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Honestly...I hate this chapter...I thought twice about posting it...but...it's been awhile since I updated...and I didn't like my other chapters at all and everyone else seemed to like them...so I'm posting this.

The quote, of course, is not mine. Michel de Montaigne said it.

Uh-oh we're in trouble...is an amazing song, but does not belong to me. It belongs to the band Shampoo...if you haven't heard the song...you should check it out...it's the best!

Thriller and the moon walk does not belong to me... or Seth for that matter....but Michael Jackson...R.I.P. Michael

I DO NOT OWN THE WOLVES....unfortunately

SM OWNS TWILIGHT...sadly

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MissLadyWolf aka Jess

Chapter 7

I know well what I am fleeing from but not what I am in search of.

-- Michel de Montaigne

The sun was just starting to set in the sky. Leah laid on top of the hill, overlooking the clearing where the wolves had stood next to the bloodsucking leeches for a fight against more bloodsucking leeches. A fight that may have even cost them a life of a brother...or a sister. But the fight never happened. And the 'fight that never happened' happened a couple days ago. Peace had returned to everyone...at least to everyone but Leah. Would her peace ever come? Not if she were to remain in La Push it wouldn't. And that was one thing she knew for sure.

Leah took a breath. "Hi," she said softly. The person reached the top of the hill and sat down in the grass beside her. "Hey," Jake greeted back. He looked up at the red sky and said "Never thought you were one for sunsets." "There's a lot of stuff people don't know about me," Leah replied softly as her eyes turned back to the sky. "Would Sam know?" Jake teased. Leah chuckled softly. If anyone else would have said that, Leah would have decked them one...but Jake was different. His comment only amused her.

"He would have at one time," she answered softly. "....I don't think he remembers anymore." Jake didn't say anything. He glanced at her before laying back beside her in the cold grass. Leah sighed. "I was just thinking about the fight," she said softly. "Funny how it all happened because of one little girl. Not that I am insulting her...before you get all defensive over her." Jake sighed and nodded. "This imprinting stuff...it's really deep," he said with a sigh. Leah just nodded.

"Quil and Embry have joined our pack," Jake told her. Leah blinked. "I thought you didn't want a pack," she said softly, turning on her side to look at him. "I never did," Jake replied, copying her, and rolling on his side. "But...I dunno....I'm returning to La Push. I won't be rejoining Sam, so you don't have to worry about hearing his thoughts again or taking orders." Leah sighed and sat up. She bit her lip and turned to look at him. "I don't want to return to La Push...I think I am ready to leave," she told him softly. "Leave where?" Jake asked, sitting up to look at her better. Leah shrugged. "Anywhere but here," she replied softly. "I've always wanted to be a doctor...maybe it's time to go back to school. La Push has two wolf packs now and more wolves have phased due to all the vamps that came to Forks not long ago...I need to get out of here." Jake just nodded. He didn't know what to say to her. He had known for a long time that she wanted to leave. And she was right. Now was a perfect opportunity. If she wanted to leave, now was the time "Well, I'm going to miss you Leah," Jake said. Leah gave him a small smile and hugged him tightly.

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Leah groaned, her eyes snapping open. She had been tossing and turning for the past couple hours. Her head hurt and she was worried about Seth. Leah turned and looked at the clock on the bedside table.

7:33 am

There was no way she would be getting any more sleep, might as well take something for her head and start the coffee pot. Leah slowly stood up and limped to the kitchen. She swallowed two aspirins and started the coffee.

It was an hour later, when her head started to feel better and she was drinking coffee, when Seth walked in. "Seth," she cried happily. "You're alright." Seth rolled his eyes. "I'm fine," he told her. "The house was peaceful." He walked over and kissed her head. "What are you doing out of bed anyway?" "I'm fine," Leah replied. Seth scoffed and poured himself a cup of coffee. "So you didn't see or hear anything at all?" Leah asked him anxiously. "Nothing whatsoever," Seth replied. Leah groaned. Maybe she was going crazy. "Now, remember our deal, I didn't see or hear anything unusual so you're free to finish cleaning out the house," Seth reminded her as he sat down with his coffee.

Leah sighed and nodded. She finished her cup and stood up slowly. "I'm going to take a quick shower and head back over," she announced. Seth choked on his coffee. "Whoa," he cried. "You just had that nasty fall...don't you think you should relax for a few days." "I'm fine, Leah repeated. "Besides, the sooner I get the house done, the sooner I can leave." Seth sighed. His face falling some. Leah quickly regret what she said. She knew Seth missed her terribly and didn't want her to leave. "School is waiting for me," Leah added, hoping to take the miserable look from her little brother's face. Seth just nodded, taking another drink from his cup. "But your head," he said. "Well, if you're so worried about me, then come help me," Leah told him, a smile playing on her lips. Seth gave a fake sigh, trying to hide a smile. "Well, okay...but only to keep an eye on you." Leah smiled and kissed his head. Leah saw her brother smile as she left the room to get a shower.

'Okay, so I must be crazy,' Leah thought to herself as she washed her hair, wincing some as she tried to be gentle around the big bump on her head. Seth hadn't seen or heard anything. Maybe she really was losing her mind. Maybe she was seeing ghosts. Ghosts? That's not right. She wasn't dead and she saw a younger version of herself. And ghosts didn't exist. And what she was seeing and hearing...were memories. Her memories. Maybe the stress had finally caught up to her. Or maybe her mother was really pissed off at her and was making her relive her past. The past...now there was something Leah kept trying to run from.

But maybe that was it...maybe her mother was pissed off at her...maybe the only way to shake these memories were to make amends. To make amends with her mother, Sam, and Emily. Only then will she find her peace and be able to return back home with a guilt free conscience. She could make amends to her mother by cleaning out the house and taking full responsibility of the funeral arrangements...that had to be something right? That would only leave Sam and Emily? But how would she do that?

Leah shut off the water and paused for a moment. What was she saying? Making amends? Her dead mother was sending her memories from the grave? Leah laughed harder as she pulled the shower curtain back and grabbed a towel. "Yeah, I'm really crazy now," Leah said aloud. She started to dry herself off when a glass, that was left in the bathroom, fell off the counter by the sink, and shattered onto the floor. Leah squeaked and looked at the broken glass on the floor. She had remembered seeing the glass when she started taking her shower. It was no where near the edge of the counter. Leah shivered.

"Leah?" Seth's voice cried on the other side of the door. "Leah, are you okay?" "I-I'm fine," Leah replied, shaking slightly. "Just dropped a glass." "Okay," Seth said and she heard his footsteps walk away. Leah looked around the room before saying softly, "I'm sorry mother."

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Leah laughed as she watched Seth dance around the many boxes that now lined the upstairs hallway. They found Leah's old radio and tapes and were now taking trips down memory lane, listening to the old music. "Uh- oh, we're in trouble, Something's come along and it's burst out bubble. Yeah Yeah! Uh-Oh, we're in trouble, gotta get home, quick march on the double!" Seth sang dancing around the boxes. Leah laid on the floor laughing.

We've Been Out All Night And We Haven't Been Home,
We're Walkin' Through The Back Streets ...All Alone!
The Party Was Great, Yeah We Were Really Frilled!
And When We Get In We're Gonna Get Killed!

Seth started to do the moon walk across the floor. Leah just laughed harder. It was pretty amusing to see an almost 7 foot guy doing the moonwalk. "You know...this song really reminds me of my teenage years," she said. "It's because this song came out when you were IN your teenage years," Seth teased. Leah stuck her tongue out at him and pushed him playfully. "No, I meant...I remember sneaking out to go to parties with Rachel and Rebecca...trying my first cigarette...-" "Getting caught vandalizing the school," Seth teased. "Okay that was Jared's and Paul's idea...wow...we were only like 13," Leah smiled, thinking about her early teenage years. Seth smiled and looked around at the boxes. "Wow, we're practically done. I'm surprised, you know with all the dancing and singing we did," he said. "Yeah. I thought for sure we were done the moment you found my Michael Jackson's tapes and thriller came on," Leah teased.

Seth laughed. "Cause this is thriller, thriller night. And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike. You know it's thriller, thriller night. You're fighting for you life inside a killer, thriller tonight," he sang. Leah sighed. "Wow, you can't sing," she teased with a smile. Seth smirked. "Come on Michael, let's carry these boxes to your truck," Leah said, standing up grabbing some boxes.

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About an half hour later, they finally had all the boxes in the back of Seth's truck. These boxes were going to the local consignment store. Leah felt extremely...light. She was excited that the house was finally cleaned out. "So when are you moving in?" she asked her brother. "After the funeral. I'll get a couple wolves together to help me move in," Seth replied. Leah nodded. "If I'm still here, I'll help too." she told him. Seth gave her a small smile. He didn't want to think about his sister leaving yet. A truck pulled into the driveway behind Seth's. "Hey Sam," Seth called and waved. Leah's happy mood started to damper a little. Sam got out of his truck and shut the door. He walked over slowly. "Heard from Billy that you were cleaning out the old place, thought I would stop by and give you a hand," Sam said, looking at Seth. "Well, you're too late, we just finished," Seth answered with a grin. "But don't worry, you can make it up to me by helping me move my stuff in in a couple days." "Will do," Sam replied. He turned and looked at Leah.

"Hello Leah," he greeted quietly. "It's been a long time." 'Not long enough,' Leah thought to herself, but she put out her hand. Sam took hers slowly. Leah shook it. "It has," she said quietly. Seth felt the tension almost immediately. He cleared his throat. "Um...better be running these boxes down to the consignment store before they close," he said. "Do you want to go get something to eat?" Sam asked Leah, he still had a hold of her hand. "I...I dunno, Sam," Leah said awkwardly, pulling her hand from his. "We can talk...catch up a little." Sam continued. Leah sighed. She knew to start making amends she would have to take the dinner. But she didn't really want to. She sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I'll go..but Seth-" and she turned to look at her brother. "Don't worry about me. Go have some fun Leah. You deserve it after all the work you've done. I'm going to run these boxes over and then go catch the baseball game with Collin and Brady," Seth encouraged. Leah held back a groan and nodded. "I won't keep her too late, Seth," Sam said. "You better not, young man," Seth responded, putting on a fake stern voice. Seth and Sam laughed. Leah smiled a little.

The ride was short and pretty quiet. They got to a diner in Forks. They got a table near the back and ordered their food. "So, you're in school to be a doctor," Sam said. "I'm happy for you. You always wanted to be a doctor." Leah smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'm so happy that I'm almost done too. I only have about another year to go," she said. Sam smiled. The waitress brought their food and they started to eat. "So...tell me about your kids," Leah asked. Sam smiled and took out his wallet. He took out a picture and showed her. "The oldest is Ava. She's nine," Sam said and pointed to her in the picture. Leah sighed. She couldn't help but notice that she looked exactly like Emily. "She looks like her mother," Leah said softly, looking up catching Sam's eyes. Sam nodded slowly. "She does," he replied quietly. "She reminds me of Emily a lot...she is very outspoken, but she really worries about people. She is constantly worrying about her family and making sure everyone is happy and safe. I told her that it's not healthy to worry all the time."

Leah couldn't help but smile. Ava sounded a lot like her mother. And she was beautiful, long, wavy black hair and bright gray eyes. Sam pointed to a little girl beside Ava. She had short black hair that was cut into a bob. Her eyes were chocolate brown like her father. "This is Julie. She's seven," Sam told her. "She's my quiet one. She's very shy and will usually hide from people she doesn't know very well. She is usually found reading though. She will read anything and everything she finds."

Leah's eyes went to the other child in the picture. This one was a boy. He was small. He had longish black hair and chocolate brown eyes. He looked just like Sam. Leah knew the story behind the little boy. He was the one who had complications with his birth. Complications that cost Emily her life. "And this little boy is Benjamin...Benny...Ben...he answers to all of them," Sam said with a laugh. "He's four and very restless. He can't sit down at all. He's very curious so you have to watch him at all time or he will get into things. He's very playful." "They are beautiful," Leah replied, handing the picture back to Sam. Sam smiled and put the picture in his wallet. He put his wallet away.

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A couple hours went by and Leah was having a blast. Her and Sam were laughing together like they haven't laughed in years. They had finished dinner, dessert, and were both on their third cups of coffee. Leah was starting to relax around him. And it felt good. "I'm trying to stop phasing," Sam told her. Leah smiled. "Well good luck with that," she laughed. "It's hard." "Very," Sam said with a sigh. "I'm planning on joining the council of elders." "I think you will do a good job," Leah told him. Sam smiled a little. "Who will take your place as alpha?" Leah asked. "I think I am going to give it to Jared," Sam answered. "Better than Paul and his temper," Leah agreed. Sam laughed and nodded.

Leah sighed. She couldn't help but think their was a reason for the change. And then she remembered it. Everyone had told her that Sam was depressed. Suicidal even. If he stopped phasing...he would start aging again...he would be able to die again. "Sam...by any chance, does this have anything to do with Emily?" Leah asked, trying not to get upset. Sam didn't say anything. He just sipped his coffee. "Everyone is talking about how depressed you are...and there's even been talk of suicide. Do you want to stop phasing so you can kill yourself?" Leah asked him. Sam set his cup down and looked up at Leah. "I don't know what I am thinking," he told her. "Emily is my imprint...and I hurt her...twice. The first time was when I scarred her. And now she is dead...my job was to protect her and I failed."

Leah was in shock. So the suicide rumors were true. "Sam," Leah hissed, trying to keep her voice down. "You have three beautiful children that need you. What would happen to them if something happened to you?" "My mother would take them," Sam told her. "They would be better off without me anyway. I'm not a good father." "I've never seen you with your kids, but if what everyone says is true, you're an amazing father, that those kids love you. And how could you put the burden of raising your kids on your poor mother." Leah hissed. Sam sighed and shook his head. "Leah, you don't know what you're talking about, please stay out of this."

Leah growled a little. How could she stay out of this? He was thinking about killing himself. "Well, I do know one thing for sure and that is Emily would never have wanted you to talk like this. She would have wanted you to go on with your life and raise your beautiful children." she snapped at him. Sam said nothing. He just kept his eyes down and sipped his coffee. Leah let out a deep breath. "And you don't even know, after you give up phasing, the imprint may not be as strong anymore," she told him quietly. That caught Sam's attention. His eyes snapped quickly to her, a dangerous look on his face. "I will always love Emily," he snapped. Leah looked taken aback. "Of course," she responded. "I never said that you would stop loving Emily. She is the mother of your children for Christ's sakes....I just said the imprint may end. Normal men don't imprint on women. Imprinting is just for the wolves to find a mate to breed strong children. If you're not a wolf, the imprint may disappear."

Sam growled at her. "Shut up," he hissed. "Now you really don't know what you are talking about." Leah's eyes narrowed. "What the fuck ever, Sam. I can't believe that I was actually having a good time with you." she snapped at him and stood up.

Almost everyone in the diner were now looking over at them. "Goodbye Sam," Leah snapped and stormed out the door. Sam sighed and threw money down on the table. He quickly ran outside. But Leah was no where to be found. He looked up and down the street, expecting to see her walking...but nothing. He groaned. She must have phased and ran off. He tried to sniff her out, but couldn't pick up her scent. He blinked confused. Not finding her scent…that's odd. He sighed and walked over to his truck. He got inside, waited a few more moments, looking around for her, before he left.

Leah stepped out from behind some bushes. She sighed in relief when he couldn't sniff her out. She had lost her scent that they were all used to. A scent that she will never get back. The new scent she had...none of them could remember. Not anymore.