MS: Hey y'all! Here's the fabulous chapter 21. Got some news to report on today. First of all this chapter's a little shorter than the rest; but it hits the spot I think. Secondly, has anyone read the roleplaying notice on my profile? If you haven't or if you're interested, PM me :) Third; I've gotten over my case of writer's block! :D At least, sort of. Haha. Chapter 24 is almost written and ready to go for my betas to pick at (love you ResnesmeeCarlieBlackxo and cjfed95 :) ), and soon after that will be the grand end of BTS. But lucky for you I've got another fic in the works ;) You guys voted for it; Leah having hot sex with all the members of the pack :p Hahaha. Message me if you want more upcoming details. For now, enjoy! Don't cry too much.

Everything was a mass of sound; and at the same time, a swirling, numbing haze that locked everyone in like the cage of rocks that had buried their sister.

Everybody was screaming... Names and threats, tears were pouring now like never before and once again the feeling of 'it's over it's over she's dead it's over' settled in; this time to stay. Sam would later say that he'd felt the world zoomed in the first time he looked into Emily's deep brown eyes, and nothing else mattered. But when he saw Leah fall and disappear the world went with her; everything fell through the cracks and Sam knew he could never pull it back again.. Never repair it. The hole that was left bleeding in his chest.

It was like everything was white; a scene on a movie too bright or a person walking out of a dark theatre into the sun. No one could look anywhere but up into the falling snow or down to their bleeding feet.

Not there.

Sam could hear; he knew he wasn't dead (he'd toyed with that notion, because he'd never felt less alive than he had now), and for some retarded reason his heart refused to let go of the feeling that she wasn't either; if it was still beating, her's had to be too.

The pack was screaming their throats hoarse; injured, bleeding men dragging broken bones and slashed skin to the pile of rocks that held what had saved them so far. They called out her name endlessly; even louder than their enemies screamed for Karl or the storm yelled as it fell to earth. The pack screamed; cried; ..Prayed.

'Leah! Oh god, no, Leah!'
'Please get up Leah! You can't be dead!'
'Leah!'
'Help her!'
'Please Lee... I love you so much.'

The boys continued to drag themselves and the ground caused their wounds to protest in agony but to care seemed like an impossibility; one task at hand and nothing else mattered. If by some divine miracle Leah was alive nothing would ever matter again.

Brandon and Janice were the first two at the rocks; digging and scouring at the hard stone to try and find some trace of their leader's black broken body. A breath; a hair; a speck of blood. They splashed about in the creek, rolling the grand boulders and making a racket as the wolves on the sidelines howled their sadness and the rocks clashed against one another.

Rain just kept beating down from above, replacing the white of the snowflakes.

Then finally, from out of nowhere there was a welcome crash.

A noise so earth-shattering it seemed to break the perspective bubble the grieving hearts were in and snapped every head in the clearing in the direction of the cave.

"..Jesus christ...." Quil stared with scared wide eyes as he and the Cullens finally emerged from their ignorance.

"HELP HER!" Sam all but roared and Edward was the first to hit the creek.

'Think carefully, Edward; pinpoint her thoughts.'

A moment later and he had them. Until Brandon growled and he lost them again! Edward turned in a deadly crouch, hands curved into sycles and teeth bared. When the last wolf able to phase did so and he along with six other vampires flanked the mind-reader's sides, Brandon stumbled back a step.

"Janice!" He called out, nearly falling as he scrambled out of the ankle-deep water and back onto the land, "We gotta get outta here! Fuck Karl! We can't beat all of them!" Brandon grabbed Janice's arm and she screeched.

"We can't leave him!" She pulled against the man to try and make her way back to the rocks but Brandon kept pulling and she was, after all, only human.

The other wolves in the Cree pack followed suit.

Once again, fire scoured the inside of Rosalie's cold metallic body and she wanted nothing more then to follow those cock-happy pricks and get the revenge for their possibly lost sister that she deserved. But, she needed to help. Leah's life came above everything else.

"FIND MY SISTER!.." The sorrowful scream from Seth's sore throat ruined the last bit of conscious thought Esme had, and she too began to roll and lift the mighty boulders looking for a sign of their comrade.

After all this.. Leah couldn't be gone. Not now.

"Please... Just help her..... Keep her alive..." Sam's mournful whisper seemed audible to Edward and Carlisle alone as the father and son duo dug maniacally at the rocks once more, creek water brown and muddy from the dirt and debris that had fallen from above.

One more rock.

Nothing.

Quil swiped and clawed at the murky sand and the creek bed.

Nothing.

It was the longest three minutes of Sam's life; watching the Cullens and Quil carefully remove all the foilage and the dirt and the rocks, trying to find his mangled, broken lover amongst the wreckage of the cliffs. Knowing that if they moved too quickly; shifted one the wrong way it would be the end of Leah indefinately; if it wasn't too late already...

Salvation came during the fourth minute. (Huh; it was then that Sam noticed, for some reason, the iPod had stopped playing. The storm... Hah; it barely seemed worth noticing at all even though the white specks continued to flutter to the ground. The sky just couldn't seem to make up it's mind; depressing drizzle or spearing snowfall.)

Sam's heart shattered into a million pieces when Edward moved the final boulder; saw her there, lying in the murky water. Her nose and snout were barely above the shallow pond, the water around her obtaining a grisly red tint like a shark had undergone a feeding frenzy.

Edward and Carlisle didn't even flinch as they knelt down beside her.

Her heart was still beating. Fuck, her eyes opened and Sam's world began to piece itself back together again.

"Leah...." Her stormy greys were half-lidded and hazy; like someone who'd been given too much novocaine at the hospital. ..Or someone who was fading fast.

Her silver fur, normally so soft and beautiful was crimson in color and matted, soaked and ripped. A broken excuse for something majestic and it burned Sam to the bone; crushed Seth like the boulders nearly had his sister and just damaged the souls of everyone else around them.

(If there was another sight more damaging, no one could've named it.)

Leah stared up at them through ocean blue eyes, and swear to god Sam thought she tried to smile; a weak attempt at an 'I'm okay' as she lifted her suddenly too-heavy head out of the creek water only to have it drop back down again.

Quil released a terrible whine into the windy air, dashing into the water beside his vampire comrades and pressing his nose to the side of Leah's head, shoving her, nudging her anything to make her get up.

She tried; the sound of snapping bones that only Edward and Carlisle could hear tore their hearts apart and she fell down again on her shaking, hurt legs.

"Carlisle.. She's not going to make it if we don't get her home, now. The storm is something we have to face we can't avoid it any longer." Edward spoke in a growl and he knelt quickly down like some blurred mirage and began to lift the injured wolf's body into his arms. "Leah... You need to phase back..."

"Be careful Edward, the wrong bones take much more of a shattering and it could kill her." Carlisle had his diamond teeth in padlocks as he knelt too, sliding a hand over Leah's red stomach and rib cage, wincing at the broken whimper that escaped her.

"Help her... Please..." Rosalie turned her head and looked at Sam and could've cried. It was like watching her own brother all over again... At that point in time when the outlook was not so great; Renesmee still in Bella's stomach and tearing her mother apart unknowingly. Sam was her brother once; the burning man.

The only one who looked worse was Leah's brother and Rosalie couldn't bear to look at him.

"Don't let her die... Please Carlisle..." The young boy spit out, amidst a mass of tears and sobbing that until now was unheard to the patrons in the field.

Carlisle's will clenched; Leah had one shot.

A shot they must take.

"Edward is right I'm afraid Leah... You must phase back. I know it'll be difficult but it's your only chance."

Leah's eyes squeezed shut amongst the silver fur, and as she let her anger and despair course through her to allow her to phase Jasper let out a hideous hiss of pain and turned away; the whole pack, the whole coven felt it; this amazing withdrawal of the pain she'd been holding back, both emotional and physical and now it poured out like a floodgate gone awry. Like the rain poured from the sky.

The pain and the hurt practically knocked Sam off kilter; tipped the leader's balance moreso despite his shattered leg and torn up chest and he nearly fell to the side. But gritting those teeth Sam knew he needed to get to her now. (He refused to think that part of the reason was because this may be the last time he saw her.)

'One hand forward; pull. Lift your good leg; push.'

The broken bone screamed ferocity as it was dragged across the forest floor but Sam didn't care once again; his heart thrummed one rhythm and one need only; leahleahleah.

Sam could feel his pack burning alongside him, trying their best to follow his lead like always because they always thought he knew what was best; did he really..?

The man was about three feet away from her when the wolf's howl of agony turned female human again and now the naked teenager lay ravaged amongst the rocks.

"Leah..!" Her name left his lips like a prayer to the lord as he made one final push and fought through his own pain, rising up on two legs without a shred of dignity and not a care in the world accept for her; she who was being lifted into Edward's stone cold arms. Leah's eyes were shut again and he didn't like that.

"LeeLee..." He murmured, a one-legged stride towards her until he caught the good doctor's shoulder and used the blonde as support. He stared down at her and never had Sam felt such pain. His tanned hand automatically made the short journey to her scratched up cheek (couldn't flinch away from her coldness even though he wanted to) and finally let his own wave of tears flow freely.

"Sam... We don't have time."

Alice's words were proven correct in the blood dripping down Edward's forearm to pool on the wet grass below.

Sam's heart did that flipflop thing; the one where it soars into your throat and then suddenly feels like it's gonna fall out your ass the next and it's one of the worst feelings in the world.

"Leah... You can't leave me. ..Please;.... I love you, so much.... Please."

What else could the man do, but beg..? But Leah didn't respond; more of that labored, ragged, bleeding breathing that filled Sam with death's cold shiver.

Rosalie's cold hand touched his shoulder again. Then she, Jasper, Esme, Alice and Emmett launched themselves into the task of doing what they could for the rest of Sam's pack behind him. Quil phased back in a storm of flying fur and he was already crying; knew better than to approach Sam or the sister he'd hurt so much and helped the other vampires. Sam looked from Carlisle's face to Edward's.

For some reason he actually felt like the vampire thought he understood.

Sam knew he wasn't even close as the two suddenly sped off into the night; disappearing into the far-off mist and taking his hopes with them.

Sam knew she'd given up.