Title: Control

Author: DeathByPopularDemand

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. If I did, Edward Cullen would be in my closet for my own amusement.

Bella POV

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The phone rang loudly, snapping me out of my reverie.

"Hello?"

"Bella! It's me, Jacob."

"Oh, hey, Jake. What's up?"

"Not much, I was just wondering if you wanted to come up to the reservation and hear some old stories with the pack."

"Uhm, sure... Jake? Could you maybe pick me up?"

"Why? I thought you got the windshield on the truck fixed already."

"I did, it's just... I can't remember where the reservation is."

"Oh, right. Yeah, sorry about that. I'll be there at 7, alright?"

"Okay. Thanks, Jacob!"

I heard him bark a laugh before he hung up. I sighed and put the phone back in it's cradle. It's been three months since the car accident. I could barely remember anything from living in Forks now because of it. Only vague wisps of memories. Although I did remember that Jacob is a werewolf, along with the rest of the boys down at La Push. I remember beautiful gold eyes, a soft lullaby, agony at something leaving... And then my mind drew up a blank. I tried to remember, my brain pushing against the empty space in my mind, but still coming up short.

"Damn it..." I got up from the couch and rubbed my temples, a headache beginning to form. I went upstairs to take a shower and get ready. By the time seven came around, I was already sitting on the porch waiting. Jacob drove up in his Rabbit, already grinning.

"Hop in!"

"That's if I remember how to hop." I said, smiling already.

He made a quick U turn and we headed up to La Push. The sky was already dark, the sun hidden behind a veil of clouds. Talking to Jacob was easy, he was always so warm and caring. When we finally got to the reservation I could see the pack and other people sitting around a campfire. When we got there Paul was the first to speak up.

"Keep the bloodsucker stench downwind!" He said, bursting into a roar of laughter. The others joined in, but I stood, confused.

"What do you mean?" I asked. Jacob shot a stern look to Paul, and everyone quieted.

"Nothing. It's just a pack joke." His tone left no room for discussion, and I sat down next to him. The Quileute stories were fascinating. Especially since I knew they were true. I got home around 1am, but I knew Charlie didn't mind. For some odd reason, he was always happy to see me hanging out with Jacob. The lights were off, which meant he was probably already asleep.

"Thanks for bringing me tonight, Jacob. I had a lot of fun!" I spoke with feeling, meaning every word.

"No problem, Bella. Although, I do have a question for you."

"Yeah?"

"Does the name Carlisle mean anything to you?" He asked, his eyes boring into mine.

"It sounds vaguely familiar... Why?"

"No real reason." He looked out the window briefly, thinking. Then he turned back to me, a smile already on his face.

"Okay. Well, goodnight Jacob." I opened the door to leave.

"Bella--" He said my name, and when I turned to look at him, he looked conflicted, undecided.

"What's wrong?"

"Bella..." He didn't finish, just took my face in his hands and stared into my eyes. He still looked unsure of something. Then, hesitantly, he bent to brush his lips against mine softly. He left my face go, his eyes smoldering. "Goodnight." His voice was huskier than usual, which made my thoughts all the more muddled as I stepped out of the car. I tripped on my way to the door, but made it inside unscathed. I went upstairs to my room and lay on my bed, trying to sort out my thoughts. I went to bed confused.

I knew I had to be dreaming. I was in a beautiful meadow, the sun shining overhead a butter yellow, a contrast to the gloomy skies of Forks. I heard a smooth, velvet voice humming a lullaby I knew was for me. I tried to find where it was coming from, but I didn't want to leave this place. I woke up regretfully, not wanting the dream to end. The lullaby has stirred some old memories. I remembered a car this time, a silver Volvo, too nice for Forks. I remember the inside of this car, the town whizzing by at speeds my truck could never reach. It disturbed me more than it should when I couldn't remember who was the owner.

Oh, well. I guess I should call Jacob now.