Knocking on the front door had her shooting up on the couch, rubbing her eyes as she looked around. Her father must have went into the station, because she knew with one good look around that he wasn't at home. Her stomach churned as she thought back to the strange and creepy red eyed and pale skinned man from the night before, the things he said, the way his cold clammy hands felt on her skin, the faint and slightly pungent odor of death on him. The knocking on the door again had her shaking her head, steeling her nerves as she stood and called out, "I'm up, damn it, I'm up. Who's there?" as she tugged on a pair of black leggings and peered through the small window at the top of the door.

She let out a breath as she saw Jacob lingering casually on the small 'porch' area, his hand on the back of his neck as he called out, "It's just me."

"Hang on a sec." Emmaleigh called back as she undid the lock and then opened the door, stepping aside, letting him into the den of her father's house, catching sight of the clock in the kitchen as she said "Wow.. You wake up hella early, Black."

"Your dad called.. He had to go in for a few hours, so I told him I'd come over and hang out until he got back." Jacob pointed out as Emmaleigh said quietly, "Yeah, but he seems to forget.. I'm 19 and I can handle myself for a few hours. It might not seem like it, right now, but from where I stand, hardly seems fair to you to keep making you drop everything to come over. I'm not my sister, and this isn't a crisis." Emmaleigh stated quietly as she looked at him, smiled and added, "Not that I'm complaining about the company, of course.. Just goes without saying.. As much as I love my big sis, she's always been the neurotic one for the most part."

Jacob resisted the urge to laugh, because her situation was a lot worse than she thought it was, but true to her stubborn and feisty nature, she was determined not to stop her normal everyday life.. Even though a mere few hours before, she'd been having a melt down about a blood sucking vamp in her room when she woke up. At least she did have a little more backbone, he reasoned as he watched her with a smirk. "What are you doing?"

"It's called cooking. If daddy's gonna make you play babysitter, Jakey, the least I can do is feed you, right?"

"I didn't have plans today, Em." Jacob said as she looked at him, brow raised and then asked, "You're 20, Jake.. You mean to tell me you had absolutely nothing better to do on a Saturday morning than rush right over to babysit little ol' me?" a glint of mischief in her warm brown eyes as she bit her lower lip, fixed those rather wide and intoxicating brown eyes of hers on him expectantly as she said "Less talking, Black and more handing me things.. There's bacon, eggs and biscuits in that fridge and I need 'em." and waited, tapping her foot against the decidedly dated linoleum flooring of her father's kitchen.

He snickered, hiding a smile as he handed her the food. They both turned at the same time, however, and she wound up in his arms, laughing as she looked down and said "You cracked an egg."

"Huh?"

"On your shirt, Black.. Gimme." she said holding her hand out, waiting. He peeled off the black shirt, held it out and she tried not to swallow her tongue at the sight of his abs, the muscular walking sex specimen of a man he'd managed to turn into since the last time she'd been back to Forks for a visit with her father. Turning on her Ipod, docking it into the small docking speaker she had sitting on the coffee table, she scrolled through her playlist and found a song called Hooks by a band called Kazy, slinking towards the laundry area just off the kitchen while wiggling her hips to the suggestively riffed heavy rock song. He gaped at her, coughing, wondering if she were doing this on purpoe.

It almost seemed like she were trying to show out, or prove something to him.. Cooking him breakfast, cleaning his t shirt, the way she was moving effortlessly around the house. For some reason, mentally, he went back to when they'd been 7 and 6 and bossily she informed him that he was her husband, her favorite doll was their child, and the tree fort in the back of her father's house was their 'house'.

"She always did have a way of subtly going after whatever she wanted.." he muttered, shaking his head as the song continued and she walk/danced back out of the laundry room, turning on the stove, starting on the food. He walked up behind her and leaning against her from behind he asked casually, "What are you up to, Em?"

"Nothing, Jakey." Emmaleigh said as she turned, found herself chest to bare chest with her childhood crush. Her throat felt like it'd close at any second, she bit her lower lip, a little nervous right now. Okay, so in her defense, she had been up to something just now. She was simply showing Jacob Black that he'd missed out. That everything she had to offer was probably gonna go to some other guy who didn't notice big sister when little sister loved him no matter what hell he put her through as his best friend.

Or so she told herself.

And she'd keep telling herself that until the day it finally became true.

She turned her attention back to the sausage, swearing when the heat drove some grease up from the pan and onto her wrist and arms. "Hey.. Just let me do that." Jacob said as he looked at the angry red splash on her skin in concern.

"Not an invalid, Black. Gotta remember which of us you're talking to, worrying about." Emmaleigh muttered as she licked her lips and moved past him, changing the music on her Ipod to another song, a country song, he noticed, much to his amusement.

"What are you eating?" he asked as she peeked back in the doorway and said simply, "Same as you.. Just grapefruit too."

He grimaced and asked, "How the hell do you eat grapefruit. It's sour. Kinda gross."

"Not if you load it down with sugar, Black." Emmaleigh said as she sliced a grapefruit in half, grabbed some sugar, sprinkling it across the top, turning with a spoon, holding it out. And again, the pair of them found themselves chest to chest in the small kitchen with Jacob inwardly thanking whoever built the house so damn small downstairs for making this possible. "Try it."

"Nah, I'll pass."

"Scared it'll go to those hips, Black?" Emmaleigh teased, hint of playful flirtiness in her voice as she said it and looked at him. His hand moved to her hip, rested there as he smirked and said "Nah. Just don't like grapefruit, Em." noticing the blush creep into her cheeks as his thumb trailed slowly over the exposed skin just beneath the tank tops hem.

She leaned in a little, looked up as she tried to remind herself why this, being around him so much was clearly NOT a good idea for her. But there was this almost magnetic pull between them. "Stop it. Whatever it is you're doing to me."

"What?"

"Making it so damn hard to fight this.. Whatever it is you're making me feel." Emmaleigh said finally, and calmly, though her stomach felt like she had a thousand butterflies beating their wings within.

"I'm not doing anything?" Jacob muttered questioningly as his hand raked over his hair and he looked down at her with a slightly raised brow before finally muttering "To hell with it." and pulling her into a rough, long slow kiss. She gaped at him, as the kiss broke, her hand in her hair as she muttered, "Wow.. Okay then.. Any reason you kissed me just now, Jacob?"

"Because I wanted to, Em." Jacob said as she asked "Why though?" completely confused at the moment, her fingers winding through her long dark hair as he snickered and then leaning in, he asked quietly, "Why? Did you not like it?"

"Oh no.. I liked it alright.. Just wondering why the hell you'd kiss me?" Emmaleigh asked as she bit her lower lip, decided not to push the subject any farther for the moment. Instead, he apparently decided said subject needed to be pushed as he answered, "Why not, Emmaleigh? I mean I was just thinking about that time when we were kids, and you kept insisting that I was your husband, that doll was our child.. Nostalgia, maybe? Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was me going for something I've wanted all along." Jacob shrugged mysteriously as he said this, watching her blink, try and process this.

Why was it so hard for HER to think that HE might actually want her?

That's what had him stumped currently. And then things started to click into place, little things she'd said since she'd been back, this 'new attitude' of hers, and he quickly realized that she felt like she was in Bella's shadow, that she had to compete with Bella for pretty much everything in life.

And as the wolf who'd imprinted on her, gladly, to his honest admittance, it fell to him now to show her that as far as he went, there was no real competition. And deep down, in the back of his mind, he was starting to see that maybe there hadn't been in the first place.. Because he'd only really fixated on Bella because Emmaleigh wasn't around.

"Wow..."

"What?" Jacob asked as Emmaleigh sank down into the wooden chair at the table, gripping her mug of coffee as if it were a lifeline before finally answering, "So... That thing you and Bells had going for a while there.."

"Was mostly, and don't think I'm a bad guy for admitting this, because she needed a friend, and she thought she wanted more, and the person I really wanted was all the way in Phoenix, and refused, like the stubborn ass she's so good at being, to come back, even for the occasional summer." Jacob admitted quietly as Emmaleigh choked on her coffee and turned to look at him, her tongue sliding over her lips as she said quietly, " And now, I feel like an ass. Because I came back here with every intention of rubbing in what you missed out on, Jacob."

"Ahh.."

"Yeah.. So, yeah.. I'm feeling pretty shitty right now, myself." Emmaleigh muttered as she looked at him and smiled, dragging a bright red fingernail with white French tip across his hand.

"Bet you are. So that hug thing with Lahote.."

"Was step uno in rubbing in just how much I grew up, got over my whole crush.. And also a blatant and stupid lie, because I really haven't. Actually, much to my chagrin, Black.. It's gotten worse."

"Oh really." he asked, leaning in as he smiled at her and pulled her onto his lap. "Did you like, shrink or something?" he asked seconds later as she scowled at him and then said with a cheeky wink, "Actually, no.. It's called having curves, Black. My curves make up for my lack of height."

"Not disagreeing." he muttered as she turned in his lap and then asked, "So, now that that's out.. What do we do?"

"What do you wanna do, Em?"

"It isn't just my decision, Jakey. I'm not nearly as bossy as I used to be."

"Well... First, I kinda want to eat the food you went to all of the trouble in making for me.. And then, I want to take you somewhere.. The guys are having a bonfire later.."

"Sweet. They're not letting Quil have the lighter, right? Because that kid's always been a firebug."

"Someone's still mad about getting her easy bake oven burnt, I see." Jacob mused as Emmaleigh shrugged and then pointed out, "You were my husband.. You had ONE job, Black. One job.. All you had to do was make the damn brownie."

"In my defense, Em. I was sort of distracted.. Because you were practically drooling at Mike's new BMX bike.. Kinda felt like you were gonna trade husbands.."

"Eww, seriously?" she gaped at him as she gave him a scowl and a shove away, crossing her arms, pretending to pout before standing, attempting to reach up into a higher cabinet for plates to eat on. His arms shot up from behind her as he stood leaning against her, laughing when she scowled and said "I had that."

"You didn't have that."

"Ughh, damn you." she muttered as she looked at him and smiled. She found herself wondering if one of the older guys in the tribe would tell the Imprint story tonight, and for a split second thinking how amazing it would be if Jacob imprinted her. But she quickly shoved the thought from her mind, reminded herself those were merely stories.

And tonight, she had no idea that she'd find out just how real it all was..


A/N: Okay, so Bella is NOT my favorite Twilight character. And everybody's been doing these amazing sis fics, I wanted to join in the fun. There will be occasional Bella bashing, so if you don't agree with it, or the fact that Nessie is NOT Jake's imprint, my original character is, then yeah, you won't like the story.

Adding a little Alec in here as the catalyst that sort of brings them together. Because damn it, Cameron Bright, that's why. Sorry, I had to do it. He's sexy and evil and... Anyway, yeah.. He's gonna be the thing that pushes them together. Because damn it, Jacob coulda totally been the hero. And in this story, he will.

Story is set POST SERIES. It will be pack and Jacob / oc centric. Meaning I won't be writing in the Cullens too terribly often, this is sort of an alternate life/imprint/ending for Jacob, who happens to be my favorite wolf. ;p

Jacob, by the way, is 20 and Emmaleigh is 19, a freshman in college.

Those of you still reading, who wanted Jacob to imprint on someone other than a baby maybe, I love you all. If you want me to keep this one going, please do review. No flames, please? I wasn't sure about posting this one on here, as people tend to have epic bitch fits if you bash Bella or pair Jacob with anyone but her annoying ass or Nessie.

This is just a look at what might have been IF Bella had a sister and Jacob had not imprinted on Nessie. It will be hella fluffy, slightly sexy/provocative, and mostly humor.

Anyway, yeah.. Nobody get mad at me, this is just a scenario that's been dying to be written by me for a while now, so I decided to go for it finally.