A/N: Thank you very much to Sam for the review :). I decided to put the next chapter up early because of it. Just a note, there is bad language in this chapter, just so you know.

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Chapter 2: Reunion

Throat clearing had the desired affect as everyone stopped and looked up in surprise. Even ones I hadn't noticed before because they were in other rooms popped their heads around corners.

"What is this, a steroid convention?" I asked, trying not to look at the half naked men. Boys just didn't seem like an adequate description of them. I probably used to push half of them into mud puddles, thinking of them as hot was just odd.

"Evie!" Tasha yelped, running around the bench and pulling me into a vicious hug. "You took your sweet time! Oh I thought you weren't coming, you took that long! Look at you, you look like death itself! When was the last time you slept? Haven't I told you…"

For someone of her small stature, she was definitely stronger then she looked. And I was certain that she could've talked the ears off anyone, even from under wet cement. "Yeah, yeah," I cut off her rant. "Thanks for the advice, mother, can you stop crushing my ribcage now? Thanks." The bruising there was protesting loudly against her squeezing it.

She pulled back and held me at arms length and I let out a breath as the pressure was released. "What took you so long? Come inside. Sam, she's here!"

I wasn't given much of a choice as she yanked me through the threshold. I raised a hand in greeting to the rest of the occupations before eyeing my sister cautiously. "I ran into Charlie Swan, or rather, he pulled me over." I rolled my eyes as she pressed her lips into a thin line like she always did when she got mad. "If your gonna yell at me, just yell at me already and get it over with."

She didn't need to be told twice. "Pulled over? What have you done this time?"

I pulled away from her as her hands turned into vices around my forearms, her well manicured nails dug into my skin near the point of drawing blood. I quickly made my way to Sue Clearwater for refuge. Tash always turned into a savage bitch, for lack of a better explanation, when she found out I'd been 'bad'. "It's just a speeding ticket. Hi, Sue."

Sue chuckled and hugged me. "Hello, Evie. Aren't you beautiful, all grown up." That seemed to be a common observation.

"'Just a speeding ticket?'" Tasha mimicked at a near hysterical level. "Just another speeding ticket, you mean. When are you going to learn, Eva Deanna!"

"And I'm trouble," I grinned at Sue cheekily. "I knew she'd have my head for this."

"Serves you right," Leah called from her place. "For getting caught!"

We laughed, but Tasha was having none of it. "Don't encourage her! One of these days your going to crash that damn car and you'll find yourself a paraplegic or worse, dead!" Was death supposed to scare me? "Sam, talk to her!"

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah yeah, Tash, whatever you say. Like Sam'll make any difference. When have I ever listened to him?" I looked around and let my eyes settle on the one that was probably my cousin. Man, he was huge. "Hi." Suppose I should make some effort and not be totally hostile towards him, since I'm doomed to stay in his house this whole time.

He smiled, somewhat unsurely. Tasha must have told him I didn't like him, then. "Hello little cousin, welcome back,"

I nodded, looking around the room at all the food and general set up. "Oh please don't tell me all this is for me?" Great, guilty a conscious, just what I needed.

Sue laughed and squeezed my shoulders. "It's the first time you've been home in ages, girl. We're aloud to make an effort aren't we?"

I smiled sheepishly and yelped as Leah threw her arm around my shoulders. She was taller then me. "She would've been happier if she'd turned up without anyone knowing, Ma." My best friend concluded. "You remember all this mangy lot then, Evie?"

I looked around at the faces, while some sparked a distant recognition the rest were pretty much blank. "Sort of," I admitted, waving and smiling brightly at Old Quil and Billy, my Dad's best friends on the res.

I looked back at Sue sorrowfully. "I'm so sorry about Harry, Sue. And I'm sorry I couldn't come to the funeral." I was in Turkey chasing a murderer as a training exercise at the time and didn't hear about his death until I got back, two weeks later.

She smiled sadly and patted my arm. "Thank you dear. It's alright, Leah said you were abroad."

Leah cleared her throat, eager to get off the subject of her father. "Right, well, that's Paul, Maxwell, Embry, Quil, Vincent, Georgia, Jared, Kim, Rachel, Kevin, Emily, you know Seth, Jacob, Collin, Brady and, well, Sam."

All the males, apart from Billy and Old Quil, were like the healthier version of body builders and the shortest one was still over 6' foot. I was pretty tall, but these guys all towered above me. I forced a smile and raised a hand tiredly in greeting.

My breath suddenly caught in my throat as my eyes locked with dark chocolate ones across the room for about half a second. I only just managed to rip mine away as my heart started beating faster.

Somewhere someone murmured quietly. "Another one down,"

I dismissed the weirdness, maybe it was because I was so tired? I attempted to cover it up by turning my attention back to their physics, a great tactic, not. "What the hell happened to you lot? Seth, you should know better then to use steroids." I grinned at the little brother I never had, bouncing over to him and hugged him. He was taller then me now to, not as muscular as the older boys but still very impressive.

He picked me up as if I weighed nothing and spun me around once. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad visit after all. "Hey, Evie!"

"Put me down, you great oath." I laughed, my feet dangling in mid air. "How on earth did you get so big?" I grabbed his arm and twisted it so I could get a better look at his tattoo, it was Quileute, obviously, but I didn't know what it meant. It looked like two wolves rearing on their hind legs with an eye between them, with the rest of the pattern surrounding it. "Very nice, I bet your mother whooped your arse for it though." I had tattoos to, but I wouldn't be flashing them around here, Tasha would flip.

There were wings folded evenly, almost covering my whole back, I'd gotten them to help cover the scars I had there. A black phoenix rested on my right shoulder, his wings spread up as if about to take flight, surrounded by swirling gusts of wind. And finally between my shoulder blades and between the wings was the Native American symbol for wind.

The wind is the spirit of life, and I am a whole believer in having ample amounts of spirit and life. My spirit is a little lacking, and my life has come close to ending once or twice. Just because I didn't fear death, didn't mean I wished for it, not always anyway. This was the only symbol I carried of my heritage.

He grinned and shook his head. "Maybe you just shrunk?"

"Pah, what rubbish." I looked at all the food. "No wonder you are though, if they feed you like this all the time. It smells good. Tasha can't have had anything to do with it then." I tossed my sister a winning smile.

She tried to glare at me but it turned into a smile and a soft laugh. "I'm glad you stuck to your promise and came, Eva." She patted my cheek as she passed. "And don't worry. I didn't have anything to do with making the food."

She was a terrible cook, and a danger to building foundations. I'd never seen anyone have things explode in microwaves and ovens nearly as many times as what she has.

I stayed with Seth and Leah, his arm around my waist as the girls brought the food out to the large dinning table. The whole time I could feel eyes burning holes in the side of my head. Taking a discreet glance sideways, my eyes meet the gorgeous chocolate ones of Jacob Black.

The scrawny little kid who always used to eat the worms in his Dad's bait box, and annoy me to no end, was now undeniably good looking and staring at me with the creepiest expression. His gaze flicked to Seth's hand and his eyes narrowed.

I removed my eyes from him all together and tried to concentrate on what Embry was saying. He and Quil junior were both standing around us. I'd had most to do with them, since they were the same age me.

I made a mental note to slap Embry later for the time he dumped me into the half drum of oil when my Dad had been working on his pick up. And Quil once snuck into my room while we were away and filled every conceivable space with pine cones and sea weed, and then left it there for three days. But I think I'd gotten him back for that. The effect of itching power spread all over bed sheets was very amusing, if you were the one watching…

And I should just beat the crap out of Paul for the sake of beating the crap out of Paul. Practical jokes were very common among us kids, but he was just an arse.

"…over by Charlie huh?" Embry was grinning. "How fast were you going?"

I shrugged. "I'd say, but knowing my luck Tash will hear me and behead me. So we'll just settle on to fast, obviously."

He chuckles, and still I can feel that burning gaze on me. The girls bring out the last trays of food and set them on the table, and then Emily waves us all over with a smile and an order of 'dig in'.

I didn't think she'd meant literally.

"My god," I muttered as Leah grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the table the others had swarmed like under-fed bees to the last flower on earth.

She laughed. "Yeah, I know, their disgusting."

"Have they not seen food before?" She pulled out a chair and pushed me into it, handing me a plate and knife and fork.

"Their like it all the time, I'd get something real quick before they eat the table and all."

"So, Evie," Emily says not long after the uproar has calmed down. I didn't look at her scars, or more they didn't draw any huge amount of shock. Scars were nothing new to me. The amounts of food however…I'd never seen so much food being piled onto plates before. Even Jay didn't eat this much! And that boy can put away a meal and a half.

I looked at her around all the bodies and blinked. Was it just me or was it hot in here?

"Tasha tells us you've finished school, what are you doing now?" She asked, smiling.

I looked at my sister across the table and raised my eyebrows. She knew about me, being a spy. When I was sharing an apartment with her she went snooping through my room and for forty-three cases of bullets and several sniper rifles under my bed, well, it needed explaining.

And it was either the good guy explanation or the bad guy one, and I wasn't bad and I didn't want my big sister to think I was evil. Now all she did was send me a small smile and a gesture to speak up. Great.

"Oh, I work for a government company. Nothing special, I'm the boss's secretary so I get to go on all the business trips and stuff." I replied easily. Lying was second nature to me.

"Sounds interesting," Sam said. "How long have you been out of school? You must've done pretty well to have finished this early."

"One and a half years. Done well, dropped out…same difference really." I chuckled. I was selected for specialist training and therefore taken out of main stream schools and normal curriculum's. "I'm happy where I am."

He nodded and seemed at a loss with what to continue the conversation with. He was saved the effort though, when one of the younger ones bolted back into the room, eyes the size of the dinner plates. I hadn't realised he'd left, but then, with all the commotion over the food I was surprised I knew which way was up.

"T-there's a Ferrari in your drive, Sam!" He exclaimed. Brady, that's his name, knew I'd remember it. This immediately caught all male attentions and they perked up considerably and started to get up to run and investigate. 'Urgh, men.'

"It's a Ferrari Enzo, and if any of you lay a finger on my baby I will cut your hands off at your elbows, understand?"

"It's yours?" Paul countered, leaning back in his chair to try and get a look at it, through the wall, the idiot.

"Well since I just said 'my baby', a possessive phrase, I think we may all safely assume that it belongs to me." I replied in a 'durh' tone.

"How the hell did you get a Ferrari?" Quil asked in awe. "How much did it cost?"

I sighed and dropped my fork. I wasn't going to be able to eat anymore, was I? "The same way most people acquire cars. It costs more then what you'll make in a life time, so don't touch it."

"Can't we take it for spin?" Seth begged. "Please, Evie?"

"Firstly, there are only two seats. By the time all of you had go it'd be well and truly out of fuel, and I'd probably need new tyres. Secondly, I've seen what Jared does to the cars he drives and there's no way in hell my baby is going for a swim in any of the local water holes." I folded my arms. "No one drives it, but me." I'd probably give into Seth later though, I had trouble saying no to him and my godson for long. One of the few weaknesses I have.

"Is it supposed to make this really weird noise?" Brady asked through all the crestfallen faces, you'd think I just told them Christmas would be cancelled.

I frowned and stood up, starting towards my car. If Tyler had done something stupid again I'd shoot him myself. I marched outside and flung open the driver's door-I love how it opens upwards- well aware of the audience that had followed me out, and listened carefully for the 'weird noise'.

Then the demented shrill buzzing of my phone sounded loudly and I groaned. "That weird noise?"

Brady nodded, trying to see around me into the cab.

I snatched the device off the other seat and held it up to his face. "It's called a phone, genius." The caller ID was saying Maddy. I was in trouble now. Pulling the keys out of the ignition I got out and shut the door. "Right, shows over, get your steroid butts inside."

"We're not on steroids!" Another one, Collin, I think, protested. Several of the others nodded in agreement.

"Whatever." I locked the car and shoved the keys into the pocket of my jeans, least they get and bright ideas, and answered the phone as I walked back inside.

"Hell…"

"Where the hell have you been?" The female voice demanded straight away. I flinched at the harsh tone of my partner and other best friend. What was it with people and yelling at me today?

"I'm just…"

"I've been calling for ages! Did you forget how to answer a bloody phone?" Her British accent got thicker when she was mad. "I thought you'd had an accident or been kidnapped or…"

"Madison! For the love of sanity, shut up!" I got some really odd looks as I dropped into my chair and messaged my temples with one hand. The boys trailed in behind me disappointedly. "I'm in La Push, I'm not dead, or kidnapped, or injured. You can relax now."

"I told you to call me when you landed in Seattle and when you got there. I've gotten no phone calls from you! Nor have you answered any!"

I rolled my eyes. "I forgot to turn the darn thing on after I got off the plane and when I got here I was mobbed then set down for dinner. I'm sorry, won't happen again."

"Good." It was only three hundred and fourteen kilometres from Seattle to La Push. Not that far, Maddy was just a worrier. "How's the family?"

"Super," I reply dryly. "I'm in danger of having my car nicked and all the food in the district devoured before I can blink." 'When can I come home?' My mind screamed. 'Save me! Pick me up! Do something!'

She just laughed, and I imagined her mousy curls swaying and her blue eyes dancing in mocking amusement. The cow. "You'll survive, darling, I'm sure. Don't be such a sook."

"Whatever."

"Cheer up, and sleep well. I've gotta go, meeting starts in five." Her overly bubble voice alerted me to the fact that she was teasing me. "Love you, bye!"

"Cya, don't fall off the bridge or anything."

She laughed and hung up.

"Bitch." I muttered and eyed the food for half a second before deciding on sleep instead. "Which way to where I'm sleeping? I think I should lie down before I pass out, food was great." I could feel that burning gaze again and I whipped my eyes around to glare openly at Jacob.

I was way to over tried to be nice at present time.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Stop. Staring. At. Me." Creepy twerp.

Hurt flashed across his eyes for a moment but he dropped his gaze none the less. The room had gone silent and now everyone was looking between me and him like they'd just noticed we were both present. God, this is going to be the longest weekend of my entire life. Siberia was the best option after all, but it's to late now.

"Tasha." I snapped. "Room, mattress, couch, floor, what?"

She glared at me. "Don't get snappy with me, Eva. You remember you're a guest here."

"You'll remember that I didn't want to be here in the first bloody place and that it was your persistent whining that's to blame! I've haven't slept a second in over three days, I am not in the mood! Either, tell me where to sleep or I drive back to New York, tonight!"

"You wouldn't get there tonight, and in your condition we wouldn't let you out the door!"

I'd like to see them try and stop me. "You just watch me!"

"You're not going anywhere until you've had a few good hours sleep."

Tasha and I stared at Jacob like he'd grown another head. No one ever cut in when we were fighting, for fear of their lives. And who the hell gave him the rights to order me around?

"Excuse me?" I snarled. "Who the hell asked you? You can't dictate what I do and don't do anyway so shut the fuck up!" I ignored him then and snapped my attention back to Tasha. "So, what's it going to be?"

"Up the stairs, first door on your right,"

I looked at Sam, surprised, and nodded my thanks. Grabbing my bag I took stalked past my sister and without looking at her said. "I'm leaving in the morning, this is complete bullshit. I should never have come back here."

"Evie…"

"Good night." I took the stairs two at a time and threw open the first door on the right and slammed it shut. It was childish, I know, but there is something oddly satisfying about slamming doors when you're angry. Throwing my bag at the end on the single bed and opening the window, I took a deep calming breath of forest air and kicked off my boots.

Slipping out of my shirt and jeans and not bothering about finding my pyjamas, I crawled under the clean sheets and stared at the ceiling. Five minutes here and I've already made a scene and gotten so worked up I could've gutted someone with a kitchen knife. Granted, it was exactly my fault, but I probably flew off the handle just a teeny, tiny bit.

Rolling over I tried to turn off my brain and eventually fell asleep to the sound of pouring rain.

A/N: Soooo? What did you think? Please, please review and let me know. I'm still nervous about whether or not this story is worth continuing…Evie isn't really a bitch, well, not always. But three days without sleep will put some strain on ones moods, lol.

This chapter is early, usually I'll try to update once a week or so. I shouldn't be overloading myself that way, which is what I'm really trying not to do.

I'd love to hear what you think of this one!

Have a lovely day, til next time,

~Meg xx