Summary: What if the Twilight Saga was re-written with Jacob as the Protagonist? What if instead of Bella being the new girl in Forks High it was Jacob? What would happen when the wolf warrior and the cold one parts crossed and their destiny was already written? Would the two of them be able to co-exist in peace? Or will they be torn apart.

Pairings: Jacob/Edward

Disclaimer: So I just got to thinking what if instead of the whole Twilight Saga being surrounded around Bella and Edward it was Jacob and Edward. To me it would be so much more drama. Vampire/Werewolf much more interesting that Vampire/Human. I take no credit for this work. It's all Stephenie Meyer ... I just decided to twist it. I own nothing.

Notes: This story was started on a profile Slash is the Way by my friend and it got nowhere. He said he was never going to finish and gave up on it completely it so he gave it to me. So I'm re-writing it and hopefully I will finish it. However, I am respecting his wishes to keep the plot as close to the book as possible. If it was me I would change it but a friend's a friend. So, there will be a lot of differences but as requested it will stick as close to the original Twilight plot as possible.

If I had to wait on my Beta this story would never get published so all errors are mine.

I hope it doesn't suck.

Chapter III

I'm Not Crazy

When I opened my eyes in the morning, I couldn't help but have a feeling of dread wash over me. I flew up, sitting upright on the bed. The last time I had felt this way was the last time I saw my mother alive. Maybe I should stay home today.

When I went to the kitchen Billy was already there by the TV. I made an omelet for him and I threw down a quick bowl of cereal and some orange juice from the carton. I tried to get Billy to let me stay home but I couldn't come up with a better reason other than it's cold so he told me to go.

I wonder if my bad feeling had anything to do with Edward Cullen. Maybe he was a serial killer or something. Who knows? The guy was weird. Didn't stop me from constantly thinking about him though.

Driving to school, I distracted myself from my unwanted speculations about Edward Cullen by thinking about Eric. The guy was constantly trying to get me to go out with him and he was getting less subtle with each attempt. By now, thanks to Eric, the whole school knew I was gay, not that I cared but still principle is I should've come out when wanted to. I still had to tell people on the reservation and Billy but the problem now was Eric.

I hadn't lied to him when I said I had a bad breakup. I was in a relationship with this guy named Riley Biers. We had bonded over the fact we were both born in Forks, and we both hadn't been there since being kids. We were happy together. At least I thought we were until I found Riley shoving his tongue down a girl's throat. I should've known with all the secret meeting and the hiding behind doors but hey love make you do stupid things. Plus gay and closeted was not what I wanted for a relationship. We fought, Riley didn't want to breakup but we couldn't stay together, we broke up and then my mom died and I moved. So that was that and I really wasn't looking for anyone so soon after.

I got to school with no trouble but still feeling the dread in the pit of my stomach. I got out of my truck and waved to Angela who had called out to me but before I went over to the group I walked to the back of my truck. I swore I heard something rattling as I was driving down the road and I wanted to check it out.

Suddenly I heard an odd sound. It was a high-pitched screech, and it was fast becoming painfully loud. I looked up, startled but I was too late.

I saw several things simultaneously. Nothing was moving in slow motion, the way it does in the movies. Instead, the adrenaline rush seemed to make my brain work much faster, and I was able to absorb in clear detail several things at once.

Edward Cullen was standing four cars down from me, staring at me in horror. His face for some reason stood out from a sea of faces, all frozen in the same mask of shock. But of more immediate importance was the dark blue van that was skidding, tires locked and squealing against the brakes, spinning wildly across the ice of the parking lot. It was going to hit the back corner of my truck, and I was standing between them. I wanted to close my eyes but I found I couldn't.

Just before I heard the shattering crunch of the van folding around the truck bed, something hit me, hard, but not from the direction I was expecting. My head cracked against the icy blacktop, before I had chance to break the fall and I felt something solid and cold pinning me to the ground. I was lying on the pavement behind the tan car I'd parked next to. But I didn't have a chance to notice anything else, because the van was still coming. It had curled gratingly around the end of the truck and, still spinning and sliding, was about to collide with me again.

This car really wanted to kill me. I should've stayed home. A low voice saying shit made me aware that someone was with me, and the voice was impossible not to recognize. Two long, white hands shot out protectively in front of me, and the van shuddered to a stop a foot from my face, the large hands fitting providentially into a deep dent in the side of the van's body.

Then his hands moved so fast they blurred. One was suddenly gripping under the body of the van, and something was dragging me, swinging my legs around like a rag doll's, till they hit the tire of the tan car. A groaning metallic thud hurt my ears, and the van settled, glass popping, onto the asphalt - exactly where, a second ago, my legs had been.

It was absolutely silent for one long second before the screaming began. In the abrupt bedlam, I could hear more than one person shouting my name. But more clearly than all the yelling, I could hear Edward Cullen's low, frantic voice in my ear.

"Jacob? Are you all right?"

I couldn't find my voice. Sometime during the ordeal my eyes had closed and I couldn't open it. Everything was on fire. Everything hurt and I was shaking.

"Jacob?" Edward's voice sounded worried. I tried to answer but the shaking got worse "Jake. Listen to me JAKE!" A cold hand slapping me across the face had my eyes springing open.

I don't know what he saw but what ever it was had Edward trying to get as far away from me as he could pinned between two cars.

"Jake I need you to calm down."

"I feel sick." I said but that didn't begin to cover it.

"Jake," Edward started again moving closer, he hesitantly reached his hand out and when I didn't push him away rested it on my shoulder. The coolness of his skin was welcomed and the shaking subsided. Edward pulled me into his lap as much as he could with the small space provided and wrapped me completely in his arms. Some part of me wanted to complain but somehow he was making everything not hurt so I just leaned back and closed my eyes.

"Don't fall asleep Jake." he chastised.

"But I'm tired." I insited and I found I really was.

"I know but try to fight it okay. Fight it."

I'm not sure if I nodded or not but I tried to make my head cooperate and then they found us, a crowd of people with tears streaming down their faces, shouting at each other, shouting at us.

"Don't move," someone instructed.

"Get Tyler out of the van!" someone else shouted.

There was a flurry of activity around us. I found that I didn't want to move and Edward made no effort to move either.

I really wanted to fall asleep but I knew I had hit my head and needed to stay awake so I tried to make conversation. "You were over there," I suddenly remembered, even though everything was a bit hazy. "You were by your car."

His expression turned hard. "No, I wasn't."

"I saw you."It hurt to breathe. All around us was chaos. I could hear the gruffer voices of adults arriving on the scene. But I obstinately held on to our argument; I was right, and he was going to admit it.

"Jacob, I was standing with you, and I pulled you out of the way." Jacob was it. Where was all the Jake, Jake, now?

"No." I set my jaw.

I could hear the sirens now. "Look, if I promise to explain everything to you later will you drop it?" he asked exasperated.

"Yes," I snapped, then turned to face him. The movement hurt "Are you just saying that to get me off your case?"

He actually cracked a smile at that "Yes."

It took six EMTs and two teachers - Mr. Varner and Coach Clapp - to shift the van far enough away from us to bring the stretchers in. Edward vehemently refused his, and I wanted to do the same but I couldn't even stand on my own. It looked like the entire school was there, watching soberly as they loaded me in the back of the ambulance. Edward got to ride in the front. It was maddening.

To make matters worse, Chief of police Charlie Swan arrived before they could get me safely away. Charlie was my dad's other best friend and he would call him right away. Which means within five minutes the entire reservation would know. If that wasn't humiliating enough I don't know what was.

When they'd lifted me away from the car, I had seen the deep dent in the tan car's bumper - a very distinct dent that fit the contours of Edward's shoulders... as if he had braced himself against the car with enough force to damage the metal frame...

And then there was his family, looking on from the distance, with expressions that ranged from disapproval to fury but held no hint of concern for their brother's safety.

I tried to think of a logical solution that could explain what I had just seen - a solution that excluded the assumption that I was insane.

Naturally, the ambulance got a police escort to the county hospital. I was fading in and out of consciousness for the entire ride but was lucid enough when we actually arrived at the hospital. I was wheeled into the emergency room and it's only then when I felt the burning in my left arm. It was probably broken.

There was another flurry of hospital personnel, another stretcher brought to the bed next to me. I recognized Tyler Crowley one of the guys I hang with beneath the bloodstained bandages wrapped tightly around his head. I wondered if I looked as bad as Tyler. He was staring anxiously at me.

"Jacob, I'm so sorry!"

"I'm fine. We're both alive and that's all that matters right." As we spoke, nurses began unwinding his soiled bandages, exposing a myriad of shallow slices all over his forehead and left cheek just as another came in and began working on my arm. As she poked an especially sensitive spot I was sure it was broken.

He ignored me. "I thought I was going to kill you! I was going too fast, and I hit the ice wrong..." He winced as one nurse started dabbing at his face.

"Don't worry about it." I said to him as I was nodded to the nurse who was saying something about x-rays.

"How did you get out of the way so fast? You were there, and then you were gone..."

"Edward pulled me out of the way." I tried to manage that with a straight face. Technically it was true.

He looked confused. "Who?"

"Edward Cullen, he was standing next to me." If next to me was across the parking lot but Tyler didn't need to know that.

"Cullen? I didn't see him... wow, it was all so fast, I guess. Is he okay?"

"I think so. He's here somewhere."

So Tyler didn't see him either. I knew I wasn't crazy. What had happened? There was no way to explain away what I'd seen.

They wheeled me away then, to X-ray me. My hand was indeed broken and my ankle sprained. I had a mild concussion but besides that I was fine. I asked if I could leave, but the nurse said I had to talk to a doctor first. So I was trapped in the ER, waiting, harassed by Tyler's constant apologies and promises to make it up to me. No matter how many times I tried to convince him I was fine, he continued to torment himself. Finally, I closed my eyes and ignored him. He kept up a remorseful mumbling.

"Is he sleeping?" a musical voice asked. My eyes flew open on their own.

Edward was standing at the foot of my bed. I tried to glare at him but I knew I shouldn't. He did save my life.

"Hey, Edward, I'm really sorry -" Tyler began.

Edward lifted a hand to stop him.

"No blood, no foul," he said, flashing his brilliant teeth. He moved to sit on the edge of Tyler's bed, facing me. He smirked again.

"So, what's the verdict?" he asked me.

"Broken arm, sprained ankle and a concussion but I'm fine" He narrowed his eyes at me not at all convinced. "I am. I'm ready to leave. Now tell me why you're not strapped to a gurney like the rest of us."

"It's all about who you know," he answered with a smile. "But don't worry, I came to spring you."

Then a doctor walked around the corner, and there was no mistaking that this was Edwards father. He looked like a model. He had collar-length blond hair and a well-toned medium frame. His eyes were gentle.

"So, Mister Black," Dr. Cullen said in a remarkably appealing voice, "how are you feeling?"

"I'm great. Ready to leave," I said, hoping he would let me go.

He walked to the lightboard on the wall over my head, and turned it on.

"Your X-rays look good," he said. "You hand should heal in four months time and once you stay off your ankle for the next couple of days you should be fine."

"So I could leave?"

"Actually, I want to keep you under observation for a few days."

"But why!?" I exclaimed. I really hated hospitals and I didn't want to stay in one. "You said my charts look fine."

"They do, but Edward mention you had a fever."

Traitor. "Fever!? There was no fever. The nurse took my temperature and it's normal. I was a little hot when the accident happened but that has passed. No fever. Who has a fever for five minutes? I want to leave." I was rambling but I really did want to leave.

"Jake," Edward started. Oh so it was Jake again was it "Please just stay for a few days."

I was about to relent and give into their wishes when I heard loud voices in the corridor.

"Where is he? Where's my son?"

I raised my head to look through the glass parth of the door to see Billy, Harry Clearwater and Quil Aterea III standing around the nurse at the desk.

"He's with the doctor." she answered calmly "You could have a seat."

"Which doctor?" Harry asked voice tense.

"Doctor Cullen." she started oblivious to how the three men in front of her tensed up. "He's the best doctor we have. Your son is in good hands."

"Get that man away from my son" Billy growled. I knew that my dad didn't like the Cullens but this was just extream. Dr Cullen gave me a small smile and moved from me to where Billy and the others were.

"Mr Black ..." Carlise started but was cut off but Quil III

"You better have not touched a hair on that boy's head."

"I assure you Jacob is fine." Carlise started again only to be cut off this time by Billy.

"Good. Discharge him."

"I don't think that's wise."

"And why the hell not?" Harry spat.

Carlisle turned to look at me through the glass and then turned back towards the men and lowered his voice. I tried to hear what was being said but they were too far away. Whatever he said made my father even more upset.

"Discharge him" he insisted.

"Mr Black" I could hear Carlisle again "That's really not in his best interest."

"Now!" Bill growled.

Carlisle sighed and moved back into the room "Jacob, you're free to go."

"Thank's doc." I said trying to be as polite as I could after how the others acted. I turned to Edward but he was looking away from me avoiding my gaze. I nodded goodbye to Tyler who was as confused as to what just happened as everyone else and made my way slowly towards my dad. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off my ankle was killing me.

"Take some Tylenol for the pain," Carlise suggested as I walked away.

I didn't turn around not wanting to piss Billy off. I hoped the doc would understand.

"It doesn't hurt that bad," I insisted as I saw Billy's worried look. "Hey I'm just gonna use the men's room. I'll be right back."

Billy looked reluctant to let me go but I was already walking away. I needed to talk to Edward Cullen and this was my only chance. I knew for sure I hadn't imagined him across the parking lot and yet he reached to me in time. So he was fast, extreamly fast. What was the chances he had super hearing too. It was a logical jump. Either that or I was going insane.

I walked into the male bathroom and after checking the stalls to make sure no one else was there I spoke as normally as I could "Edward Cullen. I need to talk to you right now. If you don't come I will shout in front of the entire school that you're from another planet. They might think I'm crazy but it would also put a lot of attention on your family. Something tells me you don't want that."

I stood there in the empty bathroom for a while feeling like a complete idiot. Up until Edward Cullen walked through the door and locked it behind him. I raised my eye in surprise. I was hoping he would come but part of me couldn't believe that actually worked.

"What do you want?" he asked, sounding annoyed. His eyes were cold.

His unfriendliness didn't me. I expected it and was becoming accustomed to his whiplash moods.

"You owe me an explanation," I reminded him just as harsh as he had been.

"I saved your life - I don't owe you anything."

I rolled my eyes but even that small movement hurt. "I broke my arm so it was a half assed job. Plus you did promise."

"Jacob, you hit your head, you don't know what you're talking about." His tone was cutting.

My temper flared now, and I glared defiantly at him. "There's nothing wrong with my head."

He glared back. "What do you want from me?"

"I want to know the truth," I said. "I want to know why I'm lying for you."

"What do you think happened?" he snapped.

It came out in a rush.

"All I know is that you weren't anywhere near me - Tyler didn't see you, either, so don't tell me I hit my head too hard. That van was going to crush us both - and it didn't, and your hands left dents in the side of it - and you left a dent in the other car, and you're not hurt at all - and the van should have smashed my legs, but you were holding it up. Then my body felt as though it was splitting apart and suddenly it stopped when you touched me. Can you give me an explanation for any of that. Even a little one." I was so mad. I almost died today the least the guy could do was make me feel not crazy.

He was staring at me incredulously. But his face was tense, defensive.

"You think I lifted a van off you?" His tone questioned my sanity, but it only made me more suspicious. It was like a perfectly delivered line by a skilled actor.

"I was there, wasn't I. I know that happened. Not to mention you apparently also have super hearing. Or are you denying that as well?" I replied, jaw tight.

"Nobody will believe that, you know. Any of it."He completely ignored my question. His voice held an edge of derision now.

"I'm not going to tell anybody." I said each word slowly, carefully controlling my anger.

Surprise flitted across his face. "Then why does it matter?"

"It matters to me," I insisted. "It happened to me. This is the second time in a two months that a car has tried to kill me. This is the second time that I've been speared. I would just like an explanation that makes sense."

He expression softened by his resolve didn't "Can't you just thank me and get over it?"

I shook my head. I don't know what I expected but somehow I knew he wasn't going to tell me anything "Thank you."

"You're not going to let it go, are you?"

"No."

"In that case, Maybe you should talk to your father."

"What does Billy have to do with any of this?" why was he changing the topic?

"He really hates us Cullens. Must be a reason why." he turned to walk away. Just as he was unlocking the door I spoke.

"Why did you even bother?"

He paused, and for a brief moment his stunning face was unexpectedly vulnerable.

"I don't know," he whispered.

And then he turned his back on me and walked away.

I was so angry, it took me a few minutes until I could move. When I could walk, I made my way slowly to the exit at the end of the hallway.

Billy wheeled himself as fast as he could to my side; I put up my hands.

"See, I'm a big boy. I can use the bathroom without help" I assured him with a smile causing him to crack a small smile. Thankfully he said nothing to me. I was still aggravated, not in the mood for chitchat. Harry and Quil III wasn't there anymore but Charlie was there.

Charlie put one arm behind my back, not quite touching me, and led me to the glass doors of the exit.

We drove in silence. Charlie was driving with my dad in the passenger seat of his cruiser and I in the back. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I barely knew Charlie was there. I was positive that Edward's defensive behavior in the hall was a confirmation of the bizarre things I still could hardly believe I'd witnessed. The fact that he showed up in the bathroom was proof enough.

Soon enough we were pulling up the the rez. I was met at the from of my door by a worried Embry, Quil and a tear stricken Seth. After assuring them that I was fine and I wasn't going to just drop and die and it was only a broken hand which would heal I sent them on their way. They left, albeit quite reluctantly.

I decided I might as well go to bed early that night. Billy continued to watch me anxiously, and it was getting on my nerves. I stopped on my way to grab three Tylenol from the bathroom. They did help, and, as the pain eased, I drifted to sleep.

For some unfathomably reason, that was the first night I'd a dream about Edward Cullen.

Notes: So that be Chapter 3. As I said before, and I will continue to say I'm trying to keep it as close as the book as possible but yet different. For example Riley Biers makes an appearance in twilight. Perhaps there's a reason or maybe it random.

Anyway, Jacob isn't Bella. He isn't as shy or reserved or as dumb. He's also a werewolf, not that he knows that. Poor boy doesn't even know the legends.

Chapter 3 be coming soon. Thanks to all of you who are reading and those of you who favored and reviewed this story. I hope it doesn't suck.

I'm going to try and update weekly. So hopefully next week chapter 4 will be up.