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.

So, I'm sorry for not being able to write out another chapter sooner, but one of my younger sisters, she's fourteen, has been diagnosed with leukemia and I'm extremely stressed with that, on top of my senior year finishing off. Thank you to everybody being kind and patient with me! I love all of you, and especially my epic beta, yay4shanghai!

Also- I know so far things have been going pretty slow-pace, but after this time will be going faster.

Chapter Ten – It's Not Technically a Kidnapping!

August 17th – August 18th 2038

It was well past six in the morning when we finally got to the nearest airport that would take us to Port Angeles, we got lucky in the fact that there was a flight scheduled to there at all, but I had my suspicions about the Cullen's pulling some strings.

Looking at it from a distance, the place seemed oddly empty, even though there were people bustling in and out of the door and my intense hearing could pick out hundreds of footsteps inside.

Our flight would leave at about eight o'clock, so that hopefully gave us enough time to get ready. This was the biggest airport of Ecuador, the security was tight, though not as scathing as America's. I pulled the tiny car into the parking lot, not caring where I put it as I rented it under a fake name.

I shook Maribel awake, and she mumbled incoherent words in Spanish, before her eyes fluttered open. She looked around, yawning lightly as she stretched her long arms. She had a slightly dreamy look to her face as we got out of the car, me supporting her light weight as she was still slightly unconscious.

"Are we there yet, Freddie?" she mumbled, trying to wake herself. I paused at the beginning of the car, stopping her.

"Alright, I wanted to remind you, Marie that my name is Teddy, and I am your uncle. I am bringing you to America because your parents, Mr. and Mrs. Kane, wanted you to study abroad," I said, enunciating each word so she would get how important sticking to this story was. I did want any chance of mistake.

We both walked into the airport, and Maribel clutched my hand as the doors slid open to reveal a large space, though not many people occupied the room. I was surmising that few flights, if any, had arrived in the past few hours.

I led Maribel to the security check, where a large man with a fuzzy mustache was stretching, watching us aptly as we crossed the floor. "Hello," I said politely, and Maribel smiled at him with a white face. He grunted back, and motioned for us to place our carryons in the bin, which we did quickly.

Maribel looked at the large metal doorway with suspicion in her clear green eyes, but I gave her an encouraging look, and with a sigh she took my hand, stepping forward. She bit her lip, but sighed in a relieved way as nothing went wrong after she stepped out.

"Passports?" the guard spoke quietly, and I dug them out of my pocket, handing them to him quickly. He looked over them, eyeing each of us compared to our pictures before shrugging and motioning us forward.

"See, nothing bad," I breathed in her ear, and the security guard shot me a look of mistrust. As the bins with our bags and shoes shot through the other side, Maribel gave a small cry of relief, and tugged our things away joyously.

"I thought not get our… things until America we reach, Teddy?" she asked my clumsily, beaming as she remembered to add my 'name' on the end of her sentence. I suppressed a laugh at her, but looking back I saw the guard was showing more doubt in his eyes than before.

I pressed my hand softly against her back, motioning for her to walk more quickly, taking out our tickets. We were in Gate A2, right up ahead of us, and Maribel collapsed into a seat, looking scared by the looming space around her.

I knew that it must be overwhelming, having not been in a space so big before and suddenly being thrust in one, people filling it in more and more as the minutes ticked by, other flights had been scheduled and were taking off and she trembled against me as a huge group of what looked to be Russians strode past her, several giving her an evil eye at her whimpering.

"Fred- I mean, Teddy, why must there be so much people?" she whispered, and I rubbed her arm soothingly, the panicked look on her face making me feel guilty and uncomfortable. She swallowed when I shrugged apologetically.

"That is just how airports are, sweet," I cooed, and she sighed again closing her eyes and humming softly to herself, most likely to try and drown out the buzz of other people's voices.

I suppose I could relate to her, though… When I was young, so confinded in my house, my parents feared that someone would notice my rapid aging. We were never around very many people aside from pack gatherings, so the first time I went to an airport it was slightly intimidating.

As our plane number was being called, I glanced around and found there were very few others taking our flight, which didn't surprise or shock me. Most of them probably hadn't been able to get a flight to Seattle, and had had to resort to going to Port Angeles.

I checked our flight tickets one more time, making sure this was the correct flight, and stood. Maribel smiled at me shakily. "This is it," she whispered softly in my ear, and I nodded as we approached the gate.

A large woman took our tickets, checking them enthusiastically and we took them back, walking down the winding hall. Maribel gaped at me, clutching my arm tighter. Fear rolled off of her as she attempted to step as light as possible, scared that the tunnel we were walking on would collapse under her.

We found our seats quickly, near the front of the plane though it was small, all of the seats being coach. I was thankful that Jasper knew I would want to keep all of this low-key, nothing that would draw attention.

The sun was high in the sky now, shedding light on the full plane of people. Maribel's eyes were drooping though, and I pulled the shade of our window, wanting to let her sleep. She hadn't gotten much in the past weeks.

Eight and a half hours after taking off, I had stirred Maribel awake from her seemingly everlasting slumber with regret. It was so peaceful; watching her sleep… it had me half falling asleep at times, a comfort in the groans and moans of the plane and passengers.

She looked around, wide eyed, and then connected with me, her small hands finding mine immediately, just as the pilot came on overhead, "Ladies and Gentlemen, we will be landing soon. Please make sure your seatbelts are secure. Thank you for flying with us," he said smoothly, and Maribel beamed at me excitedly.

"So we are there, almost at… La Poosh?" she whispered, and I nodded back at her amusedly.

"La Push, sweet. And yes, we're almost there. A family friend, Claire, will be picking us up. Try not to call me anything, if you can help it. We don't want anybody getting suspicious. I did ask her to meet us outside though, so we shouldn't have any problems," I informed her softly in Spanish; I did not want her to misunderstand anything I said now.

"Okay," she said breathily, glancing out of the plane window. It was well past three o'clock when the plane landed bumpily on the runway, and Maribel dug her nails into my arm in fright.

When the flight attendant finally announced it was time to de-board the plane, everyone stood at once, rushing to get out of the confines they had been in for the past near nine hours, but Maribel and I waited patiently, the slowly moving group didn't seem to bother her at all, rather she was enthralled with the group of small people around her, and their reactions towards her presence.

It seemed she hated big crowds, but was okay with smaller groups of people. She gazed on them until they turned away from her purposefully, though she did not notice the reason of their actions. Finally, there were few people left and we stood; I took down our bags carefully, and handed Maribel one, as she insisted she should carry one.

We sped through bag check and security, once again making it through without a single double take at our passports. Once we got out of the line, I spotted Claire smiling at me from across the busy airport, and beamed as I pulled Maribel along, glad that one of the pack would finally get to meet my sweet.

"Claire! I have not seen you in so long!" I exclaimed, pulling her into a quick hug before letting her go. Her eyes briefly smiled at me before trailing to Mari with a questioning air. I blushed, and was suddenly thankful for my Quileute genes that had granted me dark skin to hide it.

"It's wonderful to see you too! I was wondering what prodded you to come back, but maybe it's because of…" she gestured to Maribel, and I supplied her with her name as we headed to Claire's car.

"Maribel, then. It's wonderful to meet you, Maribel," smiled Claire. Mari glanced up at her shyly before slowly extending one of her delicate arms.

"It is wonderful to meet you too," she beamed at me, glad to have got a sentence down.

"Your accent is beautiful," Claire commented as she started out of the airport, and Maribel blushed.

"Why does she think I smell nice?" she whispered to me in Spanish, low enough so Claire could not hear. I bit back a smile, brushing a piece of Mari's hair behind her ear.

"Accent means the way you talk Sweet," I murmured, and she nodded raptly before thanking Claire. The drive was filled with small talk, something I found awkward and did not particularly enjoy… but if we strayed off small talk, I knew Claire would question why I brought Maribel here, and I didn't want to get into that so soon.

She would be furious at me, I had heard Claire's fierce love of her own children and she would immediately leap to Maribel's own parents, probably turning the car around straight away. The idea made me shutter softly, and Maribel glanced at me questioningly. I gave her an apologetic look, shrugging to show it was nothing important and she relaxed, returning to the conversation with Claire she was having about Ecuador.

"Soli is holding the Wolf Girl brunch today, so we're all going to that. You can introduce Maribel to everyone," said Claire pointedly, and again I blushed. I didn't want to think of anyone's reaction to me kidnapping Maribel… Well, is it technically a kidnapping if she willingly came along? I hoped not.

"Also, all of your suitcases arrived at our place a few days ago, so you can get them tomorrow morning if you wish." Claire added, and Maribel looked curious, glancing up at me. I whispered what she had said in Spanish in Maribel's ear and she smiled gratefully at me.

"I am practice my English," she informed Claire, and she laughed, giving Maribel a small smile.

"You're doing wonderful already," she complimented, and Maribel giggled, thanking her. Maribel knew that her English was not exactly… the best.

My heart sped up a little when we entered La Push, nervousness settling into my stomach, excitement accompanying it. I had not seen Soli in over a year, and she was one of the dearest in my life, I had talked in length about my dear sister to Maribel, and she already liked her.

But she had no idea of the imprint, or of my sudden arrival. The first time I called announcing I was coming back was also the last, so she was given no details. I didn't want her to try and stop me either, because she was one of the most determined people I'd ever met.

We pulled up to the familiar apartment, that had been lived in by God knows how many wolves, and climbed out, stretching.

"Finally we are here at hometown of yours?" Maribel asked excitedly, and I nodded at her with a beam, making her grin as she sidled up to my side. Claire led the way in, us following closely behind.

She knocked on the door three times before Soli answered it with a shine in her eye I had never seen before. I took a moment to examine her, this new, bright girl I had never seen before.

She was beautiful, her high heels helped her as she held her head up high, beaming so happily it seemed there was a certain glow around her, and my heart filled for her; I felt so much gratitude toward Randy, my best friend, for making her so exultant and radiant.

Suddenly, her eyes travelled to where we stood, and Claire and Maribel politely stepped out of the way as she launched herself at me, and I twirled her around her arms tightly sealed around my neck.

"Que bonita, so beautiful," I sighed, pecking her on her cheek. Her smile grew wider as Randy came up behind her, sliding his arms around her waist so he was hugging her from the behind.

"Si, muy bonita," he grinned, and I concluded Soli had been teaching him Spanish, and was proud that he took such lengths to please my sister.

I spotted Maribel then, and pulled her forward, she smiled nervously at me and I gestured to my sister, "Maribel, this is my sister Soledad."

Maribel voiced a small hello, to which Soli raised her eyebrows at me. I smiled softly as Mari rested in my arm, and I pulled her closer to my chest.

I took a deep breath before speaking: this would be my first time saying that Maribel was my imprint to someone's actual face, letting them meet her. My parents were the only others who knew about her, and of course they had not told anybody.

"Oh my God! Freddie, why didn't you call me," Soli howled as she pulled me into an overjoyed hug. Randy came shaking both mine and Maribel's hand with a nod of his head.

"Can we talk about it later?" I whispered to her in Spanish, not wanting to announce how Maribel got to La Push with me in front of the entire pack…

She nodded, and then parted to Randy so other wolf girls in attendance could greet me Mari, I smiled and nodded at each one of them as they congratulated me.

I heard laughs from across the room and turned to see Randy and Soli, their hands poised in sign language. Once they saw me looking however, they stopped their laughter and departed from one another, and I got a feeling they had been talking about Maribel. It made me uncomfortable, and I was about to pull away when little Eli came running up to us with a huge smile.

Maribel knelt to his height, eyeing him with a smile as she spoke a soft hello. Just as fast, he darted away leaving Maribel surprised, and I rolled my eyes at her, helping her up.

"Did I do something?" she asked in Spanish and I shook my head, laughing.

"No, no, Eli just has a lot of energy," I informed but she still looked worried. She turned to Mark, who was now holding Eli, just as he spoke,

"Well, we got a straight one." He was laughing, and Jordan slithered to his side.

"Yeah, definitely straight," Jordan agreed, giving Mark a kiss. Maribel looked shocked by this, though not bothered which comforted me. Her parents had probably never talked about gay relationships with her before, so I wasn't surprised.

When Annie and Brady came, I presented Maribel to both of them with a beam. I was glad I could finally get over Annabelle, she was beautiful as ever but nothing compared to my Maribel, who shone beyond even Soledad's happiness.

Brady was overly enthusiastic about my imprint, which had me slightly amused, though when he asked how old Maribel was, my defenses immediately shot up.

"I'm fifteen," said Maribel loudly, so everyone could hear.

"Oh yeah, that's cool," Brady said, but I could tell it certainly wasn't. He looked sort of shocked by this, and my grip on Maribel's waist tightened slightly.

"We have run here," Maribel spoke, and I knew then that my chances of hiding this for another second were crashed. I flashed her a reassuringly glance when it registered she might have said something she ought not to have.

"What?" Soli growled, Randy's arm around keeping her restrained from bounding to me. I winced slightly but spoke simply.

"Well… since you'll all find out soon anyways…we've come here without the permission of her family." There were loud gasps from around the room and Mari shrunk back into me.

"You kidnapped her?" Claire asked awkwardly, probably horrified at herself for being the one to bring us here.

I measured my answer carefully before sighing, "Technically…yes." The room grew absolutely silent before Mark let out a loud laugh.

"It's not funny!" Soledad howled angrily, her little hands thrust into tight fists.

"It sorta is," Kim said, peering interestingly at Maribel.

"Can we talk about this tonight?" I begged her lovingly, pulling her into a pleading hug. She sighed but nodded, for which I was grateful.

"She can stay in your other guest room right?" I whispered to her once we pulled, knowing that she would probably say yes, I would be willing to sleep on the couch, though, if she declined.

"Not with you?" she whispered back, and I shook my head uncomfortably. My Maribel would probably not mind sleeping in the same room as me, but she didn't know what that meant out here, in my town.

"We're not in that stage in our relationship," was the best answer I could think of, and she sighed.

"Well at least that's something."

I turned back to Mari and she smiled at me supportively as we continued the party. I kept one eye trained on her, the other on Soli. They both were extremely happy, as was I; they were both beautiful. Maribel was getting along well with my family, and the evening could not have been getting along better.