I, for one should know that fairytales don't exist. Well, for me they don't exist. Hell, anything close to a fairytale doesn't exist for me. I knew this full well which is why I don't understand how I let myself get caught up in Jacob Black. He had an imprint. Fixation or addiction could very well be synonyms for 'imprint'. You can't get over an addiction without serious help and sadly 'Leah Clearwater' isn't a synonym for rehab.

Which is why I should not have been surprised that day when I was at the Cullen house without Jacob, because he was at him being lazy and I needed to see Rosalie, that Edward pulled me aside and told me we needed to talk.

"Leah," Edward began in that know it all voice of his, "Jacob lied."

I didn't get it. I mean everyone lies why was this lie such a big deal? "Ok, Edward," I said raising my eyebrows up. "People lie. But if you're so worried can you tell me what he lied about?"

"No."

That was really helpful and I told him that.

"I can't tell you but.." he looked like he was in pain. "That day of 'Leah and Jake time' he lied."

I could feel my face fall and the corners of my lip twitch, threatening to turn into a scowl. "About which part?" I hissed.

Edward put one of his cold, hands on my shoulder, "Maybe you should ask him."

Glaring at nothing in particular I nodded my head curtly before heading out the door. I waited until I was in the coverage of the woods to pull my clothes off and wrapping them around the cord on my ankle, and before letting the wolf in me take over.

Immediately my thoughts were bombarded by things like sports, girls, naked girls, and cars. Obviously it was Seth and Embry since Quil no longer took pleasure in naked girls. Imprinting was an odd thing. He liked toddlers in princess outfits these days.

'That's not nice, Leah,' Embry thought but I could tell he was trying not to laugh.

I growled at him and kept running to the Black's house.

'Where's the fire sis?'

I replayed my unpleasant conversation with Edward Cullen for them and I felt them both mentally wince under the weight of my anger.

'What are you gonna do?' That was Embry sounding overly enthusiastic. Because the idea of me killing his best friend for lying to me didn't bother him. 'Hey, don't get my wrong. Jake's my bro. but you're crazy when you get angry.'

'Lee, don't kill him. If you kill him we might have to go back to Sam's pack,' Seth was always the voice of reason but he made a good point.

I was close enough to Jacob's house that I phased back before they could comment on anymore of my thoughts. I pulled my clothes on, took a few deep breaths, clenched my fists, and headed for the door. I banged on it loudly and waited for either Billy or Jake.

The sight before me when the door was opened was..interesting. Jake was standing there in nothing but a towel so low on his hips that it didn't leave much to the imagination. It didn't help that there was still droplets of water running down his body. That was all fine and good; I could stand to look at the boy from the neck down. But a purple toothbrush hung out of one side of his mouth, which was surrounded by tooth paste that was leaking out of his mouth onto the device, and sticking to the corners of his mouth. Hell, the boy was so messy there was toothpaste on his cheeks.

"Jeez, Jake, you're a pig," I said, smiling in spite of myself, as I slipped past him into the house. I couldn't help that as I went through the door my arm brushed his torso.

He held up a finger signaling for me too wait a second while he headed into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Awkwardly I stood in the living room trying to figure out how I was going to start this conversation. I'd walked to a wall looking at a family portrait of the Black family before Sarah, Jake's mom, had died. He looked so cute in little.

I was giggling so much that I didn't even notice he'd come back into the room and was standing right behind me. When I turned around there he was; still in that damned towel. Before I even realized it he had me backed against the wall, pressing every inch of his not clothed body into me, and was ravishing my neck in nibbles and licks. At this rate we weren't going to make it to talking.

I wanted him. Lord, how I wanted him and right about now I could say he was feeling the same way. But there was that little Edward voice in the back of my head, nagging me. Unfortunately for me and my need to get some from the man in front me the voice was right. We'd promised to have faith in each other and I couldn't do that if I knew he'd lie to me.

So I was pushing him away from me. "Jake, stop." He looked hurt but he took half a step back. "As much as I'm enjoying this-" His eyes lit up and he want to move his mouth onto mine but I pushed him back. "We need to talk Jake."

Those words always did the trick. It never failed. No matter what the situation people knew that 'we need to talk' was code for you are in a shit load of trouble.

"About what?" He took several more steps back and let me move around him so I could go sit on the couch. I watched him walk around the room to stand in the center and gaze down at me. My brain had turned into mush because I was staring at him, well his muscles, so intently.

"You think you could put some clothes on?" I asked meekly. Jacob rolled his eyes and walked towards his room. When he reappeared he'd thrown on some sweat cut offs. He sat down on the couch next to me, turned slightly so that we could face each other, and grabbed my hand.

"What's on your mind, sweetie?" You could tell Jacob had never been in a real relationship before. He didn't understand the 'you're dead, you're lucky to be alive right now, I might castrate you' glare. That one is only learned from experience.

"I was talking to Edward," he made a face but I continued on," And he told me something rather important. Well it sounds important anyhow."

Jacob, yes I was calling him 'Jacob' instead of Jake because he's in trouble. "What did Edward tell you?"

"Well, he told me that you lied to me a few nights ago," I was glaring and staring and I swear I was about to start crying. I didn't even know what the boy lied about but I was so terrified.

"Did he tell you what I lied about?" Jacob's voice sounded too distant and full of despair to be normal. He lied about something big. Or something that he thought would be a big deal to me.

That meant he was telling me the truth when he said Green Lantern was his favorite superhero. He must have also been telling me the truth when he said Spider-Man sucked. And we must have been on the same page about Brian and Dom being the truest Bromance there was.

"No, but from the tone of your voice it wasn't about your preference in super heroes and cars," I spat, snatching my hand from his. "So why don't you tell me?"

He didn't say anything for a few minutes and I was getting impatient. "I'm not getting any younger here Jake."

"Yeah, well you're not getting any older either," he muttered. I could tell he was pissed but there was no reason for him to be pissed at me. He was the one lying.

"This isn't the time for you to be a smart ass, Jacob," I snapped back. "Just tell me before I decide to kill you no matter what you have to say."

Jacob jumped to his feet and his face was red with anger. He was shaking and looked like he was going to phase in the middle of his fathers house. "Fuck it. Fuck it all," he nearly screamed at me. Never before had any of the guys scared me but right now I was on the verge of being frightened.

"Jacob what's wrong?" I was pleading with him because he was so, so, so upset. "Tell me and I'll help you. We can figure this out together." I was on my feet now, too. Walking around the coffee table I put a hand on his face, making him look at me. "Tell me what's wrong."

"I think about he," he looked ashamed. "Sometimes even when I'm with you and I'm happy, because lord I swear I'm happy, I think about Nessie. I wonder what she's doing and if she's okay. Then sometimes she doesn't even cross my mind.."

"Oh," was all I managed to say. I should have known it had something to do with Renesbrat. It always had something to do with her.

"And I don't want to," there were tears streaming down his cheeks. "I didn't want to imprint and I especially didn't want to imprint on her. It's not fair. I should be able to be around you and think about you and only you..but I have some stupid wolfy connection with Nessie and it messes everything about. Because I love her and I love you. And the love I feel for both of you are so different they're on two different planets. I don't want to feel trapt, Leah."

He was crying and I was holding his body against mine, stroking his hair, telling him that it would be okay. That we could make this work even though it would be hard and that we both knew it wouldn't be a walk in that park. But that we were strong and we could handle it.

And he was still trembling.

"Jake, I'm really not mad at you. This isn't your fault," I whispered. His hands clutched my hips tighter. "I didn't expect you to completely forget about her."

"I want to but I can't," his voice was scratchy and hoarse.

"I know, baby, I know." It was so different being the one comforting him. But he needed me just like I needed him. I didn't know how in the hell we were going to fix this, my mind was in overload. I couldn't come up with a rational way to get out of this mess because imprinting was rational. It was something more. We needed an irrational spontaneous way to help us see things in a different light. See them in a way where it wasn't so gloom and doom.

As if he knew what I was thinking his lips crashed against mine with more passion and need than I'd felt from him before. His hands were pawing at the bit of flesh on my hips, trying to get me closer to him, and my hands had gone to tangle into his hair, pulling his face closer to mine. Our tongues danced together and his hands moved from my hips to my ass lifting me up. Without even thinking about it my legs wrapped around his waist and my ankles locked behind him. We were still kissing and it didn't seem like we'd come up for air.

And when we finally had to break apart the word that left our mouth simultaneously was, 'bedroom'.