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Maybe I was just nervous? Maybe my brain knew something I hadn't realised yet… I didn't know. I just couldn't wait to see her again.

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Leah's POV

I went over to Jake's with Max to check her email - our internet had been screwed up for the past month or so - someone, namely Embry, had chewed through the wire. OK, so he had been drunk and phased, but you would expect him to have some kind of common sense? He owed us thirty dollars now. Seth kept hounding him for it, pardon the pun, but he wasn't coughing up.

I slid my fingers through my hair as she typed furiously, her thirteen-character password pissing me off as she spelled it wrong the first time.

"Damnit, Max! Don't you know your own passw-?"

"Oh, shut up!" She groaned. "I'm in now, give me a second." I watched the mouse skirt over the 'New Mails' button, she double clicked it and deleted all the spam, then searched through a couple of blog updates and a newsletter to see if she could find and email from Evan.

There was one. I was bouncing up and down for joy as I saw his name.

"Leah…" She looked up at me, a dark blush forming on her face. "C-could I… read this one from my parents first?" I nodded and went to wait, relaxing back on Jake's bed. She looked at me and jerked her head towards the door. "In private?"

There was a long silence and I nodded, slightly irritated, got up and went down to the kitchen.

"I'll come back in a couple of minutes, alright?"

"Don't worry," Max murmured, "I'll print it off and bring it down. It'll let us plan." She grinned and a few minutes later, she joined me, her eyes slightly red, and her cheeks damp.

"Well?"

"Here." She handed me the piece of paper. I read over it and smiled to myself. He would be here in a day or two. I could meet my imprint, I could finally meet him. My heart was flipping over and over, I couldn't believe it, it was fantastic.

"I can't wait. You'll have to drive me! This is fantastic! I can't believe-"

"I'm going to go on my own." She cut me off and I felt sick.

"What?!"

"I'm going to ease him into this, Leah. If he comes here and you just appear as a wolf, I think he'd die."

"But you're bound by the pack-"

"I won't tell him. That's your job. But I need to talk to him… to explain… something, first of all." That was reasonable, but I wasn't sure if I could stay away for so long.

"But surely-"

"I… I have to, Leah." She folded her arms, "I've known him since I was five. I have to do this." She looked at me, knowing what I was about to say, "On. My. Own." She said, almost angrily.

"Uh…" I didn't have a clue what to say. Her fingers drummed on the table for a few seconds and I realised she wouldn't let up, that she wasn't going to let it drop. "Fine." I growled and she looked at me. "I saved your life, remember." I added childishly.

"Oh, shut up. We're even, alright?" She added, "Anyway, you'd never have imprinted if-"

"Alright." I knew when I was beaten.

"Thank you." She nodded and smiled at me. "Thanks, Leah. Seriously."

Evan's POV

I rubbed my shoulder nervously and lifted my guitar higher onto the trolley. I didn't really expect Max to turn up, to be honest, I thought I would get a cryptic email and have to follow a million clues to find her - like they do in the movies.

Thirteen hours. Thirteen stupid hours on a plane, because of that fucking jet stream headwind being stronger than usual, and a stupid plane change in bloody… oh, to complex. I was half-asleep by the time I'd got off the plane, completely lost in a sea of nodding and simple answers, the murmur of the crowd and an immense headache which I was sure was caused by jetlag. My stomach ache had worsened slightly since I had got in the air too, going from a dull ache to full on soreness. Bloody hell.

I looked up at the row of people, you know, the ones that are always there, the ones that are watching for their husbands to come home, or the blokes in dark suits with sunglasses that scream MI6 at you ridiculously loudly. And she was there. Her eyes were cast up at the clock, her hair twisted around her shoulders, all over the place.

She was wearing a hoodie I recognised immediately - because it was mine, old, oversized and bright blue. Her hands were shoved deep into the pockets and I smiled wryly, because she's had that jumper for two years now, since we first got together. I saw the stitches in her forehead and nearly ran to her, kissed her forehead and held her for an age. But I held it together for a few seconds longer.

"Mac!" I settled for yelling her name out loud, it came out more surprised and hopeful than I had hoped, but it was wonderful to see her face crack into a huge smile.

After a long silence, I navigated through the long corridor of people and met her at the end of it. She practically jumped on me and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tight.

"Evan!" She said from buried somewhere within the folds of my jacket. "I can't believe you actually came!" She let go of me for a second and I looked down in her eyes.

"I've missed you-"

"Evan, please, I need to-"

"I can't believe you left without telling me-"

"I-" I cut her off with a soft kiss on the lips; she responded almost violently, her hands wrapping themselves into my hair and holding me tight. She groaned and I stared at her as I pulled away, grinning like a loon.

"I'm your boyfriend, Mac… you should have let me know."

And her fingers relaxed their grip on my hair. I knew something was wrong almost immediately and my face must have fallen.

"Mac?" She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then looked at me for a longer second. It stretched out forever, I think I… I think I lost everything in that second. "Mac," I had to force her to look at me, to physically move her face to stare into her eyes. "Mac, tell me, please…"

"I…" That's when I snapped.

"I got onto a plane for nothing, didn't I?" I said angrily, suddenly furious, "Mac, you've just led me on… halfway across the fucking planet, haven't you?"

"Evan, I-"

"Please…" I looked at her, my heart pounding in my chest. "Mackenzie-" She wouldn't look at me. "Right." I grabbed all of my stuff, shoved the trolley in front of me and started to walk. "Where are you parked?"

"I…" She looked at me. "What?"

"I'm going to beat the shit out of whoever thinks you're available." I said simply. "I assume you're staying with him… right?"

"No, Evan, plea-" She had started to hurry after me, so I stopped and turned to slam a finger to her lips. She looked stunned that I was so close to her, I curled my arm around her waist and pressed my lips to hers again. "Oh…" She froze in her tracks and shuddered in my arms.

"You said you were mine." I whispered, "Three weeks ago, you said you'd always be mine."

"I meant it." She whispered. My fingers slid down the curve and hollow of her cheeks, and her eyes fluttered involuntarily. She leaned against my hand and I closed my eyes. "I really did."

Her fingers very slowly pulled mine away from her cheeks and she pulled an apologetic face.

"You have to understand, Evan…" She chewed her bottom lip and stared into the middle distance for a long minute before looking into my eyes and pulling me closer to her, whispering into my ear. "You need to understand."

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I wrapped my hands around the coffee mug and stared into the brown liquid.

"Are you telling me you just… don't love me any more?" I whispered, petrified that she would nod and tell the truth. She took the mug from my hands and laid it down on the table, taking my hands between hers.

"I do love you, Evan." She murmured, and I had to believe her. Her lips curved into a small smile and she leaned forward to press her lips gently to my cheek. "But… it's a long, long story…"

"Five days, Mac. You've been away for five days." Her fingers tightened around mine. I sighed and looked away. "Honestly, Mac… what could've changed in five days?"

She pulled me towards her again; touching her lips to my cheek so softly and sweetly that I shook inside.

She was leaving me, and this was her way of telling me - running away and making me follow her.

I had always followed her - I tried to get into Nottingham because she was my girlfriend, I wanted to be with her and love her forever, because… she loved me, and I knew I'd be lost without her.

My fingers drummed on the table as she pulled away, I knew tears were going to spring up in my eyes, and I wrenched myself away from her, ran to the men's and locked myself in a cubicle for ten minutes, just sat, with my head in my hands, waiting for the pain to pass. My stomach ache intensified and I groaned, closing my eyes, waiting for it to go.

I sighed as I pushed the men's room door open and strode back to Mac. She looked up at me, wide-eyed and fearful, her blue eyes swimming with tears.

"I-"

"Don't." I said simply. "You want me to meet him, so I will." I lowered my voice and looked away, down at my empty coffee cup. I'd do it. Just to make her happy.

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