Hey, guys! I got so many more reviews than I expected, I actually expected to get none, because I don't normally write "Twilight". Though, as previously stated, I do love the wolf pack. They're just too funny not to like, and thanks for giving me the incentive to keep going with this story. Here we go!

As the boy and I stared into each other's eyes, Jake walked back into the kitchen. He took in the scene of the kitchen, the fridge door ajar, some of the cans of soda on the floor, and the boy and I breathing like marathon runners, staring into each other's psyche. He ran out onto the porch, and brought Quil and Embry in. I heard Quil say something, but I couldn't quite catch it, I was worlds away at the moment, and wasn't coming back any time soon.

One part of me wanted to jump on him and not let go, but the other part of me wanted to run back to Oklahoma or even farther than that. The latter seemed my best choice at the moment, because jumping on him would cause me to explains things I didn't want to explain. As I was having my moment of lizard brain panic, he grabbed my shoulders and landed on right smack dab on my mouth.

I struggled in his grip, but he was just too strong for me to get away. I wrenched my right arm out of his iron grip on me, and slapped the side of his face as hard as I could muster at the moment. My hand was on fire, it felt like it had been shattered. He let go of me, and I howled in pain, cradling my hand to my chest.

"Oh my God!" I gasped with pain. "Are all of you made of rocks?" I wasn't quite able to catch my breath, I bent in half over my hand trying to make the pain go away. Quil hurried over to me, grabbed a bag of frozen peas for my hand, and led me to the couch. He sat me down with the make-shift ice pack, and went to get something else. Billy came out of his bedroom, and asked Jake something I couldn't hear over the blood pounding through my ears. Suddenly, as if some mysterious force had brought him, my dad burst through the door with Michael no far behind him. He made the connections between the evidence quick enough, and figured out what happened. Kind of.

Dad grabbed the boy by his collar and hauled him over to where I was half sitting, half laying, down. I had no idea that my dad was that strong.

"What in the world did you do to my daughter?" His voice boomed throughout the whole house, and I saw Jake flinch at the tone of my dad's voice. I flinched too, the boy didn't answer. I felt the odd need to protect him, so I jumped in front of the bull.

"He didn't do anything, Dad. He startled me on accident, you know how I get." My brother nodded at my dad, rubbing his jaw while remembering how hard I had punched him the last Halloween that he had tried to scare me.

"Jack, put the kid down," Uncle Billy commanded from the doorway. "I need to talk to you right now." He motioned my dad over to him, the guys had their own private pow-wow over in the doorway. All except the boy, and Quil, who was preoccupied with taking care of me. Speaking of, Quil came over to the couch to make sure I was okay. He took the ice pack off, and I flinched as my hand came in contact with the air around it. My hand stung like I had stuck it under boiling water, then slammed it in a car door, and then stuck it in a fire. And all that has happened to me. I'm just a little accident prone. Not clumsy.

"Stay still," Quil steadied my hand with his, "Maybe you shouldn't go around hitting guys, Josie." I sighed.

"Mrmph," He raised an eyebrow at me, I shrugged, and he spread some sort of ointment on my hand that instantly made the stinging go away. "Wow, what is that?" I asked him. He shrugged and spread a little more on.

"Jake and Billy found this at a farmers market in Portland. All kinds of weird stuff over there." He informed me, I laughed and he wrapped my hand up in a bandage. "Josie, we're going to have to take you to the hospital if you can't bend your hand." I tried to bend my fingers, and put it into a fist, and hissed when I tried. Something was broken, or cracked, or at the very least bruised.

The boy moved a little closer to the couch, trying to say something to me, but Quil held up a hand and waved him back. I looked at him, questioning what he did. Although he had invaded my space, I wanted to see why he did it, and what made him do it. Even though it may as well be the same thing, there's a difference to me.

Quil saw my face, and immediately answered what I was asking him with my eyes. "He doesn't need to be near you right now, he may not be fully in control of everything." That confused me even more, but I didn't let it show, I just kept going. We both looked over to the guys by the doorway, and Quil got up to join them. I just sat on the couch in wait of the news they were discussing, I really didn't want to get up, and was in too much pain really think about it. Any other day I would have been in the thick of it, but I didn't feel like doing much of anything at the moment.

I lay down on the couch, and thought of my mom. If she was alive, none of this would be happening. We wouldn't have our stupid stalling truck, we would have something reliable. None of us would be in La Push right now; we would be in Oklahoma City, hanging out at my aunt's house. I might not have hurt my hand this badly, and maybe I would be on the rez with my other cousins. And my boyfriend, man, did I miss him.

I took out the photograph of him and I that I carried with me at all times. It included three of our best friends, my cousin, and my mom in the middle of it all. She insisted that we take a picture of all of us, while we were all in the same place. Tears threatened to spill over my lids if I didn't take control of myself soon. I wiped away what would become tear tracks on my face, and as I was doing this, the boy came over and wiped one of my tears away.

~*Break*~

Seth P.O.V.

I saw that beautiful girl crying, and it broke my heart to see her like that. I could really feel something inside of me breaking, as if she had burst an invisible dam inside of my chest. All these foreign emotions came pouring out of me as I looked at her.

Wow, I think that's the most poetic thing I have ever said. After I had my moment of femininity – I can accept it and be a man at the same time! – I walked over to her, and wiped a tear off of her face, that I didn't think she knew was there. She looked up at me in surprise, and I tried to give her a semblance of a reassuring smile. But, I don't think it worked, I just couldn't get past the tears that were balancing on the edge of her bottom lids.

I wiped those away too, trying to be gentle. I'm not sure if that worked, either, because she flinched away from my big hand. One of the only reasons I didn't like being a shifter. I couldn't do small tasks anymore, I broke pens and pencils all the time, I could barely wipe the tears away from my imprint's face. Yeah, she's my imprint if you haven't guessed by now. It's a nice feeling, you have someone there who you'll always love, and possibly someone who will always love you.

They just kind of give in to the endless love that you can give them, they eventually realize that you're the only one that could care about them like that. It's a good thing for everyone, and it keeps you sane. Or so I've heard. You actually never know how they'll react at first. I guess her first reaction was to slap me.

Wow, I looked at my story stats, and I saw all these different readers from all these different countries. It made me realize that we're all more connected than any of us realize, and it's a really cool feeling! Also, St. Patrick's Day is coming up, and that means a good home cooked Irish meal from my Ma, and church. So, happy St. Patrick's Day to everyone! And have a great rest of the week! (*psst* also, review please, that would make me extremely happy.)