and slid the stick thin wrists through the arms and gently stretched the neck over his head. His head lolled to the side and I was disgusted to see what appeared to be a large bite mark. I could not believe that someone could even contemplate doing that.

My dad wheeled into the room. "Dr Cullen is on his way here now. He said to tell you that the chances are very high that you have saved this man's life."

I blushed. "Dad, you know I just did what I thought needed to be done. It's no big deal."

"Son, you didn't have to follow the scent. You didn't have to go looking for him. You didn't have to pick him up and bring him back here, but you did. You picked him up and lugged him all the way back here not knowing who he is or what he is doing here. You're a good kid Jake. "

"I know Dad. Still it isn't a big deal. You would have done the same thing," I said with a grim smile on my face.

"Must be a Black thing then huh?" he laughed as I scowled back at him.

"Anyone home?" called out a smooth, melodious voice from the front door.

"Yeah Doc, we're in here," the old man called back.

Before I could do so much as blink Dr Carlisle Cullen was sitting on the bed beside the thin man, reaching out to grab his wrist to feel for a pulse. I hated it when he did that. I backed away from the overpowering burning, bleach smell that had begun to permeate the air of my room. I swear I will never ever get used to having the bloodsuckers in my house. It takes weeks to get rid of the smell completely and now they waltz back in. I sighed trying to ignore the annoying gag reflex nagging at my throat. I know he is trying to help the pale stranger but hell, he sure did reek. I shook myself back to reality and began to listen to the conversation between Dr Cullen and my father.

"He appears to be mildly hypothermic, badly malnourished, extremely dehydrated and is showing obvious signs of abuse. Although how long this abuse has been going on for is quite impossible to say," said the doctor. "He was naked when you found him, right Jacob?"

"Yeah, I honestly didn't think he was alive when I found him lying on the forest floor."

"Well it is a very good thing that you found him when you did. If he was still out there now, he would almost certainly be dead." Carlisle sighed and returned to his examination of the boy. When he came across the bite mark on the long neck, he grimaced.

"That was definitely not made by a vampire. The shape and depth of the wound indicates it was a human that did this. And here I was thinking we were the only monsters out there." The doctor shook his handsome blonde head.

"Obviously not," I said. "So what can we do for him?"

"Well it would ease my mind immensely if you could keep him here so that I can keep a close eye on him. I will set up an IV to get some fluid and nourishment into him. I will dress and clean his wounds before I go, but other than that I don't know that there is much else that I can do for the poor thing."

My dad looked at the unconscious blonde man and sighed. "Of course he can stay here Carlisle. Me and Jake can keep a close eye on him. Don't think on it. You're only a phone call away if anything changes after all."

Carlisle smiled, "Thanks Billy. I'll just get Jake to give me a hand to clean him up properly and then I will get out of your hair."

"It's never any trouble having you here Doc, especially as it was me who called you," said my Dad gruffly.

"Even so, I know that my presence makes Jacob very uncomfortable so I will get out of here as quick as I can regardless," said the doctor quietly, nodding in my direction.

It really was impossible to hate Carlisle, even though he was supposed to be my mortal enemy.

I peeled back the clothes, thinking to myself how much of a waste of time clothing him in the first place had been. Carlisle's eyes widened when he caught a glimpse of the blood between the thin legs. I didn't need to be Edward to know what was going through his mind in that instant, as it was going through mine too. I shuddered as I carefully scooped him up, the icy skin giving me goose bumps. Carlisle ducked out and flew to the bathroom to start running some bathwater. I made my way through the house, trying not to hit the boy with anything on my way. Even with my extra strength, he was light as a feather. His white skin, even as dirty as it was, contrasted beautifully with my russet coloured arm. I couldn't help but to notice the soft blonde eyelashes drooping onto his tear stained cheek. I shook my head and growled. I shouldn't be thinking that. Not about a guy. What is wrong with me?

I heard the doctor turn off the taps in the bathroom and I moved through the door. The bath was half filled with lukewarm water. "Dr Cullen? Why not have the water nice and hot to get him warm quicker?"

Carlisle looked up, "How many times do I have to remind you that it is just Carlisle hmm?" He laughed at the incredulous expression on my face. Remembering the seriousness of the situation, Carlisle began to explain, "We can't just drop him into a hot bath as that will send him into shock. We need to kick start his body but we can't risk him getting too hot too quickly, lest his heart stops."

I nodded, "I guess that makes sense."

I slowly lowered him into the tub and I started to clean his narrow face with a soft flannel. It nearly tore my heart out to see the full extent of the damage once again. I don't know how long we were in the bathroom, but when we emerged with the slightly warmer man, the sun had nearly faded out of the sky, leaving dancing orange shadows all through the house.

I found him some of my sleep pants and a clean shirt and dressed him once again. Carlisle dressed the more serious cuts and cleaned the rest. The soft silvery glow coming off of the boy now only served to enhance my feelings of hatred towards the person who had defaced him so badly. I felt a wave of anger flood my veins and I clenched my fists trying to ride it out without phasing. That was the last thing I needed. Taking a deep breath I re-focused my thoughts to Dr Cullen. He was fixing up the IV and tucking the stick figure into my soft blankets.

"If he wakes up tonight, which I doubt will happen, make sure he gets some water, and maybe some soup to eat. Nothing too substantial for now, ok? I will be back tomorrow afternoon to see if there are any changes," he sighed. "Thanks for your help Jacob. I know that me being a vampire makes things difficult."

I shook my head, "Nah Doc, you aren't so bad. Don't worry about it. He needed your help so I am not going to complain."

"Glad you got your priorities round the right way Jake," chuckled Carlisle. "I will let myself out. Tell your Dad I will be back tomorrow sometime kay?"

"Yeah no probs Carlisle."

The doctor smiled and was gone in an instant. I checked over the boy once more to make sure that he was sleeping soundly. My stomach growled at me. Sighing I resigned myself to finding some food.

I walked into the kitchen and found a scrawled note on the table,

Jake,

I'm watching the game at Charlie's and probably won't be back till late. Get some sleep. I will see you in the morning,

You did good today kid. Love you,

Billy.

I groaned I had forgotten that it was game night. Charlie had probably caught wind of Dr Cullen's visit by now. I brushed my hair out of my face, making a mental note to remember to cut it when I got a minute. I found some left-overs in the fridge and reheated them in the primitive microwave. I settled myself on the couch in front of a DVD, but I couldn't focus. My mind kept slipping back to the man in my bed and what the hell had happened to him. I washed up my plate and dug some blankets out of the hall cupboard. I spread them out over the couch, cursing my dad for not having thought about getting a spare bed. We had one of course, when Rachel had lived here, but she had to take the bed with her to college didn't she.

I didn't bother locking up as Dad still had to get in but I did turn all of the lights out before I snuggled into the couch cushions. The exhaustion finally caught up with me as I lay staring into the dark, not having slept in nearly twenty-four hours, and the last thing that crossed my mind prior to me falling asleep was an image of my haunted platinum-haired angel.

Yawning, I stretched my cramped limbs. The couch really wasn't big enough for my six foot plus frame to sleep comfortably. It was just lucky that I am such a heavy sleeper so it never matters where I sleep at all. I stood up and my stomach shouted its protest to my not having had breakfast yet. I quickly showered and ran my fingers through my hair, pulling it away from my face. I brushed my teeth and then padded through the house to the kitchen. My still sleepy brain must have been a million miles away because the next second a haughty British accent floated across the room.

"Who are you and where the hell am I?" said the blonde boy with a sneer.


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