DISClaimer: I'm not Stephanie Meyer. I make no profit from this.

I am, however, very jealous of her, and quite in love with werewolves.

Hope you enjoy this.

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"How long did your friend say he'd be?"

"I dunno." She paused and stared at me. "Not long." She looked up at me for a second, before she nestled against my bare chest again, shuddering theatrically. I hugged her closer.

"Not long enough." She murmured.

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Seth's POV

Thirteen and a half minutes later, I heard that familiar sound, a rumble that could only have been Jake's truck. And I sighed, tried to wake up from my daze.

"Max…" I leaned away and looked at her, she was dopey eyed, smiling, looking back up at me, "What're you so happy about?" She'd been terrified fifteen minutes ago.

"You smell nice." She muttered, then shook her head and cleared her little daze. "What?"

"I think Jake's here."

"Jake?" She was clearly confused.

"Mechanic? Cell phone…" The confusion cleared and she stared at me.

"Cool." She said softly. I liked her accent. It was soft, well rounded. Better than some I'd heard… in a way, I think I liked it better than the Cullen family's velvet tones. This was… softer. Malleable.

Or maybe it was just the imprint.

Slowly, I pulled my arm away from her, keeping the other around her shoulders, she leaned into my warmth. Her hair was soft on my skin, still damp, soaked from the rain, and it smelled nice. I felt the growl in my chest as someone approached the rental. Someone phased. There was silence, Max wouldn't hear, but the growling in my chest got louder, and Max looked at me, fear in her eyes.

I passed it off with a terrific hacking cough, and she settled again, back on my forearm, clinging onto the heat.

"Don't tell me I've made you ill, Seth," She smiled, putting her feet up on the headrest of the front seat.

"Doubt it." I grinned, "Been doing it a while," She nodded.

"At least it's not me. You're not allergic, or anything." There was silence between us, anonymous, friendly silence.

"I'm just going to go see if it is Jacob." She nodded, "You stay here."

"Oh. OK." I slid away from her, and for a second, she clung onto my fingers. "Seth?"

"Mm?" I was kind of preoccupied by the slim fingers clinging onto mine at that point.

"Be careful." I heard her. I didn't have to think twice. I leaned forward and rested my forehead against hers. Her breath caught in her chest but she was smiling.

"Don't worry." A small smile, I shifted slightly so our noses were touching. "You don't even know me, remember?"

I closed the car door behind me as she blinked. Had my jeans off in a flash, they sat on the roof of the rental. Phased before I could cough.

"Jake?" He appeared around the front of the rental. I was thankful for the rain, and the dead car, for that matter. If she'd been able to switch the windscreen wipers on… hoo, we'd be in trouble.

"Too right, Seth. You sure it's dead?"

"Yup." I mentally made the 'p' pop in my head. "Pity really… she'll have to return it. Might not come back… I might have to take it back for her…"

"Don't go making rash decisions. You imprinted. So fucking what?" Leah's voice joined us from nowhere. She howled in the forest and Jake tensed.

"Don't touch her to hurt her, Leah." He growled in his chest before I could think. "That's an injunction, right there." She howled loudly, and I phased back, almost immediately, knowing Max would get… worried. Jake was seconds behind me, running back to his truck to pull something on.

We laughed as we got back to the rental, Jake looking at my imprint fully as I pulled the door open and she ducked out.

"I heard the howling again… didn't sound too close this time," She said softly, a small smile lighting her face. Her hair was already plastering itself to her cheeks as the rain hit it, Jake was watching me, to see what I would do next.

"'S'alright," I put one arm around her, she leant into my warmth. "Nothing that'll hurt you."

"It's a wolf." She muttered. "Maybe more than one. But it won't hurt me." She looked up at me, "Alright."

"Hey…" Jake opened his mouth and she looked up at him, "I'm Jacob. Jake Black."

"Hi. Mackenzie. Max Scott" She smiled at him, he offered his hand. "You're bleeding." She muttered as she pulled back from the handshake, inspecting the blood on her fingers. "You might want to patch that up." He shrugged.

"I'll be alright in a minute." He grinned and curled his palm up, "What's wrong with the rental?"

"Dead." She muttered. "Completely."

"Everything?"

"No. Just the wipers." She rolled her eyes. "All dead, Jacob Black. Nothing working. Everything kaput."

"I like her. Glad you rescued her." He grinned and smiled at me.

There was silence for a second. I knew what he meant.

"Mackenzie," He turned to her, "Do you want to get into town, get something warm on, decent clothes or something?" She half looked at me, then back at Jake.

"Is there any way I can say yes without stranding one of you here?"

"I won't be stranded," Jake said softly, "Won't take me long to fix this up, I'm sure… and if it does, I'll just ring Seth," He pointed at me with his thumb, jerking his head at me, "And he'll come get me." He grinned and smiled.

She stretched up, trying to straighten herself out, and, as she did, her T-shirt stretched with her, revealing her stomach. I growled from my stomach and she looked at me.

No chance of turning that into a hacking cough, unfortunately.

"You 'kay, Seth?" She looked at Jake, he'd spoken, but she reached for me, shivering. Her cooler hand was incredible against mine as she gently pulled me towards her again. "I think she's cold." I put my arms around her without thinking. I wasn't supposed to enjoy this, was I?

It's incredible, how she feels… this is imprinting, I suppose…

"You can get off me now, if you really want," She said softly as Jake took his keys from his pocket, handed them to me.

"I'll call you later." Jacob smiled at Max and looked away as she watched me. "Don't push it past seventy," He called after me as I sat in the driver's seat. She sat beside me, drew her knees up onto the bench seat and watched as I drove.

"I'm taking you to La Push. It's a reserve…" She was nodding fervently. "Are you alright?"

"Very, very cold." She said softly.

"You just want a hug." I smiled at her, but she shook her head.

"I feel really, really cold."

Could you get hypothermia out here?

"I'll take you to the reserve, warm you up." She half smiled at that, and I reached down to blast up the heating for her. She groaned and held her hands out for the warm air. "Here…" I reached my arm around her, she shuddered against me. "Maybe I should take you to Forks… there's a doctor up there…" A vampire doctor, I reminded myself. Touché.

"No… no, I'm ok… just cold." she murmured, I pulled her closer, she mmm'd gently, closing her eyes.

"Don't sleep, Mackenzie," I tried to keep her awake. I'd just imprinted on her… what did I need to know about my soul mate?

"Won't." She retorted, smiling against my shoulder.

"Well then… can we play twenty questions?"

"How about five?" She said softly. "I want to sleep."

"You can't." She groaned.

"I want to."

"Well… let me get you home, first, please." I was pleading, and I could only hope she could hear that. She closed her eyes and waited. "Question one?"

"Question one." She nodded.

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen." This is good. I was physically about twenty one, right now, I guessed, "But my birthday's in about four days." Surprised me, but I wasn't going to complain.

"That's cool. Your question?"

"Same."

"About nineteen and a half." I grinned. I'd stopped growing when I'd hit seventeen. I think it was the accelerated-because-of-the-vampire-situation that matured me, then when it all blew over, it left me where I was. I seemed to have stopped generally aging… but now what happened? With my imprint?

"Cool." She snuggled up to me again. I could get used to this.

"Question two."

"Two." She echoed.

"Why're you here? In La Push, I mean?"

"Cause you drove me."

"You know what I mean." I grinned at her sheer cheekiness.

"Long story. Can I explain when I've slept?"

"Yeah," I muttered grudgingly. "OK, your question."

"Why're you so warm? You're too warm. You should be dead." She said softly. Her fingers curled around my wrist, felt my forehead.

"It's a long story." I replied softly. "How about I tell you when you've had some sleep?"

She let out a hollow laugh, and smiled at me.

"Fine." A small pause. "Question three?"

"Question three then." She watches me as I consider it. "Where'd you live in England?"

"London. Busy. Rainy. Bit naff. You never know… it was busy." she sighed and rolled her eyes. "Crap, really." She laughed softly. "Question three… What's La Push like?"

"Lovely." I answer honestly, "Rainy, but it gets sunny too. Life's good. We go cliff diving, every so often, and Jake's got bikes."

"Bikes?" She asks, suddenly intrigued, "And that's not question four."

"Motorbikes. And no, it's not."

We'd pulled up by Jake's house now, and she was drifting between sleep and sarcasm. I should probably take her in to Billy, but he wouldn't know what to do… I couldn't diagnose hypothermia… unless Renesmee and Bella were there, of course… because then Edward would be there… and that would be helpful. He knew some stuff…

I lifted her into my lap, then kicked open the door and alighted on the balls of my feet, carrying her, bridal style. If she woke up, she'd kill me.

Shit. She was asleep.

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