Title: Come and Go
Genre: Angst
Rating: T **Warning- Contains major character death**
Pairing: Bella/Jake, Paul
Words: 500
Prompt: picture of people in a movie theater wearing 3D glasses
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

AN: Follow-up to Crash and Burn. There will probably be one more installment after this.

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Come and Go

She had just put her feet up when the howl came. Jacob smiled apologetically as he leaned over to kiss her forehead. "I'm sorry, honey. Hopefully this won't take too long. I'll give you that foot rub I promised when I get back."

Turning to the boy curled up next to Bella, Jake gave him a serious look. "You're in charge now, Caleb. Don't give Auntie Bella too much trouble while I'm gone."

Caleb nodded solemnly, not seeing the glare that Bella sent her husband at his choice of words. He was going to give the poor boy a complex.

With a gentle hand to her swollen belly, Jake leaned in for one more chaste kiss and then he was gone. His howl joined the others as he ran into the woods, and Bella felt an unsettling shiver of dread as he left.

"Mommy?" Five-year-old Caleb put his own small hand where he'd seen the baby kicking, gently rubbing the spot to calm the sharp jabs. "Where is Unca Jake going?"

Since Paul was no longer phasing, Jacob had decided that his son needed no knowledge of the wolf pack. Bella didn't agree, but she had to pick her battles. "He had to run out and check on something for work, baby. Why don't you go get me a book and we can read here on the couch together."

It was dark out when a jolt of pain woke her from her light sleep. She was still on the couch, Caleb's small body tucked right next to her with his arm resting protectively over her stomach. Her first thought was the baby, and her hand flew down to cover his smaller one as she waited for another pain.

Bella gasped when the pain came, not from her stomach, but from her chest. It was sharp ache, throbbing in time with a heart that was currently much larger than her own. His pain-filled howl reached her ears just before it changed to a very human scream.

"Jake?" Her voice was lost in the chaos as the door opened, Jacob's mangled body held high on the shoulders of his brothers. They could hear the blood filling his lungs, but Bella saw only the misshapen bones and long claw mark down his battered side.

"Jake!" she shouted as she waddled over as fast as her body would allow. His eyes opened—glassy and hooded with pain—and she ignored the blood that sprayed out as he gasped her name with his last breath.

"Bella…"

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In the dreary communal TV room, Paul groaned and rubbed his eyes in irritation. The screen looked strange—too sharp, almost 3D—and he couldn't sit still with the restless energy suddenly filling him.

Raising his hand for the guard, he nearly passed out as he tried to stand, trembling with an urge he hadn't felt in years.

The warden made a call as he watched the tall Quileute with worry.

"Chief Swan? Paul Lahote has a fever."