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For Your Information***: Italics will mostly be Draco's thoughts. Bold will likewise be Jacob's! Ok? ^^

Chapter 2

Sam paced calmly in front of the three wolves that had come to his house. He listened to Jacob intently; even if he had seen the story in their minds, it helped to hear it out loud as well.

"How can I imprint on another guy?" Jacob questioned at the end of his tale. It didn't bother him anymore, but it still confused him. They imprinted to find their soul mates so they could carry on the line... How could he carry on the line with another guy? It made no sense.

"I don't know what to tell you Jacob," Sam replied. "But I will tell you that since he is your mate, and since we are your pack, he will have the pack's protection; we will treat him like any other member, like we do with the others that have been imprinted on."

Jacob nodded, but this was just too weird.

Sam ruffled his hair and smiled reassuringly; then he looked around. "Why didn't Paul come with you? He goes to your school does he not?"

Jacob's eyes widened and he shared worried glances with Embry and Quil. They'd forgotten about Paul! The three wolves ran quickly from the house as Emily stepped into the living room with a tray of drinks.

"Where did they go?" she asked Sam.

"They went back to school," he replied. "They are worried that Paul will mess with Jacob's mate."

Emily laughed and carried the drinks back to the kitchen with a shake of her head.

TLA

Draco was glaring at the clock on the wall. How long was fucking lunch? How much time could he possibly need to eat?

He was still trying to smile and look sweet when a large shadow fell over him. He tilted his head back and found himself staring up at another large Native American boy.

He couldn't hold his tongue before he said, "What do they feed you here?"

The rather mean looking boy glared at him and then walked to the other side of the table and sat down before him. "Are you calling me fat?" he questioned in an annoyed voice.

Be nice Draco... Be nice. "Sorry," he forced out, "I didn't mean to sound rude." Oh yes I did! "It's just that some other people bothered me earlier and they were gigantic like you. I simply wondered what you were fed here on this reservation." So much for being nice...

The boy growled. "What are you doing here?" he questioned.

Okay. That was it. His father would have to forgive him because he would not be talked to like that. "Since we're in the lunchroom, I bet you I came here to eat. What do you say? Care to take that bet?"

The angry boy growled again. "I meant what are you doing here, on this reservation?" he ground out. "And don't think that I'll take your tone just because you're in a wheelchair."

"And you don't think that I'll take your tone just because I'm in a wheelchair. I'm here because it's none of your damn business. Go away."

"Listen albino," the teen growled. "I asked you a question and I want a fucking answer. You're trouble; I can smell it."

Draco let loose his own growl. Albino? "Well, I certainly hope that my trouble doesn't smell as bad as you," he said angrily. "And I'll say it once again so your tiny brain will comprehend: why I'm here is none of your damn business!" He was so close to just standing from his chair and cursing the big lug into the back wall...

The big lug seemed to have a very bad case of the shakes; he was shaking from head to foot.

Just as it seemed that the big lug would say something else, a new voice that Draco hadn't heard before made itself known. "That's enough Paul," it said. For some reason, it gave Draco chills.

He turned his pale blonde head around and was once again looking up at a large Indian boy; but he recognized this one... It was that one guy that had run away ealier.

The large teen placed a large and hot hand on Draco's shoulder; it felt like he'd been shot with a small current of electricity. "Don't let this big bear bother you; he's really cuddly once you get to know him."

Draco was held in place by the hand and couldn't make himself move away, but he managed to reply. "I don't think I'd want to cuddle with the big bafoon anyway." Look away, dammit! Stop staring Draco! What the hell has gotten into you?

Jacob felt his head nodding; yeah, Draco better not want to cuddle with Paul... He shook his head: slow down... "My name is Jacob Black; welcome." He offered a smile and thought of removing his hand, but he liked it where it was.

Draco sized the larger boy up... What was it about him? There was something... different... Well, whatever it was he should just let it go. He sighed. "Draco Malfoy," he said. "Tell your friend," he glared at Paul, "To treat sick people better." Time to play the sick kid again.

Jacob glared at Paul. "Why don't you head to class with Embry and Quil?" he suggested.

Paul was still shaking, and after a short glaring contest between him and Jacob, he stood angrily and stomped from the room. With looks to Jacob, Embry and Quil followed him.

Jacob smiled and sat down in front of Draco. "Once again, ignore the over-sized bear. He has anger issues."

"Yes well, he should have those shakes checked out. I think he was seizing; I'm surprised the brute didn't start foaming at the mouth..." Draco could just hear his father's voice in his head: 'Be polite Draco! Stop being an angry schoolboy'.

Jacob laughed. His ears were ringing, but it was from the musical voice that came from the blonde's mouth. It wasn't deep and it wasn't high; it was a lovely, strong alto. Draco certainly didn't sound like he was sick. "Where are you from?" he questioned, catching a glimpse of the clock. He only had a few more minutes before class would start again.

Draco sighed again. Since he felt that 'Jacob' wouldn't leave, and since it wasn't 'Paul', he decided to answer the question asked of him, and he would do it like his father would want him to. "I'm from England," he replied politely, trying his best to keep his annoyance down. It was surprisingly easy. "My father and I just moved here for medical reasons. And before you ask why I'm at this school, I'll tell you: it's the closest one to my house and if something were to happen to me, my father would want to be here quickly." Wow, that was probably the most he's said to anyone since he'd been there.

Jacob's dark brown eyes seemed to sadden a bit, which Draco found to be odd. What reason did he have to be sad? His dark eyes traveled to the wheelchair. "I wish you had a better reason for being here," the large teen replied.

Something stirred in Draco's chest; why was Jacob looking at him so sincerely? Odd... He shrugged. "Well, I'm here now so I won't complain. I'll walk again soon," he continued. He smiled brightly. "I know I will." He wanted to laugh, because he actually would walk again soon, but he decided that that would be a little to obvious so he held it in. He was incredibly proud of his acting skills.

Jacob's heartbeat stuttered when he saw that large and beaming smile. He had never seen anything like it; nothing so beautiful... "It's always good to be optimistic," he said, smiling as well. He wanted to say more, but the bell rang. Damn... He stood. "Would you like some help to your next class?" he questioned.

"No thank you," Draco replied, rolling his chair backwards expertly. He was suddenly very glad that his father had magicked the chair; he actually had to put very little effort into moving it. "I like doing things myself," he said. He forced out a smile. "I appreciate the offer though. Goodbye."

Jacob watched as the new kid rolled away. He wanted to follow after him of course and help, or to make sure Paul didn't mess with him, or just to be near him, but... Even if Draco was an odd case, they still needed time to become friends at least before Jacob let his possessiveness take over.

How was he going to tell Draco about himself and their relationship? He could wait, because eventually Draco would come to him; imprints were never one-sided. But, he didn't want to wait. He wanted Draco to accept him now... He didn't even know anything about him besides his name and where he was originally from. Well, he did know he was sick...

His heart ached. He had finally found his imprint, but they were another guy, and they were in a wheelchair. He didn't care about any of that, but destiny certainly liked screwing with him. He couldn't have anything easy could he? His life just had to be complicated.

He walked out of the lunchroom and sniffed the air outside, trying to pinpoint his friends' location. He may have told them to go class, but they all knew it wouldn't have been safe with Paul shaking the way he had been.

At the thought of Paul, Jacob felt his own body begin to twitch. A growl was building in his chest; the few people that were fortunate enough to walk past him quickly got out of his way. He found himself entering the woods again that day.

No one, no one, would mess with his mate. He was going to wrap his hands around Paul's throat and squeeze the air out... Or, if Paul had gone wolf, Jacob would phase and rip out his jugular. He wasn't sure which one he would enjoy more...

He saw Embry and Quil before he saw Paul. The two friends were watching an angry and shaking Paul pace, trying to control himself.

As Jacob walked towards them, he stripped. When they finally noticed his presence, he was already completely naked and walking past them. The tremors that were taking over his body only worsened as he got closer to Paul.

By the time Paul noticed him, they were both trembling really bad and it was too late to stop them. Almost simultaneously, they phased and attacked each other.

Embry and Quil could only give them a wide berth. There was no stopping them when they got to fighting. They could fight all day if they didn't get tired or hungry. They each chose a tree a safe distance away and leaned against it to watch.

Jacob pinned Paul down a couple times, who in turn pinned Jacob down a few times. If one got the other in a death grip, then within a few seconds the role would switch. They went back and forworth and back and forworth... Their thoughts were a jumbled mess in each other's heads.

Paul didn't know why Jacob decided to attack him. He could only see in Jacob's thoughts that it had something to do with the albino, but what exactly he didn't know. Jacob was torn between his anger and his control. He knew that Paul had no idea why he being attacked, and honestly (if Jacob would admit it to himself), he had no reason to attack Paul. Since the grey wolf had no idea that Draco was Jacob's mate and that he had imprinted, then he couldn't be punished for messing with him. If Paul knew about the imprint, then he would have not said a single harsh word to the blonde.

Paul finally caught news of the imprint. When the two wolves began to circle each other, he phased back into a human. "Dammit Jake!" he exclaimed, glaring at the big russet wolf, "How the hell was I supposed to know you'd imprinted on him? He's a fucking boy for one thing, and for another, you don't find it important to tell me what's going on with you and your two sidekicks over there." He shot a glare to Embry and Quil.

Jacob turned human again and ran a hand through his hair. "You're right," he said, "I know. I'm sorry for attacking you; this imprint is just really strong."

Paul smirked and punched him playfully (but still hard) on the arm. He had a couple of scratches across his chest and rather deep one on his cheek. "All I did was talk to him, I'd hate to see what you'd do to someone who actually hurt him." He laughed at the dark look that crossed Jacob's face.

"I would maim them," he growled. He then went into horrific detail of what he would actually do to anyone who hurt his mate.

Embry and Quil tossed the two their clothes (Paul's messed up from his change). They let the two bigger wolves talk alone. When they weren't fighting, Jacob and Paul could be quite good friends. Paul had a short temper, so he could easily understand Jacob's anger on the rare occasions that he got angry. And it seemed that they were both enjoying using their anger to mutilate some poor imaginary people that would dare hurt Draco Malfoy.

TLA

Draco couldn't get home soon enough. He almost blew his cover when he saw his father pull up at school in the muggle car, but he remained in his chair with some effort and allowed his father to help him. There was only a handful of students around to see them; they stared at the blondes until they could no longer be seen.

"I don't like this, Father," Draco said as they drove home. "I hate this fucking wheelchair and-"

"Draco Malfoy, you better watch your tongue..." Lucius let his sentence trail off in warning.

"I'm sorry, Father," Draco replied, "But I really do not like doing this. People stared at me all day; I'm not one of them. There are small giants in that school," he said, "And one of them tried to pick a fight with me today. He called me 'albino', Father. Albino... And I had to sit in my chair and take it!"

His father looked at him pointedly. "You just sat there and did not say a single word, am I correct? You're telling me you just sat there? I do not believe you."

Draco sighed. "I did just sit there," he replied, "But I didn't let it go. Yes, I did say something to him. I thought he was going to make me kick his arse, but one of his friends stopped him." For some reason, his cheeks warmed at the thought of the large, dominant boy. Was he really getting sick?

"Well thank goodness for his friend," Lucius replied as he pulled the car into the driveway. "This is probably the best placed that we could hide short of with Dumbledore, and I would hate to live with him if you blew our cover. You won't be stuck in the wheelchair forever," he added, getting out of the car.

Draco got out of the car too and shrunk his chair to fit in his pocket. "How much longer, exactly Father?"

As they entered the house, Lucius turned towards his son. "It is actually up to Severues, Son. He's been brewing a potion for you that will give you the affects of your supposed condition. Whenever it wears off, you can walk again. "Do not look at me like that, Draco Malfoy."

The youger blonde tried to turn his angry silver eyes away from his father but he just couldn't. Was it not bad enough that he had to pretend to be sickly? Now he had to actually be sickly? He took a moment to think of something he could say that may be able to convey what little anger his eyes weren't able to.

Lucius waved his hand in the air; a silent yet firm way to let Draco know that he would not hear another word about it. He smiled then, "How was your first day of Muggle school?"

Draco rolled his eyes and walked past his father and into the kitchen. He hadn't eaten lunch because there was no appeal at all with the food that the school had tried to feed him. He would definitely need to take his lunch.

The Head Malfoy followed his son and watched as he fixed himself something to eat. "I want to hear all about it."

TLA

Jacob was sprawled out on the beach, just staring up into the night sky... It was beautiful...

His pack was out running; he had chosen to stay behind. He just wanted to be alone and think about things.

He'd found his imprint. His imprint was another guy. His imprint was in a wheelchair. He almost killed Paul. It had been a busy day...

He was actually fighting off the urge to go to his school, sniff out Draco's scent, and then follow it home. As a wolf, the blonde wouldn't know who he was; he could find Draco's house and make sure he was ok.

He had pushed that thought away as soon as it had come. He was not going to turn into some crazy stalker. And besides, one day the blonde would know who he was as a wolf. He didn't want Draco freaking out... But he had a feeling that he wouldn't. He seemed very strong and laid-back, despite the illness.

Speaking of illness... What was he sick with? Could some ancient Quilette medicine possibly help him? He wouldn't die...

Would he...?

No. No, that was stupid. Fate may like screwing with him, but she certainly wouldn't kill off his imprint after only just meeting would she? No; she couldn't. She wouldn't.

Jake sighed and closed his eyes.

"You know..." a lovely voice seemed to sing in his ears, "That's my star... Just there..."

The large boy opened his eyes; standing above him was a smiling Draco Malfoy... His drak eyes widened. "Draco...?"

The blonde smiled, his silver eyes crinkling ever so cutely. "It's me," he said. He pointed with a delicate hand. "I'm up there too. The constellation: Draco. It means dragon."

Jacob was still too stunned to say anything as he sat up. He felt some sand fall off his naked back. He followed Draco's point and found what must have been the dragon star because it was certainly the most beautiful star he'd ever seen... Snap out of it, Jake! Ask him what he's doing here! Don't just smile dumbly!

He nodded to himself. "What are you doing here, Draco? It's cold out here; you shouldn't be outside in your condition."

The blonde laughed. "I have no condition!" he exclaimed. He plopped down next to the bigger teen and threw his legs on top of Jacob's, who suddenly noticed that the blonde was only dressed in an incredibly large t-shirt, which, looked suspiciously like the black shirt Jake had discarded only moments before...

Damn! This must be a dream... Damn! He looks so real... So good...

Suddenly, something hit him. It was like being hit by a truck made of ice.

He jumped up, and he was no longer with a scantily clad Draco, but with a laughing group of other half-naked guys. One of them had an empty bucket in his hands.

"I'm going to kill you!" he exclaimed as he jumped at his friends.

Then... began a rather large "dog" fight...

Draco sat up in his bed and looked around. A heavy sigh of relief left him when he realized he was no longer on some beach with that large boy anymore... What a strange dream... And where had all his clothes been? And why was he so smiley?

He fell back against his pillows. This stupid place was getting to him. Muggle life sucked.

SasunaruTLA: Well, it's not as long or eventful as I had planned... But I really wanted to update! I didn't want you guys to think I'd forgotten this or something! ^^

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