AN: After trying for almost two months to get my EmbryOC story out, I've decided to change POV's. I wanted to have it formatted like Save Her, but I'm having a hard time starting out with Embry, so I'm starting out with Celia. I'll try to get it out over the weekend if possible. Enjoy this update and yes, I should update same time next week. Thank you all for the amazing reviews, you are all so great!

Chapter Nineteen

Master Plan

I never really had a problem with my stupidity before. There were times when being smart would have been a lot easier for me, but for the most part I managed well with whatever brains I had in my head. But it wasn't just about me any more, Anna needed me to come up with a way to get her away from her parents without them pressing charges with the police. It's harder than it sounds. I came up with a million ideas, but they all ended in murder, jail time, and exposing who I was to the world.

Needless to say, they all sucked.

I was panicking all of Friday and followed her from the diner to her house in wolf form. When she got there, her parents were already passed out. It was a strike of luck. She parked her car right next to the shed and put her bike in the trunk for an unknown reason to me. She was really attached to that bike, even though she had a working vehicle.

I stayed there all night, in case she got scared and needed me or her asshole parents woke up, but it never happened. She was fine all night. Saturday morning she slept in a little then went to work at about noon. Her parents were still out cold. I was starting to hope they were dead, but they were most certainly alive from the snoring I could hear.

I followed her to diner and she was perfectly fine there and I knew I'd have to leave to go back to La Push. Nothing was going on there that needed my attention, but Mom asked me to stay to help her around the house. I only agreed because Anna was usually fine at work, her boss was an ass, but he wouldn't stand for anyone harassing his employee's, he'd lose money then.

So all through Saturday I was a good son and did whatever my mother asked. When all of her bat-shit insane demands were met, I left and went back to the diner. Anna had left, so I went back to her house, but her car wasn't fucking there.

I started panicking. She didn't have a cell phone, and now she had a car so she could be anywhere. I had no way of finding her, other than my nose.

I went back to the diner, where her scent was most recent and followed it from there. The trail led me into Forks, to the camping store. In the parking lot, parked in the very back was Anna's Challenger.

I was relieved, for a second. Why the hell did she need to come here? She doesn't go camping. She doesn't strike me as the kind of person that would take up fishing either.

Everything in me wanted to phase and storm right into the store to find her. But I really didn't want her to think I was a super crazy stalker. Even if I was. She might still think I'm kind of normal and I wanted her to hold onto that for as long as possible.

So I waited, as close to the store as I could be, which wasn't as close as I would have liked. If I got any closer someone would see me and then I'd have a bigger problem than figuring out why Anna was at a camping store.

She came out about fifteen minutes later, with a huge bag, like big enough for her to fit in it. She carried it to her car and stowed it in the back and drove off like it was nothing. She looked unharmed but there was something about her that was off with her. She still drove like a pro without any problems and straight back to her house, but when she got there, she backed up to her shed and her mother was waiting outside her shed with bolt cutters.

I almost flipped. That is not the kind of scene I can walk into without losing my cool, but I managed. Barely.

Anna got out of her car with the big bag from the camping store, which was actually a duffle bag that could fit two of her, easily. I was starting to get antsy.

"What took you so long?" Her mother snapped, waving the bolt cutters like they were nothing more than a pencil.

"There was a line." Anna answered calmly.

Her mother accepted the answer with a huff. "Are you going to open this, or do I have to?" She snarled.

Anna held her breath and didn't say anything, just walked up to the door and unlocked the door of the shed.

Her mother huffed again and just dropped the bolt cutters on the ground. "I want all of your shit out." She demanded. "And if you even try to tell welfare that you moved out, the cops will be picking you and little boyfriend up." She threatened, putting her face in Anna's personal space.

I was going to kill that bitch.

"I mean it, get all of your shit out now, I don't want to have to see you again." That ugly broad told Anna.

"Like wise." Anna whispered it so low that I only I could hear her.

Her mother stalked off back toward the house. "I want you gone within the hour!" She yelled over her shoulder before she slammed the back door shut.

Anna sighed and went back into her shed for more of her things and I phased back. I pulled my shorts on and snuck up into the shed. Her back was to me so I grabbed her shoulders with both hands making her jump and spin to look at me.

"Paul!" She cursed under her breath. "What are you doing here?!" She whispered harshly, looking around me in a panic.

"I told you I'd be close by." I reminded her.

"If they see you here, they will call the cops." She chided.

"When did this all happen?" I asked confused.

"I left early, my boss had a family emergency, so he just closed the diner down. When I got back she was waiting for me, telling me that since I had boyfriend and a car, I didn't need to be their burden anymore and told me to get my stuff out." She answered indifferently.

"So I'm your boyfriend?" I asked grinning.

She blushed so bright, she almost glowed.

That eased the mood of the room. "What was she talking about 'welfare'?" I asked confused.

"They get money from the state, more because I'm still a minor and living with them. If I tell welfare that I moved out, they wouldn't get that money anymore." She explained as she picked up a garbage bag full of clothes.

"Let me," I said, trying to take the clothes from her.

"No! You stay here." She ordered.

I conceded and watched her closely as she put the clothes into the bag and came back to the shed.

"I'll stay until you leave, then run ahead and tell my mom you're coming, we can clear some space for you stuff." I told her as she started packing her books into a large box.

She stopped and looked up at me. There was a conflict going on in her genius mind and I couldn't tell if that was good or bad for me. "I was going to put it in my storage garage." She finally said.

"Wait, you're not going to argue about living with me?" I asked in shock.

She sighed. "I don't have anywhere else to stay, and its not like you'd let me live in my car." She pointed out, frustrated.

"Damn right," I said proudly.

"Only until I can find something for myself." She said firmly.

The grin I had only grew. "You can rent a room at my house." I offered quickly.

"What are you talking about?" She asked confused and interested at the same time.

"My mom is moving out after Christmas, she has a job in Seattle she's taking, you can take her room." I said surely.

She thought for a moment before she started to speak, but I stopped her before she started. This was my shot at actually being sort-of happy. Its not like I'd get there without Anna.

"You'd have your own room and I'd even let you pay the water bill." I said somewhat begrudgingly. I really hated the thought of her paying for anything. I wanted to be the one to take care of her for the rest of her life, but I had a strong feeling she wasn't the type to let me.

"It's like twenty dollars a month." She said annoyed.

I shrugged. "Baby steps."

"But that's not till Christmas." She pointed out.

"We can talk to my mom about it, she might want to move sooner, you never know." I told her, trying not to sound like I already knew I could get my mother out of the house tonight.

She bit her lip, the way she did when she was thinking hard about something, and stared out the door of the shed for a moment. I knew my argument was solid, even if I wasn't already a cocky bastard, but I still had the slightest hint of fear in that moment that she wouldn't agree.

"Okay," She conceded with a sigh.

I could have jumped to the moon and back, I felt so good. The grin I had was not going to leave.

"Stop smirking!" She yelled, hitting my stomach playfully.

"There's nothing to stop it." I said knowingly. I'd still be grinning well into the week after this win.

"Just, get the stuff under my bed, please?" She asked in a huff, pointing down under the cot.

"Alright," I said, trying not to smile, and failing.

I helped her gather all of her things, but she carried them all out to the duffle. When she tried to get it into her car, it was too heavy, so I sneaked out and tossed it in the back with ease. She chided me for a few seconds, before I ran off toward La Push. I didn't bother phasing back and made it to my house within ten minutes.

"Mom!" I yelled, running through the back door, into the kitchen.

"What?" I heard her yell back from the living room.

I walked into the living room after kicking as much mud off my feet as I could. "Anna's coming." I told her simply.

"Okay," She said looking at me strangely.

"With all of her stuff, she got kicked out." I added.

"She got what?!" She yelled angrily.

"Hey, she's unharmed and doesn't have to deal with her parents anymore, I'd call this a win." I said holding my hands up.

"I'll start clearing out the garage." She said sighing, getting ready to haul herself up from the couch.

"She's taking her stuff to a storage garage in Forks." I said before she got on her feet.

"And you're going down there." She said knowingly.

"Once I can find a shirt." I said before turning toward my room.

"They're all being washed." She said before I could make it to the hallway.

I looked down at my bare chest and feet and shrugged. "Eh, fuck it." I muttered to myself.

I walked out of the house with my keys and flip-flops and got into my truck. In all the times I've driven to Forks to get to Anna, I didn't have a damn thing to panic about this time. It was nice, knowing she was more than likely totally fine. Nothing short of a semi-truck or a bus was going to hurt that hunk of pure steel and her parents had practically disowned her. I wonder if it's bad that this whole thing has made me happier than a fat kid with cake. Probably.

I drove down to the garage where I originally towed the Challenger from and saw her already parked in front of it. I parked near by and walked over to where she was moving things around in the garage, which was damn near empty with three boxes of her things and her bike.

"Hey," I said as I walked around her car and into the garage.

She didn't look up from the box she was looking through and a huffed. "I should yell at you for wasting gas." She said, tired.

"But you won't." I said grinning. She sighed and continued what she was doing. "Are you really just keeping your bike and a few boxes of books in here? You can keep that at my house and cancel the lease on this thing." I said surely.

"It was given to me, its mine until I want to sell it." She murmured.

I had a feeling this garage was connected to the Challenger, but I wasn't going to ask. I knew it was a touchy subject.

She folded up the box and pushed it to the corner and walked back to her trunk. "Okay, that's everything." She said as she stuffed all of her clothes back into the duffle.

"My mother will never let you keep those clothes." I told her sympathetically.

"I had a feeling." She sighed.

It was almost cute how she already knew how my mother was going to affect her wardrobe. "You can follow me back." I said as I started shuffling back to my truck.

"Or you can follow me." She said with a crooked grin as she climbed into the driver's seat.

My jaw was hanging as I watched her drive off. "I love that girl." I managed to mutter to myself before I ran to my truck and sped after her.

She made it back to La Push before I did. I couldn't even catch up to her, but that's my fault. I gave that car more horse power than my truck had or could ever have. She was at her trunk with my mother who was, as predicted, going through her clothes.

Walking up to them, all I heard was. "Honey, this needs to be put out of its misery." My mother said as she held up a shirt that was so torn and worn out I could barely believe it was still held together.

"Mom, stop torturing her." I said flatly.

Mom and Anna turned to look at me at the same time. The two most important women in my life were just standing there, completely oblivious to the fact that if something happened to them at that moment, I'd turn into a killing machine until they were safe or I was dead. It's one of those realizations you're uncomfortable with telling other people. That's the beauty of being a shape-shifter. My brothers could empathize with me without me having to say a word. My mother on the other hand…

"I'm helping." Mom said innocently.

I was about to call on her on her shit when Anna smiled at the both of us. "Its okay," She said, sounding happier than she had all day. I had the feeling that she actually enjoyed having my mother go through all of the clothing she owned and tell her what she was allowed to keep and what had to be burned.

Mom quickly ignored me and went back to looking through the bag in her trunk. "We'll go shopping tomorrow since Paul has already done all of his work." She said comfortingly, patting Anna's shoulder.

I stiffened and almost glared at her. Almost. Normally I wouldn't have a problem, but she was letting Anna stay without a fight and she was making my imprint happy at the moment. The only quarrel I had with her was that she'd be taking Anna away from me when we could be spending time together, not being awkward around each other.

"It'll be later, I have a phone call I have to be on from four to six." Mom told me without even looking at me. Her super-mom powers scare me sometimes…

"I can live with that." I mumbled.

"Yes, you can." My mother said surely, with a pointed look over her shoulder. I knew she wasn't doing this so much to just go shopping, but to actually do something nice for Anna, but I liked to be a pain in her ass.

"You thought the werewolf thing was crazy." I muttered to Anna.

Anna tried not to laugh as my mother rolled her eyes and went back to searching through Anna's clothes. I felt a small hand slip into mine and grasp my thumb as Anna moved closer to me. I smiled to myself and held her hand in a gentle grip as we listened to my mother rant.

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