Leah's redemption 1

Yeah…so I'm severely ADHD…here's another Leah story, because she really got the short end of the stick in my mind. Gonna be several chapters long I'm thinking.

Summary: Leah left after Bella gave birth never sparing a look, thinking Bella died, gone for a few decades she heads back when her mother is dying and finally meets her imprint, the last person she ever thought it would be. Femslash

Jacob never imprinted on Renesme, Bella lived, turning into a vampire. All events were the same besides Jacob imprinting, Seth stopped the wolves from attacking that night when they went for Renesme he couldn't help the weird protective sisterly bond he felt with her. The wolves didn't understand it either but accepted the baby as their own because of their nature. They beat the Voltouri the same as in the books, and lived as they normally did traveling the world with their endless pursuit of high school diplomas… the Cullen pairings are all the same as the books

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except my OC Paula, also I myself am not Native American, so please correct any incorrect information, I do go back periodically and correct any mistakes on my fics if pointed out. My Godfather was part Souix and this is my humble way of honoring his memory as he was a kind and gentle man.

italics =pack mind

Leah had left after Bella gave birth, not sparing that spawn a single glance.

It was too much, hearing the screams, the fighting with her brother over protecting those leaches.

It was too much being around Jacob and the stupid love triangle.

It was too much being around Sam and his imprint, her cousin!

It was so much that upon hearing Jacob yell 'that thing killed her!'

She shifted, turned and ran, and ran.

She didn't stop until she was someplace warm. Kansas maybe? Standing in her wolf form she reveled in the silence for the first time in her life. No other voices in her head, only scenery of the surrounding nature. Not the beauty normally seen in Washington's Forrest. In fact she hadn't seen a tree for a while. It was mid day in the country where the wind was blowing on the rolling wheat fields. It was mesmerizing to see the wheat fields blowing in the wind looking like a fluidly moving sea current. The wolf closed her eyes and just listened to the wind, felt the sun over her fur, and just existed. She felt a calmness radiate over her, and didn't even realize she had transitioned back until she slowly opened her eyes. The very middle of the United States was where Leah Clearwater found her inner peace for the first time in her young life. She decided right then and there to stay here for as long as she could. Sneaking off to the closest farm she saw some clothes hanging on a clothesline and quickly dressed.

Running to an adjacent farm she approached the door to the farmhouse and knocked. A kind woman answered the door with sawdust in her hair and paint splattered overalls.

'Can I help you darlin'?'

'Yes ma'am you wouldn't be in need of another farmhand would you?'

The red headed woman studied the tall built Native American, noting the lack of shoes, but kind troubled eyes

'Running from the law?'

'No ma'am'

'Do you do drugs? '

'No ma'am'

' do you have any experience?'

'No ma'am, but I'm a hard worker. I grew up working with my father on the reservation.'

The redhead smiled, 'I'm part Cheyenne myself, name's Paula.' The redhead extended her hand

Leah shook her hand,' Leah, Leah Clearwater of the Quilute tribe.'

Paula continued to smile shaking her hand, until the wind shifted and the Native American's scent shifted to the redhead. She sniffed, tilting her head, smelling the sickly sweet familiar smell of a vampire mixed with that of shifter. Paula stopped shaking her hand, and noticed the intense body heat radiating off of Leah, the borrowed clothes, and realized she was a shifter.

'Well I'll be, you are kin more than you think girl.'

'Whaaa?'

' follow me girl'

She motioned for the taller girl to follow her out the house to the backyard. She stripped and effortlessly transitioned to a large bobcat. Nodding her head encouraging the wolf to shift as well. Leah took the clothes that obviously weren't hers off and transitioned into her wolf.

Well I'll be, a wolf!

-wow paula? I've never seen a shifter be anything other than a wolf

Plains Indians have always been shifters, we adapted when the great buffalo hunt happened almost wiping out the entire species when the white man and the railroad came through, we were no match for rifles and white man lies.

I know it sounds funny coming from a pale skin, but I am half Cheyenne. My mother married a wonderful white man and he was a great father.

It actually was at my grandparents tribe's urging that the first buffalo farms were started, we knew that the selling of their meat to the pale faces in decades to come would weirdly enough save the species.

-just wow

So little one why did you come to Kansas of all places, and why do you smell like a pack-a- vampires?

Leah chuckled at this, 'Well it's a long story…'

She told Paula everything and was offered a place to stay. Paula was a hard working woman and worked three jobs in addition to running her farm.

She desperately needed a farmhand, but didn't have the money to pay one. Leah instantly offered to work for room and board, if Paula could provide her with clothes, as Leah's needs were not great.

Paula was over the moon to have company, especially since her imprint had died of cancer the previous year. Losing her girl to sickness that she had no power to fix tore her up inside, and Paula had worked herself into the ground shutting everyone out after the funeral.

The pair were good for each other, talking late into the night and working long tiring hot days they fell into a rhythm and became fast friends.

Leah found a calmness in this life, one she never thought she could ever have. This simple, extraordinary life felt like heaven. She was accepted as she was and had a friend who helped heal all the broken parts of herself, and in return healed her friends deep pit of despair from losing her wife.

The wolf and bobcat ran often around the farm and the bobcat taught Leah how to be at peace with her wolf. She taught her about real imprinting and answered any and every question Leah had. Paula was a loner by nature, but loved her cub as she had begun calling Leah. Becoming Leah's Alpha happened so naturally that neither of them questioned it. They never demanded obedience, they just existed, and Paula was a Alpha to be admired and respected. They visited neighboring shifter tribes and participated in several Pow Wows. They not only learned of their neighbor brothers shifting histories but also of their Native American tribe histories. Many war stories with the pale faces were told, they beat the tribal drums, danced around bonfires, and sang the songs of their people honoring their ancestors.

So much in Forks centered around being a wolf, that often their human tribal histories and traditions took a backseat. Leah relished in these meetings, feeling a deep connection to Mother Earth.

Leah had called her mother often, letting her know she was alive and doing well. Never asking about the pack, her mother never pushing. She never asked about what happened after she left, the past could stay in the past.

Time went on as it does and eventually Sue, her mother was on her deathbed and she told Paula she needed to go pay her respects. She didn't know if she would stay or be back, but Paula wished her friend well and gave her the old beat up red and white colored Dualley '95 Ford F-150 farm truck along with some clothes and some food for the drive, enough gas money to get her there and back, canned jelly, canned veggies, and 10 apple pies for her old pack mates. Paula loved to feed people.

Leah turned north with some trepidation, but needed to be there for her mother. One last look to the farmhouse that had become her home the wolf drove back towards her mother and back to reality.