A/N - Okay, so I want to make totally clear absolutely no insult is meant to any persons or beliefs in this chapter. References made are for fictional purposes only.

I hope you enjoy =)

Oh! I just wanted to let you wonderful readers know...with special thanks to Argengirl, 'A Faire To Remember' is being translated into Spanish =) I will be posting the first chap soon!

The tapping started softly on the front door whilst Luned was opening and closing the brightly colored kitchen cupboards, still trying to find her bearings and understand the types of food that people were happy to eat in this time. She was hoping she would open a cupboard and maybe find an apple, even as she unknowingly passed by the fruit basket on the table in her endeavors.

When she heard the faint knocks she turned her body towards the door leading from the kitchen to the hall and onwards to the front of the house and chewed her lip in confusion. Would it be rude of her to open the door to Bella's home? What should she say if it was a stranger, should she invite them in? She continued to chew on her lip as the knocking increased slightly in its determination. Curiosity winning out she made her way slowly from the kitchen towards the front door and reached out her hand worriedly for the handle.

"Hello?" A voice called from the other side gently. "The light's on, is anyone awake?"

With a broad grin, Luned flung open the door on Jacob's startled expression.

"Luned!" He said in surprise, stepping over the threshold, his hands raised slightly as though doubtful and longing to touch her to see if she was real.

"Jacob." She said happily, her body leaning unconsciously toward him.

"Ah, you're just the person I was hoping to see, actually." Jacob said quietly, dropping his hands to his sides and flexing his fingers. "I was wondering if maybe, uh, you might want to come to Port Angeles, catch a movie with me?"

Luned's brows furrowed. "A movie?"

"Yeah, there's a romantic comedy I thought you might like…" He trailed off at Luned's confused expression. "Or, well, you know, you don't have to, we can, I mean…"

"I'm sure she'd love it." Bella interjected, leaping down the stairs two at a time. "It's just that, well, like I said, Luned's from the country, she's never actually seen a movie."

Jacob's eyes crinkled with relief. "Oh, ok. Where did you say she was from again?" He winked at Luned.

"Pennsylvania. The Amish community there."

"Well, that explains it." Jacob grinned. "So everything is completely new to you then, hey?" Luned nodded, unsure of the place that Bella spoke of, but happy, none the less, that Jacob was smiling at her in this way, and seemed to be so understanding of her confusion in this time and place.

"That's cool," he continued. "It makes everything take on a whole new meaning."

Bella smiled, at the same time snaking one hand behind Luned's back and tapping her with her forefinger. "Could you just give us a minute, Jake? We'll be right back."

He nodded and made his way into the lounge, dropping heavily into one of the armchairs. Bella steered Luned into the kitchen.

"Ok," she whispered, her face taking on an intense and pleading look. "Obviously you have no idea who the Amish are. They live a lifestyle a lot more like what you are used to, although they tend to know about things like TV and movies and stuff like that, so you're just going to have to pretend you were particularly sheltered."

"Sheltered?" Luned repeated.

"As in your family never let you see anything like this." Bella frowned suddenly and mumbled to herself, "but how to explain that you're here…"

Luned raised an eyebrow and watched Bella as she thought.

"Well, let's say your parents died of some illness," she waved a hand to emphasize her words, "and you had no other relatives, so…uh, oh, I don't know!"

Luned giggled, catching on quickly. "So I'm trying to make my own way now?"

"Yeah. That sounds good."

"Why do I not just tell Jacob the truth?" Luned said plainly.

Bella stepped back, shocked. "Ah, because he would think you are mad? People don't travel back and forward in time, Luned."

"Well, we did, so they must."

"Yes, but," Bella began, exasperated, "generally people don't believe that. If we were to say anything we'd be tossed into a loony bin."

"A loony bin?"

"A place they send people who go mad."

"Oh, you mean someone of addled mind?"

"Yes, someone of addled mind."

"But my mind is perfectly clear."

Bella sighed. "Jacob won't believe that if you tell him you were born in twelfth century Wales, though. Just stick to the story."

Luned narrowed her eyes, then shrugged. "I shall do my best, my lady."

Bella snickered. "Bella. Don't you dare say my lord, or he'll freak."

"He was never my lord, Bella, so I promise you, I will not."

Bella rolled her eyes and snickered. "Of course, he was the falconer's son."

The two women returned to the lounge. Luned hesitated in the door way, watching Jacob in the armchair, leaning forward and frown intently at the television screen. Butterflies took flight in her belly as she watched him curse and throw himself back into the chair.

"Rerun?" Bella laughed, walking past Luned into the living room and dropping onto the sofa.

"Yeah, I'll never…" He trailed off as he looked up and his eyes caught sight of Luned again. "Hi again." He said lamely, his eyes narrowing and skimming her figure, a haunted look deep within the brown depths.

"Hello," she returned, her hands fluttering over her twisting stomach.

"Shall we go then?" he asked, rising quickly from his seat, his movements punctuated by amused giggling from Bella.

Luned nodded happily. "I am very excited."

Jacob crossed the room, reaching his hand out to brush his hand across hers, before snatching it back, embarrassed. "Sorry, I…"

Luned shivered and stretched her own hand out. "It is alright, Jacob F…ah…" Her smile fell away.

"Black." Bella interceded, watching her friend seriously. "Jacob Black."

"Yes." Luned's smile returned with the force of a newly born sun. "It is alright, Jacob Black."

In what seemed a rather shy gesture for her usually dauntless self, Luned slipped her hand tentatively inside Jacob's, then sighed in heartfelt delight.

"Ah, catch you later, Bells." Jacob said, his gaze lingering on the small brown hand he was holding, a small unwitting smile beginning around the corners of his mouth.

* * * * *

"What is this 'romantic comedy' you continue to speak of?" Luned asked, perplexed. She understood romance fair enough, and comedy, for all that it wasn't something that had played a major part in her life. But romantic comedy? What was amusing about love?

"It's, well…people falling in love in odd circumstances I guess."

"A little of like you and I?" Luned asked plainly.

Jacob choked. "Ah…um…well, I wouldn't call any of it comedy, no."

"But the circumstances of our courtship are certainly odd."

"Well, yeah."

"Then this is a romantic comedy?" She used her free hand to sweep over them both in explanation. The other she refused to remove from Jacob's, to his utter amazement.

"Well…"

Luned laughed. "Never mind, let us see this movie."

* * * * *

Luned gaped at the screen as the first of the pre-movie advertisements moved across the screen.

"The pictures are moving!" She said in amazement, reaching her hand out in front of her face and watching the play of colors and light.

"Yeah, that's what a movie is. Moving pictures." He watched Luned's face avidly, more enthralled by her reaction than anything on the screen before him. Every movement of her face astounded him; the marked likeness between her and Leah, but the complete difference in the way they were. Leah had been like a caged lion; ferocious and quick to bite, fiercely loyal to those she loved. The little he had seen of Luned so far reminded him more of an eagle; quick and alert, with an innate grace and natural beauty he'd never seen in any woman before. Her long lithe fingers, splayed in the light from the movie screen and he shivered. She had beautiful hands.

"Is this the romantic comedy?"

Jacob stifled a laugh. "It's an ad. For the candy bar."

"Oh." Luned smiled at him, her white teeth flashing in her brown face. He froze again, struck by the beauty, the perfect symmetry of her features before she returned to her study.

He watched her for a while, longing and thrill mingling with interest and confusion. "So you didn't even know what a movie was?"

"No." Abruptly she dropped her hand in her lap and looked at him with an expression so wistful, his heart leapt into his throat. "No, I did not."

The movie started, the noise making Luned leap in her seat, an expression of terror racing across her face. "What is that noise!"

"It's the opening credits. Are you all right?"

"I…I'm …are you certain it is all right?"

"Yes, I am absolutely positive." Tentatively Jacob reached his hand out for Luned's. She accepted it quickly and gratefully. Through the rest of the movie Luned said nothing, but she remained entranced and frightened by the images and the noise. As the movie carried on, she leant closer and closer to Jacob, until her head was eventually resting on his shoulder, and he, just as tentatively, stroked her hair.

* * * * *

"That was quite fun." Luned smiled as they left the theatre, still hand in hand, tilting her face up towards the sun and closing her eyes to block the view of the car lined drab streets.

"It was ok." Jacob rolled his eyes. Romantic comedies left a lot to be desired for a male.

"I really enjoyed the way she tried to make him jealous with that other man." Luned said casually, opening her eyelid a smidgen and watching him surreptiously.

Jacob raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" The idea of her with anyone else was already unbelievably disturbing to him.

"Yes, it seemed to work well. Perhaps I should try that myself."

"Perhaps you shouldn't." Jacob growled, pulling her to a stop and spinning her around so they were face to face.

Luned shivered with excitement. Jacob was a tall man, with broad shoulders and hard muscles that she could feel as she steadied herself with her free hand on his chest. Although slighter than his medieval counterpart he was sill truly a man, and her breath caught at the heat radiating off him.

"You already intrigue and interest me, Luned, without playing stupid games. I've always hated it how girls, women, think that they need to treat me like a fool to catch my notice. I want honesty. Not stupidity."

Luned shivered again at the intense stare he was piercing her with. "I do not like dishonesty either. I…"

"Let me take you somewhere, somewhere that is truly honest." He started walking again, much quicker this time, pulling Luned along behind him. She had to jog to keep pace.

"Where?" She panted, gasping as they reached his car, a VW Rabbit, and he threw open the passenger door for her with enough force to shake the whole frame.

"La Push."

"Oh!" She said happily. "I have seen La Push, it is…"

Again he cut her off. "You haven't seen my La Push. I want you to. I want you to see me before this goes any further."

She nodded, remaining silent. She could sense his desperation, his aching need for her to understand him, to want to share his world. She knew, because she felt the same. She wanted to be honest, no matter what Bella said, she wanted to show him her Wales; the high mountains, the chilly fogs--but she couldn't. This would have to suffice. She slid into the passenger seat, and he slammed the door shut, strode around the front of the car to the driver's side, and fell into his own seat.

"Do you want to see?" he asked hoarsely. "Truly?"

"Of course."

He turned the key in the ignition and revved the car. "La Push then."

* * * * *

"Alice, are you coming or what? You've been in bed half the day!"

"Sorry, Rose, I'm just tired. You and Emmett go without me." Alice blinked back the tears that were hovering on the edge of her eyelids.

"What do you want me to tell Bella?" Rose sighed.

"Tell her I'm tired. And I'll see her tomorrow."

"Fine. You'd better though."

Alice listened to the footsteps of her friends as they left the house, the noise of the engine as Emmett's huge Jeep powered to life. And then she cried, alone in her childhood room. Now, instead of saying things were fine, it seemed Jasper was screening his calls. She was certain he was there, she could fairly feel his presence at the other end of the line, but again and again it was diverting to voicemail. A dark cloud was hovering, though over who and what she couldn't be sure. Her heart hammered in her chest at the thought. Something was wrong; things had been leading up to something big for a long time. She couldn't shake the image of Laurent from her mind. In desperation she closed her eyes to rest, knowing even as she did that the faces would be there again in her dreams; Jasper, Laurent, Tanya, and Leah. As she drifted towards unconsciousness her body jerked in response to what her mind knew was coming.