A/N: This chapter runs during the same time as Chapter 6. I was going to make them one long chapter, but that seemed a little mean. Besides, this story isn't warned for Major Character Death, so why mess with your heads like that? No, I don't speak Latin; No, I don't have a Latin dictionary; and No, at the time this was written I didn't have internet access. But for all that, I think the spells came out pretty good considering all I had to work with was a list of bastardized Harry Potter Latin, the few words and phrases I remember from Middle School and some Latin sounding stuff that I made up. Wanna help the cause and correct my Latin? Please do, but politely. Rudeness gets you hung on the Flamers Tree in the middle of Monkey Island, and trust me, that tree stinks.
Surrender to Strange Circumstances
Chapter 7: Meanwhile...
Alice burst into Edwards room and started throwing medical supplies into a bag. Edward and Bella watched in shock as the normally calm brunette issued orders in a rather panicked voice.
"I don't know what Angela will need, but I assume the White Wolf requires all the standard human stuff and whatever else he needs Angela will bring." Alice said.
Bella and Edward looked at each other, then back at Alice. "Alice, what..." Edward started to say.
"Bella, call Angela. Give her the coordinates to Jacob's house, and tell her the White Wolf is in danger, grab her Healer's kit and Apparate to Jacob's now." Alice continued as if Edward had not spoken. Now it was Bella's turn.
"Alice, why..." Bella got no further than Edward. Alice was still barking out orders.
"Edward, take Bella to Jacob's. Run, don't drive, time is of the essence. Go in under truce and warn him that I am coming with the White Wolf. Set up a place for Angela to work, then come back for Carlisle and wait at the Border for an escort."
When Alice realized that neither Bella nor Edward had moved, she rounded on them. "Now, Isabella Swan! If the White Wolf dies, everything is going to fall apart! And you," she said, turning to Edward, "if you would pull your head out of Bella's for a few minutes, you would hear him too. So how about you pay attention to something other than your newly awakened sex drive, listen to the White Wolf's cries and damn well help me!"
Bella snapped her phone open, quickly passing Alice's message to Angela. Much to her surprise, Angela seemed to understand most of the message, but kept Bella on the phone asking for details.
Edward pulled his mind back from the blessed silence he found in Bella's, opening it once again to the loud outside world, listening for something away from the normal noises and voices that were a part of his world. He heard it then, a voice screaming for Jacob that reminded him of his mortal life before Carlisle turned him.
Visions of steamships arriving in the harbor swam across his eyes as the harsh cadence of Bostonian dock workers flowed through his ears, this voice with an underlying tone of British aristocracy coloring the piercing cries and howls. Edward clamped his hands over his ears to block out the pain filled sounds as he turned to his sister, confused. Shouldn't Jacob take care of the wolf himself?
"That is the White Wolf, who is both more and less than what he seems," Alice said, "Jacob cannot hear him yet, but he could change the world as we know it, or destroy it. Only one thing is certain: if we do not get to him in time, we will never know, and Jacob will be lost to his wolf." She turned away from Edward then, and resumed putting things into a backpack for Bella to carry.
Bella snapped the phone closed and turned back to Alice and Edward. "Angela's going to use the GPS on my phone to find us, when we stop moving, she will come in. I assume you will tell me what is going on sooner rather than later?" She asked.
Edward glanced at Bella then turned back to Alice. "I would hope so," he said, "because I'm not sure what's going on either. She's speaking in riddles again."
Alice ran thorough the forest, keeping pace with Edward, who was carrying Bella, and searching for any sign of the wolves. Fifteen miles from the Black house, she heard the sounds of wolves fighting, and they were heading straight for it.
Alice turned to Edward and said, "Whatever happens, do not stop. Get Bella to Jacob and warn him. I will meet you there with the White Wolf."
"Good hunting," Edward said, "we will see you on the other side." He adjusted Bella on his back and ran faster, circling around the wolves to the west while Alice headed straight, into the middle of the fray. He heard the wolves snarling get louder and Alice's answering growls.
I really hope you know what you are doing sister, Edward thought as the sound of fighting faded behind him.
"Jacob!" Bella yelled, dropping from Edward's back.
"Bella! What's going on?" Jacob said, when he and Billy appeared at the door.
"Alpha, I come under truce, bearing a message from the Seer Alice of the Cullen Clan. Will you hear me?" Edward spoke the ritual words from his knees with his head down, submitting himself to Jacob's authority and will.
"Speak your message, Cold One," Jacob said, so shocked at the formality, he forgot his usual insulting greeting.
"My sister sends this message: She has crossed the Border to aid the White Wolf, whose life is threatened by the pack. She is coming here, to the heart of Pack Territory, bringing the White Wolf for your aid and that of the Healer Angela, who should be arriving momentarily. I am to go back across the Border to get Carlisle and would ask for an escort as a sign of safe passage, Alice feels it may be needed. That is all." Edward lowered his head again and waited for Jacob's judgment.
Jacob turned to Billy, silently asking what he should do. Billy shrugged as if to say this one's on you boy, you are the Alpha. Jacob rolled his eyes and turned back to Edward.
"Get up." He said, "Now, explain in terms I understand."
Edward told Jacob everything that had happened from the moment Alice burst into his room, concluding with their separation in the woods. Billy and Jacob listened without saying a word until Edward was finished, then Billy asked the worst questions any of them could think of.
"A white dire-wolf?" He asked.
"I do not know," Edward responded, "Alice only called him the White Wolf, but his voice is Bostonian with an underlying British cadence."
"Aw, shit." Billy said, "Jake, where is Harry?"
"Harry?" Jacob responded, "I... um... I'm not sure. Why?"
"Harry is an animagus, he has an animal form. A white dire-wolf" Billy said grimly.
"A white... oh, shit. I'll call Sam" Jacob said.
"We will have an escort?" Edward asked when Jacob hung up the phone.
"Yeah," Jacob said, "If the White Wolf is who I think it is, I want all the help I can get."
A loud crack sounded behind them, and everyone whipped toward the source. Angela Weber stood there holding an old fashioned doctor's bag in one hand and an eleven inch willow wand in the other.
"Alright, I'm here, where's my patient?" she said.
Jacob and Bella stared, slack jawed at her. Edward and Billy rolled their eyes at them.
"What?" Angela asked, "Haven't you ever seen a witch Apparate before?"
"Alice has not made it yet, she is bringing the White Wolf with her. When we separated there was a stand off. She will be here soon." Edward said, "I have to go get Carlisle, have Sam meet us at the Border?"
Jacob nodded at him. At that moment, Harry's scream echoed through the woods.
"Great Morgana's eyes, what has that idiot done now?" Angela said, looking around. "Not much to work with, and horribly unsanitary conditions, but that's what spells are for. Jacob, bring that picnic table over here where the ground is higher."
Jacob stared at Angela. The picnic table in question was of the old fifties variety and must have weighed at least a hundred and fifty pounds.
"Don't look at me like that Jacob Black! I know what you are and I know you can carry a semi-truck without breaking a sweat. Get that table over here now!" Angela snapped, already setting up a tent to keep the rain out.
Jacob wisely brought the table over, not even bothering to wonder how this whole other world existed without him knowing about it. He positioned the table under the tent as Angela directed and stood back to watch the young Healer Trainee work.
Angela flicked her wand at the table causing the benches to separate into tables on which she lined potion bottles, ointment pots and medical supplies and instruments. When she was satisfied with the arrangement, she flicked her wand several more times. A bright white orb of light flew up and nestled into the pint at the top of the tent. The picnic table became a comfortable looking surgical table, several twigs became IV stands, and rocks became stools. Then the complicated part began. Angela stood directly under the light, whipped her wand in circles around her and spoke the spells that would make the tent into an operating room.
"Scourgify Totalis!" she said, "Sanitas Totalis! Protego Sanitas! Semper Sanicorpus Ave! Alright, everything is set up, clean and sterilized. The sterile field is protected and there's a clean room spell with a built in invitation on the entrances to that stupid threshold problem is taken care of. Now, we wait.