Author's Note:

Hello readers, this is my first time writing a fanfiction, instead of just fantasising about it in my head. Hope you like it. Concrit is always welcome, please don't be jerks….. ENJOY!

~BTW when dialogue is in italics it means that the main character is using sign language.

When Dialogue is underlined, it means that she's writing everything down instead of signing.

Chapter 1

My evening with Seth and Leah was nice, we ate, and talked about all the going ons in the pack. Well, Seth and Leah talked, I mostly listened, which was fine. Or at least that's what I kept telling myself. Usually my inability to speak didn't bother me too much, but I missed being able to communicate fluidly with everyone in the room, not just the one person who could sign. Even though I could write it down, it always took me too long to respond to anything. I would just end up commenting with as few words as possible. So, yeah, it bothered me.

They only stayed for a few hours. I ended up falling asleep early -my pain medication made me drowsy- and I remember Seth carrying me to bed. Even though he was almost 26 and Seth still acted like he was 18, he was kind-of like an older brother to me. Always looking out for me, being overprotective. And I appreciated that. Before my younger brother died, I had always been the older, more responsible sibling. It was nice to be cared for. That being said, you try having an overprotective werewolf as your surrogate older brother, and see how long it takes you to be fed up with him.

I woke up early that morning, about 8-o'clock, and couldn't go back to sleep. I usually slept in till about 10. Today was Tuesday, and at 12 I had a skype call with Raquel and MT. I wonder where they are? Every time we talked they were in some other country, last time it was Romania, what would it be this week? I sigh as I think about them, I missed their company. I half wished that they would just come home and forget about figuring out what was wrong with me. They had been gone for a year and they hadn't found a clue. They're vampires for Pete's sake! They must have traveled the world five times over already.

I sighed again, I needed to stop thinking about this. I slowly dragged myself out of bed and headed to the kitchen, where I fed Daisy (eagerly awaiting breakfast) and grabbed a slice of leftover pizza for my own. (A happy surprise since the chances of any food being leftover with a werewolf in the house was basically zero.) Munching on that small slice of bliss, I headed back to my room to take a shower, limping as I walked since I didn't bother to bring my cane. I really wasn't supposed to be walking without it but I was too tired to care. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and got dressed in a pair of jeggings, my dark grey, long sleeved "this is not a pipe" t-shirt and my boots. Let me just say that my boots are awesome. They're round toed cowboy boots and they fit like a glove. The great thing about cowboy boots is that the more scruffy they get the better they look. Mine have some small paint stains and scuff-marks from projects my father and I had done at our old house in Montana. There were good memories associated with these boots, and I wore them almost every day.

After getting dressed I threw my still damp hair up in a bun not wanting to do anything with it. It's not like I ever did, my hair would just dry curly and do whatever the heck it wanted to. A trait I inherited from my mother. Mom and I had always liked our hair though, we didn't mind being different or crazy. We thought it was fun.

Gahhhhhh! I shook my head to shake my thoughts away. Almost everything reminded me of them. Not that it was bad to remember them, it was comforting, healthy even. But if i did it too much too often I would cry and get depressed. It was a fine line to walk. But I walked it none the less.

Heh, my thoughts just rhymed. No. Stop-it. Focus!

I grab my phone from the bedside table to check the time, it was almost 10. Well I had 2 hours to kill, I guess I could finish my art project that's due tomorrow…. Decided, I grabbed my cane and walked to my art room to get my camera. Wait a minute, where's Daisy? As if summoned, Daisy walked over from the living room -I guess she had been lounging in her bed- and sat by the door, ready to go out with me. I took her orange service vest from the hook by the door -Daisy was a registered service animal so I could take her anywhere- , and strapped it on her before putting on my jacket and backpack which had my sketchbook, pencils, and an emergency kit incase I got lost or stranded in the woods.

I was taking online college courses from my college in Idaho, and working towards a photography major. Raquel had convinced me to take classes after I got out of the hospital. She thought I needed something to occupy my time. I was only taking 3 classes; drawing, photography, and art history were what I was currently taking. Hence the camera for the project. There was a nice spot in the woods about half a mile away from the house with a creek and a big fallen tree. I could walk over, take some cool pictures, and get back for my call with Raquel and MT before noon.

If only my life was that simple.

Initially my little trip started out fine, it wasn't like I hadn't done it a million times before. So I walked, Daisy following behind and sniffing everything she could. When I arrived at the spot, I sat down and drank some water from the bottle I had in my backpack. The 15 minute walk had left me tired and I was already starting to sweat. Jeez I was pathetic. I had to sit and catch my breath anytime I walked anywhere for more that 10 minutes. I knew it wasn't my fault, but that didn't stop me from feeling like a whimp. Daisy walked up to me and sat down, I really loved her. She always knew when I was feeling crappy and would come and keep me company and let me just pet her till I stopped feeling sorry for myself. We didn't need to talk to communicate, we just knew what to do. Instinct I guess. I had always admired the way animals communicated to each other with nothing but their body language. I admired it even more now that I couldn't speak as well. Every command I gave Daisy was with a whistle or a gesture. Weather it was to sit, stay, come, or heel, no words needed to be spoken, and I found respite in that.

After my break, I walked around and took pictures. There were some flowers by the creek, moss covered rocks and dead tree limbs with saplings growing out of the cracks. The land here was beautiful, maybe I could drive down to La Push after I talked to Raquel and get some pictures of the landscape. Im sure Billy wouldn't mind a visit either. Billy was probably my favorite member of the tribe, he had the most respect for my vampire friends, and he was great company. That man had a great sense of humor, and besides Seth and Raquel, was one of few who could get me to laugh these days.

About an hour later, I was satisfied with the amount of pictures I had to choose from. Putting the camera away in my backpack I whistled for Daisy, cane in hand, and began to walk back home. My cane was a sturdy piece of work, MT had carved it out Iron wood for me not long after I was home from the hospital. My favorite part was the wolf head that seemed the melt out of the handle. The design was seamless and reminded me of the pack. When he gave it to me, I was surprised that he had carved a wolf among all things. He just said that it would have a bit conspicuous to have a pouncing vampire on the end instead.

I smiled at the memory, I was lucky to have such good friends.

Unfortunately, I was not so lucky as to have good balance. I must have not been paying enough attention to my surroundings or I tripped over a rock or branch because I ended up falling down the side of the hill I was walking along. I think I hit my head on the way down cause I when I tried to get up I was hit with a horrible headache and a wave of nausea. Struggling to keep my balance I sat back down and tried to compose myself. My head has pounding, I rubbed my temples in an attempt to relieve some of the pain. No such luck. I was dimly aware of Daisy's presence beside me, but I was more concerned with getting home. I reached for my phone in my pocket and was surprised to find that I had about 30 text messages and even some missed phone calls. When did that- I paused as I started to notice something. It was getting dark. But how? Not 2 seconds ago it was almost noon! And why was I so hot? I could feel sweat beading down my back and neck. I tried to get up again but that only increased the pain in my head and brought another wave of nausea.

Ok, standing is not a good idea right now. What should I do? I could text someone. I looked at my phone again, Damn, no signal. Even with my feverish mind I could tell that this was not good, nope not a good thing at all. Maybe someone would come looking for me. Where was I? I looked around. I was in the woods. Why? I couldn't think strait. I was so tired. Maybe I'd take a nap. Sleeping seemed like a good idea. Yea, Sleep. Sleep was good. As I drifted in and out of consciousness I was oblivious to my faithful companion's increasing anxiety.

Daisy could tell that something wasn't right with Adia, Humans didn't sleep on the ground like this, and they were never this hot. Except for the wolf-humans. But Adia wasn't a wolf-human, so something was wrong. Daisy stayed with Adia as it grew darker, protecting her. When daisy heard the sounds of Adia's human and wolf-human friends near-by, she ran to them. Daisy knew that they could help her. They would know what to do.

Charlie was worried, he had gotten a call from Raquel around 2 in the afternoon. Adia hadn't met Raquel and Mark for their skype call and Raquel was concerned. Adia hadn't missed a call before, even when she wasn't feeling well. Charlie promised that he would look into it. That was hours ago, it was now starting to get dark and no one knew where she was. She wasn't home -that was the first place Charlie looked- and she wasn't anywhere near La Push, the pack had already searched the area, and after talking to Raquel again, -who was nearly frantic- they decided to search the area around her house in case Adia had wandered off there and had gotten lost. As soon as Charlie had parked his police cruiser in the driveway Seth and Leah were jumping out and getting ready to search the woods. Charlie still hadn't gotten used to the whole shapeshifting thing. But he had to admit that the pack was great at organising a search party.

As it turns out, they didn't have to search for long.

Not even a minute after they had pulled in the driveway, the sound of Daisy barking drew their attention to the edge of the forest. Daisy was running towards them barking frantically and once Seth and Leah started to follow, she ran back into the woods with the two of them behind her. Charlie stayed behind knowing he couldn't keep up with them. He also knew that wherever Adia went Daisy went too. They had found her. And sure enough a few minutes later Seth was running back carrying Adia and calling for Charlie start the car. What? Was she hurt? He didn't have time to wonder what was wrong with Adia, the urgency in Seth's voice drove him into action.

Charlie quickly got in the car and started the ignition, waiting for Seth and Daisy to jump in the back while Leah took the passenger seat. After they were inside Charlie sped out of the driveway and onto the street, putting his sirens on as he raced to the hospital.

"Leah, call ahead and tell the hospital we're on our way" Charlie was worried. He was more than worried, Adia didn't look well. The last time he had seen her like this was after the animal attack, and at the time they weren't sure she'd make it.

Adia would never admit to it but she was well loved here in Forks. In high school she had quickly gained respect from both teachers and students. She was a good kid, always kind to others. She was confident around her friends but tended to be quiet and reserved around those she didn't know very well. Chief Swan didn't know anybody who didn't like her as soon as they got to know her.

Looking back in the rear view mirror, seeing such a good young woman look so frail and broken. Charlie was stricken with how much he wanted her to be ok. She was kind-of like a niece to him. He was good friends with her father before he died, and had gotten to know her family well. He truly cared about her well being and was determined to do everything in his power to help her.

With that thought he pressed on the gas a little more, getting every ounce of speed from his old police cruiser that he could.

The news they received the next morning, once Adia was stabilized and tested at the hospital, wasn't good. The doctors had no clue what was wrong with her. She was sick, very sick. That much was obvious, but of what and how, was a mystery. Blood tests were inconclusive, and nothing showed up on any MRI's or CAT scans.

Charlie was furious, "What do you mean you don't know?" The doctor leading Adia's case was updating everyone on Adia's condition. He was also the unfortunate recipient of the Chief's frustration. "Isn't that what the tests were for? So you could figure that part out?"

"Charlie," Sue reached out and put a hand on her husband's shoulder, trying to calm him down. "I'm sure they're doing everything they can to figure this out."

Chief Swan sighed and ran a hand through his hair, it felt like Bella all over again. Sue, Jake, and Renesmee had met them at the hospital, and Raquel was flying in from Switzerland with Mark.

"I'm very sorry, Chief, but all we can do here is keep her comfortable and hope for the best." The doctor was an older man, probably in his 50's. He looked tired, he had probably been up all night working.

At this Charlie had to sit down, everybody else looked just as worried as he did. Seeing their grim looks, and the tears streaming down some faces, the doctor couldn't deny them some hope, even if it was slim. "There is something we may be able to do," At the doctors reluctant statement, everyone's head shot up at once. Their attention fixed on whatever hope the doctor could give them. "I know a doctor up in Alaska, I met him about two years ago when I worked at a hospital up in Anchorage. He's very gifted and had a knack at solving seemingly hopeless cases."

"Well who is he?" Seth was impatient to hear who could possibly save Adia.

"His name, is Dr. Carlisle Cullen"