A/N: I looked back in the book and realized Sam's father name is Joshua, not Joe. *face palm to forehead* 0.o

This chapter was hard for me to write, it was hard trying to find a way for Jay to tell Sam the truth. So if you have any comments or suggestions feel free to review. : ) I get so excited with every review. Hehe.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. If I did Seth would be legal. ; )

We just stood there in silence for what must have been two minutes. I could feel myself turn red. Thankfully it was the girlfriend that spoke up.

"Uh...Should we go in?" How was she that peppy in a situation like this? But then again, neither of them knew how deep this was going to get.

I flashed a smile. "That sounds wonderful." That sounds wonderful? Doofus. I walked in after her and Sam tailed behind us. Haha, tailed. No pun intended. Well, maybe just a little. The inside of the cottage looked just as nice as the outside although it seemed a lot smaller. The walls were painted neutral, warm colors and the broken vase on the table just exuberated home - if that even makes sense. I followed her into the kitchen where she gestured for me to take a seat. She sat a chair down from me, leaving the seat next to me open for Sam. He sat down and took the girlfriend's hand and slid them under the table. Typical cutesy thing.

"By the way, I'm Emily." She grinned so genuinely I couldn't help but smile right back at her.

"Hi Emily." After that I honestly had no idea what to say next and my mind was telling me to just jump into it. I turned towards Sam. "Sam, I actually came here to talk to you."

He seemed taken back a bit, he obviously thought I was here to talk to Emily. Well isn't that a surprise buddy boy. I saw him glance over at Emily, they seemed to communicate something with their eyes and she stood up and announced something about having to do laundry. Both Sam and I watched her leave the kitchen. She seemed to have complete faith in Sam, leaving me alone in here with him. For all she knows I could be some crazy ex-girlfriend turned stalker who came here to tell Sam he was the father of our love child. Just saying.

It wasn't long before Sam turned his eyes to me; they were so dark…like onyx. Hmm, I wonder what his fur looked like when he shifted.

My eyes were dark too, but when the sun hit them just right they would turn a light see through brown. They were the only time they were ever pretty. I had a friend tell me one time that my eyes were "the pretty version of shit brown eyes." Yeah, thanks Katy.

I looked down at my folder, not knowing how to start this. I had gotten this far, there was no way I was turning back. All my life I have never been good with emotions. If there was one thing I learned growing up on the streets with Joe is emotion only gets you in trouble. It never did anybody any good.

"So….." I started. "You're father was Joshua right?"

I watched carefully as I saw his hands clench into fists and light tremors seemed to overtake his body. Emily's face flashed in front of my eyes and I was ready to run any second. I wish that I wasn't so much as a dumb ass and find a way to ease into this but unfortunately I didn't have that talent.

A masked settled over his face, his body was rigid and his face was neutral trying to hide the feelings he had but I had already seen his pain, his anger. There was no hiding it.

"Yes, that man was my father. I haven't seen him in years so if you're here looking for him you won't find him." He no longer looked at me, just stared at the vase sitting on the table with the little crack in it.

My mind was racing. Had he met him before? "Ummm….no. I'm not looking for him, trust me." I could hear the disgust that laced through my voice and I know he did too. He turned to face me again with an eyebrow raised. Now he was interested.

I didn't say anything hoping he would speak up, but he didn't. He was waiting for me to say something. Great. I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. You can do this, you can do this. Fuck Jay, just do this already.

"I actually came here to find you. Before you hear all this I swear I'm not a stalker." I kept my eyes focused on my folder; I didn't want to see his reaction to anything I was saying. "I know a lot about you. I know how old are and that you're mom, Allison, raised you all by herself." I didn't avert my eyes; despite what I said about not being a stalker…I'm pretty sure he thinks I am one. Hell, I would. Truth is, when Joshua would get in one of his "nice" coke influenced moods, he would tell me about Sam and his mom. He would tell me magical legends about the Quileute tribe and how the magic ran through our veins. I don't know when I started believing the stories, I guess somewhere deep down inside I knew they were true. And Josh somehow knew Sam was a wolf, I don't know how….he just did.

"I also know you're a shape shifter."

I looked up to meet his gaze. I could see the confusion sprawled across his face. He stared me down, trying to decipher something I wasn't letting out. It was really intimidating, I felt like a five year old being interrogated. But I wasn't going to let him know that, I just stared back until he looked away.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He mumbled.

I laughed bitterly. His eyes flew back to me. "Oh, come on." I said chuckling. "I already know that's a lie. You don't have to admit it if you don't want to."

His onyx eyes grew bigger but he didn't deny it any further. "How do you know?"

I smiled hugely, for what reason I had no idea. "Joshua Uley is my father."

A/N: Dun dun dun! She said it! I'm thinking some of the next chapter will be in Sam's POV. Let me know if you think it's a good idea. : )