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"I started my period again, Carlisle." He stared at me.
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Leah's POV
I repeated it twice but he just shook his head. So, I told him all the lovely, happy details.
He was still at a complete loss for words.
"Impossible." he looked completely incredulous and it didn't take long for my anger to hit new and fantastic heights. "I didn't think this would happen-" he looked at me and smiled sheepishly, "Of course, I hoped for your sake that it would, but I think it's impossible… I-"
"Carlisle, I think I understand my body a little better than you." A long pause and he looked at me, "Supernatural creature, Carlisle," I indicated myself, "I think some supernatural shi-uh-stuff is happening and I could really use some help here." He nodded and steepled his fingers again, staring at me for a long minute.
"To be honest with you… I don't know what's going on, Leah." A short pause, "If you give me a couple of days to work out a few theories, I could get back to you, but I have to say that… you're one of a kind, Leah." A long, embarrassed pause, "But…" He looked away and picked up some of the books on his desk, piling them up so he didn't have to look at me. "I can't help you straight away. Give me the weekend to work out some theories."
Dissatisfied, I rose and threw the door open, walking straight into Emmet and finding myself on my arse within half a second. He held out his hand to me and I took it, he helped me to my feet and patted me on the head. It was all I could to not to punch him.
Emmet's POV
"Tell me you weren't." It wasn't even a question; it was a demand from the wolf-bitch. Oh no, don't get me wrong, I did love Leah in that freaky you-connect-with-my-wife-on-a-level-I-don't-understand way, but she was still technically our natural enemy.
"Weren't what?" I tried to be innocent, but I think the kick-ass grin on my face was giving me away.
"Eavesdropping." She said simply, and I had two options. I could tease her for the next forty seconds - as long as it would take for her to rip me apart, or I could lie through my teeth and hope she bought it. I chose living and lying.
"Damn, Leah, what do you take me for? I'm not a bad person. Rose wanted me to get her a hairbrush." I gestured vaguely to our room and she nodded, satisfied. Go Emmet! I couldn't help victory dancing in my head as I walked past her, ideas already forming in my mind.
Rose and I had actually discussed this, sad as we were - we had been curious as to why Leah had never been… happy, exactly, and when Jacob had kind of let it slip that she'd been menopausal for about four years at the time, well, we had a field day trying to work out why it was - Carlisle had been one hundred percent sure it was permanent in the beginning, so we never consulted him - when Carlisle decided something, it was decided, period.
I laughed at that, I have to admit, as I disappeared into our room and found the hairbrush sitting on Rose's dressing table. I held it between my fingers for a second and couldn't help pitying her. My poor baby would never have a kid to hold onto and love, but I know that Leah would let Rose look after any little one she decided to have… although admittedly, I don't know if I could handle my wife coming home and smelling like wolf-pup every damn night.
"You have got to be kidding me?" Rosalie's voice floated up from the kitchen, "Carlisle hadn't got a clue?"
"No, of course not - he said he thought it was impossible…"
"Well, he doesn't know much about animals-"
"Supernatural Creatures, please." Leah laughed and I smiled too, knowing Rose would be grinning from ear to ear. I spun the brush deftly between my fingers as I returned downstairs, hoping Rosalie wouldn't ask me why I had her brush.
I took three steps into the kitchen, nodded at Leah, Jasper and some other kid, and handed my wife the hairbrush. Only then did I pull the mother of all double takes. Score. Fresh meat. I went to speak but Leah shot me a look and Rosalie hit me with the brush. It would have hurt had I been human, and the kid in front of me winced slightly as it made a horrible cracking sound and split in half.
"Idiot!" Rosalie picked up the pieces of the brush and threw them in the bin. "Damn, now I'll need a new one." she folded her arms and shook her head at me - as if it was my fault.
"Rose, sweetheart, not my fault." She looked at me and I suddenly feared for my life. "Or maybe it was." Subject change. Quickly, please… I scanned my eyes around the room; they settled on the dark haired kid with stunning green eyes - ah, yes, the new kid on the block. "Who're you?" That came out a little… harsh.
"Evan. Evan Jackson." He nodded and Jasper burst out laughing and the kid, though, actually, he must have been at least nineteen, looked at him as though he was a space-case.
"Sorry. I love your accent." Rosalie looked at her 'twin' with pure disgust.
"Jasper, that's a little harsh, don't you think." Evan looked stunned that Rosalie was defending him, or at least, paying any attention to him at all. He swallowed loudly and blushed. Jasper tensed and shifted to open the window, Rosalie went to the cupboard, got a glass, poured out some water and handed it to Evan. He took it and looked at her, confused, "Gotta cool you off before Jasper has a heart attack." And… bloody hell, he smiled.
"Right… the whole, vampire thing." He nodded and drank the water down in about ten seconds, shuddering as he went cold. OK. This kid has just gone up in my estimation. He didn't look dumb enough to not understand, so it must have been that he either didn't care, or he was doing well at hiding being terrified. I think it was that he didn't care, because Jasper wasn't having an emo moment, or climbing up the walls or anything.
So, logically, therefore, this was Leah's imprint.
"Sweet." Everyone in the room was looking at me, so I must have said that aloud. It didn't have the reaction I expected, either - I guess I expected a high-five or two, but it went the other way - Rosalie crossed the room to stand in front of Leah, she'd moved to guard Evan and Jasper was suddenly at my side. "No, guys I meant…" I rolled my eyes and folded my arms, "I meant that's cool. You know, the whole… post 1970's teenage lexeme for cool…" Rosalie shook her head and laughed, sitting back down at the table and sighing thankfully.
"Damnit, Em'… I thought you were gonna kill him!" Leah punched my shoulder and I feigned severe injury, she laughed and Evan relaxed slightly. "Evan, this is Emmet. He's Rosalie's husband, and Jasper's 'brother'." He nodded and ran a hand through his hair; I smiled at him and looked at Jasper, wondering how much joy I could get from beating him at Call Of Duty on the Xbox in our living room. Jazz nodded and we offered Evan the choice to leave the ladies to their own devices. He took it quite happily. Until he realised we were going to beat him to a pulp. Strictly game-wise, of course.
Rosalie's POV
Leah watched nervously as Evan left the room sandwiched between my man-mountain of a husband, and the gorgeous southerner who masqueraded as my twin. I watched her, grinning as I recognised the symptoms of imprinting, grinning as she turned around and looked back at me.
"What?" We said in unison, and set about giggling.
Leah was one person I didn't have to be bitchy around. I think she sort of understood me, but I knew that now, she could join the mother's club and I would be the one left out in the cold. I closed my eyes and Leah put her hand on my forearm.
"It might…" She started, but lost her words halfway through, blushing, embarrassed. She looked at the floor and I knew I'd never need to hear it from her. She was probably the only person that understood me.
"Don't worry, Leah." I nodded at her and she smiled at me.
"What were you saying earlier?" She asked me a second later; I looked at her and smiled.
"Before you saw Carlisle?"
"Yeah." She nodded and looked out of the window again. "I know he's doing his best and everything, but… I thought he'd be able to help me a little better than he did-"
"Carlisle's been convinced from the beginning that the wolves were a medical oddity, you know, with the whole extra chromosomes thing." She nodded and closed her eyes, as though she was letting the situation wash over her quietly, "He was sure that you weren't gonna… you know, get your period back. And the thing is, convincing Carlisle he's wrong is a bit like the proverbial rock and hard place. Except, you know, Carlisle's tougher than a rock…" She laughed as I spoke and shook her head.
"So what did you think?"
"Personally, I didn't have a clue whether you'd get it back either. I hoped you would, because, you know, we'd been through the whole bitter-old-women-when-we're-only-technically-nineteen thing, and I reckoned you could do with some happiness…" She blushed dark and looked away again, "but it was Emmet who came up with the best theory." She smiled and looked at me, tilted her head slightly, waiting for me to continue. "He reckoned as soon as you imprinted, you'd be able to have kids again."
"Why though?" She asked softly, her fingers sliding up into her hair.
"Because that way, you'd know you weren't having kids with the wrong person. Your imprint would be the one who, y'know… would be able to support you and look after you… he'd care for you." I smiled to myself, glad I was finally getting this through to someone. She nodded slowly and her smile grew too. "It's sort of… an insurance thing, y'know?"
"You mean… so I can't fuck up again?"
"Sort of." She smiled and stood up, going to get a can of soda. I stood up and joined her by the fridge; she turned to look at me and smiled sadly.
"Rose… I'm really sorry." She bit her bottom lip guiltily and looked at the floor.
"Don't be!" I laughed, "Leah, I'm happy for you." She looked like she didn't believe me though. "Honestly, Leah." She laughed and shook her head.
"You don't have to pretend-"
"I'm not pretending!" I squeezed her hand gently and went to hug her. I think for the first time she pushed me away.
"Good." A short pause, "Because I want you to know that as soon as I have a kid… I want you to be there… like… the godmother, you know?" Jasper must have nearly exploded with excitement, because I was only just holding it in.
"If I could blush, I would." I whispered as I crushed her in a hug. "Thank you, Leah." She smiled at me and opened the soda, returning to the table.
"Not yet though." She grinned, "I've only just met him."
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A/N: Please review and let me know how I did... :P I'm really glad you all like it... so i'd appreciate more feedback...
So, clearly, Carlisle would never make it in VetSchool.
Clearly Emmet is far more perceptive than we could ever imagine.
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