Chapter1 –Preperations–

"Here is Mrs. Smith's patient's record that you have asked for, Dr. Cullen."

"Thank you, Ms. Evans," I said with a polite smile and took the file.

"N-no problem," she gasped and went out of the office, tripping slightly at the doorway.

I pretended not notice it, thumbing interested through the file instead. I stayed at the hospital for another half an hour, looking through a few patients' records before my shift ended and I could go home to my family.

Getting out of my car I immediately recognized the distinct smell of the Quileute people. Although Jacob and Seth came over practically everyday, I could tell due to the fresh scent that they were still here. That and the additional two heartbeats that echoed through the house. I found my family sitting together with my two almost-sons-in-law in the living-room, discussing some kind of exciting matter.

"Wrestling! I want wrestling," Emmet shouted, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"You sound like a kid in the toys-department," Jasper chuckled.

"I'm in for wrestling," Jacob said, rubbing challenging his hands.

"I said, no fights in my house," Esme reminded them with the kind for authority in her voice that all mothers had.

"I agree with Esme," I joined in, entering the room. "I just got home from the hospital and I am not interested in healing the injuries of a bunch of tumultuous teenage-vampires and wolves now."

"Killjoy," Emmett muttered.

"Parents," Jacob snorted.

"Don't worry, we won't do anything too dangerous, Dad," Edward assured me, smiling smugly. He then went on answering the question in my head, "We got inspirited by the human Olympic Games on TV and decided to have our own version of the Olympic Games here."

I raised my eyebrows. "Nice idea. But I'm afraid that I have to say no at the Olympic Fire point."

The boys snorted, all except for Edward and Jasper, who were chuckling.

"Nah, where's the spirit then?" Emmett complained.

"I think the fire that is burning inside you is enough, Emmett. There is no need to burn the down entire Olympic Mountains to ashes," I interjected with a kind but authoritative smile. "Remember what happened the last time you wanted to make a camp fire."

Emmett and Jacob had the nerve to grin dreamily into the distance, as if remembering some good old times.

"I'm not sure," Esme said, looking nervously into the round. "Isn't this –how to call it?– project dangerous?"

Emmett and Jacob exchanged challenging glares, both gloating with self-confidence. Those two were becoming strangely similar.

"Well, I don't see any danger coming," Alice said sarcastically, her features pulled to a mask of annoyance.

Seth laughed. "Can you see anything at all now with the entire pack being involved?"

Alice shot daggers at him. "I don't know. Why don't you tell me, Seth?"

He looked down sheepishly.

"Why don't Esme and Carlisle anticipate as referee?" Jasper suggested. "We need some anyway if we want real Olympic Games."

"Yes, and the elders could be the referees on the Quileute side," Bella added. "The games should be fair."

I nodded. "This sounds good." –I turned to Esme– "What do you think, darling?"

She frowned, considering the idea for a second, then she nodded. "I'm okay with that. But only if Billy, Sue and Old Quil agree."

"I'll ask them," Jacob offered. "I don't think that they'll make any objections."

"Then this is clear, too," Rosalie changed the subject. "Now let's go back to choosing the disciplines. –Chloe?"

Chloe nodded and opened a memo pad and a pen which were lying on her lap. "Okay. We decided that we will have eight different individual matches and one team game at the end," she informed me. "We have already agreed on hurdle-race, high jump, Discus throw…" She paused, her thin brows knit interrogatively, then she turned her attention to Seth and Jacob. "How do you plan to throw discus as wolves?"

Jacob laughed and waved with a hand serenely. "We've our own methods, you don't need to worry."

She shrugged and turned her attention back to her list. "And wrestling and the team game will be soccer."

"Balloon race?" Jared demanded. "What the hell's balloon race?"

"You run through the forest and bump pink balloons on the way," Jacob explained with a grin.

Paul shook his head with laughter. "What kind of nonsense is that?"

"Sounds like fun," Jared said sarcastically.

"Good. We've a volunteer for the balloon race," Jake announced and Seth noted it down on a sheet of paper.

"Hey! Wait, I never-" Jared protested but Jake cut him off.

"Okay, now we only have: hurdle-race, high jump, Discus throw, wrestling, high diving, rodeo and chess."

"Chess?" Quil asked irritated.

"It's an Olympic discipline," I explained.

He shrugged. "Okay… However, I want wrestling!"

Six heads snapped around, staring at him with killing glares. I sighed, knowing perfectly well what would come next.

3… 2… 1…

"No, I want wrestling!" Paul objected right on cue. "Everybody here knows that I'm stronger than Quil."

"That's not fair! I want wrestling, too!"

"Shut up, Jared!" Leah snarled. "You go bump your pink balloons and leave the main work to the ladies!"

"Hey! Wrestling was my idea, so I'll participate in that discipline!" Jacob complained.

"Only because you went chatting with the vamps doesn't mean you'll get any advantages," Embry pointed out.

Seth nodded. "I agree with Embry." –he opened his pen– "It's settled then, I'll do wrestling."

"The HELL you will!" the others chorused, so loud that Seth dropped the pen.

I sighed and rolled my yes. What kind of crime had I committed in my last life that I deserved this kind of punishment?

Emily, being like the fairy godmother in every children's tale, came in with a tablet full of blueberry muffins. She laughed when she saw my annoyed expression. "How is it going today, my honourable Alpha?"

"Same old, same old."

"Yeah, just a bunch of teenage werewolves who want to have a fight with the vampires next door," she winked.

I laughed. "Exactly, nothing new."

The bunch of teenage werewolves in front of us was just about to start a brawl.

I sighed. "I guess, I should lay down the law before they rub our house into little pieces."

She laughed and kissed me on the cheek. "Do your job, oh my great Alpha."

I smiled at her.

I got up at the exact moment when Paul and Jacob decided to continue their argument with their fists. I grabbed Paul's arm, stopping him just in time.

"No fights in my house," I said calmly, but not forgetting to put a little threat in the words.

"Where did I just hear that?" Jacob muttered behind me sarcastically.

I ignored him. "Okay, guys. Let's solve this in the democratic way. –Who wants to participate in wrestling? Raise hand."

Seven dark-skinned arms shot up in the air.

"Why do I even bother to?" I sighed.

Emily laughed. "Okay, why don't we let Fortuna decide?" She got a sheet of paper and sheared it to eight pieces.

"Seven are enough, Em. Jared has his discipline," Jacob reminded her and Jared shot a killing glare at him.

She giggled but didn't act on taking one snippet out to Jared's delight. The others grumbled in distaste but no one objected. Fair was fair. She drew a big red cross on one piece. One by one she folded the eight pieces and put them into a bowl. "Good luck," she said and held out the bowl to us.

Seven arms shot into the bowl, all trying to hit the jackpot.

"Hey! It's ladies first," Leah complained and jostled Quil away who grabbed a lot just in time.

He opened the tiny piece of paper with his giant hands eagerly. "Yes!" he suddenly cheered, throwing his fist in the air. The others froze in the middle of their movements like sculptures. "Fortuna loves me!"

The rest groaned in unison.

"Then I want do hurdle-race if I don't get wrestling," Leah muttered and threw her little brother such a threatening glare that he noted her name next to the wished discipline immediately.

I didn't disagree, Leah was our fastest one, it'd be unreasonable to not elect her for hurdle-race.

Paul wanted to argue, I could see it on his face, but he kept the ugly words to himself. Instead, he asked for the next "good" discipline. "I'll do high jump then."

"But I wanted that!" Seth complained.

The others' faces went red with rage.

"Shut up!" I commanded before anyone could say a word. "It's enough! Emily, get the bowl please. We'll draw lots for each single discipline now. No more discussions!"

"But-"

"I said no more discussions, Seth."

"Why-"

"Because you're a bunch of immature tumultuous teenage-werewolves, Embry."

Jacob grimaced. "I somehow feel like there's an echo here," he muttered.

I threw a glare at him, enough was enough.

He sighed. "Okay, okay. I see your point. Otherwise the games would have started before we'd decided on anything."

I nodded, being glad that us two Alphas were now united to face the brawl. Emily quickly finished the new set of lots and held the bowl out. She looked up at me with a patient smile on her never fading beautiful face.

"Okay, then the next discipline to decide is" –I took a brief look at Seth's list– "high diving."

So ... we hope that you've found out which part is told by whom - we have discussed whether we should write the narrator's name at the top but decided not to do that because:

1. It saves natural resorces (ink & paper) xD

2. It's funnier this way (funnier for us - for you ... perhaps?)

okay, okay... just kidding, but we think that we made it clear enough from whom's point of view it was (if some of you is still padding in the dark: part1 - Carlisle / part2 - Sam)

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