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Matthew Davis [Matt]

Finally the exams were over. And partying was actually the best way to finish them; Hamilton's party was tonight…as in now.

I was the DJ, well, just for a couple of songs or something then I would give it back to Bryan or Brad.

I kept switching between songs and everyone just kept dancing and having fun…the kind of fun that would probably end with a police cruiser. But, whatever.

I settled on Low and Brad and Stacey had the spotlight on that one, moving with the beat. I kept humming the familiar lyrics and moving my head with the beat until I was tired; it was 1am already and I had been there since 9.

I cheered for Brad and Stacey, "That was awesome!" I commented using the microphone I had access to," Now everybody cheer for the one and only…Bryan Hamilton." I wasn't in any way staying there for one minute. They cheered and waited for Hamilton to come up where I am and take the lead. I smirked as he glared at me, leaving the bar and continuing what I was doing.

I left the 'stage' or whatever and went outside by the pool, relaxing as the fresh, cold air hit me.

"Hey, dude," David, one on our football team, said. I would've bet he was drunk…okay, maybe half-drunk. I gave him that much.

"Hey," I replied, leaning on the wall. He came and got what looked like a cigar out of his pocket.

"Check this out," he said, grinning. I took it in my hand and flipped it on both sides, waiting for him to say something but he didn't.

"A cigar? So?" I have smoked before. I didn't like it that much, frankly speaking, but it wasn't such a big deal.

"'So?'" He quoted, looking at me like an idiot." That came straight from Cuba. A vanilla cigar which people would beg for. And you're saying 'so'?" he snorted. I chuckled at his exaggeration and took it.

"Well, I guess I'll see what people 'beg' for," I mumbled as he lit it for me." Thanks, man," I said before I inhaled. He smiled and turned the other way, going to someone else. As soon as he turned his back, I coughed, getting out the tobacco mixed with vanilla that I'd been taking in. It didn't taste that good at all, for me at least. So I just threw it on the ground and stepped on it, leaning back on the wall.

I got out my phone and dialed Mary's number; the girl said she would come tonight. Where was she?

She answered immediately.

"Embry?" she whispered. I frowned; why was she expecting him to call? I mean, weren't they, like, together now?

"No, it's Matt. Where are you?" I asked casually, though the whole situation felt awfully familiar to me. Oh…that's what happened the night Samantha, my ex, broke up with me. The roles were switched though.

She sighed," Home," she whispered, her voice breaking as if she was resisting tears.

"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned. What could've happened?

She broke into tears," I don't know, Matt, I wish I do," she managed to say.

"Whoa, whoa! Calm down! What happened?" I pushed, slightly guessing where this was heading towards.

"He…won't…come," she panted. Huh?

"What?" I asked," Look, does your dad have a night shift tonight?" I asked, remembering that she'd told me before that he takes double shifts sometimes.

"Yeah," she breathed," Why?" she asked.

"What do you say, I come get you and you can tell me all about this?" I offered. I owed her more that that; Mary was actually the one who helped me get over the whole Samantha issue. Plus, I had promised before that I would be there when she needed me like she had been right by my side when I needed her. She was my best friend.

"Are you nuts?" she asked," Oh, wait, you are." She paused," Dad would kill me if he knew," she said.

"Why would he? He would go home at 5, right?" I asked.

"Yeah," it sounded more like a question. I rolled my eyes.

"It's 1:15 now, I'd get you back home before he's anywhere near it, promise," I said, already worried about her.

She sighed ,"'Kay. I'll be at the corner in 10," she said, slightly distracted." See you," she said.

"See you," I said to the now-dead cell phone. I stuck it back in the pocket of my dark blue jeans and got out the keys to my Nissan, going inside to find Brad.

There he was.

I nudged his shoulder and he turned around, reluctantly leaving Stacey's side. He looked at me questioningly, giving me that 'that-better-be-important' look.

"Just make sure you end up sober enough to drive; I'm leaving," I announced and turned my back to them he grabbed my shoulder.

"Why?" he asked suspiciously. I didn't want to tell them, honestly; they might get worried. Besides, I didn't want anyone to know about this and tell her father.

"I'm tired." No lie there; I was. He raised an eyebrow at me then shrugged.

"Okay, I guess. See you tomorrow," he waved me goodbye and I turned it back, getting out of there.

The road to Mary's street was short; only five minutes away so I waited for her at the corner as she told me she'd go.

I wondered what was wrong with her. Did he leave her? Is that possible? I mean, just the way he looked at her didn't suggest in any way that their relationship was going to end after only one week. He used to get her from school every day, call at Lunch to check up on her, take her out on weekend….This is just unexpected.

Naw; that couldn't be it.

But, then, what happened?

I was snapped out of my reverie with her knocking on my window. I opened it and eyed her tear-soaked face. The one I hadn't seen since last time Max visited. Oh, that was only a week ago. It seemed like forever.

"Hey." I tried to smile but not the cruelest demon could do that when just looking at her heart-broken expression.

She tried to smile back, I think, but it turned out more like a grimace.

"Well, come in," I offered, unlocking the other door with my master lock. She shook her head.

"I don't want to be late. We can walk around here if you don't mind?" she offered, zipping her sweater to her neck. I rolled my eyes.

"Come on; it's cold," I tried to reason but she shook her head again. I sighed; I knew that asking her again would just end up in her insisting or getting back home. Just the old typical Mary Anderson. I closed my window, grabbed my jacket from the backseat and got out of the car, locking it. I hoped that parking was allowed there.

She started walking towards the end of the street and I kept with her slow pace for a moment before I spoke.

"So," I started," Tell me what happened," I demanded. She started crying, again.

"He left. I don't know if it was Dad or just me. I mean, it's the second time that happens with me…there must be some kind of a reason for this. But then I don't know what I did for him to react like that…If I only knew-" she kept babbling do I cut her off.

"Left? Did he just break up with you or what?" I pushed. She stopped and started sobbing instead of just…well, crying. A couple of seconds later she got out her cell phone and opened a message that I read.

"So? Maybe he really needs some time alone," I concluded. Why was she reacting that way?

She shook her head," N-No…H-He always comes," she panted, sobbing even harder," H-He does-doesn't a-answer his p-phone." I pulled her into a hug and she kept sobbing, her breath becoming more and more rigid. That was when I patted her back; she needed to calm down.

"Shh…I'm sure this is nothing," I cooed, truthfully. I mean, the guy said he needed some time alone and that he'd call later. Why did she think he left?

"No!" she whisper-yelled, probably unable to get any more voice out of her, and sobbed even harder, if that was possible. I could feel her hands tremble on my back." He im-" I waited for her to continue but I felt her body become heavier and she collapsed in my hands, almost causing both of us to fall on the ground. I just stared at her for a moment.

Wow; she fainted.

What to do now?

When people faint they get them to the hospital, right?

Right.

But I had to try once before I carried her to my car; okay, so I was stronger than a normal guy; being on the football team and such, but just not that strong.

"Mary? Mary, can you hear me?" I stroked her cheek. No response.

Of course!

I, somehow, managed to get her to the Nissan. We weren't that far away after all. I opened the back door and laid her body in, sighing heavily as I did. I slipped quickly into my front seat and turned the key in the ignition, speeding my way to the hospital.

I knew Dr. Brooke, Stacey's father would be there. Brad told me that he had to convince him to take his daughter to the party while he's out. I didn't get his point though, Dr. Brooke I mean.

I left her in the car and rushed inside, calling for anybody to go out and get her. I accompanied them as they took her on a white bed. I followed them inside and went directly to the 'reception' or whatever. I was met by a nurse.

"Hello, how may I help you?" How do you think?

"Is Dr. Brooke here?" I asked. I had to get someone I knew; I wouldn't be able to do anything if they asked me about anything there.

"Yes," she answered and got back to her paper work. Seriously! Did I come here to ask whether or not he was there?

"Can you call him?" I asked, she looked at me suspiciously.

"And you are…?" I rolled my eyes.

"Matthew Davis, his daughter's friend. Just call him or page him or whatever you do!" I was getting impatient. Normally, a person wouldn't be in the best mood at 2am with his friend somewhere he doesn't know at the hospital, knocked out and a nurse was just being so very annoying.

"Why do you want Dr. Brooke?" I glared at her. If Stacey wasn't at the party, her phone probably somewhere she can't hear, I would've asked for her father's number.

"Just call him already!" I yelled.

"Matt?" I heard a familiar voice call. I turned around to find Dr. Brooke standing with a file in his hand, which he put on the counter and turned to face me. I sighed in relief." Is everything okay?" he asked," Where's Stacey?" I shook my head.

"She's fine, probably still at the party or heading home," I answered, relaxing just a little bit." It's Mary," I informed. He frowned.

" Is she okay?" What do hospitals do to people? I'm here, asking for a doctor, at 2am and telling him that Mary's the problem. How could she be okay?

"No," I answered simply," I just got her here, knocked out. They took her somewhere but I don't know where," I said truthfully. He nodded in understanding, motioning for me to follow him to what I realized later was the ER. I followed him.

" Was she drunk?" he asked professionally.

"No; she wasn't at the party in the first place." That was when he returned Stacey's father, not the doctor.

"Then, why was she with you?" he asked curiously. Damn! How couldn't I think of it? Now she's in trouble. I sighed knowing that I couldn't have left her without getting her here. It was my fault.

"She needed to talk about some stuff, we were walking in the street." I was too young to be shot by Officer Anderson. Seriously.

He nodded," Wait here and I'll be right back," he said. I nodded and waited as he went deeper into the ER while I was just in the front. I crossed my arms over my chest and waited then I decided that I should call her father. We were in trouble anyways so I'd better call him myself instead of Dr. Brooke or the hospital. My family was out of town for the weekend anyways so I didn't need to make them worried.

I pulled out my cell phone then remembered I didn't have her father's number and he was at work.

Before I could think of anything else, I felt Dr. Brooke's hand on my shoulder. I turned around and looked at him questioningly.

"She's fine now. Apparently, there wasn't enough oxygen for her brain, and being hypotensive, she fainted. How did that happen?" he asked. What did he think?

"She was crying, well, sobbing actually," I explained and he nodded.

"I'm going to call William." He left and I sighed, going inside, scanning with my eyes until I found her, sitting up and taking off some kind of a mask. She let out a small smile when she saw me.

"Sorry," she whisper-apologized. I smiled back at her.

"Better?" I asked. She nodded." Were you even supposed to take that off?" I asked. She rolled her eyes.

"It's okay," she reassured me.

"Your father is going to be here in-" Dr. Brooke cut me off.

"Ten minutes tops." She gulped and grimaced.

"My funeral," she concluded. I laughed along with Dr. Brooke.

"He's more worried than anything now." Yeah, I bet that what you are when your friend calls saying that your daughter is in the ER with one of her guy friends, who actually got her there, while you think she's safe at home.

About 15 minutes later I heard someone call her name. But it wasn't her dad.

It was her boyfriend.

Embry Call

I didn't want to leave the Anderson residence. But she was asleep, how would I stay longer? Especially with her father around.

I knew about the compromise he had with Mary and I didn't mind it one bit; I would be able to see her. He told me to take care of her, to promise to never hurt her, physically or emotionally, to never use her, to never force her into anything. I wanted to laugh at him; I would never do any of that. But I couldn't blame him; I would have done exactly the same if she was my daughter. Thank God she isn't.

The way home was just as long as ever. About half an hour, I guess. I didn't have patrol tonight so I didn't need to worry about the hour that much. I parked in front of our little house (Mom and I) and noticed that the light was still lit, and it was 11pm. What was Mom doing this late?

I walked in and called for her and she came out of the kitchen, her glare suggesting that she would kill me if I wasn't just about one-thousand times stronger and taller than her.

"It's 11pm," she said. Yeah, and? So what?

"Yeah?" I was heading to my room when she stood in front of me, blocking my way.

"Don't you think I don't know what's going on!" She yelled. I sighed then I froze. She knew about the wolf thing?

"What's going on?" I asked cautiously.

"You're barely ever home and most of the time, you're not in your room at night," she accused, frowning. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Again, yeah?" I said. She set her lips into a hard line.

"What do you do every night outside the house?" she asked then sighed," Tell me if you're, I don't know, having problems or anything." I snorted; yeah, right.

No, Mom. I'm completely fine. I just go out every night and either turn into a giant wolf and patrol around La Push, or just go check on, I don't know, my soul mate?

"No; no problems," I replied simply. She frowned.

"Then what do you do?" she pushed.

"Nothing, mom. Nothing at all," I lied, looking at the ceiling. I felt like a little kid again, getting all guilty for lying. She knew me just a little bit better than to believe me. But I didn't expect what she was going to say. I mean, we had been having a similar conversation every year or something ever since I phased the first time.

"Your father wouldn't have been proud if he was here." Oh, no, we're not playing this game.

"I don't even know who my father is," I snapped and her eyes widened. I could hear her heart beat unevenly.

"W-What do you mean?" she asked. I balled my hands into tight fists, fighting the urge to phase right there and then.

"We both know that my father isn't from Mekkah reservation. He's not the man you told me he is," I finally confronted her after about 7 years of knowing.

Unlike what I expected, she didn't deny it.

"How did you know?" she asked, whispering. I began shaking.

"I just do," I replied.

"How did you know, Embry?" she pushed. I was shaking even harder. I decided to tell her everything then. The elders wouldn't be very happy about it but I couldn't care less.

"Because seven years ago I turned into a freaking werewolf! That's how!" I snapped and her eyes widened even more.

"A what? Embry, what are you saying?" she asked, confused. I sighed, my anger isn't an inch less.

"Didn't you hear the legends? The ones about the werewolves and the cold ones? Well, they're all true and I can morph into a giant horse-sized wolf because I'm a 'direct descendant'. My father is definitely not from another reservation." I hoped she would understand; I wasn't really in the mood to explain the legends to her.

She gulped and just stared into nothing at all for a moment and I was getting impatient; I wanted to get the Hell out of there; the tension was too much for me to bear. But since it was the moment of truth, I wanted to know the answer to the question that the whole Pack was wondering about for seven very long years.

"Mom," I started, trying my best not to yell. She looked at me with teary eyes which made me regret opening the subject in the first place, but I had crossed half the way already," Who is my father?" I asked, closing my eyes and waiting for her response.

"Embry," she breathed, her voice breaking.

"I would know sooner or later, just please tell me," I begged, my hand hurting from the strength of my fist.

All she said was one word that made me relax a little, frankly speaking, but, at the same time, it hurt to know the truth, though I had known I would have to face it one day.

"Uley." Oh, thank God.

"Thanks, Mom," I mumbled as I went out of the door again, not even caring to get my cell phone with me.

I ran into the woods, letting out all the stress and anger I had been holding for the past couple of minutes as I took off my clothes and morphed into my other self- the gray wolf.

I didn't know that finally knowing the truth would hurt that much. Only then I realized that living in the dark for 24 years was better, that it was painful to finally know who my father really was. I couldn't deny anything now. I couldn't blame it on anything.

I kept running through the trees until I began hearing voices in my head. Damn! I forgot about that!

What's wrong? –Jacob asked- yesterday Seth and now you. What happened?

For how many years would you hold that on me, Jake? I said I was sorry and everything's…better now- Seth thought.

I replayed what happened in my head and I could sense their scrambled thoughts. It gave me a 'wolfy headache' as we called it.

You told her.- Quil wasn't asking.

Yeah.

It's better that way, right?-Seth thought. I mentally snorted.

I just need some time alone, please. I don't know how much time; I just need to run; it's easier to deal with the pain like that, you know?

I do know that part, but what about Mary? You can't just disappear- Jake thought.

Yeah, Mary. I haven't considered that, have I? I can't go anywhere that far from her; she's like gravity to me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. We all know that. What will you do?-Quil thought.

My cell is at home, send her a text message saying that I would call later and that I can't go tomorrow. Don't specify time 'cause I don't know. Maybe I'd just run around PA or something. I can't be any farther than that.

Will do. Take care- Quil thought.

Who should tell Sam?- Seth asked.

Anyone. I don't care right now.

That was when I ran even faster towards Port Angeles, where my Mary would be. It was much easier to deal with human feelings when you're a wolf; everything is much simpler. Only now I knew what Jake felt during that time before Bella's wedding.

I didn't care if I'd stay in this form for hours, days, or even years. I'd still keep an eye on Mary, right? But I knew she wouldn't be seeing me, and I couldn't put her through that. I had to go back.

Soon, I know.

Very soon. Maybe an hour or two?

Those 'hour or two' passed pretty quickly and I decided to go silently check on her. I was behind the house in no time, thanks to my super speed. The light in her room was lit. Weird; it must be at least 1am. Maybe she just woke up or something. But, then, I heard her voice.

"Embry?" she whispered and I literally froze. How did she know I was there?

I got closer to the house to be able to hear well.

I heard her soft voice again, strangled though. What's wrong?

"Home," she mumbled. Then I realized she must be either speaking on the phone or talking in her sleep. Relief rushed through me and I howled, stepping back into the trees.

I didn't know I would miss someone's voice that much. I mean, technically, it hadn't been a long time since I saw her but it seemed like forever. I didn't want to waste one more minute.

However.

I needed to get home. I knew Mom would be asleep by now; she didn't wait for me for seven years and she wasn't going to start tonight. Especially tonight.

I hoped Sam would take the news well. After all, that was what we hoped for, right?

Good thing he didn't turn out to be Billy or something. That would've been a problem.

It took me another half an hour to get to the Rez; I was taking my time, excluding any chances that Mom would be awake. The lights weren't lit so I knew that she wasn't. Thank God.

I phased back and untied my clothes from my wrist just to slid them back on me before I entered the house. As I got in and lit the living room, I noticed my cell phone flashing, announcing that I either had missed calls or messages. It wasn't that smart to put different 'flashes' to each kind of alerts or something.

I picked it up and checked it. I had about 5 missed calls from Mary. Weird. Why would she call that late? She'd probably text me or anything. And what was so urgent that she called me five times?

Before I had the chance to call her back or even text her, my phone went off. But it wasn't Mary this time; just a number I didn't recognize. I answered anyways.

"Hello?"

"You took her to the party, didn't you?" Huh?

"Who is it?" I asked, already guessing," Oh, hello, Mr. Anderson."

Then it sank in. Took who? Where? The party? What?

"Just answer me," he was getting impatient," I told you to take care of her." Okay, I don't get anything now.

"What happened?" I asked. He paused for a second.

"Don't you know?" he asked, apparently surprised." Dr. Brooke just called saying that Mary was in the hospital. I don't know what happened yet but I thought you were with her." I froze. What? She was in her room not 40 minutes ago. What could've happened to her? Was she okay? Why did he assume- he cut my thoughts off."You'd better not have anything to do with this." That's when I heard the familiar beep. He hung up on me.

I quickly grabbed my keys and my phone and sprinted outside, not caring to lock the door behind me; what could happen here? I didn't care if anything could though.

Did she have some sort of an accident? Did she fall or something? Hurt herself- No, she wouldn't do that, would she?

Did she faint?

God.

What happened?

I was on autopilot as I drove to the hospital, way over the speed limit. I was extremely worried about her. I didn't care if I get a ticket or crash into a car; I would probably walk out of it unharmed, or in worst cases, take about half an hour to heal. The result would be one though- I would go to Mary.

I didn't think it took me more than fifteen minutes on the high way to get there. I left my motorcycle in front of the door, not really caring if it was legal or not, and hurried through the automatic door, bursting into someone who looked like a doctor.

"Sorry. Where's the ER?" I asked. Mary would be there, right? I mean, where else? I hoped she wasn't somewhere else; the ER was more than enough.

She looked at me, her eyes screaming 'idiot'. I didn't care.

"This way," she said, pointing at a door with a huge 'ER' written on it. I felt stupid, honestly, but, again, I didn't care.

I ran towards the door, which, by slamming into it, I knew it wasn't automatic like the first one. I began looking for her until I saw a glimpse of the mahogany hair of the person I adore.

Mary.

I called her name loudly as I hurried towards her, noticing her friend, Matt, standing beside her. I wondered for a second if he had anything to do with this but decided to save that for later. I slowed my pace as I came closer and heard the one sound I didn't want to hear. The only thing I hated the most at the moment.

I heard her cry.

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