D: Disclaimed

Guest (BlueAnchor): Thank you so much for the review, the longest one I think to date, and I was happy to read it. First, there are so many questions you asked that I just couldn't answer at the moment because it will eventually be revealed in the future chapters. As for a POV from Jacob, sorry, it most likely wont happen because I want the readers to get the same affect Sebastian is receiving, excluding the little knowledge you readers do have from the series. The pack knows what Sebastian is, but Sebastian doesn't know that they do for a reason that will eventually be explained. The OCD excuse won't last forever, this chapter kind of touches on the topic, and I'm sure you'll have more questions after this. The fluff will come eventually, but after the secrets come out.

To All Reviewers: I know I haven't given details on Sebastian's appearance, mainly because I don't have anyone in mind for whom, or how he could look. So the next chapter will give somewhat an idea of how he looks, that's unless someone can give me an idea of whom they see as Sebastian.

Chapter Four

Kim said something about imprints. She called herself and imprint. Emily too. But she said that she was Jared's imprint and Emily was Sam's, what exactly did that mean? How does my mom know about this? Had she been a friend with Jacob at a time, close enough to know secrets from the Quileute tribe? Could that be the reason they don't like me is for what my mother did?

I could deal with patience. But today was the exception to be irritable with the man that was now late. It almost felt as if he knew that I wanted to have a serious conversation this time, maybe that's why he hasn't shown up yet. Eleven-thirty had passed more than fifteen minutes ago and I began getting annoyed.

Twiddling my thumbs and checking if every vehicle that approaches and passes by just seems ridiculous now. I was beginning to think that Jacob was regretting this all and would return to his mean persona. I'd like to hope that I'm not someone's embarrassing friend, or… there's really no name for what I am to Jacob.

I don't think a friend would do this.

Did he use me? Was I a joke? A bet he won and now he was leaving to my false hope for ever trusting anyone? Or was I overreacting once again. Either way, I hadn't felt so exploited when my watch blinked one o'clock in the afternoon. I had lost hope that whatever secrets I needed to know, would remain hidden.

For some unexplained reason, Jacob was holding information that just might tell me why he's been the way he is, why family was being the way they are. I guess it was my fault really for depending on someone other than myself. As I stood up and let out a big sigh, I knew for a fact that Jacob was never showing up.

As the day passed, the emotions hadn't. I was now angered for being stood up, if that's what you call it. I tried researching imprinting online, but all that came up was the bond between ducklings and their mothers, the basic bond it forms with its mother until it is old enough to no longer need her. None of it made sense as to be put in perspectives of humans, just that sometimes a duckling imprints on a human and claims the human as its mother. It seemed simple for them.

So what was an imprint; in Kim's perspectives? Was she crazy? Was my mother crazy? What was the importance of an imprint when it came to Jacob? Did he have that some sort of a bond with a duck? Or a human?

My mother?

Was he obsessed with my mother that, this was the only way to explain to her that he loved her? Was he using me to get closer to her once again? The more I had thought about it, the more it confused me.

I hadn't seen Jacob for a couple days now, and even though it felt as if I was facing rejection, I still wanted to have the conversation with him that might just give me answers. I didn't bother doing any more research either because it was just making my head hurt.

My grandparents hadn't even questioned it much either, and when I had asked if they had seen Jacob, they would often say that he's just probably busy. I didn't expect him to call me, but it would've been nice rather than having me sitting here and going crazy from all of it. Did he even know, or did he even care?

I had spoken to my parents and I guess they had noticed the depression I had seemed to be facing. It somewhat brought my spirits up that they decided I would be moving home during the Thanksgiving holidays, which meant in two months I would be packing my things and getting out of here.

So why wasn't I as happy as I thought?

Uncle Emmett had finally skyped me along with aunt Rose, both telling me about their exciting trips and how they couldn't wait to take me along on some of them. Of course we'd have to beg my parents, but my aunt Rose seemed to have a talent at persuading them when needed.

But there still was that empty feeling that I could seem to toss aside. I figured it was loneliness rearing its head.

Grandpa Carlisle broke the news to me that he has asked Nahuel and his aunt Huilen to come for a visit when I'd arrive. He figured Nahuel could be my mentor in surviving the real world on my own seeing how the man has done it for almost two hundred years. I wasn't exactly eager to meet the man, but it would be nice to hear the complications he had faced growing of age. Does he still face the judgments and consequences of being what we are? Or has he conquered it and would there be hope for me?

"Sebastian, honey?" Grandma Sue peeked through the door, "Jacob is on the phone."

Now I was really confused. I told my grandpa goodbye and grabbed he phone as she handed it to me. For a moment I sat there with the phone on my lap, thinking what I should say, or falter to whatever excuse he had. Or if he did have an excuse.

"Hello?" I said reluctantly.

"Seb?..." He was quiet, probably stuck in the same predicament as I was. "I was sure you might not want to talk to me after I hadn't shown up."

"It's no biggy." I nervously shrugged. "I had forgotten anyways until Charlie reminded me, I would've called you but I didn't know your number."

"Oh," was all he said. It could have been just me, but he sounded disappointed.

"Anyways, umm…. What's up?"

"I was calling to apologize, but you don't seem bothered by my absence."

"It was lunch Jacob," I said, "I don't expect you to jump for me when I need you, I understand if you were busy."

"Yeah…" I could hear his loud sigh. I didn't want him to know that it bothered me, but I was coming off as rude and I was ready to back paddle as much as I could. "Well, I'll talk to you later."

"Wait…" I wasn't sure where I was going with this, there were questions, but I still wanted to see him. "I'm free today if you are."

He paused for a moment and I was sure that he was going to decline, "Yeah, I'll come pick you up in twenty minutes then?"

"Okay," I sighed in relief, "I'll be here."

I know the conversation was a bit awkward, and I went against myself when I wanted nothing to do with Jacob after this. But there was that inkling inside of me that wanted everything to do with him. Could he be the reason I was hesitant to leave this place? I was beginning to think I was falling for Jacob Black more than I should have.

"I hadn't been here for awhile." I admitted.

We arrived at 'Sue's Diner,' grandma Sue's family business that she had worked so hard in succeeding. The last time I was brought here was when I had a mild panic attack.

Grandma thought it would be a great idea to cheer me up by bringing me here a week after my parents had left me. She wanted to treat me with a lunch and her famous homemade ice cream. But before we could get to the dessert, I picked up the scent of blood and my sight went red and my eyes turned black. Apparently one of the cooks had cut themselves in the kitchen and my grandpa had to race me out of the building in order to calm me down.

Thankfully they had kept an emergency kit in the car with bottles of animal blood that clenched my thirst. Once grandma sorted it out in the kitchen, she had come out to apologize and they both brought me home in disappointment. I remember that day so clearly because it felt as if I had let them down. I don't recall ever wanting to attack anyone; just that it had smelled so delicious that I was sure a cup of blood would've helped.

"Are you okay?" Jacob waved his hand in front of me.

"Yeah, sorry," I adjusted in my seat, "just thinking."

"You do that a lot," he chuckled. "Order anything from the menu." He gave a cheesy smile.

"Yeah," I giggled, "I'm sure grandma Sue wouldn't mind covering the tab."

"No, no, no," he laughed along, "I'm paying, and I'm not letting Sue cover any of this."

"That was a bad joke, huh?" I felt somewhat embarrassed.

"Not at all," he smiled, "I'm glad to see the humor of it. So what do you want?"

During the wait for our meal, Jacob explained how he had come across a couple family emergencies that needed tending too, which is the reason he had no time to let me know what was going on. I did feel relieved to hear it. It pulled the weight off my back that this all wasn't some big joke that he was playing on me.

I just couldn't ask him though.

He was comfortable as far as I could tell; I didn't want to ruin it. I was nervous too. What exactly does an imprint have to do with me? And why was my mother so insistent I ask him. I guess I was afraid of the truth. Something told me that I wouldn't like the answer.

"Rachel's been asking about you." He said with starting on his second serving, "she's been worried that something might be bothering you."

"Let her know that I'm fine," I half-smiled; leaning forward and ignoring the waitress that continued to wait our table. I knew she was fond of Jacob, but I couldn't blame her. I didn't even know her.

"We're fine Lauren." Jacob informed the needy girl, "we'll call you if we need you."

With the brush off, the girl walked away upset and mumbling under her breath. It was Jacob that had stood up and approached Leah who was surprisingly behind the counter. I felt bad for the Lauren girl when Leah dismissed her for the day, telling her that they didn't need her.

I couldn't understand the gesture, especially when Leah flashed a smile towards me. I looked back to see if I misinterpreted it, but it was in fact for me. Leah has never given me assurance that I existed; she ignored me and loathed my well-being. It really did feel as if the world was shifting day by day.

I hadn't had the chance to bring the topic of an imprint before we left. Well I did, but I could never find the courage to ask him. It could be a lot easier if he would just volunteer the discussion and tell me how he knows my parents and what happened between them to have a fall-out.

I recognized the route we were taking, but I wasn't sure why. The forests now surrounded us as we drove down the highway and into La Push reservation. We were passing unfamiliar houses and more into the community. I smiled as I watched the children playing a game of soccer on the front lawn, something I had only witnessed in movies. I found it quite amusing how lively the community was, especially knowing that most kids nowadays were known to be cooped up in their houses playing video games.

Then we passed the field where a bunch of teens were playing baseball. I remember watching my family play once when I was younger. It was only a couple times I was able to watch, and once I was able to play. I remember my father teaching me how to hit the ball with the bat; uncle Emmett encouraging me while aunt Alice pitched it to me. Unfortunately I wasn't like my family, and the coldness would get to me. Thunderstorms were the only times they could play, and whenever I made the attempt to hit the ball, it wouldn't have the same affect.

"You wanna play?" Jacob asked bringing me out of my daze.

"No," I laughed nervously. "I haven't played since I was little."

"C'mon, I'll teach you." He didn't hesitate as he hopped out of the truck and waved for me to come over.

I recognized Sam standing in the bleachers with his wife Emily. She held an infant on her lap, as they both seemed to be cheering for the kids on the field. Sam approached us and held out his hand, then pulling back saying he had forgotten about my condition. I had almost forgotten if it hadn't been the reminder Jacob had said.

With a brief introduction to the teens, I was placed in the outfield with the red team. I found them to all be quite friendly actually. David, a younger guy promised to keep a lookout for me if the ball happened to come flying my way. For teen that was older than me, he sure treated me as if I was one of the adults.

It hadn't taken me long to get the hang of the game once again, mainly because I didn't want to upset anyone if I happened to run for it abnormally. It took a lot of focus not to kick it in full speed.

It was actually refreshing to hear the teams cheer each other on, just as giving me encouragement too. It really was a game of fun. I wouldn't have gone up bat if it weren't for Emily practically showing me up. Call it bruising what masculinity I had.

She easily went up to the plate while Sam held the child, cheering on his wife as the big teen pitched it to her. She hit a strike the first swing, but the second one she sent flying across the field making the kids in the outfield groan in defeat. Sam's pride gleamed across his face and asking the boy on in his arms if he was proud of his mama, Jacob teased the man.

"Alright Seb," Jacob shouted from the dugout, "show 'em what you got."

I scoffed realizing how ridiculous that sounded. As long as I hit the ball and helped Emily get to home base, then we'd be okay with the score. I approached the plate nervously with a bat in my hand and the catcher behind me giving a cocky grin. With a quick throw, the ball flew past me and Jacob hollered 'strike.'

Another throw, and even though I swung, I still missed and reached my second strike. This time they were laughing in the outfield and my teammates were giving their encouraging words. In attempts to make sure I hit the ball, I gripped the bat and stepped up to the plate to keep a close eye on the ball.

But I received the last strike.

"C'mon, let him hit the ball at least once." Emily shouted from the base.

"What'ya say guys," the pitcher asked his teammates. I would be offended, but I wanted to hit the damn ball across the field at least. "One more pitch."

It was all I needed. Just as the ball came closer, my senses kicked in and the ball that was coming full speed was now coming in slow motion. I lined the bat up with the target and connected, causing a loud boom that startled the group of kids. Instead of watching the ball, they looked up to the sky, and lucky for me a storm happened to be coming in.

The rain came as quick as the teams starting grouping in and grabbing their things before they made their way home. Jacob was quick to come to my side as he led me back to the truck before handing the bat over to Sam.

It had to be luck.

Jacob let out a laugh when he sat in the driver's seat, telling me how he was just waiting for the rain to come. I hadn't noticed when he mentioned that the sky was getting gloomy and after I was finished Sam had planned wrapping the game up. He coaches the kid's part time according to Jacob.

"That was a big boom." Jacob chuckled wiping the rain from his face still. "Well at least it gave us the warning, much that did for us."

"Yeah," I muttered nervously. "Thanks for this Jacob, I enjoyed it."

"No problem," he was now removing his shirt and throwing it in the back, something I had never expected.

Was it so wrong of me to enjoy what I was seeing? I mean, I've seen him before, but never this close. His abs was well defined and his skin gleamed from the wetness. His hair stuck to his forehead while he reached in the back and pulled out another shirt from his backpack.

"Here," he tossed me a shirt. "Don't want you to catch a cold, otherwise Charlie would have my neck."

"Thanks," I let out a snicker before uncomfortably taking my shirt off and putting on the huge one he gave me.

"It's a little big," he laughed, but it'll do for now.

Now I was sure I was hallucinating when he gave me a glance. He probably thought I hadn't noticed, but I had when he quickly turned to face forward and skittishly put the key in the ignition.

"I thought Seth would've showed up." Jacob said.

"Was he supposed to be there?"

"No, it's just usually he's there rain or shine." He replied. "Probably caught up with the new girl he's had a crush on. I swear he still acts like he's thirteen when it comes to women."

"Yeah." I muttered. "Sure."

Obviously I wouldn't know the feeling until now. A thirteen year old couldn't be that bad, I mean… I wasn't exactly lusting over anyone. It was a mild crush, one I wasn't even sure of myself. Jacob was something, but I couldn't put my finger on it yet.

Somehow, and for uncertain reasons, the conversation steered to me leaving around Thanksgiving.

"For good, or just for the holidays?" Jacob asked.

"I think it's permanent." I answered honestly. "My parents want me to move back with them seeing how I hadn't been with them since I was little."

"But why?" He almost sounded upset, "I mean, I get it… you're parents miss you, but you're finally getting a chance to know everyone. Wouldn't that be a concern that they're taking that from you?"

"I only really know you and Seth." I stated obviously, "besides, I'm sure we'll stay in contact somehow."

"So you want to go?" He asked, I somewhat nodded. "Look Sebastian, I know we hadn't been as friendly from the beginning, and I know I hadn't been the best of a guy in the start, I just… I want to…" He slammed his hand against the steering wheel, startling me, "but I can't… I want to… but I can't."

"You're not making sense Jacob?"

"JAKE!"

"Sorry," I said in surprise, "Jake."

"Fuck." He pulled over to the side of the road. "I'm sorry."

What was he apologizing for?

"For everything." He sighed, and I think tearing, "I didn't mean to scare you in any way. I just… I'm trying to make sense out of this, for you to understand, but I can't because I'd be breaking a promise I'm not sure I can keep any longer."

"I don't recall any promises Jaco… Jake." I stared puzzled.

"Not you Seb," he sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose and staring out into the rainy weather, "it's a promise I had made to Sam. I wish I could tell you, but I can't. Not right now."

"Is it in regards to me?" I asked. He nodded. "Well, what is it then? I won't tell Sam. And why give your word to him?"

"He's on the council, and it concerns him because he had stepped in for my father." He groaned, "I know I'm not making sense, but please Seb, give it a thought before you actually move."

"I would if this made sense." I was getting annoyed, "you and my parents seem to be keeping something from me, and neither of you will tell me what it is."

"Have you spoken to them?" He asked, "I mean lately?"

"Yeah." I muttered, "What's an imprint?"

"What?" He stared at me like he saw a ghost.

"What's an imprint?"

"I heard you," he shifted in his seat, "where did you hear this?"

"I heard Kim say she was Jared's imprint, and she mentioned a few others," I explained, "and now my mom told me to ask you what an imprint was. How does she know?"

"Shit!"

"What?"

"That's the thing…" he paused, once again running his hands through his hair in frustration, "… I promised Sam and the others that I wouldn't tell you until you were ready."

"Again, why does this concern Sam? I'm finding it hard to understand why him being on the council halts your explanation." He remained silent, "forget it. Forget I mentioned anything Jacob. Take me home."

"But Seb…"

"Take me home!" I fumed, crossing my arms and sitting back refusing to look at him.

The truck shifted into drive and we headed back to my house without another word spoken. I was furious to find that not only were my parents keeping secrets, but so was he, him and the others? Exactly who were the others?

By the time we reached my house, he put the truck in park and turned off the ignition. I remained in my seat, trying to think of the best way to get something out of him, but I was left once again clueless. It's the word imprint. Because of the lack of knowledge I had in regards to it, this was causing inflictions that were unnecessary.

I reached for the door handle after a couple minutes of silence, but before I could get out, Jacob had grabbed my arm and asked me to wait a second, that was until my sight was flooded with unfamiliar visions.

I could feel pain searing down my sides. Sam was by my side calling out Jacob's name. My focus was more on the agony traveling up and down my sides, my arms wrapped around my midsection as I shrieked from the pulsing coming from my ribs.

"Take him back to Sam's, I'll be by soon." My eyes opened slightly to see my grandfather hovering above me.

Leah could be heard in a distance. She complained and spat about how she had it all under control. My attention was hardly focused on her, I was in too much pain to give a damn, that and the realizations that Paul was now telling me everything was going to be okay. Him and a few others were carrying me.

"SEB?" Jacob let go, shaking me out of the hallucination.

I was curled up on his seat with my arms wrapped around me. Whatever it was, felt so real. It was Jacob's experience, I was sure of it now. I looked up at him with his worried expression staring back down at me. I sat up quickly and slid out of the seat and onto the concrete. Jacob continued to ask me what was wrong, but I ignored him reaching for my wet shirt and handing his back to him.

"Seb, what happened?" He was now following me.

"It was nothing." I mumbled walking up the walkway to the house.

"It had to be something," He stood in front of me blocking my way, "I'm sorry if I touched you, I didn't think it would have that effect."

"It was nothing." I repeated.

"Please talk to me Sebastian." He was pleading, "I still want us to hang out."

"Not until I get some answers." I walked around him and turned, "you or my parents will hear nothing from me until someone tells me what the hell is going on."

I slammed the door and raced upstairs into my room.

Sulking was so getting old.

A/N: I noticed that this is kind of a filler chapter, but it's needed for the story to progress. So be kind, review and let me know what you think. Oh, if you need a few other stories to read, I recommend 'Master of My Soul' by the ever-so-talented hopelessromantic5. Speaking of talented author's, check out 'The Chains That Bind Us' by Hank's Lady.

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