Donde Se Leah?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters. Except for EJ, the kid is mine since SM decided that a son would only complicate the ending of BD. Pfft, and having a wolf imprint on it's mortal enemy isn't complicated? For shame, SM. For shame.

You're gone for two weeks; Jacob and Sam both go out in search for you but your scent has completely disappeared. Seth thinks that maybe you hitch-hiked a ride to somewhere. Where that 'somewhere' could be is what has Jacob, Sam and the Cullens all in a tizzy. Sam has seemed to have had some sort of epiphany about what your sudden departure could possibly mean. The aggression level between Jacob and Sam have hit an all time high as Sam often times comes home with cuts and bruises.

Even the Cullens are at odds with Jacob; Bella calls me and we talk about the goings-on between the three warring factions. Bella is worried because little E.J. has been crying, irritable and intolerable since you suddenly left. We try to piece together what could've brought about this strange turn of events and I update Bella on what I know. She's surprised that we, Sam's pack, did not know of Leah imprinting on the child that Bella was carrying. I'm surprised that the reason the baby survived is because you intervened without having to give Sam any sound excuse. He accepted your lecturing and, apparently, threatened to not participate in the wedding.

But I continue on and tell Bella of Jacob's outburst in Wal-Mart which seems to only upset her. I know I've said too much when I mention Jacob caging you in and his claim that he loves you. Bella goes off accusing Jacob of interfering in her son's life and that he can't possibly love you; you're just a rebound for Jacob and that this is all a way of getting back at Edward because Bella loved him more.

I'm not sure what else she says because she hangs up and I feel an unsettling kick in my gut. I tell Sam about my conversation with Bella and he looks at me in disbelief. He stares at me for so long that I'm not even sure if he's awake or asleep.

"Sam?" I call lightly touching his arm.

"I'll warn Jacob that Bella is angry but I really don't understand why." Sam says absently, his eyes unfocused. "Leah couldn't have imprinted; let alone on Bella's child." He comments turning around and preparing to head out the door. "Imprinting is about making stronger wolves. If she could have babies then I would've imprinted on her – or not at all." I gasp in shock at his words. Without a look back, Sam walks out the door and leaves me behind watching him disappear into the tree line with tears streaming down my face. I know that he didn't mean to say it out loud; those were his own internal thoughts but it still hurts.

I've already let my Sammie down. I thought it didn't bother him – what happened.

Sam's POV

The moment Emily tells me the news I immediately brush it off as nothing more than some silly rumor. I've known of your strange attachment to the spawn of Isabella Cullen but that's only because you can't have any of your own – not anymore. You're always nice and patient with Claire; you've always loved children. Why should a half-vampire be any different when your maternal instincts are involved?

I inform Jacob of Bella's impending rage and he reluctantly thanks me for the information. I try to search his mind for any reason for why Bella would be angry with him – but come up with nothing. He's gotten good at hiding his thoughts from me. He snarls at me, feeling me poking around in his head and my punishment is an image of you smiling up, lovingly and adoringly at me – but it's really not me you're looking at with those soft hazel eyes, its Jacob.

I'm not sure what transpires between Jacob and the former love of his life, Bella, but there is obviously a strain on their relationship. Jacob stays in La Push leaving the patrolling of the Cullen territory to your brother, Embry and Quil. Jacob only remains sitting on his front porch, looking down the street, almost as if he's expecting you to come back to him at any moment. I post myself across the street and do the same; wait for you to come back, secretly, hoping and praying that you're coming back to me.

You do return, eventually, after being gone for 3-weeks. There is a joyful howl announcing your arrival that startles me out of my nap. I have a crick in my neck from leaning up against the tree, my tree, which has been my post for the last week. I stand up and walk out to the road preparing to head towards the Black's backyard. I stop short catching a glimpse of someone out of the corner of my eye. Looking down the street I see you coming, casually walking down the street with a smile on your beautiful face and a bit of pep in your step. You're wearing a light brown strapless dress, heels, and a huge sombrero hanging behind your head and a go-bag strapped across your chest.

You walk up the street casually; as if you've not been missing for weeks but rather went to the mall for a short shopping trip. I feel my heart racing as you come closer and I steal a quick glance over towards the Black home. Jacob is standing on the porch, he's watching for you to come up the street and there's some kind of worried, confusion on his face.

"Hey Sam," You greet me once we're only a few feet apart. I turn giving you my full attention and I'm struck at how light and…free you look. Your eyes no longer hold that glint of resentment and disgust for me. For a moment, I feel as if you've forgiven me for hurting you; that you've come to make amends with me. In the second it takes for me to return the smile and greeting you've already turned and moved on.

"Hola mi amigo. Como estas?" You say to Jacob with a bit of laughter to your greeting.

"Mexico? You went to Mexico?" Jacob growls out as he storms off the porch.

"Si, si." You answer nodding your head. Jacob stops a few feet in front of you and only glares down at you. I can only guess that your smile only gets bigger as his frown gets deeper. "Tijuana, in fact." You add taking your bag off and placing it on the ground beside you.

"Lee," Jacob growls out as you bend down and begin rummaging through your bag.

"Jake," You growl right back at him as you stand up with a bottle in your hand. "Look, next time you come along." You state simply, removing your hat and placing it on Jacob's head.

Next time?

"Next time?" Jacob asks. I watch in disgust, hurt and envy as you nod your head at his question, wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. I turn away with a growl as you allow Jacob to deepen the kiss. I can't help but find myself wishing that Emily had been right; that you had imprinted on the half-vampire child because than that way I wouldn't be forced to see you in the arms of Jacob Black.

I hear you squeak a little and turn around in curiosity to see Jacob Black carry you bridal style up his front porch and into his house. I have an imprint, a wife, and despite all of that I can't find it in myself to just be happy for you and Jacob. Maybe it's the fact that it's Jacob that's eating me up inside. Or it could just be the idea of you with someone else. Either way I head back to home promising to put an end to this foolishness before it gets too far out of hand.

A/N: So I'm sitting here at work, responding back to some PMs, basking in the glow of my 150 tweets and 12 new followers in one night (last night) and I decide to clean out my mailbox. Wouldn't you know it I had an update sitting here that I'd completely forgotten about. So I figured that I'd just proof it real quick and go ahead and post it.

Hope you all liked it and I gotta admit these short less than 2k chapters are like a breath of fresh air when compared to Wake-up Call's 5-7k plus chapters.

Hehehe…that's right, cry Emily cry! Oh, woe is you. Sam said and did something that hurt you? Yea…well you deserve it YOU WHORE! Hmph, you're not even the fun-loving kind of whore that I wouldn't mind hanging out with on a Friday night.

And has anyone seen Chaske's newest do? Please, please, please look at it and PM me. I seriously want to talk about it with someone who actually cares about the wolves, their looks and image. T-T Why did he do it? Who convinced him to do it? I SO gonna kick their ass.