As promised, here is the new chapter. I really wanted to update before December, but I got more busy with the holidays than I had anticipated. But it's HERE with more on the way. And I promise, you will never have to wait this long again.

I had to split this chapter up because I was up all night and didn't feel like editing the whole thing. The rest will be up tomorrow as chapter 6.

Also, If you missed it, the author's note before this chapter has a sneak peek of the distant future. You also might want to re-read chapter 4 as it has a scene changed.

When Fiona swept into the Swan residence it was after nine o'clock at night and Charlie's cruiser was still gone. She slid to the floor along the front door, her adrenaline fading out and exhaustion setting in. What the hell had she stumbled into. She thought this was going to be simple. Follow the story as best she could, go home. But it seemed Rena wasn't satisfied after the incident with the car. The plot had shifted and now she was in a strange amalgamation of Twilight, Supernatural, and possibly Teen Wolf. There was definitely a few Teen Wolf vibes coming off the Mallory's. Was Rena getting most of her material from TV?

Fiona rubbed her hands down her faces to wipe away frustrated tears and took in a deep, calming breath. What did she do now?

Eventually she migrated to the couch. Her bag was dumped on the floor as she curled up on her side and closed her eyes. She must have fallen asleep because when she opened them again the sun shone on her face and the old afghan that usually decorated the couch was placed over her. She heard movement in the kitchen and saw Charlie pouring himself some orange juice.

"Hey, Bells." He greeted coming to sit himself on the armchair.

"Morning." Fiona mumbled back.

"How was the birthday party last night?"

Fiona briefly reviewed the previous nights events in her head before finally settling on - "It was alright."

Charlie nodded. "Lauren's parents were there?"

Fiona forced herself not to make a face. "Yup." They're also probably only in town because they're scary hunters investigating the Cullen's. Or serial killers. "Taking tons pictures and the whole embarrassing nine yards."

"Good."

Fiona lips quirked at Charlie's concern. He was such a Dad.

"Welp." He leaned forward set his cup on a coaster. "I got the day off today, unless I get called in. I was planning on heading over Billy's if you want to come."

A chance to get away where vampire's and possibly hunters couldn't reach her.

"Sure!"

It was a nice drive out to La Push and Fiona occupied herself by watching the scenery and asking questions about the Black family.

"Well, the girls are gone. You already know that. But Jacob's only a couple of years younger than you. And he's got friends up there so don't worry. You won't get stuck with us old farts."

Fiona rolled her eyes. "Oh my god, Dad. Forty is so old. You practically decrepit."

"Whoa-ho-ho! Hold on there!" Charlie protested. "Need I remind you, I am little bit younger than your mother. Alright?" He shot her a look.

Fiona snorted "Yeah by like what? A year? Two?"

"It makes a difference." He sniffed and peeked at his reflection in the rear-view mirror.

"Barely." She shot back through snickers.

"Alright. I'll remember that."

Pulling up to the Black's cabin, Fiona could spot who she was assumed was Billy seated on the porch. He wasn't too much older than Charlie, and similarly had a passing resemblance to his movie counterpart. When she and Charlie approached Billy rolled his chair near the ramp leading up to the door.

"Hey, Billy."

Charlie bent over to give him that awkward man hug guys often did. Where they shook hands and patted backs.

"Billy, you remember Bella."

"I sure do." Billy smiled fondly at Fiona as she climbed up the ramp. "How you doing, sweetheart?"

"I'm good." She reached over and shook his outstretched hand. "Thanks for the truck by the way."

Billy shook his head. "Aw, thank Jacob. He's the one who fixed it up." He turned his head towards the screen door. "Jake! Come say hello to Bella."

There were a few thumps and a figure about the same height as Fiona stepped out onto the porch.

This Jacob Black didn't really resemble his counterpart all that much. The only similarity she could find was they were both baby-faced. Jacob looked like he was closer to twelve than sixteen.

His smile was bright and sunny. Fiona had to fight down the urge to coo and squeeze his cheeks like an old granny. She couldn't really picture this kid working on that beast all by himself.

The Dad's retreated into the living room to watch the Pro Bowl and left the kids to stand awkwardly outside.

"Sooo..." Jacob drew out. "What do you want to do?"

"I dunno. What do you wanna do?"

There was a pause. " I don't know."

Fiona snickered.

Jacob blushed "Shut up."

"We could always make mud pies."

Jacob shot her a look. "Last time I mud pies with you, you tried to make me eat them."

That did sound like something she would do. "Could we go to the beach?"

"First Beach? Sure." Jacob slowed so they walked side-by-side. "It's a good day for it. It's a little early in the season, but we might see some whales."

The walk didn't take all that long and when they got their the view was beautiful.

The beaches in Florida didn't look like this. This beach seemed ancient. It was kind of magical. The water rushed up to the shore in loud thick waves. Some sea birds flew overhead towards the cliffs and pieces of large, dead trees had washed ashore.

"Is that a whale?"

"Uh, no...I think that's just another tree."

"...Oh."

Hanging out with Jacob was kind of...quiet. He didn't seem shy, just didn't have much to say. This seemed out of character. Was this another one of Rena's changes. Maybe he wasn't sure how to talk to girls who weren't his sisters.

Maybe Jacob just didn't like Fiona-Bella as much as Real-Bella.

Oh, well. You couldn't win 'em all.

"So how'd you get interested in working on cars?" Fiona asked, trying to get some semblance of conversation out of him.

Jacob perked up a little and she patted herself on the back. Fiona wasn't a automotive aficionado but if it got him out of his shell, she was happy to listen. Once he got started on that there was no stopping him. Jacob liked Marvel comics and while he didn't watch too much TV he liked wresting and Myth Busters. He didn't watch Doctor Who but seemed interested in Supernatural. Jacob liked school more than Fiona did and the more he talked the sadder she felt.

Jacob had so much going for him. He was really smart (he'd been on the honor roll since he was eleven), he loved mechanics, he liked goofing off with his friends, and he wanted be an engineer.

"I know right now I'm only working on cars. But one day I'm gonna build planes. UW has an engineering college and I might be able to get a scholarship."

"That's awesome, Jake."

He was just a kid. A sweet, silly kid who had no idea what was about to happen to him in the next few years.

The sadness quickly turned to anger. Jacob had a dream. He had set goals for his future. He was so sure of where he was going, worked so hard to get there and that could all go down the toilet because of some stupid vampire bullshit. Why did the Cullen's have to come here of all places? Why couldn't they go to Alaska, or some other place they were capable of hiding out. If she remembered correctly there were several places they could go.

It wasn't fair.

If it was at all in Fiona's power, she was going to do her best to make sure Jacob got the future he deserved.

And she knew just what she had to do.

Monday morning came and Fiona woke up early to get a head start. There were barely any cars at the school when she got there so she waited near the entrance until she spotted who she was after.

"Lauren!" The blonde looked up from her phone. "I think we need to talk."

Lauren seemed to have been expecting this and motioned for the other girl to follow after her. She led Fiona into one of the buildings and ushered her into a supply closet.

"Wow, really?"

"Just get in." Lauren growled. "It's not like I'm going to jump you. If anyone should be worried it's me."

Fiona sputtered. "W-what?! As if! You-" She stopped and shut her eyes. "No. You know what? This not the conversation I wanted to have."

Lauren folded hers, waiting.

"Look, I know you know about the Cullen's and 'other' stuff. And you know I know something about the Cullen's and 'other stuff'. The Cullen's know we both know stuff and that there's something weird going on with me. And I'm pretty sure you know something weird is going on with me."

Lauren quirked a brow. "You mean besides the obvious?" She smiled pleasantly at the glare sent her way. "I think I may have followed just half of what came out of your mouth."

Fiona sighed and began searching through her bag. "I don't really know a good way of explaining this so maybe I should just-" Where was the journal?

"Oh crap..."

"What?" Lauren stepped closer.

"My journal's gone." Fiona's heart picked up it's pace.

Lauren shook her head. "So?"

"So?!" Fiona yelled back. "So everything was in there!" She could almost imagine all the muscles in Lauren's body tense as the girl suddenly went perfectly still.

"What do you mean everything?"

Fiona gulped and fidgeted with the zipper of her bag. "'Everything' as in my weird stuff, the Cullen's, the Quileute...stuff that may or may not have happened yet." Her hands shot up to rest on Lauren's shoulders. "But nothing about you and your family. I hadn't gotten a chance."

Lauren relaxed a small fraction, but not much. "Do you know what could happen if that fell into the wrong hands."

"I have a good idea." In fact, Fiona had several. None of which were pleasant.

"Where did you have it last?" Lauren demanded.

"Uh, well... I put it in my bag before I got to you're party. It was there when I checked in you room and- shit."

"What?"

"I bumped into Mike as I was leaving and my stuff fell out. I thought I got everything but-"

"Mike?! Mike Newton?"

The supply closet was yanked open and the girls froze.

Mr. Varner stood before them, lips pursed in a very sour expression.

Fiona removed her hands from Lauren's arms and scrambled back.

"I can explain."

Snickers and looks followed Fiona around the school that day. She ignored them but didn't seem as unbothered as Lauren. It was almost as if nothing happened for her. Everyone had apparently conveniently forgotten Lauren was he second party involved. On top of that Fiona's fear about Mike had been proven true. He had found the Journal and he had also shared it with Angela. They were both strangely silent that day and didn't make much eye contact. Fiona ended up sitting with Eric at lunch to avoid the awkward silence. Did they think she was crazy? Did they think she a serial killer?

Fiona walked alone to biology and inwardly groaned when she spotted Edward already seated. She plopped down beside him and buried her head in her arms.

"Lauren Mallory, huh?"

"I'm not talking about this with you."

Edward turned in his seat. "Well your not exactly talking to your friends about it. In fact, it look like they're not talking to you at all."

Fiona glared up at him. "If I'm not talking to them about it why would I talk to you."

The slightly hurt look on Cullen's face actually made her feel guilty. Nothing was going her way today.

"Sorry...Okay?" She mumbled. "Today just really...sucked. No pun intended."

Shit.

What the hell was wrong with her today?!

Edward stilled and sent her a dark look.

"Okay seriously?!" She hissed. "Your gonna get all pissy now? I think it's been pretty obvious for the past week I knew. Between Lauren and the car accident? Really?"

"Shut up." Edward hissed back.

"I mean it's not exactly a leap! You can read minds! You know what Mike and Angela are thinking!"

Edward glared down at her. "Yeah except they're not thinking out loud."

"You need to chill."

"You need to shut up."

"Guys!"

The pairs heads shot towards the front of the class where Mr. Molina stood. "Maybe you should both be quiet so I can teach my lesson."

Fiona sunk in her seat as the teacher returned to the white board. "I hate you."

Edward snorted. "I'll live."

Okay guys, let me know what you think and tell me if you spot some errors. I'll get the rest out tomorrow :)