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**********************Alice**************************************

My hands were actually shaking a little after I hung up the phone. Edward was going to go crazy when he found out…Bella was going to be even worse…and Nessie…

My eyes darted to the front door. Nessie would be home from school soon, and Bella and Edward were at their cottage. I knew Carlisle should be the one to go to, but the incredible feeling that suddenly swarmed my body, my mind…there was only one person who could ease this horrid sensation.

"Jasper," I said barely above a whisper, then a bit louder, "Jasper."

I felt a slight breeze through my hair as someone suddenly stood beside me. I knew it wasn't who I wanted so desperately right now.

"Alice, honey, what's wrong," said Esme, leaning down to peer anxiously at me. Carlisle was beside her in the next second.

I looked between the two of them, my head ticking. I should tell them, they were going to find out anyway…

"Jasper," I said again, the slight decision to tell them of Jacob's predicament not escaping my mouth. "I need Jasper."

Carlisle's mouth thinned. I peered through the mist I so often looked through to see what exactly had happened. Oh…Jasper was hunting with Emmett.

"What's going on, Alice?" Carlisle asked me tenderly. I looked at him and Esme, and spoke swiftly.

"It's Jacob," I said, "he saw Jane and Alec."

Esme gasped. "He saw them? So then they know where he is—"

"No," I answered, then a bit more confidently, "no, they've actually been travelling, seeing the sights. I think it may have been on accident that Jacob ran into them, but so far I don't think they've seen him…" I paused, focusing on the two figures. I saw them on a ferry, the Maid of the Mist…Alec leaning against the rail, Jane coaxing a handsome young man to a corner…my eyes snapped awake.

"I can't see any recent decisions concerning us or Jacob, but…" I nodded my head in confusion, "Carlisle, maybe it wasn't the best idea to send Jacob away…"

He put his hand on my shoulder, easing somewhat the terrible feeling: guilt. "Alice, you did what you thought was best for all of us, for Nessie," he said soothingly, "and no one in this family has ever had reason to mistrust your judgment. I'm sure it isn't any other way this time either."

I smiled weakly. Leave it to Carlisle, or Esme, to say something like that…I suddenly felt much better, however, my nerves calming down significantly. Wow, I guess Carlisle really does know how to do that to someone…but then another pair of hands was on me.

"Alice, what's wrong?" a pair of golden eyes looked at me worriedly, tenderly. Jasper, having somehow felt my urgency, was holding me now, and I could feel his calming gift surge through me rapidly.

"Jasper!" I said, throwing myself into his embrace, "I'm sorry, didn't mean to interrupt your hunt, it's just…I'm not sure what to do."

"It's alright, we were on our way back already," he said softly. He looked confused as he pulled back ever so slightly to get a good look at my face. "What to do about what?"

I quickly explained the phone call with Jacob, and my visions of Jane and Alec. He was silent for a moment. I could see the quiet debate going on in his head, whether to keep Jacob on the run, or bring him home. Before he could respond, however, I looked up expectantly.

Sure enough, the rest of our family, excluding Nessie, were all here. Esme had called Edward and Emmett had brought Rosalie down with Jasper's hasty retreat. I looked at Edward, watching his brow furrow as he debated the same thing as Jasper.

Bella, seeming the most anxious, finally spoke up. "What's going on?"

I averted her questioning eyes, settling on the blonde man in front of me. It was Edward who spoke.

"Jane and Alec are in New York. Jacob almost had a run in with them," he said carefully, eyeing Bella. Bella, however, didn't react as badly as I'd expect, she simply tilted her head as if asking another question.

"They don't know Jacob is there, however, it seems they will be spending some time there to see the sights, thou—"

"Seeing the sights?" cut in Emmett. "You mean the witch twins are actually on vacation?" he asked incredulously.

"So it seems," I answered, ignoring Emmett's roar of a laugh with this 'fun fact.' "I haven't seen anything in their plans concerning us, so maybe…" I faltered, looking at Edward.

"Maybe they really were working for the Volturri and failed, somehow, with their 'plan'," said Edward, "It would explain their sudden disinterest in us…"

"But do you really think it would be that simple?" asked Bella skeptically. "It could just be a distraction. What if they really are looking for Jacob?" Though she appeared, for the most part, calm, I could tell how anxious the news was making her. Even for a vampire, Bella was still a worrier.

"Then Jacob must keep moving," Jasper finally spoke.

We all turned towards him.

"But if they know he's on the run, maybe we should just bring him home," continued Bella, "it would be the last place to look for him, they would never expect—"

"There's no way of knowing for sure though, Bella," Jasper interjected. "We're basically back to where we began. We just don't know enough," here he glanced apologetically at me, "it could be as Edward said, that the plan is void, but it could also be that they're trying to trick us. We need to be ready for anything."

"Well, I think we should just bring the dog home," Rosalie interrupted. We all looked at her in surprise. "Bella's right, it would be the last place they'd look if they actually are looking for him and know he's running, plus it would make Nessie happy if he were here." She smiled, knowing she'd made a good point, "I don't know about you all, but I would sure like to see my niece again and not the half vampire that's been brooding about lately."

The silence that followed was long, even for vampires. Of course it would make Nessie happy, we knew that but…

"We can put it to a vote," said Carlisle calmly, "bring Jacob back, or keep him on the run."

"Wait," Jasper again, "how about we keep him moving, at least for a week or so, to see if Jane and Alec are really tailing him. We can vote then."

Edward nodded in agreement. "That sounds alright with me. We will need to keep in touch with him throughout the whole—" he paused, and then looked at me meaningfully.

I nodded, leaving the room in a flash with my phone already dialing Jacob's number. I barely heard Edward mutter out the reason behind out interruption.

"Nessie's here."

*****************************Jacob************************************

I almost rolled my eyes at the knowledgeable vampire on the other end of the line. Of course I wasn't going to stay in New York with the two leeches here! I was already on my way down south, not really sure where I was going.

"Don't have to tell me even once," I laughed bitterly, my voice ridiculously calm considering how fast I was running. I was already far away from New York, and—if I remembered my geography correctly—I was probably somewhere in Pennsylvania right now.

"Jacob," Alice continued, "my suggestion is that you travel southwest, try to avoid any major cities. We can't be sure that the twins aren't following you if you show up in another tourist town."

"I guess I should be heading to good, old, little Forks then, huh?" I joked, knowing how ridiculous of a suggestion it was. The thought of returning home, however, felt like a punch in the gut. Talking to Nessie on the phone had helped A LOT, however, it didn't change the fact that I was here and she was over there, as well as everyone else that I cared about. The silence on the other line suddenly caught my attention. Wait, were they actually considering letting me go back home?

I forced back the excitement that threatened to go up my spine with the thought. "Alice?"

"I don't want to get your hopes up, Jacob," she answered slowly, carefully, "but coming home might be an option—"

"Are you serious?" I exclaimed, trying and failing to hide the excitement in my voice.

"Jacob," she repeated sternly, "it's not for sure. We need to see if they really are following you, which is why I need you to stay on the go. After about a week or so, we'll decide what to do next. It could be that Jane and Alec really are just on somewhat of a road trip. We can't take any risks though."

I nodded, barely even hearing her. There was a chance, slight as it may be, that I was going to get to go home to my Nessie.

******************************Oliver********************************

We had just dropped Renesmee off at her house. I'd made to follow her in—I knew Esme wouldn't mind—but Emmett and Rosalie met us outside; Emmett easily scooped up Renesmee into a teasing hug, dragging her in. She called out a faint 'bye' to us, laughing—but not really laughing—as her enthusiastic uncle flipped her upside down. I would've still gone in, at least to say hi to Esme, but Rosalie blocked the doorway.

I stopped right in my tracks. Ever since…well, that day, I'd grown quite fond of Esme. She seemed the most inclined to make us comfortable, especially me considering the situation. The rest of the family treated us ok; we were assigned, after all, to escort Renesmee home everyday after school, not that we minded of course. Even Edward—much to my surprise—was decent. Rosalie, however, was hardly ever around when we were over, and the few times I'd actually seen the blonde bombshell, I found myself more than uncomfortable.

Right now was one of those times.

I made to ask for Esme—it was a sure fire way of being invited for lunch—when she reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder.

I felt my face burning instantly.

"Sorry, boys, but today is not a good time to visit," she said coldly, a fake—but still brilliant—smile on her face as she regarded us. "We have some family issues we need to discuss."

"Sure thing," responded Tom, grabbing me by the scruff of the neck and pulling me backwards. I stumbled after him, not able to do anything but nod stupidly at Rosalie. She really was intimidating. Her smile simply grew and she raised a perfect eyebrow, obviously enjoying the effect her radiance had on me.

When we were finally a safe distance, Tom turned to me grinning. "Geez, Oliver, you can't go falling in love with all the vampire women around here."

I made a face. "Don't be stupid," I scowled, "Rosalie may be pretty, but she smells."

He laughed. "So does Esme," he said. I rolled my eyes at him as he continued, "But I can see why you like her. She cooks good."

My mouth watered at just the thought. Then Tom said something else. "Come to think of it, Renesmee kind of smells a little too, at first she didn't, but I've noticed it now that we're actually growing into our bodies. I don't know how you managed to actually kiss her." His laugh echoed back to me. I had stopped running.

I knew he was just kidding, being stupid the way brothers are supposed to be, but…it made me angry, sad, and—

"Hey, why are you lagging?" he was suddenly by my side, then seeing my expression, softened somewhat. "Hey, hey, I didn't mean to—well you know what I meant, I—ooof!"

"Oliver!" he scowled, rubbing his arm where I'd punched him. "What the hell, bro? I know, it was a bad joke, sorry, but you didn't have to do that!" He made to punch me back but I had already raced away, phasing as I went to boost my speed.

I could feel his feet behind me, two thuds against the earth in a steady rhythm. Then it was four.

I raced away in a blind fury. Renesmee did NOT smell—though in the back of my mind I couldn't deny that recently she wasn't smelling as good as before. What did it matter though? She was perfect…and taken… Even as a wolf my eyes began to moisten. The thought of Renesmee was making me crazy, Tom could vouch for that. Ever since that day, things hadn't been the same…well, in a sense, yes, they were the same, but for me…I'd cried that night…and the night after that…and the night after that too. I don't know why I was being this stupid, I mean, I knew all along what I was getting myself into, knew the risks involved. And yet my heart bled every time I saw her, not simply for my own selfishness, but for the obvious sadness behind her own eyes. If only she had had her epiphany later. If we were still together, then maybe I could help take away some of the sadness so apparent behind her chocolate eyes…but I knew that, even then, she would still be utterly miserable without Jacob…

Because Jacob is her imprint, you stupid mutt.

I couldn't help but feel foolish, because I was.

As I neared home I phased back, cursing myself for forgetting the concept of 'clothes' upon my hasty transformation. I dived into our room through the window, thankful I'd forgotten to close it this morning, changing quickly into some shorts, not bothering to put a shirt on. As I closed my drawers, however, I couldn't help myself…

The picture she'd given me. I had intended on placing it on top where I could see it always, but…well, it just didn't seem appropriate anymore, so I'd taken it out of the frame and placed it on the bottom of one of my drawers. I looked at it now, my anger dissipating immediately, followed by the intense sadness that haunted me every second of my life since we'd broken up. She'd returned the necklace to me the very next day, insisting it was much too valuable for her to keep, especially since we were now 'just friends.'

Just friends. Those two words were my personal hell.

The picture, however, she said was mine to keep. It made my heart break even more, seeing how even now, she understood how utterly in love I was with her, and how this one picture of her, would always be a reminder of the short yet amazing time we'd had together as a couple.

How was I ever going to find someone as amazing as Renesmee? It just didn't seem possible, no matter what this whole imprinting business promised.

I leaned further against my pillow, already feeling the restrained tears began to leak. The worst part of it all was that whenever I looked at her, the few times our eyes met, behind the fake smiles, and the tiring sadness…I knew she loved me too.

It just wasn't enough.

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