Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or its characters, it all belongs to Stephenie Meyer, I'm just borrowing them.

Paul POV

I paced up and down the narrow corridor manically. I had no idea what was going on or what I was going to do. I had suddenly acquired completely unexplainable irrational feelings for a girl I barely knew who happened to have a leach boyfriend and was completely and utterly insane.

Groaning loudly I clutched at my stomach as the stabbing pains increased.

I needed to know how she was, I needed to know why and what was happening to her, who had hurt her. I had no choice in the matter; I had to find out whether I liked it all not.

Grabbing at my head with my shaking hands, images flashed through my mind, of her screaming and thrashing in my arms as I ran up to Sam's door, his confused face as I told him that I couldn't stay, the last fleeting glance at her terrified expression, her eyes scrunched shut, tears streaming mercilessly down her pale cheeks and the feeling of immense guilt that washed through me as I walked away from her suffering figure and headed out into the unknown darkness of the woods. I was scared. I was scared for this girl, this tiny significant girl.

The heart piercing scream as I handed her over to Sam, Emily's shocked, bewildered expression, my pathetic excuse of an explanation, I remembered how the words had tripped and stumbled out of my clumsy mouth as I struggled to repeat the events. The relief and dismay that swam through me, as she had gained semi-consciousness in my arms, relief at the fact she appeared unharmed by the tree mishap and painful dismay at the fact she seemed to be dragged back into the terrifying coma.

The empty numb feeling that crept through me as entered my empty apartment, books, clothes and various other objects strewn around the room in a messy ensemble, summing up my life in an instant perfect definition. I was a wreck, no family, barely any excuse for friends and now to top it all off bizarre concern and worry for a young girl I had once disdained in repulsion. What the fuck was wrong with me? I hated people, their pitying looks, their hatred for me, they knew nothing about me, why should they make assumptions, stupid idiotic retarded assumptions, the tedious methodical stereotyping that had haunted and stalked my life.

I didn't need people, not anymore…but Bella did. I wondered what had happened to her. Had she lost her mind? Was she tortured…raped? What was the explanation behind her confusing twisting story? She was a wolf that was for certain, how though? She wasn't a direct descendant; in fact she was way off the chart. Charlie and what was her mum's name? Renna? Remy? Rene? Was that right? Well whatever they weren't related in way shape of form to the tribe. Maybe she could be part of another tribe, a tribe we're not aware of somehow?

Bella's uncovered, innocent body sprung back into my mind before I could stop it, she was beautiful, and how could I not have seen it before? I mean she was just the most-

…

Shit.

Oh my fuck.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I screamed into the empty room, grabbing the nearest object to me and throwing it at an innocent wall. It crashed into loudly, the sound bouncing, echoing off the surrounding walls.

I had imprinted.

I had imprinted on Bella, fucking, Swan.

No wait backtrack…I hadn't looked into her eyes though had I? That was how it worked; you looked into their eyes, and bam you're under! But Bella hadn't opened her eyes. They'd stayed shut, squeezed, tightly shut, the entire time.

So I can't have imprinted on her could I?

I spun round frantically racing down the stairs, missing the bottom two steps, tripping over a discarded pile of books. Shoving the apartment door open, I flew out into the decrepit silent night streets; I raced along a dark alleyway, quickly glancing at my wristwatch, oh Jesus, 2:30 in the morning? Damn it I had school tomorrow, I shrugged internally, not like I hadn't bunked before, besides no one would miss me, I was failing in nearly all subjects anyway. What was the use?

I quickly reached the woods, I contemplated phasing quickly but something stopped me. What if one of the others was phased? A tingling chill of nervousness hit me. What if Jacob to be precise had phased?

Right so no phasing until you confront Sam, that's the best option. I stumbled and tripped through the undergrowth, crashing and tumbling over bushes, around trees, until at last his house was in view. I paused for a moment. I could hear Sam murmuring something to someone in one of the spare bedrooms, but I couldn't hear anything from Bella. That was a good thing right?

Running up to the front door I knocked twice, then entered. I could hear a fumbling, racing heartbeat coming from the spare bedroom. A soft sigh escaped me. Bella.

I clambered up the stairs, swiftly striding along the thin hallway. I hesitated for a moment before crashing into the room, and in true 'Paul style' I barrelled straight into Jacob pushing him off balance causing him to fall onto a bed.

"Whoops!" I chuckled at Jacob's murderous glare. I held a hand out politely but he bluntly refused it. I shrugged and turned to survey the room instead.

All the guys were there sitting on one side of what looked like a hospital be in some disgusting plastic chairs, Sam stood on the other side of the bed, one arm wrapped around Emily. Beside them sat good old Billy in his wheelchair, his hands nervously untwining and entwining his crinkled fingers together. In the bed lay Bella, my precious Be- oh for god's sake man, get a grip!

She was clothed now (unfortunately) it looked like she was in one of Sam's old shirts. She appeared to be sleeping peacefully although a troubled frown graced her features.

"Paul, what are you doing here?" Jacob spat in my face. I wiped the spittle away from my face in a swift dramatic movement.

Jacob growled furiously ramming my body against the door frame. "What the hell is your problem!" he shouted.

"I need to talk to you." I said to Sam ignoring the idiot, Jacob muttered something unintelligible as he pressed my back against the sharp wooden corner.

Sam nodded silently to me and moved away from Emily walking past me. I shoved Jacob off of my chest, sending him reeling backwards and landing on the floor with a satisfying thump. I turned and legged it out of the house before the fight escalated and the talk with Sam would be forgotten.

We walked together, side by side, keeping an even steady pace. We didn't speak, not once. It was good in a way, it left me time to think, to get everything, all the questions I needed answering, into some resemblance of an order inside my shambles of a mind.

We reached the cliff top, the one we always used for diving off. The night air was still. I watched Sam as he slowly sat down on the edge his legs dangling over the quiet black water.

"What's going on Paul?" He asked softly staring out into the horizon.

I walked quickly to his side and threw myself onto the earth. I remained silent as I looked down at the inky sea swirling round and round.

"I think I've imprinted on Bella." I blurted out. Sam's head snapped up quickly his eyes studying my face. I probably looked a state, but I didn't care. I had no-one to impress.

His eyebrows knitted together in confusion, "But you haven't-"

"Yeah I know but," I sighed shaking my head; I turned to look into his eyes and shrugged casually, "I have these…these feelings for her." His face was a picture of bewilderment; I looked back down at the threatening sea.

Sam turned his head and once again returned to staring out at the barely distinguishable distance. There was nothing to be heard for a few moments, just the gentle splashing of the dark black waves lulling on the shore.

"Like what?" He questioned suddenly his gaze returning back to my face.

I sighed again running a hand through my filthy cropped hair, "Like, I don't know…" I swallowed unexplainably nervous, "Sam, I hated her, like, I loathed her very existence and now, now I feel this obsession about protecting her and worrying if she's okay, and if I'm honest it's beginning to freak me out. I mean we haven't even met yet, it's been what 2 hours since I laid eyes on her and I've already seen her…you know…"

Sam's eyebrows rose in silent questioning. I felt an annoying blush set alight to my cheeks, ducking my head I mumbled. "…Naked."

An eruption of deep throaty laughter startled me out of painful embarrassment. I turned to see Sam practically rolling on the ground beside me clutching his sides. I scowled at him standing up hurriedly to kick his ribs.

His laughter bubbled down to a low chuckle as I resumed my position.

"Oooh, you've got it bad!" He managed to get out. I shoved his shoulder ignoring the new peal of laughter that burst from his lips. Finally he calmed down and we sat silent once again.

There was one question left though, the most important to me so far. It was burning my throat but I was still hesitant to ask it. Sam and I weren't usually so good at getting along with each other, usually because he was the guy that was telling me to control myself and get grip on a daily basis, so yeah our relationship wasn't really one built of trust, loyalty and what other soppy things make up a 'manly' relationship.

I weaved my fingers together interlocking them, "Sam? Is she definitely a wolf?"

"Mhhm." He mumbled quietly.

I started rambling, trying to get all of the questions buzzing round my head out at once, "But how is that possible I mean, she's a girl, she can't be a wolf, she isn't blood related at all-"

"She's Jacob's sister." Sam burst out suddenly.

"What?" I exclaimed jumping to my feet.

"She's Billy's daughter Paul."

"But he-I mean she-and he-…man that is fucked up!...Wait but that means that…" I stumbled over the words as I realised exactly what that meant.

"Charlie isn't her dad."

Oh my fucking god. I swear my heart soared with anticipation. That meant Jacob wasn't her imprint. I felt the happiness bubble through me, only slightly covering up the growing anxiety I had now I knew what was wrong with Bella.

"Sam?"

"Yes Paul?"

"What's the matter with Bella?" I asked trying to sound indifferent but even I could hear the weak pathetic tones of irrational worry leaking into the question. I watched as Sam burrowed his head into his hands covering up his face momentarily, "Is she going to be okay?" I whispered.

Sam sighed tiredly before glancing up at me, "I don't know Paul, I honestly don't know. Best thing we can do is wait until she wakes up and take it from there, the Sue said it would be maybe 3 4 days."

My heart shuddered in its methodical beat, "That long?" I slowly sat back down beside him shoving my oversized hands into my short pockets.

"Paul, from what we can tell, it doesn't look good. She is in a bad, condition-mentally, physically she's fine, beyond perfect, her first phase went completely unflawed." He hesitated for a moment warily eyeing my slightly quivering figure, "But whatever the Cullen's did to her, it not going to take seconds to fix, she is going to need time. God knows what she will be like when she finally wakes up, but I can guarantee it's not going to be pretty."

The shaking increased and I bit my lip sharply in an attempt to control myself, squeezing my eyes shut in desperation. I pushed out another question in hope of a distraction, "How did it happen with Billy then? What happened?"

Sam groaned, ah it was probably a long story then. I quickly slipped my hands out and laid them behind me, leaning back getting into a comfortable position.

"Charlie and Rene's relationship hadn't really been clear sailing even at the beginning. Then with Charlie being so close to Billy, well Rene got close as well." I raised my eyebrows at this, from what I knew about Bella's mom she hadn't seemed like the type who would do that, "Charlie knows, he figured it out not long after Rene stormed out of Forks, Billy gave up Bella to make up for it. It was his payment; he let Charlie play the father role while he watched his child grow up from the side lines. Then of course Jacob came along and things have been better since, Charlie and Billy are closer now,"

I shook my head in disbelief how on earth can a family get that fucked up? I winced inwardly at that, brilliant this dumb imprint had me accidentally making snide comments about myself now, what a barrel of laughs this whole escapade has turned out to be. Sam's gaze wandered back out to the open sea and mumbled, "But Billy's worrying about how he will take all of this though."

I sighed at the annoying complications, "When did you find this entire thing out?"

"Not long before you just showed up, Billy just came out straight out with it nearly the second he saw Bella."

"Jesus Christ." I swore under my breath.

We sat side by side resuming the faintly comforting silence, Bella's face still spun dizzily round my mind. I watched the wave's crash gentle on the shore as the sun slowly rose over the horizon. Sam slowly got up and headed back to the house, I took one last glance at the peaceful enclosure that surrounded me before following suite.

Ugh, this story is just becoming a chore now -.- right well i must apologise one for yet another late update, second for the fact that this is the most boring chapter yet and third for the fact i rather tempted just to drop it and move onto something else.

here are my reasons and excuses

It's late because it took so long to write, there was nothing really gripping at all in any part of the chapter so i had no motivation to write.

It's boring because i have to fill everyone in on everything in order to let the folowing chapters make some form of sense.

I'm thinking of dropping it because it is far from my best piece of writing and i'm losing interest fast. I might just meander off track for a while, try doing so one-shots. I will come back to it i guess but at the moment it's not really working for me. I will let you all know if i do decide to stop anyway.

So there you have it. please review! i need ideas and quickly!

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