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Chapter 6: The Tour-Part I

I skipped through the door in what I was hoping was an upbeat mood, just in case there were any signs I'd been crying still evident. Skipping up to Seth and slinging my arms around him from behind, I stretched up and kissed his cheek. "Hiya, muscles,"

He laughed and pulled me around in front of him so he could hug me properly. "Hello, shortie."

"I am not short, you lot dwarf everyone." I closed my eyes and hugged him tighter, he was so hot. Just like Sam, and Jacob, and Leah...and everyone else around here. I sighed contentedly. 'Don't let go, Seth. Please don't let me go.' Okay, so maybe I'm not as 'fine' as I thought I was.

Someone cleared their throat nosily.

"I'm eleven minutes and twenty-four seconds late, yes, I know." Reluctantly I pulled back from my comfort and released Seth. The poor boy looked pretty confused and a little concerned.

"Are you alright, Evie?" He asked, searching my face.

I dropped my eyes as another voice piped up, and in a frantic half panicked, half demanding tone, asked. "Why isn't she alright? What's wrong? Evie, are you okay? Leah, what happened to her?"

Stepping away from Seth I rolled my eyes at Jacob, pulling up every wall I had ever built and locked them all firmly in place. "I fine, can't I hug him without there being something wrong? Once again, get a grip. Are you sure he's sane?" I asked Sam. "I mean, really sure?"

My cousin raised his eyebrows. "Yes, I'm sure."

"That means a lot." I muttered under my breath, before spinning on my heel and going up the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Tasha called after me. "You agreed to this, missy! Eva…"

"Oh for god's sake, I'll be back, damnit." I was quick to administer another shot of morphine; I could do it in my sleep now. There was no worry about addiction. It was all part of Tyler's super morphine mix. Non-addict-able accelerated healing…and all the rest of the technical side of it.

I pulled out my phone and found it had gone flat. I groaned before plugging it into its charger and dropping it on the bedside table. I rolled up the leg of my cargo pants and proceeded to clean and change the dressing on that wound before I ventured back down stairs, that pant leg still rolled up to my knee displaying the bandage. It was healing well, having already shortened by an inch or so. A little more time and I would be able to get rid of the stitches.

The sight that I was met with down stairs, made me wonder all over again why I was putting up with this madness. Jacob was pacing back and forth anxiously, muttering in a low voice to Sam, who looked to be trying to pacifying him again. The rest were sprawled out leisurely, eating, talking or wrestling, in Collin and Seth's case.

The two rolled past the base of the stairs with the other boys whooping and egging them on, betting which one would triumph. Not to be biased or anything, but Seth had better form, though Collin was that little bit faster.

'Note to self: Give Seth some kick arse tips on winning fights.'

"Come on boys, take it outside yeah?" I said as I stepped past them. "Oh and, Seth, his weakness is in his left returns. Aim for the middle, left." I picked up an apple off the bench and took a bite.

"How can you tell?" Brady asked, eyeing his friends with scrutinising eyes.

"I know everything, don't you know that? Are you two quite done with your little pow wow? I'd like to have this torture over with by early this afternoon."

Jacob swooped over to me and started looking me over for god-only-knew-what while Sam eyed me wearily. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea." My cousin stated.

"What?" Jacob all but shrieked, yeah, shrieked, like a girl. "Sam!"

Sam looked between us as I glared at Jacob and put a little more distance between us. He sighed and fixed his eyes on me. "Do you promise not to kill him? You seem a little moody today..."

Someone scoffed, probably Paul, the idiot. "Your powers of observation astound me, Sammy." I was being sarcastic, like his previous question wasn't serious. I answered it seriously anyway. "I cannot be held accountable for my actions when I have already warned you of the consequences that this hair brained idea may yield. Your choice."

He nodded towards the door and I heard Jacob sigh in relief while I internally groaned. "Be home before dark." He said to Black, who nodded eagerly, grabbed my hand and pulled me outside.

"Wait! Evie!"

Black groaned loudly in annoyance and I took the opportunity to get my hand back and answer. "Yea, Seth?"

"Can I take out the Enzo again? Please?" He begged from the veranda, giving me puppy eyes.

I pulled the keys from my pocket and dangled them on my finger. "On the conditions that not one scratch, dint or blemish appears on it and its spick and span and good as new when I come back." I smiled.

He nodded quickly and with a chuckle I threw him the keys, which he caught easily then waved us off. I followed Black reluctantly as he led the way towards the forest. The forest was pretty and all, but seriously, I didn't need to know every inch of its layout. If it were building plans for a place I had to infiltrate than I'd be way excited.

We walked in silence for while, with him in front and me a pace or so behind. This was just brilliant, following some idiot around that I'd punched and didn't really like in complete silence. Could be worse I suppose, I could be subjected to the torture of him and his confusing monolog.

"I'm going about this wrong, aren't I?" He said finally, halting to allow me to catch up to him.

I raised my eyebrow at him. "I'm not sure what 'this' your talking about, but yeah, your probably doing it wrong."

He heaved a sigh. "You really don't like me, do you?"

"Nope," I popped the 'p', and then felt a little bad about it as he slumped.

"Oh, you don't want to see the res either, do you?" Man, he sounded sad, like someone had died sad.

"I do remember where everything is, it's highly unlikely I'll get lost." We continued on, side by side, back in silence. Black looked like he was in deep thought. This could be interesting…

"How can I make it up to you?" He asked, putting a hand on my arm to stop me again then removed it quickly when he thought better of it. Perhaps he was learning. "Anything you want, I'll do it." He paused and looked down sadly. "Even if you want me to stay away, I'll do anything if it makes you happy."

'Oh god, why does he have to look like a kicked puppy?' 'He is rather good looking…' My inner voice piped up, I swiftly squashed it and sighed. "Would you stop looking like that? Even my three year old godson doesn't look that sad after you've taken his favourite toys."

"I find it makes me feel rather guilty, so cut it out so I can leave and not have a guilty conscious. I hate having a guilty conscious, its bad enough without you adding to it.' I shook the thoughts from my mind.

Jacob looked at me again, we weren't close together but I still had to tilt my head back to look at his face. He was smiling hopefully. "So that's what you want me to do?"

I rolled my eyes. "Among other things, if I agree not to banish you from ever coming within a two hundred metre radius of me, then you have to agree to the conditions."

He nodded quickly. "Anything, just name it."

"Well, firstly you have to tune down your weirdness. I don't understand it and you're freaking me out," It's blindingly annoying and I can't figure you out, which makes it even more annoying. "Secondly, you excuse me from this tour that I don't need, and if I think of anything else, I'll be sure to let you know."

He nodded vigorously, so much so I thought his head would fall off. "Deal, what would you rather do? Can I stay with you, just the two of us?"

"Weirdness,"

"Right, sorry, I'm new to this, sorry." He was grinning like he'd just laid eyes on the sun for the first time. "…So, what do you want to do?"

"What is there to do in this place?"

"Well, we could go to the beach…." He seemed stuck after that.

Looking up through the tree tops to yet another overcast sky, I decided to try another tactic. "What do you usually do?"

"Hang out with the guys, play video games, cliff dive, work on the rabbit…eat."

My mouth lifted into an involuntary smile at that, only this place could turn eating into a hobby. "Sounds interesting, what's the rabbit?"

"It's a Volkswagen Rabbit," He said proudly. "I've been doing it up."

Cars, cool, I can do cars. "Can you show me that?" The way I figured it, that should be a pretty safe, non weird outcome option. I wouldn't mind cliff diving, but that would probably spark some odd reaction, and plus it was too cold for that. It probably wouldn't get any warmer while I was here though, so at some stage I'll just have to suck it up.

"Okay, it's in the garage at home, come on." I could see he debated about taking my hand again, he started to reach for it, but I gestured with it in the direction of the Black property. "Led the way then,"

We changed our direction and took a different path through the green undergrowth. It was like a spider's web of paths here, all branching off in different directions.

"So…would it be weird if I asked you to play twenty questions?" He asked as he fell in time with me. Keeping space between us but staying by my side all the same.

Twenty questions…how much truth could I tell him? I shrugged. "I suppose I could take that, if you insist, can't guarantee I'll answer everything though."

"That's okay," He said with a happy smile, relieved I'd agreed and not shot him down. "Whatever you're comfortable with."

"Right…well, ask away then." This should be interesting…

"What's your favourite colour?" He asked immediately.

I was surprised. "That's it, my favourite colour?"

He looked at me sideways and laughed softly. "That's what I said, so there isn't anything wrong with your hearing, either."

I looked down and bit my lip as I recalled the similar words I'd spoken to him the day before. Had it really only been two days? Tonight was my third night, and originally scheduled to be my last. But I'm not sure now, with Leah and Seth and Sue….And Tasha, of course, she'd be upset if I left now, after only just making the beginnings of peace with Sam. Who may not be as bad as I thought he was. Go figure.

"So? What is it?" Jacob prompted, leaning down and trying to look me in the eye. It was a kinda funny position for someone his size.

"Um…I don't know."

"You don't know your favourite colour?" He asked, grinning and shaking his head.

I shrugged as we exited the trees that opened up to reveal the Black house. "Never really thought about it," Wondering about your favourite colour seemed like such a trivial thing to think about in my life. Oh, now it's my turn to ask him isn't it? "Um…what's your favourite colour, then?"

He chuckled and instead of going to the house he headed towards the sheds that had most definitely seen happier days. "Green," Was his simple answer.

"Ah, like the forest." I smiled as he made a show of opening the tin door and gesturing me inside.

"No, like your eyes,"

"Oh," 'Oh, god.'

"Favourite animal?"

"Uh…" Shit, um... "I like birds, eagles and phoenixes, and canines and big cats…you?"

He gave me a toothy grin. "Wolf."

Right, Quileute legends were based on wolves, something about our ancestors being decedents of them. Stories used to keep the kids quiet for a while, like Santa Claus. "Cool." The red rabbit at the back of the shed was surrounded by tools, all neatly organised, with the bonnet up and ready to have its work continued. "How much does it need doing?"

"It's nearly done, actually. I've been working on it for a while." He answered, picking up a spanner and twirling it around his hand once before setting it on a bench.

Two bikes leaning against the wall caught my attention. They weren't new styled, but looked in good condition. "Are they yours to?"

He nodded. "Bella Swan…got them, and I helped her do them up, she gave them to me not that long ago." He seemed hesitant to talk about Bella…was I missing something here? "Do you like cars and bikes, then?"

"Yeah, I'm really into that kinda stuff. I've got my baby, of course, that Seth and the rest of those fools had better be taking damn good care of. Then I've got a Kawasaki Ninja ZX 14 and a BMW R1200GS sitting at home in the garage. I love the race tracks, there's one not far from where I live so I spend a bit of time there when I'm home."

Jacob gaped at me. "How do you afford all this stuff?"

I shrugged. "Mum's a high paid lawyer firm partner, so she helped me in early years. I've worked for the rest of it. But I don't do what I do for the money, though. It's just a perk."

"You've got a good relationship with your Mum, then?"

I looked away from the bikes and gazed at him calmly for a moment before shaking my head. "No, not really. She hardly talks to me and I hardly talk to her. I haven't seen her for months. Tasha and I got pretty much everything we wanted growing up, but I think it was a ploy to keep us occupied and away from her."

"I'm sorry…"

"Don't be, I don't really mind all that much. I've got enough female figures to survive without my blood mother." Jacob's mother, Sarah, had died in a crash when we were young, so his questioning my relationship with mine was understandable. People tend to ask about what they don't have. In my case though, he isn't missing out.

I concentrated on the rabbit, wandering over to the front and leaning in to get a better look under the bonnet. The engine was new, or newer, then the car body. It looked like he was in the process of fitting it. The air cleaner was missing from its housing but a quick look around revealed a new one still in its plastic sitting on the side bench.

"Do you mind if I…?" I pointed at the air cleaner.

Jacob looked surprised but nodded, grabbing it and bringing it to me. "So you're a mechanic to? Is there anything you don't do?" His comment wasn't teasing…more, admiring.

I shrugged, taking the air cleaner from his hands and biting the inside of my cheek as our fingers brushed, sending warm tingles through my hands. I cleared my throat and took the plastic off. "I know a bit, I usually just do the driving but my friend thought I should know this stuff. Knowing how to fix and put together the bits and pieces helped me know how everything worked, and I got to be a better driver."

He leaned down to watch me fit the air cleaner. "I think it's great. If you've got such a passion for driving, why aren't you a race car driver or something?"

"Never really occurred to me to do it professionally, I've had my heart set on what I do now for a long time. Everything else just appears as a hobby after it." Why was I telling him this? I should be keeping track of how many questions he had left.

"Do you have pets?"

"Yea, I've got a little white fluffy mutt, named Mutt." I tightened the wing nut on top of the housing and brushed my hands together, satisfied.

Jacob laughed. "You named your dog Mutt?"

"Yep," He was still laughing so I continued in defence. "It could have been worse; I could've named him Fluffy."

He cringed. "Yeah, it could have been worse."

I found myself smiling and giggling at the expression on his face. Not that I could really blame him, it was a terrible name. He looked at me and smiled stupidly. "What?" I asked suspiciously.

He just kept smiling and shook his head. "Nothing,"

Raising an eyebrow I gave him a disbelieving look but turned back to the car anyway. I don't think I'd like what he was thinking, and I can imagine that Sam would be rather upset if I impaled his friend on a large screw driver. And it would make Tasha upset that I'd upset Sam, and she'd make my life a living hell no matter where I ran to.

Saying it like that really did make us all sound like a bunch of five year olds.

I chewed on my bottom lip thoughtfully as I surveyed the car and its bits and pieces. "Hand me a fifteen mil spanner," I said finally, leaning further over the motor.

"Why?" His voice startled me a bit as he was closer to me then expected, soon I could feel the heat radiating off him.

"Your oil filter housing is loose." I managed not to look at him and keep my voice normal, though his proximity was affecting me more then I thought acceptable.

Within seconds the silver tool appeared in my line of vision attached to a large tan hand and we both set to work doing different things to the Rabbit.

"Hey," Jacob said a while later. We'd continued to work on the Rabbit in peaceful silence, only really speaking when I couldn't find something I needed.

I rolled out from under the back where I'd been checking the back axel and looked up at him. He had black on his hands and spots on his face and shirt and his hair was messy. I don't know what he'd been doing, but Rachel would hang him out to dry when she saw him. "Mmhm?"

"Do you want to go up to the house? My dad will love to see you, and I can smell something sweet."

I chuckled a little and rolled my eyes. "What is it with you people and food? You seem to have an extra sense to detect it."

He grinned. "Something like that," Extending a hand down to help me up, his face softened into a smile.

After a second of hesitation I took his hand and let him pull me up. He let go of my hand, thankfully, but he did it in a way that drew out the time we were actually touching for as long as possible.

"You've got…" He pointed to my cheek with a giant grin.

My hand flew to the spot he was talking about instantly and I leaned down to look in the mirror. Sure enough there was a smudged spot of oil on my cheek. "Damn."

He laughed. "Makes you look cute, come on, there's plenty of water and soap in the house."

I scoffed. "How can being covered in black as black oil be described as cute?" We wiped our hands on a rag before leaving the shed.

"You can make anything look cute."

Rolling my eyes and giving him a pointed look I sighed. "And you were doing so well…"

"It's a compliment, don't you like compliments?"

"Depending on what type of compliment it is."

"You're a strange girl, do you know that?" He asked, completely amused.

"I take offence to that."

"What?" He yelped, looking panicked at that. "No, no that's not what I meant, I'm sorry, I didn't…"

If he talked any faster I'd get a headache for sure. "Woah, I was kidding! Kind of, but I get it, your sorry. What'd I say about weirdness?"

"Right, I'm sorry." He held open the door for me gallantly, bowing and smiling.

I sighed but walked inside none the less. There, sprawled out on the lounge like he owned the place, was Paul, Paul with a fluffy milkshake moustache. I burst out laughing immediately; such an opportunity was not to be missed.

"I didn't know you were a moustache man, Paulie, and a white one. Are you getting old?" I teased.

To my immense delight he scowled at me and was at a blank for come backs.

Still grinning triumphantly, I looked around the room and spotted Billy as he wheeled through the doorway which I knew led to the kitchen. "Hello, young man," I smiled at him, swooping over and dropping a kiss on his old cheek and hugging him.

He laughed and hugged me back. "Hi, Evie, honey, I think your eyesight is failing you."

"Nonsense, Billy. How are you? I'm sorry last I saw I wasn't in the best of moods." I said sheepishly.

Paul snorted. "There's the understatement of the year, you were a down right bitch."

There was a slap and growl as Jacob hit him around the head. "Shut up, Paul."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. Billy chuckled at me. "It's alright, honey. How's your time been? Enjoy your day keeping my boy in line? He's been behaving himself I hope?"

I shrugged. "He's done alright, so far. When exactly did he become so weird? I don't remember him like this, maybe all those worms finally got to him." I tossed Jake a smug smirk and chuckled as he turned red. And for someone with his complexion, I wouldn't have thought that was possible.

"I was only young," He muttered quietly in defence.

Paul snorted again, this time into his milkshake and it must've gone up his nose by the way he spluttered and carried on after. I looked back to Billy questioningly. "How do you allow your daughter to have anything to do with this idiot?"

My Dad's old friend shook his head unknowingly. "Dunno, you hungry, honey?" He always called me that, Harry was the same, he addressed me the same as he addressed Leah.

"Are you sure you've got enough food with these two?"

He smiled. "Course, Rach has gone out to get more, she'll be back soon. That's why he's here." He pointed towards Paul, who looked up and smiled innocently. Pah, now that was the joke of the year. "There's enough to rustle something up."

"Alright then," I stepped around him into the kitchen and looked around, it hadn't changed from the last time I was in here. The sweet smell that Jacob had somehow picked up was coming from the oven, where a cake was baking happily. "Just tell me where it is and I'll make it, to make up for me eating your food as well."

"Ah, that's alright, honey. I doubt you'll make much difference." He laughed.

"I insist. Jacob, what do you want?" I called then not waiting for an answer added. "What you're given, brilliant."

Paul's and Billy's laughter riveted though the little house. "Just make about three times more of everything." Billy said, wheeling himself in next to me as I started rummaging around. "That should keep them happy."

"I honestly don't know how Emily feeds them all." I muttered as I located eggs, tomatoes, bacon, cheese and milk. Quiche looked like an easy bet, that and…urgh, something else. "I'd go insane making this much by twenty or however many there is. Then make desert to!"

"She's an excellent cook, it's no wonder their always over there." Billy chuckled. "You should see the amount that comes out on bonfire nights, it's probably tripled."

"La ayuda del cielo nosotros." I muttered, looking to the ceiling pleadingly. I remembered the bonfires, they were held up on the cliffs over first beach. On the traditional nights only the tribe members were allowed, the elders would tell the legends at the end of a night of eating and laughing.

"What's that?"

I looked at Billy as he regarded me in confusion. "What's what?"

"What you said, I didn't know you spoke another language."

I made and 'o' shape with my mouth as I understood. I knew ten languages at the moment, and was always adding to my fluent list. Work demanded that I learn as many as possible. I was that used to speaking them all at home and work to keep my memory fit that I sometimes slipped into one without realising.

"I'm sorry," I said, cutting up the tomatoes and bacon into small squares. "I didn't realise I'd done it. I said 'heaven help us'."

He nodded. "We always knew you'd be a bright girl, honey. You were always smart. What language was it?"

"Spanish." I winced at the memory of learning the ones that were part of our curriculum, and my teacher's face when I got it wrong. Military school had nothing on spy training, but to be tough you had to be trained tough.

Jacob poked his head around the corner. "You know other languages?" As I nodded he puffed up proudly like my boss did when his agents got praise from important figures. "What ones? Can you show me?"

"Weirdness,"

"Sorry," It was his automatic response, yet still remained sincere. "So are you going to tell me? You still owe me questions, you know."

It would be odd if I told them all the ones I knew, though with my job excuse it could be passable. Still, why risk it? "Spanish, Italian, French, and…Chinese." Four, and they were big figures in the world, so that was believable.

He looked ready to burst. "She speaks other languages…can she get anymore amazing?"

Billy laughed. "Son, weirdness,"

I grinned at him. "Couldn't have said it better myself. Go away, I'm making food. Harass Paul, or something useful."

Jacob pouted and Billy chuckled again. "Off you go, you heard the lady."

"That ain't a lady," Paul yelled to us. "That's a demon!"

Jacob growled and thumped back into the living room. "Paul! Don't you dare speak about her like that!" There was a smack and several thumps.

"Take it outside." Billy said automatically. "Sorry about them, honey. Don't listen to Paul."

I smiled and shook my head uncaringly. "I really don't care what Paul comes up with, I remember what he's like. I also know that most of the time he just says the things he says to get a rise out of the others. Boys will be boys, Billy. You can take the man out of the cave but you can't take the cave out of the man."

"That's very good. I'll have to remember that." He chortled amusedly.

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