A/N: ok, so the tallies came in and My Best Friend Tony won by a couple of votes.

This first chapter is longer than the one in Fault, because I figured that I shouldn't try and draw this out for too long. By the way Jacob's never met Edward before, the whole thing with the dance never happened.

Anywho...

Apologies spelling grammar and OOCness

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of it's characters, that right goes to Stephanie Meyer.

PS Before someone asks. His legacy will get updated as soon as possible, that story's just gotten a little complicated so I'm trying to rework it in a way that... works

"Jacob?"

Sarah peered around the frame of the open door and smiled when she saw her son in the centre of the room.

Jacob lay on his stomach on the carpeted floor, as he drew and coloured over the large white page he had before him, pausing every now and then to turn his head this way and turning it that way seeming to decide on whether or not the picture looked the way it was supposed to.

The boy bit his bottom lip and his eyebrows knit together tightly in thought until the crease suddenly released and he dropped the brown crayon in his hand to pick up the green one and he smiled as he coloured in small circles at the top of the page.

Sarah stepped inside and stood just in front of the door as she leaned against the wall as she watched her son work. Jacob didn't look up as always, but Sarah knew that he already knows that she's there.

Even when he played hide and seek with Rachel and Rebecca, he always knew when they were near by. He always knew when someone was about to walk into the room, he knew when Billy drove up to the house even before they could hear the roar of his truck.

Whenever they asked him how he knew, he'd always just shrug and continue with whatever game he was playing on his own or some cartoon on the television would catch his attention and he'd break into a giggling fit. The twins thought it was creepy how Jacob just somehow always knew where they went and what they were doing and at first Sarah had been concerned but then Billy would say that the boy was just incredibly perceptive and there was nothing wrong with that.

So Sarah would let it go even though she couldn't shake the feeling that something bigger was going on.

Jacob lifted his legs and started swinging them in the air while a smile spread over his lips, before he grabbed another crayon and started drawing around the edges of the paper and hummed a tune.

Sarah smiled at the tune, remembering all those nights when Billy would sing Jacob to sleep after a bad dream. Strangely enough Jacob stopped having bad dreams a few months ago or at least, they seemed to have stopped since Jacob didn't come into their room in the middle of the night any more. until she realised that she hasn't heard this one before.

The toon was soft and melodious, Sarah could almost hear the notes of a piano playing in the background while Jacob hummed.

It didn't sound anything like the quileute songs Billy usually sang to Jacob.

Did he hear it at school or on the television maybe?

Jacob's face twisted up and his nose wrinkled when a few strands of hair fell into his face at the furious scribbling he did and Sarah couldn't help but grin at how adorable he looked. She walked over to his bed and sat down, craning her neck a bit to catch a glimpse at the picture that Jacob was working on.

"Are you drawing something for daddy, Jacob?"

Jacob shook his head and dropped his crayon in exchange for another one, "I'm drawing a picture for Tony."

Sarah let out a soft sigh at that and leaned back with her arms braced against Jacob's bed.

Tony.

Now there's a new problem they weren't sure what to do about.

Tony is Jacob's imaginary friend. He showed up about a month after Jacob's fifth birthday and at first Sarah didn't really think it was a big deal.

Kids create imaginary friends all the time, it was practically a requirement these days. Especially since Jacob only ever played with Embry and Quil, or maybe Bella when she came around. Plus since Jacob started imagining Tony he'd started a number of hobbies, drawing pictures, reading books and listening to music because that's what Tony liked to do.

Sarah didn't even think Jacob knew who Bach was until he mentioned it a few weeks back.

None of Jake's new interest ever seemed to hold any danger for him so Sarah thought it couldn't hurt to play along at least for a bit, she even got the twins and Billy to play along since.

But then Jacob started acting out.

Wandering around the woods because Tony wanted to show him something. Refusing to play with his friends because Tony didn't like going around his friends and Jacob didn't want to go anywhere without Tony.

And then there was the hair pulling and glue incident when Jacob was playing alone with Bella in his room.

He said Tony didn't like it when Bella tried to hold Jacob's hand so he messed up her hair to make her leave.

Jacob kept swearing up and down that Tony's the one that did it but of course they didn't believe him, it didn't help that Jacob laughed while the crying girl pulled at crumpled clumped up mess of hair on her head.

It wasn't like Jacob to behave that way.

He wasn't mean and he certainly never lied so Tony became more of a concern than he used to be and Sarah decided that it was time to stop playing along.

"Jacob-"

"Done!"

Jacob suddenly sat up and held the newly drawn picture up in front of him, before quickly getting up and walking over to his mother with a beaming smile on his face. "Look, do you think he'll like it?"

Sarah looked away from her son's face and took the page in her hand, the older woman frowned as she looked at the picture in confusion. The picture was drawn with the typical childlike charm, there was nothing neat and polished about it. It was a picture of a boy from what Sarah could tell. Jacob had given him bright green eyes and brown hair that looked like it had been mixed in with red and orange. The boy looked like he was sitting in the middle of a square, which Sarah assumed would be the window with some other square object in his hands along with what looked like a pen.

As the older woman looked at the picture there was only one question that immediately came to mind.

"Jacob who is this?"

"It's Tony."

"This is Tony?"

"Yeah." Jacob beamed when his cheeks started to tinge into a slight pink and he smiled at the picture, "He looks nice, huh."

"Jacob," Sarah sighed, "Honey sit down, I need to talk to you about something."

Jacob went around to hop on the bed with his legs dangling off the side as he stared up at the woman before she spoke. "Jacob, I know it can be hard telling the truth sometimes and a lot of times it seems easier to just lie or blame things on other people because you're scared of getting in trouble." The boy nodded when his mother paused and Sarah took that as her que to keep going, "But sweety, when you do that you end up getting into even more trouble than before and people could end up getting hurt. Like Bella was hurt, last week when you were playing here alone."

"But I didn't pull Bella's hair and throw glue in it." Jacob said in earnest as he stared up at his mother with large eyes, "Tony did."

Sarah sighed in frustration, "And why did Tony do that Jacob?"

"Because he doesn't like her. Tony says Bella isn't good for me and that she's a bad influ-uaence."

Sarah would have smiled at the way that Jacob said the word influence if it weren't for the situation. "Jacob-"

"Tony said that I should stay away from capri-capri..." The boy frowned until his face suddenly lit up as he continued, "Capariaous people because they'll only hurt me."

"Did you mean capricious?"

"Yeah."

"How do you even know that word?"

"Tony taught it to me. Tony teaches me a bunch of stuff-"

"Jacob." Sarah interrupted as she put the drawing beside her on the bed and took her son's hand in her own and made sure they kept eye contact as they spoke. "Honey, Tony isn't the one that put glue in Bella's hair, is he?"

"Yes he did. He doesn't like it when Bella holds my hand."

"Are you sure that you don't like it when Bella holds your and so you put glue in her hair to make her stop."

"No, Tony did." Jacob adamantly as he looked right into his mother's eyes and Sarah realised that he might actually believe in Tony and he wasn't just using his imaginary friend as an excuse.

"Jacob. Jacob, honey, Tony isn't real."

"Yes he is."

"No he isn't."

"Yes he is!" Jacob insisted as he pulled his hand from his mother's grasp and got up from the bed. "He's real! He's got a mommy and a daddy, but he doesn't live them anymore because they went away. So I told him he can stay with me in my room."

Sarah let out a deep breath, "And why didn't Tony go with his mommy and daddy."

"He said he can't."

"Why not?"

"I don't know, he won't tell me."

"Jacob-"

"Look!" The boy suddenly said as he ran over towards the window and picked up another drawing book off the floor that Sarah hadn't noticed when she walked into the room. Jacob quickly flipped through he pages of the book until he found the one he was looking for and pushed the book into her hands, "See, that's Edward's mommy. I told you he was real."

Sarah blinked in surprise as she stared at the picture.

What surprised her most was the how detailed it was. Every line on the page was drawn with precision, clear swift flicks clearly made by an experienced hand and shaded curves that couldn't possibly have been drawn by a five year old.

Well not unless they were some kind of protege but Sarah is sure that Jacob couldn't have drawn this.

"Jacob where did you get this?"

"Tony drew it." Jacob said simply before flipping the page to the next one of a man and a woman holding each other as they smiled in the direction of the artist. Both were dressed in old fashioned clothes like something out of the late eighteen hundreds. "He drew this one too, he's good huh. I wish I could draw like him."

Sarah glanced up at her son for a moment as he tilted his head to the side and let his eyes run over the page. The older woman frowned as she wondered where on earth Jacob could have possibly found the book when she turned the page and felt her eyes go wide.

This one was a picture of Jacob, the boy was looking up at whoever drew him with a smile as he sat in the middle of the backyard with his toy cars scattered around him. Jacob couldn't have drawn this one could he?

As Sarah turned the pages of the book she found even more and more pictures of Jacob in the book.

Pictures of Jacob playing with his toys, Jacob drawing, Jacob watching tv. There were even a few where he was sleeping with his head at the end of the bed while one leg dangled down the side or curled up in a ball under the covers with only the top of his head sticking out.

Jacob couldn't have drawn these.

There was so much detail it had to have been done by someone who saw Jacob playing and drawing and sleeping.

Billy couldn't have done it neither could one of the twins since Sarah would have noticed one of them in Jacob's room.

"Jacob, who drew this?"

"I told you Tony did." Jacob said sounding a little annoyed as he gestured to the window before folding his arms over his chest, "He sits right there everyday when he draws." Sarah looked up at the window when her eyes instantly fell down to the pencil lying against the dresser a few feet away making her frown even more until she looked back to the book and flipped it's pages filled with nothing but images of her son until she got to the last drawn page and gasped at what she saw.

It was a picture of Jacob, he was lying on his stomach on the floor just as he was a few moments before Sarah went up to check on him.

The picture looked unfinished but from what Sarah could tell, the Jacob in the picture was wearing the exact same golf shirt and khaki shorts as he was right at that moment. Sarah's eyes went wide at the silhouette of a man drawn in the mirror hanging just above the dresser beside Jacob's door.

"He's not finished with that one. He stopped when you came in cause he doesn't like it when other people see him." Jacob said with a thoughtful look on his face, "He watches me sleep sometimes and when I get bad dreams he sits with me on the bed so I won't get scared. But he's really cold though."

Sarah's breath hitched in her throat as she just kept staring at the reflection drawn in on the mirror in the picture until a hand suddenly touched her arm, making her jump in surprise and look up at her son with wide terrified eyes.

"Mom? Is something wrong?"

Sarah's mind went into overdrive at the sound of her son's voice and she moved without realising it. She dropped the sketch pad on the ground and wrapped Jacob in her arms as she shot off the bed and out of the room.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

It's been eleven years since then and Jacob's life hasn't gotten any easier.

No one ever believed him when he tried to tell them about Tony. No one except his mom of course, she believed he was real.

Unfortunately for Jacob though, his mother was convinced that some peadophillic stalker had been hanging around Jacob and watching his every move. And although no one ever saw this supposed stalker go anywhere near Jacob's room that hadn't stopped Sarah from watching Jacob's every move just to be sure.

Eventually Billy had had enough of all the craziness and took Jacob to a child psychologist that Renee had suggested just before she and Bella moved away after her and Charlie's divorce.

There were many long hours where Jacob had sat there in front of this odd little woman with the framed glasses and curly red hair, throwing tantrums and crying in frustration because she wouldn't believe him no matter what he said.

Sarah would go with Jacob to his sessions, listening as the psychologist explained all of Jacob's theories away, somehow managing to explain the pictures as a hidden talent Jacob might not be wholly aware of. Somehow convincing Sarah that she had been wrong and that Jacob could be suffering from an acute form of schizophrenia.

Earning a lot of heart broken sighs from Rebecca and Rachel and the occasional worried glance from his father.

Although Sarah believed the woman to a certain extent she couldn't shake the feeling that Jacob might be telling the truth, so she kept an eye on him whenever she could and never left him alone for too long.

Eventually though Jacob just gave up trying to convince everyone and decided to lie.

He didn't want to, but Tony told him that it was the only way the doctor would leave him alone

He's real by the way.

Tony.

Anthony is his full name but Jacob just calls him Tony.

He's very real, Jacob has been seeing Tony in his room ever since his fifth birthday. He didn't know why no one else saw Tony when Jacob could see him clear as day, but at the time Jacob didn't really care.

Tony was really nice and smart and handsome that Jacob just really didn't see anything wrong with letting the older boy hang around his room whenever he wanted.

It wasn't till much later that Jacob realised that Tony was a ghost although he probably should have realised sooner.

He could move and touch things on his own but he could never seem to be able to touch Jacob and when he tried his hand would always just go through the quileute's skin. Making cold chills run all along his skin. No one could ever seem to see him besides Jacob and no one could ever hear him besides Jacob.

It wasn't too bad at first until Tony put glue in Bella's hair.

Jacob wasn't sure why he'd done that but over the passed few years Jacob has learnt that Tony didn't like it when anyone that wasn't part of his family got too close to him. Resulting in very bad things happening to those that tried.

A good example being Melissa Woods chair suddenly falling backwards and skidding across the classroom when she'd tried to kiss him in the third grade.

Jacob dealt with it as best as he could, but he never tried to make Tony leave, especially when his mother passed on and Rebecca left just before Billy got sick and Rachel left as well.

Tony was there through all of that.

Sitting next to Jacob while he sobbed and mourned. Telling him that everything would be O.K. His cool presence became a comfort for Jacob after he phased for the first time and his skin became unbearably warm.

Tony's always been there. He was there when Jacob phased for the first time, when Bella moved back into town and he's still here now.

"Why can't I come with you?"

Jacob gave a sigh as he stared at the pale reflection of the bronze haired man behind his own reflection in the mirror as he fussed over his hair, trying to figure out which way would look best for a date with Bella and her bloodsucking boyfriend.

"Because Bella said her leech is a mind reader, it's already hard enough as it is trying to keep the pack from finding out about you when I phase, it'll be twice as hard trying to do it with a mind reading vampire while you're right there with me."

Tony gave a sigh as he fell back on the bed, not making it stir so much as an inch as he stared up at the ceiling, "Why do you even have to go meet her boyfriend anyway? She's finally out of our hair, can't we just move on and pretend like she never existed?"

"I can't because she's my best friend, no matter how much you hate her I still want to be around her." Jacob said after an exasperated sigh.

"Why?" Tony asked as he pushed himself up on his elbows. "She's so clumsy the girl can barely take three steps without falling all over herself. You could do so much better than her, Jacob."

"You know I don't like Bella that way anymore, so that isn't what this is about."

"Then what is this about?"

Jacob turned around and folded his arms across his chest to stare at the ghost on his bed, "It's about saving my best friend from an eternity of hell, Bella doesn't know what she's getting herself in for. She's trapped under whatever spell the bloodsucker put her under."

"Well why do you have to be the one who saves her?" Tony asked with a pout and Jacob just rolled his eyes as he snatched his jacket off the end of the bed.

"Because no one else can."

Jacob gasped when Tony was suddenly right there beside him and he felt cold shivers run all along his heated skin as the ghost seemed to lean into him. "Jacob don't go."

The shifter forced back a moan as he felt Tony's hands drift across his skin in air like sweeps, "I can't stay, Tony let go."

The ghost sighed as he pulled away and Jacob let out a sigh of relief as he tugged his jacket on and made to leave the room.

He hates it when Tony does that, not because he doesn't like it but because it could never be anything more than a whisper of a touch and really he can't deal with being teased that way. He wants more and he knows that Tony does too, but it's impossible with him being what he is.

Jacob thinks its just better if they keep the touching to a minimal.

"I'll be back later O.K?"

Tony folded his arms over his chest and gave an almost infant like pout as he turned back and fell on the bed, "Fine."

"Don't follow me."

"I won't."

Jacob paused by the door and narrowed his eyes down at the ghost, "I'm serious Tony."

"I won't follow you."

Jacob just rolled his eyes and left the room, soundly locking the door behind him.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Jacob parked the brown rabbit in the drive way of the Swan house and took a deep breath as he prepared for lunch with evil.

It doesn't matter how much Bella insists that Edward and his family wasn't like Laurent an the other's Jacob didn't believe her. A vampire's a vampire.

Their killers, always have been always will be.

Just cause these ones that claim to only feed on animals doesn't mean that their any less dangerous than the others. Bella's being naïve but Jacob knows that Bella is naturally trusting. She tries to see the best in people and that's exactly why Jacob has to save her from making the biggest mistake of her life.

After one more deep breath of clean bloodsucker free air, Jacob opened the door to his car and climbed out before slamming the door and walking up to the house.

It was strange though.

He could see the leeches car right there in the driveway, reeking of leech but there was another scent under that one all around the car, one that actually smelled kind of nice.

Jacob knew that it wasn't Bella's scent, but that didn't make it any less inviting.

The shifter could smell the scent lead all the way to Bella's house and he briefly wondered if one of Bella's friends from school was there as well when he stopped and gave the door three knocks.

After a few seconds the door opened and Jacob smiled as he looked down at his best friend who smiled back as she threw her arms around him and gave him a hug.

"Jacob, it's so good to see you."

"It's good to see you too Bells."

The girl pulled away with a grin as she spoke, "I swear you get bigger every time I see you."

Jacob blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Or maybe you're just getting smaller."

Bella clicked her tongue at him as she playfully punched his arm when the girl reached out to take his arm and pulled him inside.

Jacob let the girl lead him into the kitchen where a figure stood by the kitchen window with his hands in his pockets staring looking up just in time to catch the shifter's shocked expression.

"Edward this is Jacob Black."

The vampire pushed off the counter and stepped forward but frowned in confusion when all the shifter did in return was gape and stare.

The same hair, the same face, the only real difference was in their eyes but other than that this guy, this vampire looks just like-

"Jacob this is-"

"Tony?"

A/N: so tell me what you think

There's going to be a couple of flashbacks in between to when Jacob was younger but otherwise this one shouldn't be too long.

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