Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight universe, Stephenie Meyer does.

And pretty much all other characters, including Freddie and Maribel, belong to the universe created by the talented yay4shanghai! She is amazing, and you'll have to read her stories to understand this. I want to thank her for allowing me to write this, and also helping by betaing it.

I also recommend you read the other spin-offs by liljenrocks, ari11990, AsagariMelody, Guzhong, twihardcaligurl, Dll10, and intiMACYx33. They're great, and worth reading!

This story takes place during 100 Years of Solitude... Okay, Maybe Just Five. Also, this part of the story takes place in Ecuador, therefore the characters are all speaking Spanish.

I want to thank my fabulous and absolutely amazing beta, yay4shanghai, for being awesome with me and having so much patience for my terrible writer's block!

Chapter Seven – Two Words I've Wanted To Say

August 5th 2038

My world was a bright pool of golden rays of sun; no corner was untouched by the happiness consuming me. I couldn't stop smiling even in wolf form; my soul was dancing and calling out in pure happiness, finally rejoicing in the fact that I knew Maribel.

I had comforted her, and she climbed into my lap, and I just held her. We didn't speak at all; I just rocked her back and forth, until she stopped hiccupping. She fell asleep in my arms, and my mind reeled as I thought of those moments, her heartbeat matched mine, she was pressed against my chest, her skin felt like that of a porcelain doll. A faint blush trailed her cheek.

It was when she started huffing and panting that I released her from my hold, letting her lean body roll under the soft cotton sheets of her bed. I tucked her in, my lips lightly pressing her wild mass of curls. She had stirred a little, mumbling an incoherent word or two under her breath, before settling down.

She looked peaceful as she slept, her soft lips were plump and pouty, her soft eyelids, add the halo of light that radiated from her at all times, she was an angel. It had pained me when I had to leave, but I would be back the next night. She knew that, hopefully.

I would try to convince her tomorrow of how much I really did adore her, how much I craved for her safety and needed it… I wanted her to know, to an extent, that it tortured me when I had to leave her alone.

I knew that she loved her mother, that was evident in the way she spoke of her, so strong and confident and sure, but there was a hint of sorrow in her sweet Spanish words. When she spoke of her father, there was more of a… yearning, in her. As though she wished she could know him as well she did her mother, but could only love him with what she knew.

I could see she was fairly happy, which would bring me some ray of hope in a tunnel of darkness if she turned down my offer to come to La Push.

My thoughts digressed as La Push entered my mind. I knew that if she did or did not agree, I would hopefully persuade her to by the end of the week. I could reason with her every minute on the minute… I was hoping that she wouldn't ask or tell me to leave; I wouldn't be able to say no to her no matter what she wanted.

But if she did agree, I was hoping that I could ask my sister, Soledad, to let us stay with her, for at least the time being. I didn't want to be a burden on her, now that she had a newfound happiness and way of life with Randy.

Another peak of happiness encased me as I thought of them. Randy Dru, possibly the most upbeat, happiest person in Washington, is and has been completely in love with my sister for all of her life. He's been doting and has followed her around with a Goddess like devotion. I was surprised, and yet couldn't have been more delighted when Soli called me with news of her finally accepting Randy.

I phased quickly as I neared my own apartment. When I reached my door, I was once again greeted by the scent of fresh sex, though Valeria was gone and from what I heard Hector was asleep. I felt a small tremor roll down my back before I breathed deeply, closing my eyes and thinking of Maribel… Her spicy scent played around in my mind, and sent a wave of peace through me before I stepped inside, holding my breath as I made my way to my own room.

Flipping out my phone, I punched in Soli's number. It rang twice before she picked up, her greeting was breathy and lighter than I'd expect, even considering Randy into her life. I laughed before greeting her back. I could hear Randy's soft murmur to her in the back round, a voice that had flashbacks of my childhood flashing before me; I hadn't talked to him or Annie in so long.

"How are things going, Freddie?"

"Things are… well," I didn't know whether that was understatement, or an overstatement, "But I have some very big news." There was a pause on the other end of the line before she spoke.

"Well, are you going to tell me this news?" she said finally, wryly.

"I'm coming back, to La Push, I mean…" I could hear her intake or surprise on the other end of the line. "A life of traveling, of academia, is just not for me. I love La Push, I want to go back home." It was a lie, but I didn't feel guilty. It was necessary.

"Are you fucking kidding? Freddie, you've wanted to do what you're doing now your whole damn life! What's with the change of heart?" Her words were spoken with an angry passion, but I could understand why.

As children, we both yearned to get out into the world, we both knew that there was a place and time for us beyond the confines of the tiny reservation, and were ecstatic when mom and dad announced our move, glad to finally get our dream recognized.

Soledad's imprint drew her back to La Push, and I knew she would rather die now, than go away from her Randy, and my heart swelled for that, but she would want me, to at least accomplish what I've wanted for so long.

I only had to convince her that what I wanted now, was more important, it overshadowed all else… I was not sacrificing anything; I was willingly giving it up for her.

"Soli, you need to understand that right now, things are changing for me. I see things differently. I need to go home, for my own sanity and wellbeing." Technically, none of that was a lie. I did see the world differently, and if I didn't bring Maribel to the safest place I could think of, I would be giving up my sanity.

"Anyway, I was just wondering if you and Randy would be willing to share your apartment, just for a little while, of course."

"Of course you can, Freddie. If you really insist that you're not interested in a life of academics… we'll be happy to share the apartment." I could hear the smile in her voice, and grinned as well.

"Thanks, Soli! That means a lot." As I finished speaking, I heard the hallway creak, and could sense the light footsteps of Valeria. My hand clenched around my small phone. "I'd better go… some things are calling me to attention."

After we said our goodbyes, I flung my phone onto my bed, striding into our main room.

The door was opening, and Valeria poked her head through. I scoffed at her as she saw me. Her eyes widened in shock, a sense of dread suddenly radiated from her body as she stiffed.

She stood straighter, ducking through the door with her shameful eyes to the floor. "Freddie, what are you doing awake at this hour at night?" Her voice trembled as she spoke, and she sounded weak, scared.

"Couldn't sleep… But I could ask the same of you… Actually, I was wondering what you were doing in Hector and I's apartment?" I said in a condensing way, leaning forward with a patronizing look of interest on my face.

She winced as she crossed her arms over her chest. She drifted to our table, patterns of the moonlight falling across her skin in different patterns as she moved… The shadow she cast stretched long across the carpet; it creepily bounced around with her movements.

"Ju haf no clue, not one, of how difficult this is for Hector and me! We are guilt. We feel terrible," she cried, thrusting her hands with each syllable spoken, trying to get her meaning across. She was speaking English, I assumed so Hector wouldn't understand if he were to hear.

"But you know you're both hurting each other, and everyone else involved? I thought you and Aldo married so that you wouldn't have to fear your father's protest?" I hissed, speaking in fluent Spanish, if Hector were to hear me, it didn't matter… He should hear this as much as Valeria.

"My father beat me. It was the only way to escape him… Aldo adores me, maybe, but do I adore him? No." She spoke Spanish as well, her words running together into one as she got herself worked up. I wasn't too shocked to find that her father beat her, although I'd never come to that conclusion.

She flinched when Aldo sometimes reached up to part her hair, and didn't get too close to anybody. She was very timid around people, her eyes always downcast.

"Valeria, I am sorry your father hit you. If I would have met you before this, I would have saved you. But you cannot keep on living like this, pretending that you love Aldo." I said firmly. A tear escaped the corner of her eye; it ran down her cheek until rolling across her lips, it pooled on the indent of her chin before dripping onto her shirt.

"I think… I know what I must do… But I can't begin to think of it yet." Her hands fluttered around her body after she spoke, before falling uselessly to her sides.

"Well, try," I growled.

"I will." She bit her lip, looking longingly over my shoulder. Her whole body leaned forward, but her feet stayed planted to her spot. Finally, she turned, heading to the door. As she exited, I shook my head with some regret.

If only I could be here for the emotional drama and hurt to come…

As I ran to Maribel's place the next morning, I was feeling quite hopeful for the rest of the day. I didn't know what she'd think of me if she found out I watched her during the day, and I didn't particularly want to find out.

She was in her bedroom, I saw, as I perched on the tree, painting her nails. Her eyelashes were brushing her cheek, they were curled perfectly. Her brilliant eyes were downcast, measuring each stroke of her brush…

The color was a bright yellow; she was painting over a sky blue. I was fascinated with the way she was so concentrated, so focused on not getting one speck of the paint on her skin. She breathed a huge sigh after she finished, and lay down on her stomach. Her palms were balanced in front of her, her long fingers stretched out.

Her willowy legs were crossing and uncrossing behind her as she gently blew on her hands. I leaned forward until I was balanced dangerously on the branch, trying to get a better view of her.

The binds pulling me towards her tightened, almost dragging me forward as I deftly leapt off of the tree. I took three great leaps across the lawn, my body sailing accordingly so I could reach the house in time so no one would see me.

I knew I was taking a chance by visiting her in broad daylight, where someone could knock on her door at any moment, but a part of me didn't care… The bindings were suffocating almost, and my eyes itched to see her.

I latched my fingers onto the deck and climbed up swiftly. Her window was unlatched, and I could see her tilt her head up to catch a breeze that was blowing through. I hooked my fingers over the sill and let my body lurch forward and into the room within a millisecond.

Maribel's eyes widened as she saw me, and then she gasped before leaping up. "Freddie, what are you doing here now? How could you get in without being seen?" she asked in rapid, low Spanish. I just shook my head at her questions.

"I'm quick, I suppose you could say." I smiled at her crookedly before taking a little step forward, holding out my arms. She smiled at me widely before falling into them.

"I was thinking about what you said," she whispered slowly, and I let her go. She fell onto the bed, laying down with her hands on her stomach. I mimicked her movements and turned my head so we were staring in the other's eyes.

"And?"

"I was wondering… I mean…" she took a deep breath fidgeting under my gaze. "Freddie, from the connection I feel, I have no doubt that what you said is true. I care about you already, and I know I should be wary but I trust you." She let out a shaky laugh before continuing,

"Last night I told you I wanted to go out, get away from my parents and all the restrictions that come from living with them… What I was wondering was; could you help me? To leave I mean, to escape?"

Her eyes were so wide, so troubled, yet so earnest and hopeful, and I couldn't help the two words that escaped my own mouth, "Of course."