A/N: Hey guys, chapter 2 is up! Please review! Kisses!

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This nervous little boy in front of her, with golden blonde waves, a smattering of freckles across his nose, and warm, knowing blue orbs had become the reason for living…hell, for her whole existence in the matter of seconds.

"Oh shit!" cackled someone in the background.

Leah Clearwater had imprinted.

It all happened in slow motion. As Leah and this small, fragile boy stared at each other for what seemed like ages, a strong hand ripped her backwards and off of the picnic bench. Letting out an inhuman growl, she saw that it was Jake, her ever-present alpha. "Leah, you need to calm down right now." He demanded. Leah shook so hard that she was practically vibrating, and gnashed her teeth at the hand gripping her arm as her eyes flashed yellow. Seth had made his way to the opposite to the side of the table to guard the child from his sister, who continued to lash out at her alpha. "Leah, you are about to phase. You are scaring him, Leah. You are scaring your imprint." Jake said in authoritative voice.

Leah glanced over to the boy, and saw that hidden behind Seth's legs were a pair of watery baby blue eyes. Wringing his hands nervously, he was clearly terrified at the sight before him.

Before another word could be said, Leah sprinted off into the woods at supernatural speeds. Behind her was Quil, who looked very concerned despite the hot pink party hat adorning his head, and Jake. Collapsing against a tree, Leah struggled to get her breathing back to normal. How could this have happened? He was a little boy!

"Um…congratulations?" Quil coughed nervously, unsure of what to say. When he had imprinted, he had felt as though he were finally at peace, everything finally clicked. He definitely did not almost phase or endanger his Claire.

Even in her struggle, Leah still found it within herself to roll her eyes. Little by little, she was able to regain her breathing, and after 10 minutes, she finally slumped against a tree, defeated.

"I'm not a pedophile," she barked, her eyes glowering at the two men in front of her. Jake and Quil, bewildered, shook their heads. "No, of course not, we know that. Imprinting on a child doesn't automatically make you a pervert." Jake assured. "Yeah, our relationships with Claire and Nessie aren't like that. It's protective, like an older sibling." Quil explained. Leah shook her head, disbelieving. "How could this happen to me?" she whispered, knowing the men could hear. Quil glared at her. "You know Leah, for once in your life, you aren't the victim of anything. You just received the greatest gift anyone could ask for, and you're still miserable. For God sakes, take a chance will you?!" he snapped harshly. Leah flinched noticeably, letting out an exhausted scoff. "What do I do? Tell me what to do. I have no idea how…or what…it will take to make this work. I just scared the shit out of him."

Jake sighed, slightly relieved that despite Leah's ferocity and stubbornness, she was finally succumbing to the magic of the imprint. "Well, do what feels natural. Don't try to force a relationship right away, just try to get to know him for now. Even though he may have been afraid, kids bounce back fast. He'll probably forget all about it." Jake shrugged. His relationship with Renesmee began at her birth, and had been fast paced ever since. Giving Leah instructions on how to be with a normal human boy was a little out of his league.

Leah ran a hand through her chin length hair, and let out a deep breath. Her body had stopped shaking minutes ago, but the aftershocks of her almost-phase still quaked through her body. She knew what she had to do, and although she had spent her existence hating the idea of an imprint, she knew that fighting it would make her life significantly worse, if it were possible. Besides, what did she have to lose? He was a 9 year old boy, he couldn't exactly break her heart. Maybe this is just what she needed.

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When Leah made it back to the party, she couldn't help but look for the little boy. Just where she had left him, he was sitting at the same picnic table. Seth sat across him, staring intently at what appeared to be some sort of board game on the table. "Sorry dude, I've got nothing." Her brother said exasperatedly. The little boy also stared intently at the board, his eyebrows pulled together in focus. As Leah approached, she saw what they were playing.

Scrabble.

Leah approached her brother, coughing lightly as a sign for him to exit. "Hey, Leah! Why don't you come and play for me? I'm sure you'll be a lot better at it than I am." Seth said grinning as his sister glared down at him. With a nod to his opponent, Seth took his leave, and Leah sat down in his place. "Mind if I play?" she asked warily, trying to feign confidence. The boy looked at her briefly, and after what looked like some reluctance, he shook his head. Leah smiled lightly, pleased that at least he hadn't screamed in horror or ran away. "Well I have to warn you, I'm not the best player, so this game might go a little quicker than planned." She chuckled nervously. The corner of the boy's mouth turned up ever so slightly, and Leah felt an excited buzz in her heart.

And sure enough, Leah was beat in about 15 minutes. The boy was certainly smart, especially for his age. The game finally ended, and everyone was called into the house to sing happy birthday to Claire. The boy slowly rose from the bench, and Leah finally took in what he was wearing. A well worn pair of jeans that were slightly to baggy for his frame, red and white striped long sleeved shirt, a blue hooded sweater, and a pair of dirty adidas sneakers, it was definitely less fashionable than what many of the other kids were wearing. And it was definitely a lot of layers considering the nice weather.

She found that she couldn't stop staring at him. Trying to learn about this boy just based on his reactions, every move he made was under Leah's soul-baring eyes as she tried to analyze her imprint. She knew he was definitely not a talker, he didn't even really sing 'Happy Birthday', instead whispering it under his breath so that only a wolf like her could hear. His whole demeanor had a certain quietness to it, even his voice was soft and soothing unlike most of the boys at this damned party, who were rowdy and rambunctious.

He was perfect.

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It was nearing the end of this party, and unlike the times where Leah would have been thanking the Gods for the end to her suffering, she found herself feeling desperate and scared. Would she ever see him again? God, she didn't even know his name.

Leah continued to play another monotonous round of Scrabble with the boy. As much as she hated the stupid game, she knew it wasn't really a competition as the boy was clearly a human dictionary, and she was, well…not. He was forming words like 'fictitious' and 'catacomb', while hers were mostly made up ones that he had definitely let her get away with. The corners of his mouth curled up every time she made a word like 'snorg' and gave an overly confident definition of the word. "Snorg is a wild animal from the Panamanian forest. Very rare, that's why you haven't heard of it." She said with faux bravado. The boy's cheeks reddened as he tried to contain his smile, making Leah's heart sore. Just as she was about to put another letter down, he gave a gentle cough. Looking up, she saw that the boy was looking at her with questioning eyes, his hand held out cautiously. "Wha-? You want my letter?" she asked curiously. He merely turned over the letter so he could see it, and guided her hand gently to the board.

Still surprised at the physical contact, Leah hadn't even looked at what he was doing. The boy smiled a half smile as she glanced at the board.

Laugh.

The word was laugh.

Just as Leah was about to cry in victory, the boy glanced up at the sky knowingly. It was dusk, and he was clearly due home soon. He slowly rose from the bench, zipped up his sweater, and started to put the game pieces back.

Disappointment rang through her body. She knew it had to end sometime, but so soon?

She helped the kid put the pieces back, trying to take her time so her time with her imprint wouldn't end so abruptly. But even that came to a close, and she was left standing at the picnic table, gripping the game so hard it could have broken. He gave her a little nod and one of those infamous half smiles, and started to leave.

That was it? Would she get to see him again?

Unable to stop herself, she caught up to him as he made his exit.

" Hey, what's your name?" she asked, trying not to sound as desperate as she felt. The boy blushed, looking unsure that she was talking to him. "What's your name, bud?" she asked again. He gulped noticeably, his eyes darting to the ground.

In the quietest whisper Leah had ever heard in her whole life, the boy spoke.

"I-Isaac."