[A/N; Hello world! I'm back. Can't promise how long. Thank God you have all been so kind and patiant with me, and no threats of bodily-harm have come through so I take it you've all thought I've given up.

Nope.

Just had the worst case of writers block. EVER.

Every sentence was like a car crash. Was horrible. But yes, here is an update. Long story short, I've been effed up to a point of no return; legit was on Auto-pilot for a long ass time. I only just came back to check some reviews while thinking over some stuff when I saw the amount and was like "HOLYFLUNKENSHITBATMAN!" So. Here it is. I know I promised a lemony steamy fic with J/B but she broke her leg people! Gimme a break. (Puns Ahoy!) Enjoy!]

How To Live With Werewolves

Rule Number Thirteen;

Remember your place in the pack. Die for them? No. Live for them? Much better.

Last Time;

"Bella, please, baby, hold on," someone urges and I feel a pressure in my palm. It's hot, and melts away all doubt that I am still falling. The stomach-drop feeling has ceased, but only for a moment as another pain swells in my chest.

"She's going into shock. Jesus. Move."

Who? Emily's hurt? No.

Where was I again?

The clearing... smell of rain. Blood.

Pain again.

Then...

Ice. Fire.

My back is damp with sweat while my front is feeling the tell-tale prickle of goosebumps.

I shake my head smiling, and rise out of bed, pulling on a gown.

I'm walking down a hallway, and take a last look into the bedroom behind me, making sure the slumbering figure is still at peace. His snores are almost an invitation to climb back into bed; it's so damn tempting but it's a big day today and there are plans to be made.

A smile lingers on my lips as I enter the kitchen, the robes of my satin silk gown soft to the touch. The walls are lined with pictures and I smile at a grinning face looking back at me, of myself and Jacob, our children tucked into our sides. The home feels warm, painted in forest greens and earth browns, reminding me of another place I had once been to, but had never seen before. The kitchen counter held fond memories, where knives sliced into meat and vegetables, where milk, sugar and coffee had been spilled. I turned to the sink, found all dishes clean and made myself a cup of tea—four sugars; I was feeling adventurous today.

While the kettle boiled I brought out my favourite cup, the bold letters of Worlds Best Mother in sky blue on a white background. A mothers day present from Luca, my beautiful daughter and twin brother, Caleb. I checked both bedrooms before finally going outside to the deck, making sure the two children were still sleeping soundlessly also.

And then I relaxed onto the deck-chair, taking a sip of the sweetened tea.

Something ached in my chest—a swell of pure bliss which quickly changed to pain. I lurched forward, the edges of my world blurring before I sat back, wondering what it had been when the feeling passed.

It happened again, and I once more lurched. The edges seemed to shrivel from my naked eye and I gasped as the pain became sharp, insistent.

I fell, but opened my eyes to a different universe.

The familiar smell of anti-septic stung my nose. I blinked away the blurred edges as my home dispersed, in its place fluorescent lights and white walls. Through the open curtains sun seeped in, a streak of warmth heating a patch of my skin through the blanket. A wool blanket that itched and could be confirmed belonging to the hospital.

"Bella, honey?"

I blinked at the harsh light and heard the audible sigh of a familiar figure who stepped into my line of sight.

"Dad?"

I looked over to him, mind fogged with what I guess was morphine wearing off.

He grasped my hand and smiled at me, bags under his eyes.

"I'm right here, sweetie." he cooed gently and I realised he'd only used this tone when I was seriously injured. I tried to sit up but he quickly held me down firmly.

"Slow down there, kid." he urged.

"What... What happened?" I asked, eyes narrowing as I tried to remember.

"There was a fire down in the forest," Charlie squeezed my hand gently.

"You were lucky to escape—unfortunately, you fell and broke your leg while running; Jacob had to carry you here."

I blinked.

Just like with James, I believed this story fed to me, but knew different. The scar on my wrist was proof he had existed, and the cast on my leg was proof of my pure clumsy idiotic existence. But I knew once the cast was removed there would be a scar; not a bite, but maybe perfect indents of her fingers. I still felt as if a hand had been clenched around my calf, squeezing, breaking bones and tearing into sinew and flesh.

Wait.

"Jacob?" my voice cried.

"He's with Billy at home, I said I'd call when you were awake..." he said feebly and for the first time since I had awoken, and now with the morphine fading, I had noticed my fathers face.

Concern. Exhausted.

Fear.

Without thinking I leaned over, capturing him in an awkward hug, grasping him tightly.

Had he seen the note I had left behind?

He hugged me tightly and released a breath in a sort of sigh/whimper.

"You scared me, Bella... What were you even doing out there with Jacob so late?"

I tried to think of a lie, didn't come up with anything.

"I don't remember."

It was half true.

"Alright, take this slowly," the doctor advised and using the metal bars on either side of me, I pushed myself to a stand and took baby steps. Even though I'd had a broken leg before, this doctor made sure I was up and moving an hour after I woke up.

It had been three long days since I had seen Jacob. Or anyone from the pack. It was killing me and I never felt warm. Hollow and cold.

Charlie stayed until visiting hours were over, even then he lingered an extra five minutes, throwing me a grin before leaving.

That's when the nightmares came back.

"Bella!" the doctor cried and my grip slipped, causing me to fall back onto the walking matt with a cry of pain—I had landed on my leg, and though the thick cast prevented any real damage, it didn't mean the hurt was any less.

The doctor helped me up and a piercing beep sounded in the room. He cursed under his breath, told me to sit down while he ran through the doorway and I simply sat back on the mat, tears in my eyes.

Great. A breakdown. Just what I needed.

I put my head in my hands and just cried. I don't know how long I sat there, sobbing pathetically, but the name my lips curled around was unmistakable.

Jacob.

I wanted Jacob.

A resounding click echoed in the large room, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the scruff of jeans, and the tips of work-boots. Looking up, face probably red and tear-streaked, I met the face of Paul. Who knew how long he had been here?

He just stared at me, surprise on his face.

I was wearing comfortable-track pants, a loose white shirt but under his gaze I may as well have been wearing a paper-dress.

I sniffled and he walked the small space between us, and knelt by my side.

He seemed lost as to what to do here, but then his arms wrapped around my mid-section, pulling me onto his lap. The sudden warmth of his touch made me cry all over again and I sobbed into the black material of his shirt as he held me.

"It's okay," he croaked and I sobbed harder.

His hand came up to the back of my head, cradling me to him and though some part of me wished it was Jacob, another reasoned this was as close as I was going to get in this moment.

So I clawed into his shoulder and held on for dear life as my small frame shook with gut-wrenching cries.

"Are you okay?" he asked with a tenderness I had never heard in Paul's voice before.

I nodded and cleared my throat.

"I want to go home," I rasped.

"You only have to stay here for a little while longer," he told me, brushing a strand of hair out of my face.

"Why are you here?"

It wasn't like him to care.

I was grateful for his presence, believe me, but I wondered why or how he had gotten here. And who did he bring?

"I felt like someone was dying. Last I checked, it wasn't any member of the pack—and since Sam has Jacob doing his dirty-work, I came here. Looks like you needed one of us," he smiled comfortingly at me and I felt myself relax against him.

"Jacob?"

"Yeah. He's a mess, Bella. He keeps pacing and muttering your name and shakes a shit-load more then I did when I first phased. So Sam ordered him around, distracted him."

I nodded and tried to stand.

"Paul, can you help me walk?"

He helped me stand fully, but gave me a quizzical glance.

Answering his unspoken question I told him with confidence "When they see I can walk fine on my own, the sooner I get out of here."

We spent a full hour perfecting it. The doctor was just turning into the doorway as Paul quickly jumped out the window before he noticed the russet-skinned boy.

"You're doing well, Bella," the doctor said, sweat on his brow, as he wrote something on a very official looking paper.

Looked like I was going home.

I lasted two nights—Charlie was ordering take-out more often because I couldn't cook and had to rest—before I called Jacob. At first, he didn't pick up. Just when I was going to curse the phone and everything else wrong with the universe, he answered.

"Hello?"

I stared at the wall, gaping.

What was I supposed to say?

"Bella?"

I nodded. And then realised he couldn't see it.

"Yes."

"I'm on my way," was followed by the dial-tone. I snapped my mobile shut and pulled on a jacket, lumbering downstairs as silently as I could, using the railing for support.

Charlie's snores followed me all the way outside until I closed the front door with a quiet click and I hobbled to the bed of my truck, using my weak arms to hoist myself up and sat on the cold metal, shivering uncontrollably.

Until he was here, I was never going to be warm.

I'd just started to feel sleepy when a voice startled me.

"Bella, honey, what are you doing?"

I jumped at the sound of my name, turned to find him there, and fell off the bed of the truck while trying to run to him. He captured me in his arms before I hit the ground and buried his head in the crook of my neck, his hot palm on the small of my back; he was holding me to him.

I breathed in the scent of him eagerly, clinging to him, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulder as his naked chest touched mine partially through the v of my shirt and open jacket.

"Jacob," I sighed his name.

"Bella, baby..." he breathed back, shaking with it. I felt whole, in this moment, in his arms, and instinctively I turned my head, pressing my lips to his neck.

I needed more. More anything.

He shuddered at the contact and grasping either of my thighs, he hoisted me up—as it was, I was standing on my tippy-toes just to press my lips to his flesh even though my leg screamed in agony—and I took in this new height with a moan of appreciation.

He was everywhere.

The scent of him, the sound of him whispering my name, the feel of his lips on mine as we crashed together.

This was far better then being in my room, freezing.

"Bella, Bella, Bella," was a chant from his lips, like a desperate prayer. Parts of me that had long since been forgotten warmed at the feel of him against me, a part of his anatomy pressing to my stomach, just under my belly-button. I gasped, at the sheer size and feel of it, and pressed harder against him.

More, more. Oh God, please...

This was more intimate then anything I had ever been a part of in my life. We weren't just some teenagers running on hormones; we were trying to connect, to force ourselves together as one.

He leaned back, panting and the sound of my cast hitting a part of my truck may as well have been a gunshot.

We both stared at each other, coming back from our high.

"I actually came here to sleep with you," he said and when my breath hitched he added "Not like that..."

His hand began wandering again and I sighed, content, to just have him touch me. Everywhere. I could care less about where we were or the fact that Charlie was sleeping—

Charlie!

I blushed furiously, and he looked up, met my gaze and smiled, his hands on my waist.

"There you are..." he murmured, a finger coming up to trail over my heated cheeks.

I smiled, leaning my face into his palm.

"Here I am."

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