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Hope you enjoy this.

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"Screw 'em." He breathed, gently nipping at my collarbone.

Too right. Screw 'em.

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Evan's POV

I stood by Leah's shoulder, my arms folded tightly, trying to keep my face set, trying not to panic as I looked up at the huge, white mansion that was staring right back at me. I swallowed loudly and Leah looked at me, smiling lightly and taking my hand, locking her fingers with mine, making me feel just a little bit more relaxed.

Jacob, the tall, strapping young man, I laughed to myself as I thought about it, looked at me and offered a smile, nodding his head slightly, indicating it was all going to be alright. He started stepping toward the house and Leah looked at me again.

"What's wrong?" She murmured, rubbing her hand down my arm and pulling me closer to her, "Problem?"

"Nah," I looked down at her for a longer second, pressing my forehead against hers. "No problem at all." But there was a little bit of a problem brewing in my chest.

I followed her up the pathway and kicked my shoes off as we stood on the front porch of the house. Leah raised her hand to grip the knocker and the door swung open. I nearly had a heart attack.

"H-hi!" I said, in a falsely cheerful, squeaky voice, severely intimidated by the tall, gorgeous man standing in front of me. I turned to look at Leah and blinked at her, extremely slowly.

My problem amplified slightly.

"Leah," The bloke said in his soft, melodious voice, sounding a little bit accusatory, "What do you want?"

"I'm here, Edward, to see Carlisle." He looked at me for a second; staring at me as though her was trying to read my mind. After a long minute, I was treated to a curt inclination of the head and he let me pass through the doorway.

I immediately noted the too-calm atmosphere in the house. Another bloke was sitting on the stairs, headphones in his ears, his foot tapping to music I couldn't hear. Leah skidded up to him on the shiny floor and wrapped him in a hug, whispering something I couldn't hear.

I coughed lightly and she pulled away from him, he looked up at me and grinned.

"Hey!" He had a slightly southern accent. "How are you?"

"I'm alright, I suppose-" He thrust his hand out at me.

"I'm Jasper, Jasper Hale." He spoke quickly, as though he was desperate to impress me, to fit in. I looked at Leah; she raised her eyebrows and nodded. "Nice to meet you."

"Thanks. I'm Evan. Evan Jackson." I couldn't resist mimicking the speech patterns of the Southerner. He smiled at me again and I was struck by the fact that, not unlike the other guy, he was pretty good looking. Well, I say pretty, I mean damn.

"You're Leah's… imprint?" I nodded, smiling simply. "That's fantastic, you know, we never thought she'd move on from Sam, but-"

"I'm sure you didn't, Jasper," Leah elbowed him and he pretended he was in pain. I laughed along with him and grinned at Leah, she winked back at me. "But I have now, and it's bloody brilliant." She grinned and smiled at me, I put my arm around her shoulders and she kissed my cheek.

"OK, that was too much." Jasper grinned at her and clapped me on the back. "Carlisle's in his study, if you wanna go see him, Leah?" He looked at me and smiled, "You want a drink?" I was suddenly incredibly thirsty.

"Yeah, go on then." I nodded and he grinned again. This bloke was bloody smiley.

"Come with me then. I'll introduce you to everyone else." I followed him into the kitchen and he threw me a beer from the fridge, lifting himself easily to sit on top of the counter. "So, Evan… you're from London?"

"Yeah," I smiled at him. "'Maybe it's because' and all that." I rolled my eyes and he laughed.

"How did Leah find you?" He asked, somewhat nonchalantly, although he looked a little as though he was reluctant to be asking.

"Mackenzie's ex." I pulled a face. "Before she met Seth." He made a face that was part realisation, part -oh-shit-I-really-shouldn't-have-said-anything. "Seriously, Jasper, it's fine." I tried to smile but my jaw had set. Reflexively I took a sip of the beer and looked at the floor. It was quite a nice floor.

"Sorry, man," He raised an eyebrow apologetically and smiled at me.

"'S alright." I looked back up at him. "So… who was the dude that opened the door?"

"Oh, that's Edward. He's my brother." I nodded.

"Why did he look so mad to see me and Leah?"

"They have a… history." I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, God, no, not like that!!!" He laughed, "When Jacob first imprinted on Nessie - that's Edward's daughter, Leah was very pro the connection, Edward, obviously, was very protective over her-"

"Daughter?" I paused, "But he's only, what, nineteen?"

"Well-" He looked at me for a little bit longer, "Didn't Leah tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Now he was the one looking as awkward as I felt.

"Oh, it's nothing," He said softly. "It's just that…" He stopped and smiled at me, "It's kind of Leah's place to tell you-"

"What?" I pressed, getting seriously annoyed now.

"We don't age-"

"What?"

Leah's POV

I grinned at Jasper as he half-dragged Evan into the kitchen, smiling wildly as I took the stairs three at a time.

"Ewww!" I turned at Rosalie's voice, "Look what the cat dragged in!" I laughed and she held out her arms for a hug. We had been friends ever since our combined anti-Edward's opinion effort when Bella was pregnant. It was strange, but we'd bonded over such a small thing. It kind of sucked that now that might change because of what was happening to me. We hugged each other and she drew away, sniffing the air. "Why do you smell like stale bloo-" Her eyes widened and realisation dawned in a brick-to-the-face way. "Oh, my God. You restarted?!" She clapped her hands gleefully and I looked at her.

"You're… happy about that?" I offered quietly, she nodded wildly and hugged me again.

"This is brilliant!" She kissed me on the cheek and smiled at me again. "You still stink of wolf, but at least I can be aunty to another lovely kid!" she was insanely happy. This was mental.

I found I had wrapped my arms around her again and hugged her again, even tighter than before.

"Aw! Rose, of course!" I grinned, "But that might be a while away yet. I only-" I trailed off into silence and she turned her head slightly, questioning me with her eyes.

"You only what?" she grinned, teasingly, trying not to laugh. Realisation hit her like a brick again and her eyes swelled about as wide as a CD. "Oh. Oh, my. You-" I slammed my hand over her mouth before she could speak any more.

"Speak and I'll rip you limb from limb." I hissed angrily. She laughed through my hand and shook her head. "You won't speak?" She shook her head. "Good." I lowered my hands and she relaxed.

"But you did?" She repeated, "Seriously?" I nodded, blushing bright pink. "God. If that's why…" She looked like things were clicking in her brain, very, very quickly. I looked at her, tilting my head slightly. "Go and see Carlisle. I'm sure he's waiting for you."

"What? Rose, what were you -"

"You'll see." She smiled and patted me on the shoulder, "I'll be in the kitchen. I think I heard Jasper down there-" she trailed off and almost floated down the stairs, grinning inanely.

"OK." I nodded hurriedly and almost ran down the hallway to Carlisle's office. I knocked softly on the door and jolted as a voice spoke from behind me.

"Wellity, wellity wellity. Who have we got here?"

"Fuck off, Emmet. I'm busy."

"Course." He nodded but didn't move. "You reek." He said softly, "Of blood."

"Oh, Fuc-"

The door opened and Carlisle stood, looking at me happily for a long second.

"Emmet, would you leave us alone for a while? Leah has something to discuss with me." Emmet looked at me for a long minute, poked his tongue out cheekily and disappeared. "Would you like to come in, Leah?"

"Thanks, Dr. Cullen."

"Leah, we've been over this a million times. You don't have to call me that." I nodded, blushing bright pink. He let me pass him and I sat down in the comfy, squashy chair opposite his desk. "Call me Carlisle." He smiled as he sat down opposite me, arcing his fingers and leaning forward on the desk. "Well, what's up?"

I took a deep breath and looked at him, he was smiling softly at me, waiting for me to continue. I blushed again and looked at the floor, then forced myself to look at him and opened my mouth, trying to get the words out.

"I started my period again, Carlisle." He stared at me.

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What's Evan's Problem?!?!

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