AuthorsNote: Ha! I got this out fast, huh? Quick like a bunny, laws yes.

Eh, truth is; im like WAY grounded, like i would rather be in prison.

So these should be popppin' out real quick.

Enjoy.

Chapter14

(Jacob)

I burst through the door, my face twisted with anxiety.

"Carlisle!" I shouted, looking around the living room.

Jasper and Ness were sitting on the couch.

"Jake, what's wrong?" Ness asked, standing.

I walked over and took her face in my hands, planting a chaste kiss on her silk lips.

"Its Seth. I need to talk to Carlisle."

Her face remained calm, her eyes starring into mine. My heart rate slowing with every second I was reassured by the miracle of her brown orbs.

Without breaking eye contact, she graced me with a slow, tender kiss. I could practically feel the tension untangling itself from my shoulder, my neck, my back. She always had a way of making that happen.

She whispered, her lips still touching mine.

"Is there anything I can help with?"

"Not right now. Im not even sure of what I am trying to do. I just need to talk to Carlisle."

"He's in the study."

"Thanks. Ill be right back, okay?"

"I'll be waiting."

I kiss her on the cheek before sprinting up the stairs and down the long, honey wood paneled hallway.

Of course, Rosalie couldn't let me pass without antagonizing me.

"Hey dog. I need to talk to you." She called from her bedroom.

"Not now, Barbie." I growled, storming straight past her to Carlisle's office.

"Carlisle!" I called, barging straight up to his massive desk. He sat, his glasses down to the rim of his nose, shuffling through papers. He looked up. "Carlisle, it wasn't Seth choice. They forced him."

He sighed, taking off his glasses.

"I know."

I chuckled, just my luck.

"Of course you do."

"Edward came storming into my office about a week after we got back, just the way you are now."

"Why didn't anybody tell me!"

"It's irrelevant, Jacob. Nothing good would have come out of telling anybody, trust me."

"We cant let this be over! We can't let them take Seth and get away with it!"

"We don't have a choice. We surrendered that when we were negligent enough to leave Seth with those people."

"They aren't people."

Carlisle got up from his chair, and walked around his desk, placing his arms on my shoulders.

"Seth has come to terms with this. The only thing you can do as of now is attempt and be as accommodating as you possibly can."

"Have you seen him? Have you seen how angry he is? He was screaming at me one minute, and trying to recruit me the next. It's not Seth. He's a completely different person. He pinned me against a wall today, yelling and crying at the same time. I wouldn't call that coming to terms."

He turned to his desk to grab a folder from a pile of papers. Printed in an elegant script I could barley read, was Seth's name.

"It's the imbalance, Jacob. That isn't his fault. Seth is suffering from certain, more thespian type of depression. When Seth was changed, it caused a massive imbalance for his neurotransmitters, these are natural substances that allow brain cells to communicate with one another, when Seth was changed, these transmitters lost their natural equilibrium and in turn their sense of direction, as a result, they became imbalanced. The transmitters had no means of communication. This all happened so suddenly, they didn't know how to balance themselves back out again.

Two transmitters implicated in depression are serotonin and norepinephrine. A deficiency in serotonin may cause the sleep problems, irritability, and anxiety associated with depression. Likewise, a decreased amount of norepinephrine, which regulates alertness and arousal, may contribute to the fatigue and depressed mood of the illness.

Cortisol is a hormone that the body produces in response to stress, anger, or fear. When Seth was changed, in sequence for him to be able to morph, his Cortisol count had to peak, in order for him to be able to register thoughts while in his different forms.

When Seth was changed, all of these finite chemicals were thrown way out of their comfort zone. That why all of this is happening. It's not his fault."

I lowered myself to the chair behind me and looked up to Carlisle. His eyes were solemn.

"Im not going to act like I know what any of that meant, doc. But I think understand. I just hate that we can't do anything to help."

Carlisle spoke while he walked behind his desk again. He opened a drawer and pulled out another folder. This time, the label on the top read: Endorphin Injection Test #1. He sat behind his desk, folded his hands, and began.

"Endorphins are endogenous opioid polypeptide compounds. They are produced by the pituitary gland and the hypothalamus in vertebrates during strenuous exercise, excitement, pain and orgasm. They can be used to create a sense of well-being."

"Translation?"

He chuckled.

"Endorphins make you happy."

"Okay. What does that have to do with Seth? He gets plenty of exercise. He practically sweats endorphins."

"Exactly! He does! You see, since the Seth's neurotransmitters have become disconnected, his body no longer registers the production of his endorphins. They run right through his body without being triggered by the transmitters."

"Okay. Is this going anywhere?"

"I have a theory."

"Okay."

"If we were to inject a enkephalin formula into his blood stream, the chemical would counteract the effect the Cortisol and Serotonin are having on his brain and his mood. If his neurotransmitters stopped recognizing the Serotonin and Cortisol, it would only recognize the endorphins. Do you see?"

"Not really, but it sounds better than anything I might have come up with. Let's do it tonight."

My eyes followed him while he walked from his desk, over to one of his hundreds of bookshelves. He slipped out a huge volume of a doctoral dissertation.

"Well, making a liquid remedy of enkephalin is going to be extremely difficult, considering it's a natural brain chemical. It could take me a few weeks to a few months."

My face fell.

"And what happens if you can't make it?"

His lips pulled together into a thin line, his brows pulled together, causing concerned lines to form in his forehead.

"We will have to wait for nature to run its course, and wait for his body to equalize his brains chemicals on their own."

"How long will that take?!"

Carlisle brought the book over to his desk and sat back down, his façade was more cautious. He sighed.

"Anywhere from 5 to 10 years. Maybe longer, considering he was thrown into this lifestyle forcefully."

Silence. Long, drawn out silence took over the room, the house, the world.

Carlisle went on.

"But, if it's any constellation, im very confident that my serum will work once its prepared. I just don't know how long that is going to take. Ill make it my first project though, you have my word."

I looked up to his consoling smirk, and couldn't help doing anything else besides smirking back.

"Alright, thanks doc. Keep me posted?"

"You bet."

I walked out of his office, my head down, my hopes high.

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