I have most of today off so I'm going to be typing like crazy! Thanks so much for the reviews, you guys are the best—though you already know that ;) – and I can't help but repeat it over and over! Anyway, just to give you a heads up, yes Jacob is on his way home to his beloved Nessie, however…*this is where I get ready to run* there may be some more 'surprises' along the way, mwuahahaha! But it just makes the ending I have in mind all the better. Also, a lot of people have requested that Oliver imprint on a nice girl (or boy? Haha jk not in this fanfic anyway)…I hadn't originally planned on that—though the thought had crossed my mind—but I suppose I would be an absolute horrid person if I didn't allow our loyal little wolf some happiness, so…we'll see what happens, lol, I don't want to promise anything yet. Alright, enough babbling, here's chapter forty-six, read, review, and enjoy!

Once again I do not own any of Stephanie Meyer's work, solely the plot and some new characters in this story.

**************************Tom***************************

We arrived earlier than planned, thanks to Oliver's incessant whining. Nessie was still getting ready upstairs so Esme entertained us with a mini buffet of breakfast entrees in the meantime.

You had to give it to her, for being a vampire, Esme was awesome.

I was busy stuffing my face with some kind of egg and cheese casserole—can you even make a casserole out of eggs?—when Renesmee's distinct smell wafted in. It wasn't as bad as I'd chided Oliver about a week before, but as we grew I suddenly became more aware of the 'vampire' in her. I muffled out a quick 'hi Renesmee' not even bothering to look up as she walked in to join us for breakfast. I knew before even feeling, Oliver tense beside me. Poor kid…but it's his own fault, the dumb pup!

"Morning, Renesmee," he said, momentarily seizing his 'mouth stuffing.' I glanced up towards the girl plaguing his dreams and almost stopped my own 'mouth stuffing.'

Renesmee looked really pretty today…though I couldn't quite place why I was suddenly noticing; I knew our friend was a looker, so what was different?

She sat down, avoiding Oliver's eyes and serving herself some pancakes. I kept my own gaze on my plate, glancing suspiciously at her. There was definitely something—

Then I saw it. As she reached over for the syrup a small part of her bra strap showed. Ah, I see, back to wearing one of those…no wonder she looks…hotter. I shook my head in disgust. Surely I couldn't be thinking about that kind of stuff of one of my best friends, she was practically like a sister to me! I looked over at Oliver. If I noticed, he would surely have noticed…

But Oliver was, once again, bent over his plate, intent on not looking up anymore. He mumbled something incoherent to Esme about her cooking, a second where I noticed his just as brief glance towards Renesmee.

And there was that look again.

Heartbreak.

I sighed aloud, causing Renesmee and Oliver to both look at me in surprise.

"What?" I asked innocently, "Can't a guy get sentimental over heavenly food?"

Esme smiled at me but with knowing eyes. "You're too kind, Tom."

Oliver just rolled his eyes at me. Complimenting Esme was more of his thing. Renesmee didn't even blink, just went back to her slow eating and blank stares.

It's going to be a fun day…

*****************************Emmett***************************

"WHAT'S THE MATTER, NESSIE?" I yelled back, the wind sending her hair up wildly. Tom and Oliver were laughing as she struggled to put it back into a ponytail. It was no use however, not with how fast I was driving.

She stuck out her tongue at me. "You don't have to yell, Emmett," she said in her normal tone, "I can hear you just fine." Then as an afterthought, "Alice is going to kill you when she finds out you messed up my hair."

"I KNOW," I continued yelling, "SHE'LL GET OVER IT, AS FOR THE YELLING, THIS WAY IS JUST SO MUCH MORE HUMANISH!"

Despite herself she giggled…which only egged me on, of course. We were already reaching Port Angeles and so as soon as I dropped them off…

"Alright, boys," I said, lifting them out one by one like children. Tom struggled against me, clearly embarrassed. Oliver blushed but didn't fuss as much. Nessie looked at me with a dropped jaw. "You two behave and play nice with the pretty girl," I said, placing them on the sidewalk so that they were side by side. Tom made to retort back angrily but I tilted his head, along with Oliver's, down so that I could give them a big wet kiss on their heads.

"Mwuah!" I said aloud in emphasis, then because I absolutely couldn't contain myself, I wrinkled my nose and began wafting my hand in front of them. "You guys smell, don't tell me you forgot to shower again?"

Tom blushed crimson as a group of girls passed by and began giggling hysterically. Oliver didn't notice them but his ears turned red nonetheless. Nessie was laughing.

"Damnit, Emmett," scowled Tom, "the blonde one was kind of cute."

I rolled my eyes, eyeing my now grinning—genuinely grinning—niece. "Just flex your muscles, like this," I raised my arms, "and you'll get all the girls you want, right Ness?"

Nessie rolled her eyes, grabbing hold of each twin by an elbow and steering them away from me. "Come on guys, dear uncle Emmett is having way too much fun."

I laughed and got back in my jeep. If only she knew what was in store for her later tonight—or early morning. It took all I had not to blurt out that Jacob was coming home; I knew it was bound to keep her smiling the rest of the day, but we'd all planned on surprising her instead.

It would do her good, after all.

I waved at the three scuttling figures ahead of me, smiling wider when I noticed Tom actually flexing his biceps as they passed a couple of teenage girls.

"That's my little man!" I yelled. Tom stopped right away and I could see the back of his neck darken significantly. I burst out laughing.

These twins, they made it too easy sometimes.

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

Today was too similar to the day I had my first kiss with Renesmee…my first kiss ever actually. The only difference was instead of going to the video game store, we were heading straight to our hideout. We only had Renesmee till about six so we couldn't afford to take her anywhere else. Her parents made it very clear she be home on time.

The ride over was supposed to buy us some of that time—though with the way Emmett acted I knew Tom would've preferred we'd ran over here—and so we had about half an hour before the movie started. To be honest I didn't even know what movie we were watching, something with action hopefully.

"Hey!"

I felt someone punch me on the shoulder. Whirling around I realized it was just Tom. "What?" I asked, scowling in annoyance. Renesmee looked between the two of us with a frown.

"I just wanted to know if you wanted anything to munch on. Geez, Oliver, I know you're still upset but you got to stop spacing out on me, I didn't have a choice BUT to punch you," he said roughly, slightly out of breath with his little outbreak. At this I noticed Renesmee's suddenly rosy cheeks and downcast gaze. She knew very well that she was the reason for my constant 'spacing out.' I could even see a hint of a wet eyelash…it was enough to send me over the edge.

I glared at Tom.

Just because we all knew didn't mean he had to say it out loud; I didn't want to give Renesmee any further reasons to get upset, she'd been through a lot already these past weeks, and here my idiot brother had just made her cry on my account. I turned on Tom angrily.

"Can I speak to you for a moment?" I growled. He raised his eyebrows, throwing an indirect glance towards Renesmee. "We'll be right back, Renesmee," I answered for him, yanking him by the hem of his sleeve with more force than necessary. He muttered a couple of indecent words but I ignored him.

As soon as we were in the restroom, I slammed him against the wall. "What the hell is your problem?"

He glared back at me. "I could ask you the same thing."

I slammed him against the wall again, he pouted with the pain but didn't fight back. It only angered me more.

"You know damn well what my problem is. Why do you have to bring it up, huh? And especially in front of Renesmee! I know what's wrong with me, so let me deal with it—"

Tom, with lightning speed, managed to grab me and flip me around so that now I was the one pinned up against the wall.

"And you call this dealing with it?" he hissed, his dark brown eyes gone a deadly black. I stared at him with my jaw slightly dropped, grimacing where his hands pressed against my arms through the thin material of my shirt.

"All you ever do now is mope and whine! 'Oh poor little old me, I got dumped, blah, blah—well let me give you a little news flash, Oliver! People get dumped! It's not the end of the world! And, oh yeah, I almost forgot; SHE'S JACOB'S IMPRINT! Hate to break it to you, brother, but I warned you! So stop acting like a damn baby and GET OVER IT!"

He pushed me farther up the wall and let me drop like a load of bricks. He was panting, the fury over my behavior showing in every detail of his body. I sat on the floor, stunned with his flare-up. He turned away from me, grabbing some paper towels to wipe away the sweat covering his face.

My silence only lasted about a second.

In a flash I never thought myself capable of, I was on him. He barely had time to turn around and gape in surprise. We rolled on the floor, failing and punching, kicking and even pulling each other's hair.

"YOU TOLD ME SO!"

"Oliver—"

"HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO GET OVER IT WHEN—OOF!"

"OLIVER, GET A GRIP!"

"I DON'T WANT TO GET OVER HER! I LOVE H—"

"DON'T EVEN SAY IT, JUST STOP ALREADY! SHE BELONGS TO JACOB, YOU STUPID—OW!"

"Boys!"

"YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT, I—"

"Hey! Both of you, list—"

"YOU SURE HAVE A FUNNY WAY OF SHOWING IT. YOU'RE ACTING LIKE A LITTLE GIRL—UUUH!"

"THERE'S MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM, TOM, I—"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

The familiar voice got our attention at once; I was in the middle of head-locking Tom while his left hand held a tuft of my hair—still on my head—and his other hand pulled back for another punch. We both stared in horror at the person standing not two feet away from us.

If there was ever more of a twin moment in the history of twin moments, it was now. We gulped simultaneously and gave a nervous laugh, saying two words at exactly the same time in the same strained voice.

"Hi, Sam."

***************************Jane*********************************

"That is excellent news, Jeanine. This conversation is being protected, right?...Excellent. Keep us under cover until we get there, any slip now and everything will be ruined, do you understand?...You have Gianna with you, right?...Don't worry, the shape-shifter will be the least of our problems. From your reports it doesn't seem they've even bothered looking out for him, not really anyway…Great, we'll be there in several hours." I hung up the phone and looked over at my eager brother.

"Alec," I said, smiling smugly, "It's time."

So, more of the 'plan' is sort of kind of revealed, but what could that mean anyway? And what is up Tom's butt, geez, getting on his poor brother's case like that (despite the fact that Oliver is kind of acting like a baby?...) Also, a new face, Sam! I'm not too big a fan of Sam, but…well, it doesn't hurt, right? Anyway, thanks so much to all my reviewers, you guys keep me going. Please review and let me know what you think, thanks!