Authors Note: SO! new chapter! Whoo. I don't own twilight characters. Any songs i post up aren't mine. The last chapter that song was "Missing" Studio Version by Evanessance. So i know i'm a little late in the game for that but its just a heads up.

7:03am Sept. 14th

Melisandre opened her eye to see what retard and turned the lights on. She was in a small crowed room painted in a deep orange…orange? Who in Hans Christian Anderson?! Mel released the pillow she was hugging and propped herself up on her elbows. Looking closely at the room she realized that this most definitely was not the apartment she'd rented in Port Angeles. For one thing the landlord would have gotten a good chewing out for the sun bouncing off the orange on the walls! Although her skin glowed in the light reflection like a smooth rocks in a fountain, she hated sunlight first thing in the morning. Noontime fine, it was time to get up around that time, but at 7 in the god forsaken morning?!

Melisandre swung her legs off the bed. She was half naked, nothing but a wife-beater and her lavender and black polka-dot boy shorts. Mel wondered for a moment whether or not she had changed, obvious answer being 'no' because the she would be nude, and who had she slept with. Obvious answer number two was 'no' one because the bed was empty, no lingering after sex sweaty smells, and no bodily imprint. Very well. She thought as she got up to stretched and slipped out of the room. Her body was sore but there was no hang over, just a craving for milk. Lightly and silently she skipped down the steps and twirled in to the kitchen. There was no one there and she couldn't sense anyone in the living room a few feet down. Opening the fridge she took out the carton of milk and put it to her lips. Drinking steadily until her thirst was quenched. That when she heard the sound of wheels.

Ohmygod! Mel thought quickly as she turned to see an utterly shocked, toothbrush in mouth, towel hung over shoulder, Billy Black. Billy stared wide-eyed and the half naked, too tight wife-beater wearing, extremely short underwear boy-shorts wearing, Melisandre. He had no idea whether or not to shout or remain frozen or to throw the strange female out.

Show down in the kitchen.

"Who are you?" Billy struggled to be polite.

"Melisandre Antonia Montealegre." She recited promptly as though in grade school.

"W-wh-what are you doing in my house?" he sputtered, causing toothpaste foam to dribble down his chin. Melisandre snorted but swallowed the laugh that was bubbling.

"I-I'm really not sure, mister." She answered honestly.

"Look you floozy! You're mother should be ashamed at how he raised you?! Coming into a man's house y-you barely know!" the sputtered angrily not believing her. "And then drinking out of my milk carton!"

"WELL!" Mel stared, "I'm being completely honest with you! And how dare a dementia infested old man accuse my mother of raising a floozy!? Who uses that term anymore?"

"D-D- DEMENTIA! HOW DARE YOU CALL ME CRAZY!!" Billy roared, sputtering more toothpaste and spit across his lap. Melisandre collapsed laughing milk spurting out her nose. No longer able to hold it in. Her cynical nature pressed Billy to the point of him doing exactly as she wanted him to do. Giving her a good laugh.

"Its sort of hard to side with you on that one. When you're dribbling toothpaste and spitting it all over your lap and floor." Mel leaned herself up against the open refrigerator door shielding herself from another onslaught of toothpaste spittle.

"JACOB MORIAH BLACK!" Billy black roared.

Jacob, who was in the garage, hit his head the bumper of the trunk of the car as he was pulling out Mel's duffle bag. He had been stalling because Embry came with him to talk. He had seen the concentration Embry was paying attention to the conversation inside and he immediately moved to block it out. Billy ranting only meant one thing. Melisandre had woken up and Billy was surprised. The old man wasn't up when they two got in early this morning and Melisandre was sound asleep by then. Embry grabbed the smaller bag out of the trunk and smiled.

"Time to face the music, bro. You know old Billy Black's got his standards and Mel is going to have way too much fun with that."

Jacob growled, "I think you should go home now."

"Naw- I don't want to miss this one. Besides I think I'll stay for breakfast." Embry winked.

"JAAACCCOOBBB!!"

Stepping through the door, Embry crumbled on sight. Billy Black was still at the entrance to the kitchen looking furiously deranged. Dried toothpaste and spittle spots, wrinkled shirt and shorts, towel slung over shoulder and finally the poor toothbrush slowly forming a permanent bend. Embry had been right, Jacob thought with his brows creased and his mouth rigid trying to keep the laugh from spilling over. If he only laughed then that would have been the end of his father's sanity for sure.

"Yes… father?" Jacob started a little too formal.

"Don't 'Yes, father' me! Who is she?" Billy grumbled.

"A friend." Jacob answered.

"A friend for a night, you mean? I didn't realize you were growing a unhealthy hobby for night workers." Bill grumbled again. Before Jacob could answer, Melisandre sprung to her feet.

"Dad! We're not like. We didn't have sex." Jacob sort of colored at the words, interjecting before Mel had a chance. Even though the words were true that didn't stop him from thinking it last night when he was undressing her. The closer he came to bare contact with her skin the more he had to pause and collect himself and his thoughts. By the time he had gotten down to her bra and underwear pattern, Jacob not only chuckled at his imagination but planted soft kisses on her stomach, running his hands along her hourglass figure. He realized in the back of his mind how much different Mel's body was from Bella's. Bella was straighter, squishier, especially after she had Reneesme. Mel was slightly built, like she worked out but touching her felt like melted chocolate. Bella was easy to read but Mel was dark and mysterious.

The topper to his night was when he put on his sister's wife-beater on her. He saw the minor scars that she had but that did not catch his attention for very long. Right in the middle of her back where it would mirror her heart, was a tattoo. It was very cool look and sophisticated, as though a lot of thought when into it. It was a circle with a slightly smaller one on the inside, in between the two circles was written in another language perhaps Arabic or Hebrew and the pictography for the astrological signs. From the middle extending outside both circle grew a Jasmine flower. As Jacob ran his hand lightly along her spine Melisandre gasped and moaned in pleasure. For that moment Jacob froze, not able tell whether she was sleeping or not. Quickly but gently he pulled her arm through and laid her down again. He stood in the doorway as she settled into the bed unconsciously and swung her arm over her eyes, leaving on whole length of her body exposed to him. Jacob had to rush himself downstairs as quietly as possible and outside to breath. He was getting too excited. He was getting too drawn in. How could he not want her. She was mistakenly perfect for him and that was where his trouble always was. Yet the cables that were latching themselves to him were not letting go and he would lose limbs before he could ever be free. Jacob colored deeply thought about this. Snapping out of his reverie he realized that his father was staring at him through squinted eyes.

"I am god honest serious. We didn't disrespect you in any way. No sex." Jacob confirmed while he hid his disappointment.

"But something happened. Something you are not telling me." Billy leaned forward in his chair with an accusing grimace on his face.

"You crazy cripple! I keep telling you I am NOT that kind of friend! I'm beginning to think you really wish I was a working girl. Maybe I won't steal your son away. I'm sorry if you got surprised but my mother didn't raise a f" Mel stumbled over the word trying to collect her laughs. "fl-floozy!" she snorted again.

"CRIPPLE!" Billy roared. "CRIPPLE! Jacob! I taught you better than to pick a rude, insensitive, and untrained-!"

"DAD! Look, she's just messing with your head! Mel's not even angry, if anything your words are only adding to fire. She's cracking up about it." Jacob grinned.

"Cracking up is right. You really shouldn't let me get to you." Mel said. "I'm sorry, it was just that you were so convinced that I really didn't feel like putting that much effort into dissuading you." She looked over at Billy apologetically. Billy just grumbled and wheeled himself back to his bathroom. Jacob following not too far behind.

"I'll make breakfast." Melisandre said more to herself than to them. Embry came over to her.

"I'll help. You sure had Billy worked up. I've never seen him so… dare I say.. deranged!" Embry chuckled as he took the eggs out of the fridge. "I've got to hand it to you, though, most people would have cowered under his fury. Especially, those that live on this reservation."

"Yeah, well I'm not most people. I'm pretty sure he damn near caught a heart attack realizing someone else was here besides his son. Too bad he's cripple or he might have come around the corner ready to dig my eye out with a toothbrush." She smiled as she put the potatoes to boil. Embry grinned.

"I think it's going to be fun having you here for the next two weeks."

"Wait- who said I was staying that long?"

"Jake. He's got some things he wants to show you, tell you, and do with you. If you know what I mean." Embry started mixing the pancake batter.

Melisandre looked genuinely baffled. "No I don't know. When was this decided, because I got no heads up?"

"Today. Just don't be mad at him."

"OH We shall see about that." She finished.

Jacob's POV

As I followed my father back to the bathroom I knew there was something more he wanted to say. Give my experience in the past about withheld words I rather he'd get it out of his system now. Having him watch from the windows and glare at me all day wasn't in my list of things to do. Not today. Maybe tomorrow but not today. Today was for Melisandre, though she didn't know it yet. I set the water for my father as he watched me grimly.

"Jake, do you know what you're doing?" Billy asked simply.

"Yes. Yes I do. It called working the water temperature so your butt don't get burned." I smiled.

"You know what I mean." He snapped. "That girl is impertinent, stubborn, and a manipulator."

I flinched. Melisandre must have really worked him up this morning. It must have been the cripple comment. "I know what she is, but I think you're just angry because she said some uncanny things that hit the spot."

"oh yeah? Like what?" he challenged.

"'Crazy cripple', 'dementia infested', wishing she really was a working girl." I finished and waited.

"oh so nothing she says is wrong, huh?!" he was getting ready to start up again.

"No. I have no doubt that she can be impertinent sometimes or stubborn. Its just the manipulating part I have to give more thought to." I was trying my hardest to compromise. If I gave too much to Billy he'd get all big headed about it and then Mel would really get angry. If I gave too much to Mel she would have a silent gloat about her and then Billy would get even angrier.

Billy sighed heavily. "Son, I can see it in your eyes when you think or talk about that girl. Now I've seen this same look on you before you ever decided to- er- introduce her to me. So I am pretty assured that something is changing. The way it's changed in the others."

"What are you trying to get at old man?" I looked at him.

"I just don't want this to be a repeat of, you know, Bella." He hesitated, with good reason too.

"Whatever you say, this, whatever this may or may not be, is different from what I felt or had with Bella Swan." My voice was hard and low. Despite how I felt I was still friends with Bella, just not too deep of terms anymore. She had chosen and I had to move on. That I did with valiant effort. Yes I may still have some lingering emotions in my heart but I know better now. I was not desperate like I was 2 years ago. Bella no longer has that sort of hold on me. However that didn't change the fact that there was small part of me that still loved her and a larger part was gravitating towards "Lise." Lise? When did she become Lise? I was leaning against the sink and then looked up to see Billy scrutinizing me.

"Billy Black." I started, "I assure you better than I can myself that this is not going to break me. Do you remember how I told you about what happened to me in northern Canada. Well, she was that girl. Though I don't think that she remembers. I brought her here to remind her because like you're thinking but not saying she's changing some thing in me. I believer her prompt for me to come home that time was just the beginning. I'm taking it sort of slow because Melisandre doesn't know that I am the werewolf she met. I'm not quite ready to scare her away yet." I finished.

Billy simply nodded. He sighed and un-furrowed his brows. "I trust you on this. Like I said, I can see it in you already. You've changed and you're still changing. Get out. I have to stop looking like a deranged old man." He pulled off his shirt and I left. Not before stopping at the door to thank him.

By the time I finished the 3 strides it took to the kitchen my hallway was filled with company. The entire pack was here and Mel was still in barely anything at all. It didn't seem to bother her that the young ones were groveling and the older ones were trying to avoid looking down while they tried to help finish breakfast.

"jeeze." Mel grumbled, "I didn't realize I would have to feed the whole village too." I smiled and placed my hand on the middle of her back. Exactly where the tattoo was, she looked up at me.

"I'd really appreciate it if you could at least put some pants on. Embry already took you bag of clothes upstairs." As if relieved to be out of the kitchen Melisandre did not grumble or complain. She simply smiled and disappeared.

"AAAAAaaaawwww!! Jake! Why'd you have to go and do that?" Seth complained. "She was so preoccupied with trying to get breakfast done that she didn't even notice the lack-there-of of clothing."

"I know. But you certainly did and so I'm sorry to cut your fantasies short." I said sarcastically. "Now all of you who aren't helping, go to the damn living room!" This was going to be a long day.