Authors Note: Sorry this took so long. I broke my promise, again to get this out within a week. I'm just going to stop making promises. This chapter was meant to be longer, but I didn't have as much time to work on it. It's shorter than the last chapter. Ah, well. I've been writing this off and on for the past week or so.

Hope you enjoy.

Falling Through: Chapter 4 - I hate that guy

Edward decided it would be a good idea for us to talk outside, away from the house so that we wouldn't be overheard. The thing is, we didn't exactly walk there. The second after everyone else had gone out front to the porch, Edward tightly gripped my forearm and started pulling me out the back door. Maybe pulling was the wrong way to put it. I think dragging would be a more appropriate description.

Edward didn't speak until we were finally a safe distance from the house to not be overheard. My arm was sore. His grip was vampire tight and would without a doubt leave a mark. The mark will probably be gone by the time this conversation ended—because I heal fast. Well that is if I am still even alive at the end of this conversation. I have a feeling that Edward wants to kill me right now.

"What were you thinking, you stupid dog?! Just because Nessie is attatched to you, don't think I wont kill you!" Edward shot at me. His eyes were a blazing black and I could practically see steam rushing out of his ears.

"Um…I'm sorry, but what exactly did I do?" I asked. He took a step towards me, and I instantly took a step back.

"What did you do?! Well, Jacob, I'll tell you what you did! You got…" he searched for a word, "intimate, with my daughter while we had visitors in the house!"

"Was that bad?"

He took a step closer, and I backed into a tree. Oh, crap. I was trapped. There was no way I would survive this. Well…on the bright side, Nessie doesn't have to see this. But no! She's still mad at me! I can't die when she's mad at me! I can't leave things like this!

"Yes. That was bad. Very bad. One false mood and they'll turn against us! We can't have them turn against us. We don't want to put ourselves in danger, Jacob," Edward said, slightly calmer this time.

"Oh. I didn't realize…"

"Of course you didn't. You never do." Edward sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Jake. Go home. Go tell your pack about the situation before they get out of hand."

"Wait, what do you mean 'before they get out of hand'?" I asked.

"They've been wandering the area for the past few hours. They know something's going on. Go explain."

"Ah…okay," I didn't wait for him to say anything else. I took off running into the woods and he didn't stop me. Frankly, I just wanted to get out of there. That was too much intimidation for one day.

The second I phased, I was bombarded with thoughts.

"Jacob, what's going on?" Sam thought.

"Who are the new blood suckers?" Paul thought.

"They're Russians just stopping by to make peace. They'll be gone soon. They aren't hunting on the reserve, or in this area. Chill out, guys," I thought.

Well then, I told them what was going on, so it would appear as though my task was completed. Mission accomplished. Time to get back to Nessie. God only knows what she was dealing with, what with those Russians there. Especially that Lavrenti. The idiot guy who walked in on Nessie and me…making out. On the bed. Which I guess probably looked pretty bad. But in all fairness, it was just as much her fault as it was mine. Hell, she was the one who took my shirt off in the first place!

I quickly phased and put on the pants that had tied to my leg before phasing. My shirt was shredded. Well, technically it wasn't my shirt, but whatever. I didn't really like it anyways. The Cullen's and the stupid Russians would just have to deal with me being half naked. It shouldn't bother them too much. Ha!

I took off running toward the oversized Cullen house. It only took me a few minutes to get there. The porch was empty, so I assume everyone moved the party inside.

I didn't bother knocking—I never did—and I just went ahead and opened the front door and barged in.

The living room was empty except for Nessie and Emmet. Nessie's eyes instantly connected with mine, and she grinned widely. Emmet only glanced up for a second before returning his attention to Nessie.

I didn't say anything. I just moved over to the couch next to Nessie and threw my arm over her shoulders, pulling her to me.

"So wait…why am I in outer space?" Emmet asked. He was sitting in the large reclining chair across from the couch.

"Uncle Emmet, we've been over this. Do I need to draw you a diagram? You are in outer space, because you got distracted at the space station once you got off the spaceship, and the other spaceship crew members just ditched you there because you were obnoxious the entire way there and they wanted to get rid of you," Nessie explained. It took me a second to figure out that they were playing the game. The same one Nessie and I played on our way to McDonalds a while ago at three in the morning.

"Hmm. Okay, so I would float over to Mars, and then I would just live there," Emmet explained. The sad thing was that he was serious. He was a disgrace to this game.

"How would you get through Mar's atmosphere? In this game you are a normal human being, therefore you would be unable to withstand Mar's extreme conditions. Plus, it hasn't even been proven that there's water, or even air on Mars…so how would you survive?" Nessie asked him.

"Okay, I don't like this game. Too much thinking involved. I'll be outside. Play nice, kids." Emmet stood up, and headed out the door, leaving Nessie and me alone. Unsupervised.

"Now in space, the solution to Emmet's situation is simple. Assuming he was inside the space station, he could just radio Earth and call for help. There has to be some food supply there at the station. Easy," I explained. I'll admit it, I was showing off. But so what? I was allowed to show off every once and a while, wasn't I?

"Well aren't you smart. I guess you win, even though you weren't really playing," Nessie said.

"So where are the Russians?" I asked.

"They went out to tour the area with the rest of my family. Only they left Emmet here to baby-sit me or something. I'm sort of offended that they think I need to be watched."

I didn't say anything. I couldn't disagree with them on leaving someone here with her. Not that I feel that she needs to be watched—I don't. But it's safer for her with Emmet here. One of the Russians could always stray away from the group and come back here, after her. I didn't truth them. Not a single one. I didn't care if they wanted to make peace or not. Nothing was going to change my mind about not trusting them.

"Hey, Jake? Where's your shirt?" Nessie asked. Damn. She noticed. It's pretty weird that I thought she wouldn't. Well, I guess it wasn't as much as thought as it was hope. I hoped she wouldn't notice. I mean, she picked the shirt out for me and stuff, so she might be offended that it's shredded now and that I didn't bother to take it off before I phased to prevent the shredding.

"Uh…it's a little damaged…" I told her.

"Only a little? You phased with it on, didn't you?" Damn. It's like she could read my mind. Hah.

"Yeah, that's pretty much what happened."

She looked away for a minute, but quickly turned back. "Oh well, you didn't really look good in it anyways."

"I didn't? Now I'm offended!" I pretended to be shocked.

"I mean, you just look so much better with your shirt off, that you wearing a shirt—even a nice one—doesn't even compare." Her hands were tracing the outlines of the muscles on my arm now. Her soft, perfect, warm hands. Oh, how I love those hands.

You would think that we learned our lesson the first time. You would think that we wouldn't make out, especially in such a public place as this living room. But we just sort of got caught up in the moment—and the next thing I knew we were all over each other. Somehow Nessie's white blouse got unbuttoned. Yeah, seriously. I don't remember when this happened, but it did. I think I might have played a part in it, but like I said, I'm not really sure.

"This is probably a bad idea," I managed to say between kisses. My hands were tightly gripping her bare waist. If she wasn't half vampire, then my hands would be leaving bruises.

"Do you want to stop?" she asked, kissing the side of my mouth, her hands in my hair.

"Umm…no," I replied, and we continued.

Things were getting a little out of control. It's a good thing that Emmet caught us. "Hey! Hey! Children! Settle down! Nessie button up your shirt! Jacob put your pants on! I knew I shouldn't have left you two alone. Can't trust you people. Ah well. Too late now."

I know what you're thinking. You had your pants off? Well yes, technically, I did have my pants off. But it's not as bad as you think! I had boxers on! Oh, and yes, Nessie had her shirt unbuttoned. But she still had a bra on! So, I mean, it isn't that big of a deal.

And there was definitely no reason for Emmet to have to shield his eyes as I put my jeans back on, and Nessie buttoned up her blouse (she had changed out of her dress after the Russians went out with her family). "I don't want to see this. I'm scarred for life now," Emmet said while holding his hands over his eyes and wearing an expression of horror.

"I am so sorry Uncle Emmet! Please please please don't tell my dad! Please!" Nessie begged.

"I won't tell him, or think about it around him. But you owe me! Both of you do!" Emmet exclaimed. He was taking this very seriously. But then again, it's Emmet we're talking about here.

When we were all dressed, Emmet informed us that, "They'll be back in a second. That's why I came in here to check on you people, and I happened to catch you two in the act!"

"Oh come on, we weren't doing anything," I said.

"Hah! Right! You were doing anything! Well if you think that's nothing, I don't even want to know what you consider something! The mental image! Nasty!" Emmet shouted, just as everyone walked through the door.

Nessie and I were on opposite side of the couch at that point, pretending like nothing happened. She became deeply interested in her fingernails just as I started wondering what time it was in New Mexico.

The Cullens came inside, followed by the Russians. Everybody was talking in groups. I caught glimpses of conversations.

"You've just got to see my closet! If you liked the Parisian fashion show last month, then I've just got to show you my collection of stilettos!" Alice was saying to the girl with dark straight hair, Jelena.

"Show me!" Jelena replied. Alice grinned, like she always did when discussing fashion, and headed up stairs with Jelena and Rosalie following her.

Emmet and Jasper were talking to Lavrenti, but I didn't really care about whatever they were saying.

Carlisle and Esme were going into the kitchen with Anton and Dasha, saying something about vampire clans in Alaska.

Edward and Bella were deep in conversation with Vera and Mixim. They were discussing different "powers" vampires have.

Good. Maybe Edward would be too distracted to notice anyone thinking about—damn it! I thought about it. Edwards head whipped around and he glared at me. Oh, God. He knew. Damn, damn, damn. Why did I have to think about it?! Why couldn't I just focus on something innocent? I could think about…Sue's homemade lasagna, Rebecca's homemade brownies...Brownies are brown. Funny, because so is Nessie's bra. Oh, no wait. I guess that isn't very funny. Crap!

"Please excuse me for one second. There's something I need to take care of," Edward said to Bella, Vera, and Mixim before slowly heading towards the couch where Nessie and I were sitting. Crap. He heard me. Why must I think about things such as the color of Nessie's bra? Damn it! I thought it again.

I had to think fast, Edward was almost here. He was walking slow, glaring angrily at me. What could I do to stop him from killing me? There had to be something—Aha!

"Nessie," I said, pulling her to me quickly and holding her to me. She looked confused for a moment, before she spotted her father. It must have registered in her mind that I must have thought about "it" even though she probably didn't know that "it" was her bra, but regardless she climbed onto my lap protectively.

"Daddy, don't," Nessie told Edward when he was standing directly in front of us.

"Renesme, I will not tolerate him thinking about you that way," Edward tried to gently remove his daughter from my lap, but she was holding onto me too tightly.

"Please," Nessie begged, and that broke him. His face turned soft, and the anger vanished. Either that or he was hiding it for Nessie's sake.

He was about to say something, but Bella stopped him. "Edward, let it go," Bella said, grabbing his arm and pulling him back towards Vera and Mixim. She shot us a smile before leaving. So Bella saves the day, yet again.

Nessie climbed off my lap as soon as her parents were a safe distance away.

This caught Emmet's attention. "I swear, it wasn't me!" Emmet exclaimed.

"We know it wasn't you. It was Jake and his incapability to keep his thoughts to himself," Nessie told him.

"You both still owe me. I could have gone forever without seeing that. I mean, seriously, get a room."

Nessies face flushed deep red. She was embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Emmet. I'm really really really sorry. It was very disrespectful," Nessie said, looking down. I know she was disappointed in herself. She should be. There was no reason for her to feel that way. She didn't do anything wrong.

Emmet was about to say something, but was interrupted by Carlisle saying, "Nessie, you don't mind showing Anton and Dasha your power, do you dear?"

"Not at all," Nessie replied standing up in front of me so she would be level with Anton and Dasha.

"Carlisle says you can show people things? What type of things?" Anton asked curiously.

"My thoughts, my memories, my feelings, anything really," Nessie explained. "I can show you better than I can tell you." Nessie raised her hand and placed it on Antons cheek. He flintched away from her touch at first, but seemed to relax as she showed her whatever.

A few seconds later, Nessie removed her hand. "I see…how unique. I've never seen anything quite like it. You are very gifted," Anton said. "Dasha, you need to see this."

Dasha moved closer to Renesme. Nessie placed her hand softly on Dasha's cheek. A couple of seconds later, she removed it.

"Amazing isn't it?" Anton asked. Dasha just nodded in response, too stunned to speak.

"You've interested me now. Do you mind if I try?"

I looked up to see who it was who said that, and wasn't surprised that it was Lavrenti. Nessie nodded at him and pressed her hand to his face.

That isn't what made me mad. What made me mad was that Lavrenti placed his own hand over her's. That was not appropriate. I would have attacked him, but I restrained myself. I had caused enough trouble for one day, I didn't need to creat any more. Instead I placed a hand on Nessie's leg protectively. She looked down at me and rolled her eyes.

Nessie tried to remove her hand a few seconds later when she finished showing him whatever it was. But he didn't let go of hers. That's it—this guy was going to die and I would be doing the honors.

He released her hand a second before I could attack him.

I hate that guy. Hate him. Hate him. I. Hate. Him.

Authors Note Continued: Well to tell you the truth, that was not the ending I had in mind for this chapter. But I really wanted to get this chapter published so you guys could read it. Plus this was a good place to end it. It'll make me more anxious to begin writing the next chapter.

I didn't mean to throw in another make out scene, honest. Yet I did. I must enjoy them too much. I have issues. Perverted issues.

And that's okay, because I will have the next chapter up as soon as possible. Probably.