Okay, so we're at Chapter Two, I hope you guys liked/didn't mind the last chapter and are reading on! A review on the last chapter asked me if Jacob had already phased so I'm telling you that no he hasn't, but worry not as vampires, werewolves and so on are still a hugely main theme here and Jacob and the pack will eventually come into play as a unit.

Also, I've got the entire fic pre-written so I can guarantee with my whole heart that this won't be dropped and will be posted as soon as I've gone through it for grammar and so forth -speaking of finishing things, I was reading through She Wolf the other day and some of you may have noticed that it's been deleted, this is down to the fact that I'd got spelling mistakes and grammar errors so I'm going to iron those out and put it back up when I'm done... plus it made me cringe since I wrote it a year and a half or so ago.

Anyhow, away we go, or 'stay classy' as a friend of mine likes to say...

"So, how'd you learn about bikes?" Jacob asks me as I pull my helmet off.

After breakfast the other day, Jacob decided that he didn't want to work on the bike that day but wondered if I'd help him with something else. Some part of me knew that this was his way of trying to build a friendship with me, and I knew it was wrong to lead him to think that we could be friends, but I couldn't help myself. No one had been as kind to me as he had since my father died. I ended up mentioning that by accident and he told me that he too had lost a parent. We shared stories of his mother and my father over breakfast, then over coffee in the living room. He left a little while later and I went up to have a shower, doing little aside from cleaning all of the parts on my bike before retreating to my room when Bella came back with some friends.

"My dad had an old rally bike when I was younger, I used to hand him tools when he was working on it. I think he gave it to my brother when it was all fixed up, but when my father died my brother just let it collect dust, said it was too painful to see it without thinking of Dad working on it. I decided to hell with it and took the whole thing apart. I cleaned every single peice of it and found a two thousand page manual on the internet on how to put it back together." I tell him, grinning as I remember how many times I put the wrong bits together and how many bits I broke, having to ask my mom for money out of my savings account to buy new parts. I've got ADHD so it was great, like a massive three D jigsaw. It cost a lot of money though. Eventually she just gave me a card and told me my pin number. I changed the pin when she started to take drugs.

Jacob smiles at me, kicking the stand on my bike for me and taking my helmet, telling me he'll put it in tha garage with the bike we'll be looking at.

I've been here for two weeks and three days now, and tonight's the full moon. I hear it brings out the crazy in people. As a kid I was fascinated by the concept of werewolves, about the idea of changing from man to monster upon the full moon's wish, but since then I've learned that nothing's more monsterous than man himself. Poetic, huh?

"You smile when you talk about your dad, I'm sorry that you lost him, he sounds incredible. I wish I'd have had a chance to meet him." Jacob says, his deep voice soothing me a little. Jacob Black is officially my guilty pleasure.

My face like stone, I reply. "Thanks, I'm sorry you lost your mom, I know it sucks."

He nods. Our moment is over, and for that I'm thankful since Jacob seems to know just how to get me to respond given enough time. "Do you want anything to eat? I haven't had anything today, I guess I forgot, then I remembered you were coming over so I figured we could eat lunch together if you don't mind." He's so damn polite.

I find myself nodding. "Yeah, thanks. Whatever you're having." I reply, smiling a little to show my gratitude. I am actually super hungry today. I forgot to eat breakfast and I ran further than usual and did an extra hour on the gym kind of stuff. I always do this time of month.

Jacob's grin is utterly stunning as he ties his hair at the nape of his neck before opening his door and ushering me inside from the rain. It turns out no one around here locks their doors since it's a close knit place, everyone knows everyone. "Hey, son." Jacob's father, Billy, says as Jacob closes the door. "Ah, and River, is it?" He asks, smiling brightly.

Smiling genuinely, I nod. "Yes, Sir. Good morning." I reply politely.

He grins. "It is a good morning isn't it? Oh, and please do call me Billy, Sir makes me feel so old!" He exclaims, laughing. I smile and nod, telling him that I'll be sure to do so in the future. Jacob has an amazing father. "Harry will be over for me any minute now, so you kids have a good day. I'll wait outside for him." Billy grins at both of us before wheeling himself over to the door, letting Jacob open it for him before going down the ramp.

The door is closed behind him and Jacob grins. He has the same smile as Billy. "Alright, we've got lasagna or fish." Jacob tells me as he opens the enormous freezer in their kitchen. "Your pick." He adds, looking up to me with his trademark grin. He really is gorgeous.

I shrug. "I don't mind. Whatever you want." I reply, sliding into a seat at the table.

Grinning, Jacob tells me that we're having fish since it'll make him look like a better chef than he is when preparing it. I can't help but laugh a little at his antics. He's right though, he does look extremely skilled with his hands as he guts the fish, taking its head, bones and tail along with it too. "You look incredible when you smile." Jacob whispers, and since he's shoveling fish guts into the trash can, I don't think I was supposed to hear. I don't let on that I heard him.

We eat in silence, but somehow it's not awkward. Jacob smiles at me every time he catches my eye, and I find myself smiling softly back.

"I don't know where things go, so I'll wash, you dry." I tell him once we're done, picking both our plates up and walking over to the cramped sink. Well, I say cramped, but it's actually the perfect size, and compared to where I live, this place is a god damn mansion.

Jacob smiles -as always- and stands, nodding. "Not many girls would rope themselves into doing dishes." He says as he wanders over to me.

I shrug. "Charlie doesn't let me help around the place, and since that's basically all I do back home, well let's just say that I'm going insane. You don't know how many times I've cleaned my bike since I've been here, I even cleaned Bella's truck just as something to do."

"So, you're good with your hands?" He prompts, and I can practically hear his smirk.

Why do I let him say stuff like that? I should stop him, I should act disgusted, but in actual fact I just smirk back. "A girl's gotta look after herself." I reply, flicking my hair over my shoulder. Wait, did I really just do that? Have I really just flicked my hair over my shoulder at a guy? Oh god. I'm so sick of myself right now. I feel like a whore and all I've done is say one flirtatious thing. I suck so badly at flirting that I don't even think it counts as flirtatious. Still feel like a whore.

The dishes take no longer than five minutes to wash and put away. Jacob seems thankful of the help, and my hands stop shaking so much. I hadn't even realised they'd started, but they must have started since I watched them stop. "What's the problem with the bikes then?" I ask Jacob as he passes me a tea towel to dry my hands.

Jacob's smile drops a little and he reaches to scratch the back of his neck. "I have no idea." He mumbles.

A smile creeps onto my face. "Why do you seem so ashamed of that? You specialise in cars, right? Not bikes." I tell him, walking towards the door of the red wood cabin.

He shrugs as we exit and he leads me to the garage, wheeling two sirt bikes out. "I know they're filthy, but I can clean them later, I was just wondering if you could take a look at the parts, you know, see what I need to replace?" He questions, looking down at the bikes. They look like pieces of rusty shit. Perfect.

I nod. "Yeah, I can help clean them if you like. It's not like I do anything else with my days anyhow." I reply. These things are like a gold mine for me and my ADHD. Absolute fucking perfection. They're so damned filthy, they'd keep me busy for an hour just cleaning their outer shells and wheels.

Jacob smiles, laughs, and shakes his head. "Nah, it's okay. Just 'cause you don't have anything to do doesn't mean you should rope yourself into helping me clean up my own mess. Anyway, those things are caked in mud, I couldn't let you do that." He tells me, waving me off politely.

Shrugging, I tell him: "It's not a problem. If I stay still for too long then my hands get jittery, so I clean stuff. It's actually kind of theraputic." He smiles while I'm talking, nodding in disbelief. "Also, the idea of those things having as much dirt under their shells and in the engines and pipes as is on their bodies bothers me. Things get too rusty or dirty and your bike's reaction times start to get slower, your brakes work a little less until it's all just a pile of crap." I add, knowing from watching other guys at rallies that your brakes becoming unresponsive will land you in hospital -or a ditch. Some guys just think their bikes look cooler covered in dirt, and sure, some do, but some guys forget that the rest of the bike has to stay clean.

Looking sceptical, Jacob shrugs. "I'm not gonna say that you can't help, but I'm sure as hell not saying that I expect you to." he tells me, shrugging when I smile. "So, do you want me to take the shells off?" He asks.

I shake my head. "Nah, just kick the stands on and I'll see if I can avoid taking them apart." I reply, waiting as he kicks the stands on both of them and then I walk over to the first one, asking if he minds if I start it up. He shakes his head. "Thanks." I say, straddling the almost nonexistant seat and kick starting the bike. The engine doesn't catch the first time, so I try again, going until it does. "If you don't know about bikes then how did you get these things going the first time round?" I ask, recognising the problem as the bike starts, making some odd noises.

Jacob blushes lightly, "I looked on the internet and had my friend look at them. He basically told me what to do, then when Bella got here that's what I'd do." He admits, looking shamefully at the floor.

I laugh. I can't help it. "Nicely done, did she even give you the time of day?" I ask, smirking at the fact that he went to these lengths to get my cousin to like him, only for them both to tell me that they see the other as a sibling. He shakes his head, laughing with me for a second.

"Nah, she just ended up bashing her head in on a rock and mumbling about her ex when she fell asleep on the way home." He replies.

I grin and let a small smile ghost my face as I stop laughing and raise an eyebrow. "She managed to bash her head in through a helmet?"

"We didn't have any helmets."

All I can think of is the amount of times I've fallen off and how much that hurt even through my protective gear. "How fast was she going?" I ask, knowing what it feels like to smash into the ground at almost a hundred.

"About twenty miles an hour." Jacob replies, frowning as he sees my worry. It fades quickly though as my worry does. She's obviously okay now, so there's no reason to worry.

Neither of us says a thing as we silently study one another. I can feel Jacob's eyes on one of the many small scars that I've got,on my face and neck, so as he opens his mouth, I speak before he can get the chance. "There's a pipe near the engine, it's either split or it's loosened near the valve. If it's split then you just need a new pipe, and if it's come away from the valve then you either need to tighten it back up and secure it, or you can buy a new valve." I tell him, shutting the bike's engine off. "Or, you could go safe and buy a new pipe and new valve."

He stammers for a second, looking from the scar that runs under my glasses and diagonally over the bridge of my nose, low on the right side and higher on the left, only about an a centimetre and a half long and hardly thicker than a hair, then to my lips, then eyes, holding them in his gaze. "Uh, sure, thanks. Which would you recomend?" He asks, keeping eye contact.

I shrug a little. "I can take the shell off and tell you, but if you need a new part then-"

"I've got a tonne of spare parts in there." He tells me, pointing to an enormous, grand wooden chest with the most intricate, beautiful carvings of wolves etched into its sides. My breath must hitch in amazement, because he goes on, "My dad carved it for me when my mom was pregnant with me, said the wolves bring our tribe luck so they'd bring me luck. I figured I wanted to be lucky when it came to fixing things, or school, and I thought it'd look cooler to have it full of tools and spare parts that to have it spilling with school work." He says, sounding somewhat embarrassed at the end.

"It's beautiful." I get out, recalling seeing an old chest that my father had, it had a tiger carved into it. My mom sold it for thirty bucks so she could buy drugs. I figured that a real buyer who was genuinely interested would have paid over a hundred for something so beautiful, so the joke's on her.

"Yeah," Jacob breathes beside me, only, I can feel his eyes boring into my face, so I turn to the bikes.

"Help me take the shell off?" I ask, motioning to the bike beneath me.

"Yeah, of course!" He exclaims, offering me his hand as I swing my leg over. I purposefully go over the other side and pretend not to see his hand. He pulls it away before thrusting it back towards the bike, making the whole movement look like he did it intentionally.

Together, we work the screws out of the shell until we can literally peel it up and away like a glove. I smile as I see all the dirt on the pipes. Saying nothing, I crouch at the front of the bike and look at the now naked bike. My eyes scan the various pipes, knowing which one it is that I need to look at but knowing that I should look for other problems first. I can't see any under the dirt. "Do you have any trash bags?" I ask, reaching and waggling one of the pipes, frowning when it literally falls off in my hand.

"Yeah, how many?" Jacob asks in reply. I tell him four and wait while he runs off and comes back with four black trash bags.

I stand and walk over to my bike, popping the seat up and taking out a drinks bottle full of thick amber goo that looks like washing up liquid. It's a solution that you mix with water to clean things, and it's in a drinks bottle because the guy that I get it from shouldn't legally be selling it so he can't have his own bottle in case someone like the cops come knocking about it.

"I won't be able to do anything with the parts until they're clean, so I'm gonna take the bike apart and put the parts in the bags, then put some of this stuff on them with water. We'll leave them over night and I'll come back whenever and put them back together for you, finding the parts you need to replace." I tell him, placing the bottle on the floor.

Jacob nods in reply. "Well, are you free tomorrow?" He asks, hopefullness showing in his tone.

I shake my head. "Sorry, next two days I told a friend I'd meet her." I tell him, only being half honest. I will be meeting a woman Tori, but we're not exactly friends, and it won't be in the day time. Anyhow, he doesn't need to know about that. "Getting out of the house early, getting back late, wouldn't have the time." I add, trying desperately not to sound like I'm blowing him off. "I'll be free from then though, so if you're not doing anything on Sunday-"

"My cousin's birthday." He interrupts, somewhat glumly. "Birthdays round here are a whole day event even for the entire family." He adds, shrugging.

"Monday?" I suggest.

He smiles a little. "Well, two of my friends might be dropping by, but they'd only be here for a little while, so if you don't mind them then sure." He says, seeming hopeful again.

I nod, smiling a little myself. "Monday then."

"Monday." He agrees, grinning fully.

We stand for a second, both of us smiling as we look at one another. I feel a little uncomfortable, but only because I know I wouldn't if it wasn't Jacob, so then I feel guilty for not feeling weird and it's all one big weird feeling of guilty happiness.

The two of us finally break eye contact and set about taking both bikes apart. Luckily they're both the same model, so I tell Jacob to just copy me on one bike while I take the other apart. We take the shell off until we're left with just pipes and things on both of them and set about working.

I work slowly, using the tools that Jacob has just lying around and showing him how to gently remove pipes, nuts, bolts and screws, placing everything that we take off into the bags, filling them all in no time until we're left pretty much with fuel tanks, handlebars, seats, and the shells. Obviously there are other bits as well, but there's not much when we're done a few hours later. We would have been done sooner, but we stopped for drinks, toilet breaks, and Jacob wanted food every half an hour, claiming that he was a growing boy and needed it -we laughed together at that as he patted his stomach to prove his point though he's in no way fat.

My cell buzzes twice in my pocket, then twice again. I ignore it as I pour a little of the cleaning solution into two of the full bags and tell Jacob to fill them as best he can with water and tie them at the top. I then move onto the other two bags, pouring a little in them too. My cell buzzes again a couple more times.

Quickly, I wipe my hands on my pants, not worrying since I'm wearing sweats so I don't stain any of my favourites. I pull my cell out - one of the only new/up to date things I own- and unlock it, seeing seven messages waiting for me. Each one is from Bella. I open the first one up and adjust my glasses comfortably.

Hey, you still at home?

11:04

Then the second and so on.

You wanna get lunch with me and my friends?

12:32

You alright? Text me when you get this?

12:56

We're at the diner, do you want directions? You're kinda worrying me, text back.

13:01

Okay, so either you're ignoring me or you're asleep or whatever. Just text me so I know you're not dead in some ditch.

13:09

We've all ordered but you can still come...?

13:18

Left you alone, you were probably alseep earlier. You okay? Dinner's chicken tikka masala, in the pan. Be back for seven? Been anywhere interresting?

18:38

Wait, it's almost seven? I've been here for almost six and a half hours, and yet I feel like I haven't spent my entire day with Jacob. I feel like I could stay here forever.

I type a quick reply to Bella.

Hey Bells, sorry, phone was on vibrate and I didn't feel it. Wasn't ignoring you, honest. If you weren't related to me I'd worry that you were trying to seduce me with my favourite dish, don't worry, I'm always on time when there's curry involved. Won't be long, only at the Black's.

And to save Jacob's masculinity, I add.

Jacob's been taking a good long look at my bike since it's been making a weird noise. He's sorted it out for me, thank god.

I click send just as Jacob asks if everything's alright.

Nodding, I tell him, "Yeah, Bella was just asking where I was." I tell him, and I was throwing you some brownie points, I mentally add, turning my cell and holding it out to him.

He takes it from me and I pretend not to notice as our fingers brush. He mouths as he read through the messages, grinning as he gets to his name being mentioned. "You know," He says, handing me my cell back. "I'm okay to face her scrutiny if you don't want to lie."

I shrug. "Look over at my bike." I tell him, smirking as he does, then looks back at me and raises a brow. I shrug again. "Compared to those bikes, mine makes a weird noise, it may be the right one, but you know, in comparison and all, so technically now it's not a lie." I say, smiling lightly.

Jacob smiles back with a nod. "Well, I'd offer you a ride back, but I don't have a car." He tells me, looking a little saddeden by this fact. "Well, I have this one," He adds, pointing to the VW Rabbit. "but it's not fixed up yet."

"Don't worry about it." I tell him, smiling a little shyly now. "I'm pretty sure you've had your daily dose of me now, so I'll see you on Monday." I finish, swinging my leg over my bike. "Just don't move those bags in case they rip, oh, and don't get any of the stuff on your hands if the bags do rip. Wash them thoroughly if you can't help yourself and dip your hands in there." I add, yanking my helmet on and smirking. I pull on my leather jacket that's fitted with protective plates inside, zipping it us before doing up the studs.

I wave to Jacob as I put the bike key in and kick start the engine.

Grinning, he waves back, yelling that he won't move the bags.

I give him a thumbs up before wheeling my bike backwards, turning it, and shooting off onto the road. I faintly hear him yell "Monday!" as I watch him slowly fade in my mirror.

I'm defenseless against the grin that covers my face, so I don't even fight it. I drive quickly and carefully along the busy roads, weaving through traffic until it's all at a stand still.

The roads are crowded with people trying to get home from a days work, but I weave through the traffic, slotting in at the front of the set of cars at the traffic lights. The second the lights are green I go, but we're all at a cross roads and two assholes are racing from the right of me, coming straight at the car to my right. The car beside me skids to a halt and all I see are headlights brighter than anything I've ever seen before. I freeze.

Holy shit.

You know in movies how everything either moves so quickly that you can't tell what's going on or so slowly that you see every gory detail? Well it's nothing like that.

The first car smashes right into my front wheel. My bike is built for off roading, not being rammed into. The handle bars twist wildly as the wheel does, and as I grip for dear life the bike gets thrown forwards and my lower half flies from my seat.

I don't know how or when I let go of my bike, but I soon find myself thrown over the first car and smashing into the back door of the second one before dropping to the floor.

My head smacks the ground, my vision blurring slightly in my helmet as my glasses move from the impact. There's an intense pain somewhere in my head, I'm so whacked out I can't actually tell where, but boy can I taste blood, thick on my tongue. I roll onto my side just in time as the two cars screech away, neither one stopping. Cars all around me skid to a stop on every side of the junction as the idiots speed away, probably realising that they're in the wrong in the eyes of the law.

I close my eyes and cough violently, aware that there's blood coming from my mouth and splattering against the glass of my helmet's visor. I'm damn thankful of my protective jacket as I feel a throbbing pain in my arm, knowing that it's not broken but probably would be had I not worn the jacket.

I'm aware of people getting out of their cars, but since my father's death all I've been taught is that you shouldn't trust people. So, I roll from my side onto my stomach and push myself up. Hands on my back push me back down as people crowd around me and my bike. "You need to stay on the ground in case you've broken something!" A woman yells, obviously not knowing that I can hear her.

Rolling onto my back must be pretty shocking as when I do the fifteen or so people gasp. I open my eyes and yank my visor up. My hands come away bloody. "I... need to... sit up." I rasp out desperately, feeling blood on my face.

A man kneels down beside me, grey hair combed back. He has a young boy beside him, looking no older than thirteen, but is probably about five inches taller than me and you can tell he's got more muscle than the average kid his age. I'm by no means checking him out, but he's got a cute boyish face, like my brother used to. "River, is it?" The grey haired man questions as I take his arm. I nod, not trusting myself to talk. "I'm Harry Clearwater, I'm a friend of Charlie's." He explains, pulling me gently up while the boy kneels on my other side, carefully pushing my shoulders to help me.

Bending my knees, I plant my feet on the floor, leaning my head until the helmet's hard surface touches my knee and I'm looking down at the floor. I cough violently, pain rippling through me as I do so. The man, Harry, asks the boy, who is called Seth, to clear everyone away. He does. "She's alright, we're going to get her to her home with her family." He explains as some people ask what's going to happen with me.

Two women shoot out of an old, battered car. "Harry, is she okay?" The oldest of the two women asks as I sit back up, spitting blood out onto the road and watching as the heavy rain washes it away.

"She seems a little roughed up, why don't you and Leah help her into the car. We'll drive her over to Charlie's and I'll get Paul to tie her bike up on the roof." Harry replies, waiting while the two women rush over so he and Seth can stand. I make to stand too but Harry plants a firm hand on my shoulder. "Just hang tight until we know what's what, alright?" His tone is authorititive yet soothing, like a deeper version of Jacob's, slightly raspier too, so I do as he says and wait while the two women kneel beside me. The older one slowly slips my glasses from my face to show a cracked lense.

"You're getting wet knees." I get out before hunching forwards and coughing again.

As I sit back, the older woman wraps an arm round my shoulders and smiles softly. "I think you're a little more important than me getting my knees wet right now, hmm?" She replies, waitng while the other one, Leah, crouches. "Now, my name's Sue, and I'm a doctor on the Reservation. I'll get a better look at you when we get you home to Charlie and Bella, but can you tell me what hurts?" She says, her tone so motherly and caring. It's been seven years since my mother used a tone like that with me.

"My head and my back." I reply hoarsly, then groan, leaning forwards to cough some more. "And my arm." I rasp as I feel a shooting pain in my wirst.

Sue nods. "Leah, help me get her into the back." She says sternly, a grim line of determination set across her face. She shouts Seth over, telling him to keep me conscious. Oh god, am I going to pass out? No, tonight is not the night for passing out. Not on the full moon, not when I'm supposed to be meeting Tori. She'll go insane if I'm a no show.

Seth and Leah swap places then Sue and Seth take one of my arms each, Seth being careful after I wince a couple of times. With my arms in their grips they help me to stand, only for the shooting pain that was in my arm to reach into my back, holding my spin hostage. I gasp, pain searing in me as I see Leah run to their car, sitting in the back seat as two large, muscular guys wear no shirts as they lift my bike, carefully easing it onto the roof of the car and tying it down like you'd do with a deer.

My legs give way and I manage to wriggle from Seth's and Sue's grasp, falling painfully to my hands and knees. Violent coughs rip through me, blood slpatting against the road.

"Sue, allow me." One of the shirtless men says. "Seth, get the car door, I'm gonna sit her between you and Leah, she'll have to lean against one of you so you're gonna need to talk to her to keep her awake, got it?" Seth nods and runs ovre to the car, relaying this all to Leah who no telling him that's why she's already in the car. "Hey," The guys says to me, kneeling beside me just like everyone else has done. "I'm Sam Uley," Why does everyone feel the need to give me their last name? It's not as if I'm going to see any of them again. "I'm going to pick you up since you seem to be having trouble walking, okay?" I barely have time to nod before Sue's helping me to stand as Sam picks me up, holding me against his chest as he walks to the car.

This is turning out to be quite eventful. "Sorry about all this, it's so embarrassing." I croak as Sam gets me to the car. I'm set gently on my feet.

"Don't try to move, okay? We're going to move you so that you don't have to do a thing, just try to move with us, alright?" Sue says as Leah places a reassuring hand on my shoulder, kneeling in the center of the back seats.

For some reason, I only think that I hope no one's called an ambulance 'cause there'd be no one here when it gets here.

There are hands on me everywhere, but all I notice is the look of pain on Sam's face as his gaze flickers over my shoulder to Leah then back to me before she notices. Wonder what happened there? "Lean back against Leah." Sam says to me. I stay rigid though, panicking slightly. Well, not panicking, but just tensing in pain.

Slowly I'm eased backwards until Leah puts her arms gently around my waist, telling me not to worry as my head lolls back. I'm pretty sure I nutted her with my helmet, but she says nothing.

Fuzzy vision and lack of usable limbs is never a good sign when you're trying to avoid passing out, but the massive amound of pain surging through me lets me know that I'm most certainly not dreaming. Leah sits sideways in her seat with her back pressed against her door, me pressed against her from. Seth gets in, putting my feet in his lap, and I feel bad now because I'm getting mud on his jeans. "I've got muddy feet." I tell him.

He laughs. "Don't worry, we've got a washing machine." He tells me, smiling cutely.

"Keep her awake." I hear Leah hiss.

"Oh, yeah, sorry." He says, apologising to his big sister. "So, uh, how old are you?" Seth asks me, trying to start conversation.

"Seventeen, you?" I reply, trying to keep my voice from wobbling.

He smiles. "Thirteen. But I'm fourteen on Sunday." He tells me proudly.

I can feel myself slowly losing consciousness, but I make a quick link in my head. "You're Jacob's cousin?" I question, realising how sweet it is that they're related and are the two most polite guys I've ever met.

Seth looks a little confused as he nods. "You know Jake?"

"Yeah, he's Bella's friend really, but I was helping him fix a bike."

"So were you coming from Jacob's?" Harry asks, making it a team effort to keep me awake as they drive.

I nod, then realise he can't see me. "Yeah, are you the Harry that came for Billy?" I reply, but soon realise that my voice is getting breathy and quiet. Blood drips into my mouth, coming from my nose, when I open it to take deep breaths in order to stop myself from coughing.

"Yeah, that's me. We must have missed you by a few minutes." He says, smiling in the mirror at me.

They all keep me awake and talking for the ten minutes that it takes to get to Charlie's, and when we get back Charlie all but yanks the front door off its hinges. "Harry, I think I had a heart attack when you called!" He exclaims as Harry and Sue get out of the car. "Is she okay? Should I take her to the hospital? I'll start the cruiser-"

"Harry, she'll be fine." Sue says, and if it didn't hurt so much I think I'd laugh at her tone. "We just need to get her inside, get her some painkillers, food, water. She might need some help getting out of her clothes and so on, and she might need a sling, but if Bella helps her with that then I'm sure everything will be fine." Sue tells him soothingly.

Seth takes my feet from his lap before running out of the car, sprinting round to Leah's side and opening her door.

Charlie and Harry help Leah to slide out of the car before Charlie picks me up without the aid of anyone else and carries me inside to where Bella's sitting in the living room. "Charlie, take her to the kitchen and sit her up on the counter top." Sue says as Charlie starts to set me on the couch. He bolts back upright, rushing me into the kitchen and sitting me on the counter.

I grab at his shoulders to steady myself, but in the end I still need him to hold me from falling sideways. I'm vaguely away of Bella running to the bathroom and the sound of vomiting. Oh yeah, she has a thing about blood. Oops.

"We put her bike by Bella's truck, you need us for anything else?" Comes Sam's voice as he walks into view with the other guy, Paul, was it?

Harry shakes his head. "No thanks, boys. You guys head on home, thanks for helping."

The two nod before leaving without another word.

"Alright, River, I'm going to try to take your helmet off now, okay?" Sue says.

I shake my head, "Wait," I say, reaching with one hand to the side of my helmet. My finger's find the small clasp that I built into it and I pull it before letting go and unsnapping the clasp below my chin then pulling my visor clean off and undoing the almost invisible buckle at the front of the helmet, sighing as the whole thing splits into two halves.

Sue grabs the sides before I can, placing them together on the counter the opposite side of the kitchen before taking the visor from my hands and doing the same. "I didn't know they could do that." Seth says, obviously still trying to keep me awake.

"They can't, I cracked my old helmet so when I got that one a friend of mine sawed it open and kept putting clasps on it until he got them in places that would work to keep it together. Thank god they worked." I reply, trying to joke lightly.

Sadly, Seth's efforts go to waste as I slump forwards against Charlie's chest, darkness pulling me into it's clutches.

So, Chapter Two is over. At first I wasn't too sure about how to finish this chapter because to be honest, I know where this fic is going to be at something like Chapter Ten, or even Chapter Twenty, but I'm not too sure how to get there.

Please review guys, it'd mean the world to me.

Also, I'd just like to point out now that I know literally nothing about motorcycles, and so any information given on this fic is either copied from Google or random crap that I've sputtered.