OK guys. I know it's been a while and I"m really sorry. I don't have a good excuse so I won't bother to try giving one. Here is my latest installment. I"m not particularly proud of it, but it works.

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Edward's POV

I had been sitting here with Jacob for eleven days. I was not overly bored or impatient, but I was beginning to get hungry. The thirst was bearable right now, but soon I would have to leave to hunt for at least a little while. The thought filled me with worry. What would happen if I left Jacob? He was getting stronger, but he was still unresponsive.

I had had nothing but time to think in the last week and a half. I thought about Bella, my family, Jacob's family and Jacob and how this situation was going to affect them all. But my thoughts were always brought back to Jacob and his extremely slow return to health. I was confident that the issues I dwelled on daily could be resolved if I could just speak with him.

There was one thing I knew for sure. My presence kept Jacob alive and even improved his health slowly. But, besides when I had to carry him from Canada, I had always been a few feet away sitting in this chair next to his bed or standing by the window. If I was closer, if his subconscious could register that I was there with him, then maybe that would be even better for him.

I stood from the chair I had been occupying and took up a space on the bed next to Jacob. Resting my back against the headboard, I stretched my legs out across the bed, my left leg gently touching Jacob's arm. The warmth of his body was uncomfortable for a few seconds until my body adjusted to the extreme temperature difference. I found warmth spreading from my leg throughout the rest of my body. It was the kind of warmth one felt when blood was flowing through his veins, a sensation I had not felt in almost one hundred years. It was intoxicating, that warmth radiating from Jacob that made me feel alive again.

I picked a book from the stack on the bedside table and began to read. It was The Prince and The Pauper by Charles Dickens. I myself was a fan of Oliver Twist, but I had already read it several times and I thought Jacob might like The Pauper a little more. As I opened the book and began to read, I kept my ability to speak and read quickly in check. I wanted Jacob to understand what I was reading if he were listening.

So I read and read, and by the time I was halfway through the novel, the sun was beginning to set, casting large shadows in the darkening room. Taking a break from reading, I set the book on the bedside table. Removing myself from my place on the bed, I went to the window. As I stood there watching the sun sink behind the wall of trees that was the forest, I began to hear a humming sound. It was like a murmur or whisper. So low I had to strain to hear it, but definitely there. I listened intently.

"Edward?" said Jasper as he walked casually into the room. My brother had been coming in to sit with me for a few hours every day since we returned home. He did not feel it was healthy for me to sit in here alone 'brooding' as he put it.

I raised my hand silencing him as I turned my ear in Jacob's direction. "I hear something." I told him. "I…think it might be Jacob's thoughts." I could hear every member of my family carrying on with their normal, uninteresting thoughts, but this was so quiet I could not make anything out except a gentle hum capable of lulling a person into a stupor.

I took the same place I had been occupying on the bed all afternoon making sure I touched Jacob in the same way as well and I waited. Looking over to Jasper, he had a confused look on his face, but he said nothing. He appeared to be concentrating. "Can you feel anything?" I asked. He shook his head. Maybe Jacob was not strong enough to express any feelings, but I was convinced the sound I could hear was coming from him. As I thought this, I could have sworn the humming became a little louder.

"Carlisle." I stated as if I were addressing a man standing in the room with me. Hearing me, he breezed into the room with a look of concern on his face. "I can hear something."

"Can you make anything out?" I shook my head. "But you're sure it is coming from Jacob's thoughts?"

I nodded. "It's only a faint humming, whispery sound like wind through the trees."

Carlisle listened to Jacob's heartbeat and breathing then took his light and checked his eyes. "Nothing has really changed physically, but maybe he is starting to come out of his coma. If he is, the changes in him will be much more noticeable from now on and they will occur more quickly."

Carlisle and Jasper left the room and Rosalie walked in followed closely by Alice. "So the mutt is coming around?" asked my blonde sister. Who of course had heard everything going on in the room.

"I think he might be." I answered shortly, choosing not to comment on the offensive nickname.

"Good. I'll be glad not to smell that stench anymore." She grimaced. "Although, I'm starting to get used to it."

"Yeah, me too." quipped Alice. "The longer he hangs around the easier it will get and by the time Edward and Jacob are officially a couple we won't even notice the smell anymore." A huge smile lit her face. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Since when are we becoming a couple?" I commented.

"Just a theory." She stated simply, turning and bouncing out of the room. I watched her go with my still narrowed eyes before turning my gaze back to Rosalie. She looked annoyed by Alice's chipper attitude, but her thoughts seemed to agree with our sprite sister.

"I hear he's good with cars. I call dibs on getting to take him to the garage when he wakes up. The look on his face will be priceless." she shook her head thinking of how his face might look when he sees our assortment of cars.

"I'm sure he would love that." My voice was quiet and my sister must have noticed something in the tone that I had not known was there. She stepped closer and a sincere and understanding look on her face.

"I hope you understand that things are not just going to be resolved when Jacob wakes up. You have a long road ahead of you full of issues, lack of trust, anger even. The two of you can only work these things out together."

"Do you think we will end up together as a couple?" I asked her quietly.

"Well, if you look at past imprint stories, then, yes, you will. But your situation is unique and maybe you will decide only to be friends." She was quiet for a moment while she thought of what to say next. "I know you worry about the consequences on our family and Jacob's if you pursue this, but I really don't think it would be that much of an inconvenience." She shrugged as she turned and left the room.

I stared after her wondering who that was and what had she done with Rosalie. I had thought she would be the most resistant to the idea of Jacob and I, but I appeared to be wrong. She never ceased to surprise me.

The stars were now shining as bright little pin pricks across the night sky. I had always admired their beauty and I often found myself getting lost in my own thoughts as I observed them, now was no different. A thought came to me. If my leg touching Jacob had brought about this change in him, then more contact should logically bring about more change.

I had never left my spot on Jacob's bed as I looked out the window to the stars. I had not turned the light in the room on either. I didn't need it and neither did Jacob. I was resolved to test my theory. But lifting my hand preparing to touch his arm, I hesitated. Jacob would not like this and I did not want to violate him in any way. I shook that thought out of my head, this was for his health after all.

Placing my hand on his shoulder, I squeezed reassuringly. Moving my hand down his bicep I noticed how thick and strong his muscles were. There were definitely some perks to being a shape shifter, I thought wryly. When my skin made contact with his, he shivered, a good sign that his body was reacting to things around him. The heat coming off of him was almost unbearable at first, but I was adjusting to it quickly. It was no wonder he walked around half naked all the time, a shirt would be suffocating.

I rubbed my hand up and down his arm. Then I hesitantly took his hand. It was larger than mine but my pale skin next to his dark skin did not seem to contrast with one another. Jacob and I were so different, I thought. I wondered how or why the spirits he believed in, the ones responsible for this imprint, had come up with a combination like this. What was their plan?

Holding his hand was awkward yet comforting and luckily I was the only one privy to the act, but I released him because I did not think he would appreciate my actions and picking the book back up I continued reading into the night.

I did not finish reading, however. When I was two chapters away, an image suddenly assaulted me. I recognized it immediately as someone's dream. The edges were blurred, the focus came in and out, and there was a general sense of chaos. I saw trees everywhere, the same kind from the forest right outside my window. The eyes I was seeing through turned left then right. I heard heavy panting and then there was darkness. The dream was gone just as quickly as it had come.

"Carlisle." I called. He entered the room seconds later with Esme following behind. "I saw a dream. He's dreaming now." Carlisle nodded in understanding.

"This is good. I think we could expect him to wake up in the next day or two. When morning comes, I'll remove the feeding tube and catheter. I doubt things will go well if he wakes up and sees them." Carlisle returned to his office and Esme gave me a reassuring smile before she went down stairs to plan what she was going to cook for Jacob when he woke up.

The rest of the night I listened intently for any stray thought or dream from Jacob. There were unrecognizable mumbles and flashes of a forest, but that was all. Carlisle returned just after the sun began to rise, though the trees still shielded the house from its orange-ish, morning glow. He removed the equipment that had been sustaining Jacob, leaving the IV.

Later that day, after hours of hoping today would be the day Jacob woke up, I was standing looking out the window when a vision of the forest, yet again filled my head. It was not a flash like I had seen a few times before. This time it stayed and it was dark, but the eyes I was seeing through could still see exceptionally well. At the bottom of my vision I could see a reddish, brown muzzle. It was Jacob, of course, but I was surprised to see his dream-self in his wolf form.

He looked left, then right. A woman stepped out from behind a tree. She was clearly Quileute and she wore a long sky blue dress. She walked up to the wolf, reached out, touched him and then walked away without saying a word. Jacob followed after her, but it seemed like he was limping and he could not catch up before she disappeared.

After the woman was completely gone and her footsteps could no longer be heard, Bella appeared. She never glanced in Jacob's direction. He barked but she did not react. He tried to run faster but he must have been in pain. Then he tripped and fell. He whimpered.

As I watched the dream, Jasper walked into the room. "Edward, what's going on? Why do I feel pain?"

"He's having a bad dream." I answered.

"More like a nightmare." he corrected. "Wake him up. He's hurting."

I called to Jacob and shook his shoulder gently but nothing changed. "I can't." I told Jasper who was looking more and more upset every minute.

Jacob lay on the ground panting heavily, whimpering every once in a while. Out of the left side of his vision I appeared.

I stopped trying to wake him and concentrated on the scene playing out in Jacob's mind.

I walked slowly past him. He thought, "Edward help me." But I either did not hear or care. I continued walking never looking at him, never acknowledging his presence.

Jasper fell to his knees in what I could only guess was a great emotional pain. His face looked as though he had been punched in the gut. He looked at me pleadingly and I couldn't take it anymore. Before my dream version even disappeared from Jacob's vision I took his hand.

"It's alright, Jacob. I'm here." Everything in Jacob's dream went dark. I held onto his hand. Jasper sighed in relief. Then I heard people laughing in Jacob's head. I could not recognize the image that came into view.

A large fire roared in front of Jacob, who was clearly in human form. He was sitting on a beach and surrounding the fire was a large group of dark skinned men I recognized as Jacob's pack brothers. They were laughing. Jacob's head turned to the left and I saw myself. I was smiling and looked happy. He stood and held his hand out to me. "Come on."

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"For a walk."

I took his hand and we walked out of the warm glow of the fire and down to the shore line. Jacob's vision swept across the beach and out over the ocean lingering on the sunset. Its beautiful orange and red colors accentuating the quiet serenity of the ocean with its waves lapping at our feet.

"What do you think?" He asked me after we had walked in silence for a while.

"It's beautiful." I stated simply.

"I'm glad the pack let up the treaty on you." he said.

"I am too. I can see why you work so hard to protect it." We stopped and watched the waves roll in as the sun said it's last farewell to the day and slipped beyond the horizon to say good morning to the other side of the world.

Jacob sighed and turning to look at me, he smiled. I raised my hand, placed it on the side of his neck and we kissed.

I did not feel disgusted, excited, or even surprised by this display of two men, one being myself, who clearly felt something for each other. What I felt was curiosity as to what it would be like to kiss Jacob Black. What would I feel? Would his lips be as warm as the rest of him? How would he taste? Would I like it more than my kisses with Bella?

"What do you see?" Jasper asked interrupting my thoughts. I had forgotten he was still in the room with me.

"At first he was lost in the woods and he saw people who could help him but they never did they just kept going." I chose to leave out that I had been one of these people. I did not want to explain to Jasper how I felt about it. "Then when I took his hand, the dream changed. He was on the beach with his pack. They were laughing and having a good time. And I was there. We took a walk down to the shore and we kissed."

"Maybe that explains how Jacob really feels about you. His feelings changed drastically when you took his hand. From pain and despair to hope and happiness. The former was almost unbearable." He was watching me closely. Afraid that I might become angry at the idea of Jacob and I together.

"The dream was just a hopeful manifestation brought on by the imprint I'm sure. His real feelings were in the first dream. He is afraid everyone he loves has left him or will leave when he needs them most." I spoke my thoughts aloud knowing my brother would help me to figure things out.

"You were one of those who walked away from him?" He asked. I only nodded not looking at him. "But when you took his hand his subconscious mind must have known you were there. That you hadn't left when he needed you and that gave him the hope for the new dream." Jasper had spent some time studying psychology in college and he always enjoyed dream interpretation the most. "You feel curiosity about the kiss?"

"I know it may seem strange, but I feel things for him Jasper. I just do not exactly know what those things are. Maybe its kindness, friendship, respect, or the early stages of…love."

Jasper nodded. He understood why I was having a difficult time hashing out my feelings and he knew that there was little he could say to help me figure it out. "You will figure all of this out, but do not think you can do it without Jacob. This is a team effort." I nodded and he left the room so I could have some time to myself.

I still had a hold of Jacob's hand and I did not intend to let him go. While now his thoughts were quiet and unreadable, his dream kept replaying in my mind. I felt sad that Jacob would ever feel so abandoned by those he loved. The second part however, was most prominent to me. I could see myself through Jacob's eyes. The smile I saw on my face, the sparkle in my eyes. I'd felt that way for Bella, but this looked different.

There was no worry or caution. I was always afraid of hurting Bella, she was so fragile even for a human. With Jacob I would never have to worry about that. He was strong and fast healing, built to fight with vampires and maybe by some weird twist of fate, love one too. I would never have to worry about wanting to kill him because his blood was undesirable unlike Bella's. Jacob would never have to worry about losing his control and hurting me when he phased. And if we were to be together, we could actually spend eternity doing so and I would not have to take his soul to do it. Everything seemed so perfect, I thought there must be a catch.

Returning to the vision of my smiling face, I leaned in and pressed my lips gently against Jacob's forehead. His skin was so warm it made my lips tingle. I had no reason for doing it, it was almost an afterthought as if it were something I had always done. I sighed and sat back in my chair scooting it closer so I could rest my arm on the bed and continue to hold his hand.

A few minutes later, Jacob's head moved and his eyes fluttered open. His head lulled to the side and he looked at me. His eyes were blurred over and he looked thoroughly confused.

"Ed.." ward. The last syllable was only a thought before his eyes closed again and he fell back into a deep sleep.

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There you go! Jacob is coming around and Edward is seriously considering a future with him!

By the way, I am seriously considering a sequel to this story. One with more action and less angst (but there will definitely be some angst cuz I don't do fluff.) It will definitely take me some time though because I have another story I have to finish and I need to come up with a plot.

What do you think? Is that some you would like to see?

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please review and let me know your thoughts!