Characters: Jacob/Bella, Leah/Lone Wolf (Lone Wolf POV)
Genre: family/comfort
Rating: T (the one-shot will be a strongly-recommended M-rating for intense subject matter)
Prompt: "I See Fire" by Ed Sheeren (You'll recognize some of Ed Sheeran's song lyrics sprinkled throughout. I do not own. Props to Sheeran for lyrics that make me weep.)
THIS IS A SNEAK PEEK OF A LONGER ONE-SHOT. I was going to wait to post 'til the whole thing is done, but Mel is going to lynch me if I don't give her something to tide her over in the mean time.
The Last Supper
He saw Jacob lifting a bottle of beer in the air, the other hand wrapped securely around his Bells as she lifted hers, laughing and clinking their drinks.
But Bella was worried. Nobody worried like Bella. "Jacob, be serious! There's an army of vampires headed our way."
"Relax, honey. The little vamp—the head case—Alice, right? She said she only saw six coming. Six, Bells! We don't even need the Cullens for that fight. Stop borrowing trouble from the future. You'll turn old and grey before your time."
He smiled, his soft spot, an innate kinship with Jacob, deepening as he watched his brother try to placate his worried mate.
"You scare me when you don't take these things seriously." Setting her beer aside, she wrapped her arms behind his neck.
He pretended not to see, but the pack memories couldn't hide the gentle grip of Jacob's hands smoothing over lean flanks, his arousal buffeting in silent petition between her parted thighs.
He flushed, turning his head, refusing to intrude on one of their final private moments.
"What should we do, then, honey? Whether there are six or six hundred of them, there will always be ten of us—"
"Eleven," she interrupted, her face set with determination. "You fight, I fight."
He gave her a look, a 'we'll talk about that later' look, before he continued, "Should we cower and pray for a miracle, honey? Train until we're too exhausted to put up a fight in the morning? Or should we live?" Jacob asked, pressing his lips to hers. "I want to live—live every moment as if it could be our last. If the end comes tonight or tomorrow or in fifty years or a hundred—" He raised his bottle again. "Then may we all die together so we need never know what it's like to live without our brothers."
Running her fingers through his short-cropped hair, Bella kissed him back, taking up her bottle and holding it aloft. She raised her voice and put on a brave face, "If tomorrow ends in fire—"
"We should all burn together," Emily whispered, settling on Sam's knee. She lifted a glass of wine.
Looking down at his own, he remembered it had been empty. Someone had filled it. He looked up, and as memory served, there it was, a refill.
Leah picked up a bottle of wine and two more glasses, carrying them to the table and settling in his lap to the surprised snorts and chuckles of the others.
"What do you say?" she asked. "Wanna party like it's our last night on Earth?"
He smiled, his slow grin spreading like warm molasses in the sun.