Author's Note: WARNING. This fic has rape, abuse, violence, sex, and language. Also MPreg. There will be a male getting pregnant in this story. So if it isn't your thing, just move along, but I do recommend you give it a chance; I myself am quite excited about this story. :] There will also be major disregard for the rules of science (obviously) and Stephanie Meyer. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Threefold

Chapter Three

"Jacob?"

I whirled around, trying to see with blind eyes the source of the voice I had just heard; whoever had spoken my name. All that was surrounding me was deep, impenetrable blackness, but I knew that voice as well as my own, now, and there was no mistaking its owner.

Edward.

"Yes, Jacob, it's me. I missed you," the voice said, and I could hear the smile in it. Then, an ice-cold hand touched my face. It was so utterly frustrating, because I couldn't see Edward, but I knew he was there. My Wolf knew he was there, and I could feel the animal scratching at the door of the waiting room, whining and growling with intensity as it tried to escape, to find its choice. But the many days of reigning my Wolf in kept him at bay, for now; I still could not blow my cover. I couldn't move, couldn't bring my arms to wrap around his slim, chill body as I so desperately wanted to. This was the first imagining of mine where Edward had touched me first, had come to me willingly, and I couldn't even touch him back!

Then, what Edward had said caught up with me.

He missed me?

"So, so much," Edward said, his voice heavy with sadness, distraught. He sounded like an abandoned child. "Why did you leave, Jacob? When I needed you most…"

I felt the chill hands move to my chest, felt a body coming closer to me, and Edward rested his head against my chest, where my heart lay just underneath, separated by only a thin sheet of rib and muscle. I should have felt uncomfortable with a leech so close to me, but evidently Edward was of a different breed altogether.

"I'm…I'm sorry, Edward," I finally managed to choke out, when I sensed he was expecting an answer from me. There was a slight shake of his head, his hair brushed against my naked torso. I wanted to run my fingers through it, touch him like I had been dreaming and fantasizing about for days. But I couldn't bring myself to move!

"Don't say that, just come back to me." He pushed his head away, his hands coming to the centre of my chest, right over my heart. He began to push, and the pressure didn't abate, merely grew and grew until breathing was becoming a struggle. For the first time in any of my dreams with him I felt terror shoot through me; it felt like he was trying to make his hand go right through my chest! Was he trying to kill me?

"Come back to me, Jacob," he murmured again, and his voice sounded much more distant from before, but the pressure on my chest did not cease for a second. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't feel my heartbeat inside my chest; he had taken it away with him, when he left. I felt like I was suffocating, sinking deeper and deeper into the encasement of darkness. My eyelids felt heavy, even though I was desperately trying to breathe, terror jumping adrenaline into my veins with a vengeance. I wasn't going to make it; he was going to kill me. I could almost see him standing above me, that beautiful, evil smirk on his face as he watched me, doing nothing while I lay begging for air.

"Jacob!"

With a huge gasp, I inhaled, almost sobbing with relief when I felt my lungs fill with air. It was the sweetest relief to the burning organs, and my heart thumped happily along with the intake. I was gasping heavily for several seconds, before I became aware of a distinct pain in my chest, above my heart and, for a moment, wondered if my dream had been based upon reality. Was Edward here? My hand reached blindly for a second, and closed around a pair of icy ones.

My eyes flew open, looking up into golden irises. Before I could completely become aware of the feeling of joy - or perhaps anger and fear, given my most recent vision - I had to realize that it was not the face of Edward Cullen I was looking at, but rather his Sire, Carlisle.

What the fuck?

I didn't mean to, but I think I said it out loud, because Carlisle's expression broke into a relieved grin and he sat back with a small laugh. "Now, Jacob, there's no need to swear."

"Sorry, Doctor Cullen," I muttered automatically; over the few days when Carlisle had treated me after the newborn attack, I had built up a respect for the guy; he was old and wise, though he didn't look it, and I had to admit I kinda liked him. As a second fatherly figure; Billy was a great dad, don't get me wrong, but he tended to be a little close-minded about some things; I knew Carlisle would accept whatever kind of shit people threw at him…For instance, a shifter falling in love with his married, straight, vampire son.

Yeah, Billy wouldn't take that well.

I blinked a few times, looking around and trying to get my bearings. Immediately two things were obvious to me; One, I was back in Forks, and Two, I was really close to the Cullen Mansion. I could hear the stream that crossed along the bottom of their yard close by, and I knew it was that stream because the water always smelled and tasted like vampire; shifters didn't generally go near it, but I never minded the smell much.

I didn't remember anything after a few hours past Chris and Brynne dropping me off in Port Angeles. Just walking and walking and walking, letting my surroundings once again become familiar. My Wolf had tried so hard to get to Forks quickly, was so impatient for the both of us to get our answers, that several times I had almost phased, and caught myself at the last minute; again, if I was in Wolf form and another pack member peeked into my mind, I was outed forever and would be thrown out of the Pack. A Packless wolf doesn't go far in life; we are social animals.

Looking back at Carlisle, I could see he was watching me carefully, with the same kind of concern all doctors carried for their patients; cool, detached, wanting to see the facts and not let their emotions get in the way of treatment - but there was also curiosity burning behind his eyes, and I could tell he had all sorts of questions for me.

"Well…I'm back," I finally deadpanned, and that brought a smile to his face as he chuckled lightly, pushing himself backwards so he was level with me; both of us sitting on the forest floor, which was uncharacteristically dry. The leaves cracked with our movements.

"Yes, Jacob, I can see that. You've left us all in quite a worried state," he said.

Now, I didn't really want to feel it, but I couldn't help the jump in my heart to think that, by saying 'us all', he was including Edward in that. Thinking that Edward would be worried about me was amazing.

"Bella was frantic when she'd found out you'd left."

And then, the jumping in my heart stopped. Of course, he would think about his future daughter-in-law. Or daughter-in-law now. I couldn't quite remember the date on the invite, but I knew that I was either cutting the date of the wedding very close, or had missed it completely. To think that my Edward was married, and on his Honeymoon, made my Wolf shudder and snarl in protest. Edward belonged to me, damn it.

Where were these sudden possessive emotions coming from? I wasn't even sure if what I felt for him was love, or blind obsession, or simply nothing at all.

Damned if I know.

"What day is it today?" I asked, looking back at Carlisle. I hoped he could read the other question in my eyes; the one I couldn't ask, was afraid to know the answer to.

He nodded in understanding, and his response was gentle when he finally spoke. "Bella got married two days ago, Jacob. She's in South America now." I don't give a fuck about Bella! I want Edward!

I forced my reaction down, my thoughts in too much of a turmoil to comprehend that whenever Carlisle mentioned Bella, I did not feel the sting in my chest of unrequited love, or the ache that came with a broken heart…No, instead I felt an intense jealousy and hatred, hatred that she stole Edward from me, just as I had once thought he stole her from me, and jealousy that Edward so obviously loved her, and would never have the same feelings for me.

But my Wolf surely wouldn't choose someone that gave him heartache. That wasn't the way of things. Edward belonged to me, and me alone, and that was all there was to it. I just had to remind him of that, and everything would work out for the best, surely. Hopefully.

"When do they get back?" I was proud that my voice didn't shake.

"In a week."

A week…Such a long time…

No… Finally, the voice in my head was proving its worth. Now is the chance to ask for help; if Carlisle is the only one who knows that you are here, he can help you answer all the questions you might have. You have an ally here, Jacob. Use that.

"Carlisle…" I stopped, wanting to phrase my question really carefully, because I had one shot to get this right with Carlisle, otherwise he would see right through me, maybe tell Sam and Billy everything…I couldn't risk that. I wouldn't. The only leech that is allowed to ruin my life is Edward.

Yeah…I'll be doing a mental check on myself later.

I looked over at the vampire again, but his expression was unreadable; not even Edward would have been able to tell what his Sire was thinking at that moment. There was patience in his eyes as he let me think, and I was intensely grateful for that; I didn't need any pushing right now.

"I was wondering if you could help me out."

"How so?" Yes, Carlisle was a good man, a kind soul. I would have been glad to be in his family.

"I…need to do a little research, before Edward gets back, with Bella," I quickly added, realizing that I had omitted her in my sentence. I did not need Doctor Cullen knowing about my seeming obsession with his son before I even knew about it, thank you very much. I mean, I trusted the guy sure enough, but I…wasn't sure for now. I just needed time for this.

Carlisle was nodding along with what I said, obviously he had seen where I was going with my request, but I finished it anyway; don't need anything getting lost in translation. "And I was hoping you could help me out with it, because I know that you have all sorts of books and sources on Vampire ways and everything…And if you could not tell anyone that I'm here that would be great," I said, finishing it in a rush. When Edward returned, I didn't want him knowing I was here beforehand; then he might get a mistaken impression to do with me still liking Bella or something, and take off. I couldn't have that.

If Carlisle was surprised at my request, he didn't show it. He merely kept looking at me with an inscrutable expression for another long moment, his lips pursed as he thought, and for a second I thought he was going to withdraw his offer for help, or say he couldn't help me, or want to tell Billy and the Pack I've arrived back, but then he merely nodded, smiling a little, and I breathed a huge sigh of relief, causing him to laugh. "Come now, Jacob, I'm never one to turn someone away who needed my help. Do you want me to assist you with anything?"

"Well…now that you mention it…I don't suppose you know a good place I could stay?" So I wouldn't have to go back to the Rez or sleep on the streets…

There was a split second of hesitance before he answered. "All of the family are off on various vacations," he replied with a smile. "The only ones left in the house are Esme and myself. You can stay in any of the rooms without any trouble, and since the wedding the wolves don't patrol around here much anymore."

"That would be awesome, Doc, thanks," I replied automatically, resisting the urge to flinch at the mention of the wedding. I was glad I had missed it, but I also wanted to be able to stop it. Edward now belonged to someone else in the eyes of the law and of whoever had attended; he would believe firmly that he and Bella were soul mates, or whatever the fuck he wanted. I would have to try that much harder…

…Or he could realize that she's not right for him. After she's a vampire, what drew him to her the most will be gone. Then what will he have? A blank canvas, a blood thirsty newborn and nothing; just the remainder of a scent.

I was really starting to like the voice.

"Jacob…" Carlisle paused, before pushing himself to his feet and dusting himself off. I followed suit. "If I may ask, what exactly are you researching?"

I sucked in a deep breath. That was the question, wasn't it - what was I going to research exactly? Imprinting on vampires? But that would only raise questions from him, questions that I wasn't prepared to answer. Any other topic I could come up with was equally suspicious, and he was regarding me with an increasingly curious expression; I had to act fast.

So I did the only thing I really could; I joked about it.

"Not really sure right now, Doc. I'll start big and narrow it down from there."

Carlisle raised an eyebrow at me, a small, bemused smile coming onto his lips, but then he nodded. "Alright Jacob, whatever you say," he said, obviously stating that I truly didn't appreciate the magnitude of the task I had set.

But hell, it's not like I didn't have time.

A whole fucking week.

My Wolf gave a pained whine at the thought.

Yeah, I know. Hang in there.

And then we were running. I felt absolutely exhausted, but I managed to keep pace with him pretty well - or he was holding himself back, I didn't really care. We arrived at the back door to his house in under five minutes, and I couldn't stifle the small disappointment that I was so close to him, unable to go further. Damn.

"Make yourself at home, Jacob," he said, pushing the door open and letting the potent scent of vampire and human surround me. For a moment I was dazed, taken aback by how little the scents seemed to repulse me, as I had once thought they did. Maybe they never had, and I had just been programmed to think that way. Now that's the definition of Pack Mentality.

And one of those scents were practically making my mouth water. I knew who it was without even needing to take another whiff, to sort through the smells in my head; Edward, of course. His scent was unique, and it stood out like a thread of gold within monochrome. Spicy and exotic and sweet all at once.

I bet he would taste just as delicious.

Woah, down boy. Now is so not the time.

I finally realized that Carlisle was looking at me expectantly.

"Sorry, what?" I asked, feeling like a complete idiot. He merely smiled at me in understanding; yeah, blame the exhaustion. That works for me.

"I said go ahead and get some sleep, and I'll see if we can find you something to eat when you wake up, and you can get to work."

"That sounds amazing, Carlisle. I can't thank you enough," I said sincerely.

"Please, Jacob, it's what I do," he said with a smile, which only made me grin like a fool in return. He turned and walked around the stairs, into the kitchen that I could just see into through an open door. Sunlight streamed in through partially closed blinds, and they made his skin shimmer lightly as he passed. Edward would look beautiful in the sunlight.

Without really processing it, my feet started to move, and I didn't give much thought to the destination, because I already knew where I was going to go; Edward's bedroom. Where his scent was most potent and every inch of his possessions were saturated with the heady smell, the smell that made me feel so completely…alive and more of a Wolf than many times in my life. It was like the scent of this Vampire brought out my most base instincts and desires, and made me feel as though I could accomplish anything, which I sure as hell needed. Right now I was attempting to do the impossible, and I would need every good vibe I could possibly get. Besides, smelling him…it was like he was there. Any minute I would round the corner and come into the happiest fantasy; Edward, standing there, waiting for me with open arms, pulling me into his cold but warm embrace. His joy would make him glow, and his eyes would be bright and golden, hair in the same messy disarray it always was, and the famous, beautiful crooked smile would be plastered to his face.

And he wouldn't belong to some heartless bitch, who toyed around with both me and him, when we both thought ourselves in love with her. Before, when I had seen them as a couple, my eyes had overlooked her imperfection out of hatred and malice for him. But now…now I could see. She had thought she could string us both along, leave me in the gutter and choose him. Really, she had merely chosen the immortality card; he would change her if she married him. Both such high commitments, but she wasn't bound to stay with him once she was 'dead'. No, she would leave him, completely broken just as she had left me, or so she thought. No, I was no longer going to pine over Isabella Swan; that bitch could burn in vampire venom for eternity as much as I cared about her.

Edward…he was moody, he was possessive, he was arrogant and spiteful and proud and condescending. He thought he knew it all, had seen it all, had done it all and could get inside your head. He had seen things no one else had, heard things never meant to be discussed, and that had given him a false sense of superiority. But…he was also passionate, beautiful, so full of love and respect for those that earned it. What had Bella done to earn it? Nothing! Only provided herself to be an experiment; no more, no less.

He had to hide that from her; she would have been scared away if he had revealed his true self, but he was too whipped to even think that there was a better choice than she, because he wouldn't have stooped to the level of sleeping with whatever other whore was on offer. Edward didn't have much choice, so he had chosen the best of a very bad barrel of apples.

But if he were with me…he wouldn't have to hide the strength, the anger or the fear. I would be able to take care of him like no one else ever could, ever. And I would never die either; I don't need to become a vampire to live with him forever. I was permanent. Bella was a distracting detour.

He would see that soon enough.

I came to a stop in front of his closed bedroom door, taking a moment to inhale before I opened it, letting the door swing until it knocked lightly against the wall. His room was large, open and spacious, with an entire wall dedicated to music, and the other letting in light from the midday sun. I could imagine him in here, sprawled out like a lazy feline, listening to his classical music and letting the sun gently touch his skin, setting the diamond facets alight. My imagination, I was sure, would never do justice to the real thing.

Sigh.

I was tempted - sorely tempted - to go to his bed, and lay down to fall asleep immersed in his scent…but I couldn't. I had already crossed so many of these barriers without his knowledge or permission. Laying in his bed would seem like that one step too far; I wanted to be around his scent, around him, but I wanted to be invited to the bed.

That was definitely something to look forward to, if it ever happened. I was being so optimistic; I would have to take a downer soon if it kept happening, disillusion myself before I was faced with reality, and ended up sorely disappointed. I wouldn't know what to do if Edward came back and…nothing happened. He was happy and content with his new wife and everything was peachy creamy with them, and I was once again left in the gutter. I wouldn't be able to handle that if I didn't accept it as a possibility.

Of course, I also didn't expect Edward to suddenly come home, take one look at me and suddenly realize that he really loved me and Bella was just tossed aside either. For one thing, she would get in the way, and for another I knew that it wasn't going to happen. Things would have to take time and patience on my part, between us, to flourish and grow into the beautiful thing I knew we could be, what my Wolf was telling me could happen.

I just had to be patient.

Seven days, and lots of research would strongly help my case.

So I stretched myself out on his futon, amused that almost all of my leg below the knee fell off one end of the thing - I was going to beat Edward in height, wahey - and shifted to a comfortable position. All too quickly, despite the bright sun coming in through the windows, my eyes were falling closed and I slept, immersed in the scent of my Vampire.

So, basically just a little filler for you there. I hate filler, but it's what has to be done. It's important filler. Sigh. Unfortunately next chapter is filler too, so I shall be posting that one soon to make up for the lack of Edward-lovin.

I've gotten many reviews from you (which is awesome, keep em coming) and I feel a few things need to be addressed; First of all, someone mentioned liking Edward being an Uke. I have to say I don't intend this story to be so blatantly dominance-submission. Jacob, of course, will be the...'Giver', let's say, but that doesn't mean Edward's going to turn into some scrawny, whiney submissive little man-boy, as a lot of people I've found are want to do. I like my vampires with a spine, thanks.

However, on the flip side, Edward is so the girl in this relationship. xD

Added thing; when I warn about rape...it's not really sexual penetration without permission. It's not the classic definition. It's more...forcing someone into acts that are in a way sexual, but don't necessarily have to be. You'll see what I mean when I write it, but there isn't RAPE rape, so I hope I didn't concern you greatly about that. There was another thing...but I can't remember what it was...

So, anyway. Loves you all. Please review; I might start hostage-negotiations on chapters for reviews =3

Oh, and sorry for any spelling or grammar errors. My beta's laptop is broken =P

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