Disclaimer: Not Stephanie Meyer

A/N: So this is my first attempt at writing. Let me know what you think, I'd really appreaciate some constructive feed back.

PS - Leah has not and will not phase as far as I know right now and the packs have not split.Leah POV

It's been several years since I've been home. I've avoided the place for as long as I could and I'm not sure I can even call it home anymore. I moved to Seattle after everything fell apart. First, there was a whole situation with Sam and Emily. Sam disappeared for weeks and when he returned to me, he was different. There was a distance in his eyes that I could not understand.

Shortly after my cousin Emily came up to visit me because I was lonely and needed someone to talk to. Sam was being distant and strange. I desperately hoped that the whole thing was in my head and that Emily would help me though it but that's not exactly what ended up happening. Sam left me…. for EMILY! And to make things worse, she was all for it and started dating him!!

After that, I retracted myself from the outside world. There were no words that could have described the vile betrayal I suffered at the hands of Sam and Emily. I descended in a downward spiral into a place of darkness. Bitterness coursed my veins like poison, infecting every cell of my being. I wallowed in my resentment and turn on those who still cared about me. The only thing that kept me from falling apart completely was my family. Even though my father continued to show approval for Sam, he was there for me every time I cried. My family was my light of Eärendil, the only thing that kept me out of complete darkness. Seth was a little ball of sunshine and always did his best to try to make me smile. He even offered to beat up Sam for me and the thought of Sam getting knocked out by a little kid was amusing enough for a faint smile to cross my face on occasion.

Just when I was beginning to develop some shred of hope for the future, my life was rocked by more tragedy. One night I decided to go out with a friend to Port Angeles after months of mourning. Upon my return I found my house deserted with a note on the kitchen table "Honey, We're at the hospital with dad. Please come as soon as you read this. – Mom". I practically collapsed to the floor where I stood because just the small idea of losing my dad was terrifying. I ran to the shed, pulled out dad's old bike and raced to the hospital like hell on wheels. My dad was in a coma after suffering a heart attack, but he didn't make it though the night. I lost so much more then just my father that night. I lost my dad, my friend, my source of warm hugs.

The final straw was when my little Seth began to follow Sam. I'm not sure what it was, weather it was because he thought Sam was cool or because he was desperate for male approval after the loss of his father, but Seth changed. He was out for hours on end, till early morning sometimes, mom allowed it and there was nothing I could say that would change her mind. Everything I held most dear was taken away in some way. My loneliness and desperation grew to almost uncontrollable heights and I knew I couldn't stay in La Push any longer. I was a ticking time bomb.

I applied to college in Seattle and moved as soon as I was accepted. That's where I have been for the last fee years. I worked on expelling my demons and even managed to maintain a relationship in the last two years. I kept regular contact with my mom because I knew that it was what dad would have wanted, but I wouldn't talk to Seth, no matter how much it pained me or how much he begged. He continued to follow Sam.

I earned my teaching license and needed a permanent position at a school, but Seattle had an oversupply of recent grads just like me. So when my mom informed me of the teaching position available at the school on the reservation I jumped at the chance and applied. I got the job. That's why I'm on my way back, following the lines on the highway back to a place of my youth, a place where I experienced true joy and true pain.

My stomach turned as I rounded the corner to the border of the reservation. The only thing I could hope for is that I am strong enough to return and face the things that caused me so much pain in the first place. I turned up the music as I passed the border and let the lyrics of the song dispel my anxiety.

…Life for you has been less than kind
So take a number stand in line
We've all been sorry we've all been hurt
But how we survive is what makes us who we are…

Seth POV

Everything came crashing down all at the same time. First Sam and Leah broke up, then I phased into a werewolf, my father passed after suffering a heart attack and my big sister left La Push.

I was so angry with Sam for breaking Leah's heart, I still am, but after being in his head, I understand how strong his feeling are for Emily. I also felt the ever present guilt that he carries for hurting Leah, which makes it a little easier to be around him. In all honesty Sam has been very good to me, like a big brother or something.

My new secret life tore into the fabric of my relationship with Leah, until we were hanging on by a thread. I couldn't explain to Leah why I was hanging around Sam or why I was coming home in the middle of the night. We use to share everything but this was something I was not allowed to tell her. It seemed that she was reverting back to a place of bitterness and one day she announced that she was leaving. Sam and I both felt the pain when Leah left, I more then him, but it was something that we both shared in silence and it helped me cope with her absence.

Since then Leah wouldn't speak to me, she ignored my calls, emails and letters. But today I get a second chance! Leah is coming home!!!!! She can't avoid me forever. Sooner or later she has to talk to me, then I'll make her forgive me and everything will be as it was.

The phone rang and broke my silent contemplation.

"Hello?"

"Hey Seth, is she home yet?"

"No Sam, she's not, but don't you dare come over today!!" I warned uncharacteristically.

"Seth, I need to see her, I need to apologize" Sam said, almost begging.

"No way! Give her some time to settle in and get use to the idea of being back before you bombard her with apologies" I heard a car pull up. "Look Sam, I have to go, but remember what I said, give her some time." All I heard was a click on the other end of the line.

My mom rushed out the door and started squealing like a peppy cheerleader. I guess Leah just arrived. I felt excited and anxious all at the same time as I approached the front door.

"Seth! Get out here and help Leah with her bags!" mom yelled as I walked out on to the porch. Leah took one look at me and then averted her eyes. I walked down the driveway to her and took the bag from her hand. She looked at me again and was about to say something but I crushed her in a hug, her words coming out only as a muffled sound. It was then that I noticed how much I grew. She was so small and so much shorter then I remember.

She tapped me on my shoulder.

"Air!" she choked out.

"Oh yah, sorry" I said smiling, "Welcome back sis!" She managed a smile, but then she looked passed my shoulder and her smile turn into a scowl. I turned around, following her glare of daggers to see Sam standing by the road. He gave a small wave as he began to approach and Leah stiffened. I cut him off before he got any closer, his tall frame towering over me as I glare up.

"What the crap Sam?! I thought I told you to stay away."

"I couldn't, at the very least I needed to see her"

"Well you saw her, now go, and don't ruin this for me". He looked at me with begging eyes but I didn't falter. With a deep sigh he turned around and ran into the woods.

I ran back smiling.

"Don't worry sis, he wont be back" but her mood was already ruined.

"I guess things haven't changed much around here" she replied as she walked up the drive way with her bags in hand.

You can do this Seth, but give her a moment to breath, she just got back , I told myself as I grabbed the rest of her bags and made my way to the house. This is going to work, Leah will be happy here and I'll get my big sister back!

Next chapter:

"Don't you have a home?!" I fumed as he smirked at me.

"I like your home better, and your fridge has a lot more food then mine does. That pasta was especially good."

"WHAT!?" I charged to the kitchen and threw open the fridge door, but my lunch wasn't there. "You ate my lunch you jerk!"

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