Hello everyone! Thank you so much for the reviews and all, they make me giggly and happy :) One review (Gabbyclark20) notified me of something I completely ignored, concerning Oliver's parents, and so I will briefly mention that here. Thanks Gabbyclark20! Another reader (Lus-In) suggested some Leah POV, so I went ahead and tried my hand at that as well…hope you like it hehe, thanks Lus-In! Oh and also, Jake's 'angst' moment, not too bad actually, just unfortunate for the poor guy, maybe even a little funny? I will not talk much now, simply read, review, and enjoy!

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

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

"WHAT!"

"I'm so sorry sir, but there is nothing we can do. I'm going to have to ask you to please take a seat and have a bit of patience—"

"But I have a first class ticket! Shouldn't it be worth something?" I insisted, shoving the piece of paper into her annoying, grinning face. She smiled at me and sighed happily, as if repeating herself to a little kid with some kind of monster 'motherly' kindness.

I glared at her insolence.

"Sir, I—you know what, I have an idea! Let me get a manager." She said, almost excitedly.

"Fine!" I retorted back angrily. She swiftly—as fast as a human anyway—left her post behind the counter and rushed away, muttering seemingly to herself. Despite her little lively façade I caught every word, and almost made to show the blonde girl just how 'obnoxious' I could really be when a timid voice and a small tap on my shoulder caught my attention. I whirled around, my anger and frustration never leaving my face. The young boy took an uneasy step backwards as I faced him, glaring without end.

"Excuse me, s-sir," he stammered, "but we were hoping to get the attendants attention, our plane is about to leave in ten minutes and we…" his voice faltered to nothingness as I glowered down at him menacingly.

"N-never mind," he mumbled, practically fleeing from any peripherals of my sight. I sneered. Stupid kid, doesn't he know how to wait his turn! It's called—

"Patience, Jacob." Carlisle stood beside me suddenly. I almost agreed with him, wondering how he knew what I was going to say when I realized he was aiming the comment at me.

I glared at him too.

"Carlisle, this is ridiculous! Of all times for a plane to be delayed—"

"It's still faster than running," he reminded me, his hand settling gently on my shoulder. Esme was right behind him in a flash, too fast for human eyes to see.

"It'll be alright, Jacob, you'll see," she assured me, laying her small hand on my other shoulder.

Well, this is an odd sight…people probably think I'm getting blessed or something with the way these two are holding me…I let out a defeated sigh and followed them back towards the others. As soon as I sat down I couldn't help it; my face turned immediately into the meager comfort and protective space beneath the palms of my hands.

Nessie, Nessie, I'm coming, I swear! I just—oh damn it all!

"Jacob," Esme's voice interrupted my silent breakdown, "you did let Oliver's mother know the situation, right?"

I nodded slightly, a muffled 'Sam covered up for him, and Tom knows to keep quiet' before settling back into my broody shelter. I hadn't thought too much about the kid, to be honest, and now another sense of guilt came over me. Oliver was part of my pack, a little brother, so to speak, and now he was in the clutches of the freaking, almighty Volturi…Sam and I'd agreed it be best to lie to his parents, pretty similar to when Bella had gotten pregnant; strange illness, highly contagious, something along those lines. Tom was more than willing to vouch, at least for now anyway, there was no need to scare them with the reality of things; they didn't even know vampires and shape-shifters existed…Oliver was my responsibility too, and I wouldn't let our lies, our protection, die in vain. It was an honest lie, necessary: we'd find their son and bring him home before they had any more time to worry…at least that's what I kept telling myself.

"Relax," said another voice, somewhat forced but soft nonetheless. "I'm sure they're both fine, plus Edward and Bella are already there."

I couldn't help but smile into my hands, hidden beneath all this misery. Barbie and I, Rosalie, that is, had reached some sort of impossible if only temporary understanding, and as much as I disliked her, I couldn't help but appreciate her efforts.

Wait till you see what kind of mayhem you're causing Ness, I thought to myself. Imagine that, Barbie and I, getting along…

But the thought of her only brought back my agony. Stupid plane delay…I wanted so much to jump up and rampage the entire airport, starting with the bubbly, blonde girl who'd insisted I have some patience.

I'd like to show her where to put her patience…

"Jacob, calm down, you're shaking!" Alice hissed into my ear. I jumped in my seat with the abruptness and looked up briefly.

"S-sorry," I mumbled, but Alice had already caught my expression. It was torn between utter frustration and wretched concern. Edward's anxious panic attacks seemed completely suiting for a time like this, and I resisted the urge to get up and run, anywhere, so long as I was moving in some kind of direction. Nessie needed me, and I'd promised her I'd save her. And now the inconveniences of human inability were making wayward that promise. What if I got there too late? Or what if I got there just barely too late…I would never forgive myself if anything happened to Nessie, or even Oliver for that matter. As selfish as it may be, Oliver was only second in my calculations; if anything happened to him…I'd hate myself for the rest of my life, yes, but if it were Nessie…I couldn't even think of what I'd do…

I hadn't noticed the tears running down my face and into my waiting hands, streaming down into an abyss of 'what ifs' and too many risks, and everything to lose.

**************************Leah************************************

COMPLETELY AND RIDICULOUSLY STUPID!

Leah, dude, calm down—

I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! AND DON'T CALL ME DUDE!

But Leah, it's only a couple more hours—

SETH!

Ok, ok, I know, I was hurrying you up, and now it turns out we have to wait, but it's not like it's the Cullens fault that their plane got delayed—

Oh yeah, always protecting your precious little bloodsuckers, ugh!

The CULLENS Leah, Cullens!

Whatever!

You know what, fine! Wallow in your own bitterness, I'm going over to check on Adrian one more time, make sure he's ready for when we leave—

Oh yes, since leaving a thirteen year old newly phased wolf for evil rogue vampires is SO responsible!

But my brother's thoughts were gone. I continued running, daring my energy to suddenly zap out of me. I knew there was no arguing, but flying all the way towards Italy? It just seemed a bit…too much. Surely, if Renesmee was innocent then there should be no problem, right?...But even as I thought it I remembered the evil bloodsuckers from that horrible day…What's the matter with you, Leah? Grow a heart!

I couldn't help but feel slightly guilty for being so offended towards Jacob's most recent command, but…things just never seemed fair. Not only was I still alone—do girl werewolves even imprint?—but now I was forcefully flying across the ocean into a bloodthirsty coven of wicked, and powerful vampires, and even though I hated the whole ordeal, there was a part of me, VERY small mind you, that actually did want to help.

You're losing your charm, Leah, I though acidly, pretty soon you'll be up in Alice's room, styling her latest wardrobe change…

I sighed. It was so hard to dislike things, people, when you knew the truth behind those pretenses.

No one ever said life was fair, sis.

Seth, get out of my head.

I'll let Alice know you're a size five—

Seth…

—and that you prefer cream colored blouses, they match your skin tone—

Seth…

What size bra do you wear? Like an A or something? I bet Alice could do something about that, make you more popular with the guys—

SETH!

What? You said—

I can smell you so you're close by. You have five seconds to shut up or else I'm going to show you just how 'popular' I can make myself once I pulverize you!

Nothing.

I rolled my eyes, Seth was just too easy sometimes…

I am not!

SETH!

Sam! She's going to kill me!

Stop fighting! Both of you, we have more important-

Crap, how long have you been phased?

Don't worry Leah, I just heard something about a bra size, no big—

SETH YOU'RE DEAD!

Thanks a lot Sam—ahh! Leah, stop!

It was no use, I already had him. Sorry, bro, but no one ever said life was fair…

*****************************Edward*********************************

I remained standing whilst Bella sat lightly on the edge of the bed, her face patient but close to breaking with the words I obviously wanted to say. I was still trying to make sense of it myself.

Finally, my wife's frustration reached its limit. "Oh for heaven's sake, Edward, tell me what you saw!"

I turned towards her, my brow still creased in thought, before going over and settling beside her. "Well, for one thing, I definitely like Oliver much more now." I said.

Bella tilted her head. "What? Why—"

"He ran over a very interesting conversation in his head almost the entire time that he was there," I explained, "knowing I'd hear every thought. Brilliant tactic, I'm just surprised he'd even thought of it, and ever grateful he did."

Bella nodded in understanding. "What was he thinking about then?"

I paused, unsure of how best to phrase it. "Jeanine," I finally said.

Her reaction was immediate, a deep growl and an impossible glance at her scarred shoulder, the painful memory still very explicit. I sighed before continuing. "She may not be as bad as we thought."

Her narrowed eyes aimed caution, suspicion. "Oliver was recalling a conversation she had with them, a story more like. Bella, if what she told them is true—"

"It still doesn't change anything," Bella suddenly cut in, her eyes almost glowing with anger, "I may not know the whole story but I do know she was one of the main components to the entire ordeal."

I looked at her with wide eyes, my usual patient and understanding wife: practically foaming at the mouth. For a very brief second I wanted to laugh at this sudden switch of roles, but it quickly passed with a curt 'Edward.'

I looked into her eyes with understanding and took her hands into my own. "Bella, love, let me explain."

And I told her everything I'd heard. Jeanine's interesting Quileute roots, the day she met Jane, her turning, the killing of her younger brother, the empty promise for her mother's life, the lingering threat of her father and sister, and Jane's orders. There were quite a few holes in the story and I could only assume it was due to Oliver's hasty rethinking, and so I filled them in with what I could only guess made sense, if not just leaving them out completely. One thing that was still somewhat confusing though—

"So, wait a minute, how did Marcus know she might possess a gift again?" Bella asked, her anger somewhat dissipated.

"Well," I began—this was one of the holes—"from what I gather, when Jeanine escaped the first time, that is, thanks to the unexpected wolf, Marcus happened to be near by—"

"But why would Marcus have been there in the first place?"

I paused, going over what little Oliver had given me to work with. "All Oliver thought was something about Caius wanting to rid the place of potential werewolves, so I'm assuming all three were present, as well as a few select guard members." Bella nodded, motioning for me to continue.

"As I was saying, Marcus was nearby and though he could smell Jeanine's blood, didn't feel anything otherwise unusual. You remember what his gift is?"

She nodded. "Yes, empathetic to relationships."

"Precisely. So you can imagine his curiosity when suddenly the human scent moved farther away and the brother-sister relationship jumped out at him instantly. He assumed she may be—"

"A possible shield," Bella finished.

"Yes, and so he gave the order to change her."

"But," Bella interjected, "if she'd been one with the wolf gene she could've died!"

I almost rolled my eyes at her, chuckling slightly with a bitter bend. "That's a risk the Volturi are more than willing to take, my love," I answered. "In the end, Marcus' hypothesis was correct: Jeanine had a very useful shield indeed."

"Which is…?"

"She can make hybrid zones, an illusion of course, but effective towards certain gifts. In other words, if she were to place her shield onto you and I, for example, Alice would not be able to see us. Marcus falls into this category of susceptible gifts, in his case, he wouldn't be able to identify what type of relationship we have. She would be creating the illusion that we are hybrids."

"But—what then…" Bella faltered, trying to make sense of what I'd just told her. I didn't blame her, the story, was to some extent, perplexing.

"Another interesting phenomenon," I continued, "is that whilst Jeanine's shield was able to block out Marcus, why then couldn't her brother, an actual hybrid?"

"You mean when she escaped?" Bella asked, befuddled.

"Oliver didn't give anything about that," I responded, "but, considering Jeanine's 'uniqueness', her smell, for instance—mind you, I wasn't able to get too close to her but I did pick up a slightly different smell compared to most vampires—I think her brothers' pack was unique in their own way."

"How so?"

"I can only guess that their abilities weren't as strong or maintained as Jacob's pack, perhaps even faulty to the point where they aren't immune to gifts like Alice and Marcus. And if that is the case, which we will never really know, then it could stem from several possible reasons. Perhaps it's the fact that they aren't directly linked to the Quileute race, or maybe the lack of vampires in their area, I really don't know."

Bella, looking more confused than angry by this point, pursed her lips. "Well, that's…weird."

Indeed…" I pondered, applying what we now sort of knew to our situation. Bella was way ahead of me though.

"So, that's why Alice hasn't been able to see anything, and if her scent was really that different, possibly even invisible to our wolves, then it would have been impossible to pick up, which is how she might have made trips to Forks unnoticed, assuming it was her scouting out Nessie in the first place…" her mind was reeling, her golden eyes flickering back and forth as if in frustration. She suddenly turned to me.

"Wait, you said she was under Jane's orders?"

"Yes, at least directly." I answered slowly, knowing already what her next question, her next realization, was going to be.

"So then Aro—"

"Had nothing to do with any of it." I finished, looking at her meaningfully. "I searched his thoughts, and even if he was trying to hide anything, it was too innocent to do so. I'm sure you know the situation is definitely something he's happy about, considering our family, but he has no recollection whatsoever of anything Jane may have planned."

"What about Jane's thoughts?" Bella asked.

"That's the strange thing, with the little information Jane gave, she made it quite clear what her role in all this was: send Jeanine to scout out Renesmee Cullen, just to make sure she remained as harmless as we presented her to be two years ago. From there, I only caught a glimpse of her and Alec's sudden decision to quit the Volturi, and their 'fortunate' encounter with Nessie's murder. So even if she were thinking very carefully, you can easily see how the whole thing can come off as innocent, at least on their part. All she has to do is avoid making contact with Aro, which I'm sure he would gladly oblige to considering the high stakes Nessie would mean on our family."

Bella's eyes were starting to widen as she took in my latest information, and I could see we were both arriving at the same conclusion.

"But, Edward," she began, her voice breaking, "if we can't put it on Aro, or Jane and Alec, or Jeanine, then…" she faltered, complete fear taking over her pale face.

"Then there's a big possibility there's no way we can prove Nessie's innocence." I finished.

Slightly Long Author's Note

Ok, once again, not too exciting, but some good stuff. What did you all think of Leah's POV? I actually didn't plan for it, but once I put in her first line, the rest just kind of flowed lol. If anyone has any POV suggestions, I would be glad to consider putting them in, given, of course, that it's appropriate and doesn't disrupt the flow of the story. The main point of this chapter was to sort of fill you in on more details concerning the whole 'plan' ordeal, seen through Edward's POV. Basically, Jane was ordered to send out a scout to check on Renesmee, just to make sure she was growing up 'safe'—in other words, no harm to the vampire world—so there's nothing wrong with that, right? Well, along comes Jeanine with her useful little gift and unique scent (of course remember that Jane also thought Jeanine repelled 'scent' but it turned out to be that Gianna did that…PM me if you don't get that point); and since Jane pretty much has control over her, she sends Jeanine. Thus the plan unfurls: Jeanine thinks Oliver is Nessie's imprint, reports to Jane, Jane (and when I say Jane, I'm implying that Alec just kind of agrees with her) uses it to her advantage and eventually 'quits' the Volturi, making herself seem innocent, in a way (remember, Aro was furious, which reminds us that Caius kind of knew…he is actually the one that calmed Aro down, but I will get to that in a later chapter). Just because Jane is gone, however, doesn't mean Jeanine's little 'surveillance' is going to stop, so she keeps going, still letting Jane know for fear for her remaining family. Jane and Alec, on the pretense of wanting to get back into the Volturi, happen to coincidentally be in the Forks area when all hell breaks loose, capturing Renesmee in the act of killing one the Volturi guard members, Gianna. Does that make sense?...Somewhat confusing, yes, but bottom line, Nessie is looking more and more guilty because Jane's actions have all been 'innocent' in a way. Lol, of course there is also the question of who ordered Jane, right? No surprise there, I'm sure you've already guessed who by now (and that person is going to be playing another role later too). Ok, well, I've talked for too long lol, please review and let me know what you think! I'm open to questions concerning any confusion, and I would definitely like to know also what you thought of Leah's little argument hehe. Coming up next is the beginning of Nessie's trial, so that should be exciting no? Review! I love you all, thanks :)