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

I am, however, quite in love with werewolves.

Hope you enjoy this.

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My imprint? Cullen… I'll be having words with you, Edward!

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Seth's POV

"Where's the dog?" She groaned as she looked up at me, wrapped in a blanket, colour returned to her face along with a wide smile, "When did you get back?"

"Back?" I stare at Edward, Renesmee takes two steps towards me and brushes her hand against my elbow as she passes, showing me the memory.

"He's gone to the store, he won't be long."

"I wanted to thank him. He's so sweet." She blushed, "What was that thing on my legs?"

"Dog. And a fluffy blanket. He thought it would keep you warm." Edward smiled. Strangely, for a human, she didn't recoil.

"Oh, I was only five minutes. I needed to go to the store for my mom."

"Oh." She closed her eyes, "Well… I wanted to say thank you…" Another small smile as she rose. Billy shook his head at her and she took her seat again.

"You're welcome." I said back.

Jake looked at me.

"I had to take the rental back for her. It was totally busted." She smiled at him there, and I felt a surge of jealousy. "All your stuff's at his place." He grinned, jerked his thumb at me, and then turned to face me, "I said you'd take her wherever she wanted."

"Thanks, again." She said.

"I've got to go and check on…" he trailed off and shot a look at Renesmee. "Dad, you want to give me a hand with those bikes. Nessie said she wanted a go." Bella laughed at Edward's expression.

"We'll leave you to it, I think." She nudged him and pulled him from the room. "Bye Mackenzie… Seth."

"Goodbye, Bella, Edward…" She rose again, "Thank you so much… for helping me out." He grinned at her, Bella offered her hand. They shook in silence. "I hope I see you again."

"I'm sure you will."

They left us in silence. Max looked at me, watching me with a small smile.

"Seth… I-"

"Don't… you don't have to say anything." She laughed quietly.

"I wasn't going to say anything." She muttered, then, "So… your family pet's half wolf?"

"Yeah."

"Was a cutie…" She grinned, "Soft fur. Same colour as your hair." She smiled a little wider. "You didn't have to, you know."

"Do what?"

"Look after me."

"I did. I wasn't going to leave you." I realised I was still hovering by the doorway. "Can I come and…" I gestured awkwardly.

"No problems." she shifted over from me, so I had space to sit down. "Um… Seth?" She turned to look at me; I folded my arms and looked back at her. Awkwardness ensued in… quite a large amount.

"Yeah."

"We never finished playing."

"Playing?" For a second I was confused. "You mean… in the truck?"

"Yeah. We only got to question three." She smiled. "And…" Closing her eyes, she looked determinedly away from me, "I'm kind of cold again."

Oh, dear god. I don't need telling twice.

I wrap my arms around her and she sighs.

"Well… question four then?" she asked.

"OK… question four." I stopped for a second. "What do you want for your birthday?"

"I… want…" She closed her eyes. "I'm happy, to be honest with you. Just happy to be here."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I like my life, to be honest. Nothing's been a problem until today."

"Can my question five be why?"

"Can I answer it later if I answer it truthfully?"

"Sure."

"Then OK." She closed her eyes. "My question four, for you, is… what're you scared of?"

"It used to be living without love." I whispered involuntarily. "But… that changed."

"When?" She looked at me, "and if you want, that can be my question five."

"It changed today." I said softly, not meeting her eye. She blushed and looked away.

"You don't know me."

"You'd be surprised what I know." I closed my eyes then, looked away.

"Seth?" She said softly, "Game over." I looked at her. Her face matched her tone, concern, curiosity, rather than the fury I expected. "What aren't you telling me? You don't have to, at all… but-"

"You never answered my question two." I blurt, remembering it from the journey in earlier. "Game resumed." she smirked lightly.

"Cheeky, you are."

"I've been told." A small pause. "Well?"

"What was your question?"

"Why're you here… in La Push?"

"Well… I was kind of…" She looked at the floor, blushing. She let out a burst of self-deprecating laughter and folded her arms. "I was… gonna try and do a road trip. All across America - like Kerouac… only my own route." She stopped. "Stupid, eh?"

"To be honest? No." I said softly. "It's a brilliant idea. If you've got a decent rental."

"I don't want to do it any more." She blurted then, as I went to put an arm around her. She let me hold onto her for a minute, and then looked up at me.

"Why not?"

"Herein lies the answer to question five."

"Oh."

"Will you answer my question two… truthfully, if I… spill?" she whispered.

"I… don't know if I can." I muttered.

"Please?" She said. "If you're… really ill or something… I could try and help."

"It's not that." She grinned then, relieved. "You have to answer first."

"Oh… alright." A small sigh. "Well… I kind of like it here." She stopped. "I'd be staying in my car, but I could live here." She grinned, "The problem… was…" I let my breath catch in my throat, "I couldn't leave. Because of… someone. I just don't want to go."

I smiled at her. Her face went bright pink, and she would not meet my eye. I don't think it was a decision, either. She was just too embarrassed.

"Mackenzie…" I started, not exactly sure of my direction. "I… if it's because of-"

"It kind of is." she stuttered "But I don't want to be…"

"You're not." I blurted. It was a mutual feeling. But I didn't dare tell her. "You want to hear my answer to question two?"

"Yeah." She said with a smile.

So I told her. Well… I told her the Quileute legend I remembered hearing a couple of years ago, from Billy Black, and Old Quil. She watched me for a minute.

"Can't you say anything else?" She asked quietly.

"Not really." She frowned.

"Oh." She curled her hand around my wrist and pulled me toward her. "So I kind of… have to guess it?"

"We're gonna end up playing twenty questions again, aren't we?" She laughed loudly.

"I don't think it's going to come to that." she drummed her fingers on my wrist, watching me for what felt like an age. "Nineteen questions, maybe… but not twenty."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Do you want something to eat?" I blurted suddenly, aware that if I didn't speak, she'd be bombarding me with awkward questions in seconds. "I can take you back to my place, make you something acceptable?"

"Sure." She smiled widely and I got lost in her eyes again. Two minutes later, I realised she was waiting for me to move. I held out my hand as I got up. She took it and the coolness of her skin burned as she curled her fingers around mine.

What's going on? Am I goofy Seth, or Chivalrous Seth or Brave Seth or Nice Seth today, or what?

"Thanks." She said softly as I opened my car door for her. "You gonna…" She left the words hanging in the air, so I employed the standard shut-her-up technique, and wrapped my arms around her. She felt my warmth and mmm'd again, then closed her eyes and looked at me.

"You're doing that on purpose."

"What?"

"Stunning me with your warmth." I laughed. "Gotcha." She smiled back.

"Dangit." She grinned. "You wanna play, uh, nineteen questions, now, don't you?"

"You've got as much right to ask me questions as I do you." She said softly. "As many as you want."

"Oh." I stared for a second, straight out of the windshield. "Well, alright."

"Question one," She said softly, "You're descended from the Quileute tribe, right?"

"Yes." She nodded, "Question One, your hair always brown?"

"Nope. It's kind of… rusty brown, usually." She smiled. "I never told anyone that."

"You have now." I braked at the lights nobody ever pays attention to, just so I could extend my time alone with her. "Your second question?"

"Is it… dangerous? Hypothetically, I mean."

"Clarify… it."

"You know… Actually. Don't worry. I think I know." She was a damn sight more perceptive than I gave her credit for.

"Know what?" She went to speak. "That's not my question two."

"Well, then, I won't answer until the game's over."

"Fine." I retorted. She blushed but set her jaw.

"Fine." A pause. "Your question two."

"Chocolate Chip cookies or Gingerbread cookies?" WHAT?

"Uh… chocolate chip?" She now thing's you're a freak, dog-boy. Congratulations.

"Good." My favourite too.

"OK… um…" She looked down at the floor, I realised my trainers were still sitting on the passenger side floor. "Well… Hyopthetically, Is it hard to cope with?"

"If I'm thinking of the right it," I muttered, "then no, it's alright, really. Hypothetically, You get used to it. And, hypothetically, it means you can run around shirtless all day..."

"Right." She nodded. "Hypothetically, of course."

"Would it matter?"

"What?"

"If it was hard to cope with, would it matter?"

"Not really. If that's… hypothetical. I tend to be happy with people. As long as they're honest…" She paused and grinned. "Hypothetically, of course."

The lights changed, and I gunned the engine. It roared as I took off, and I growled. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and slightly scared. I sighed and turned the corner, throwing my arm around her shoulders. She relaxed visibly but still folded her arms.

Was she mad? Had I said something wrong? Was it the growl?

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A/N: Please review and let me know how I did... :P

Yes, twas a similar conversation to that of Edward and Bella… but I didn't realise that until halfway through! Haha…

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