Okay so I haven't really written anything in a while, except for the pitiful start I made at a Star Wars fic. Which I've totally failed at writing any more of so no updates coming at all any time soon. Sorry.

But I was re-reading the Twilight serious (I go through fazes of which series I'm into) and well Jacob just pisses me off so I've decided to re-write some of Eclipse. I've got a few ideas so we'll see how we go.

Anyway, everything in bold is an excerpt from Eclipse, in this case from partway through Chapter 22. Fire and Ice… which means that it belongs to the lovely Stephenie Meyer, as do all the characters and pretty much anything you recognise. I'm just messing with her stuff.

So, enjoy and I'll see you at the end.

"You know exactly how much I hate to accept this," Jacob whispered slowly, "but I can see

that you do love her . . . in your way. I can't argue with that anymore.

"Given that, I don't think you should give up on the first alternative, not yet. I think there's a very good chance that she would be okay. After time. You know, if she hadn't jumped off a cliff in March. . . and if you'd waited another six months to check on her. . . . Well, you might have found her reasonably happy. I had a game plan."

Edward chuckled. "Maybe it would have worked. It was a well thought-out plan."

"Yeah." Jake sighed. "But . . . ," suddenly he was whispering so fast the words got tangled, "give me a year, bl - Edward. I really think I could make her happy. She's stubborn, no one knows that better than I do, but she's capable of healing. She would have healed before. And she could be human, with Charlie and Renée, and she could grow up, and have kids and . . . be Bella.

"You love her enough that you have to see the advantages of that plan. She thinks you're very unselfish . . . are you really? Can you consider the idea that I might be better for her than you are?"

"I have considered it," Edward answered quietly. "In some ways, you would be better suited for her than another human. Bella takes some looking after, and you're strong enough that you could protect her from herself, and from everything that conspires against her. You have done that already, and I'll owe you for that for as long as I live - forever - whichever comes first. . . .

I even asked Alice if she could see that - see if Bella would be better off with you. She couldn't, of course. She can't see you, and then Bella's sure of her course, for now.

"But I'm not stupid enough to make the same mistake I made before, Jacob. I won't try to force her into that first option again. As long as she wants me, I'm here."

"And if she were to decide that she wanted me?" Jacob challenged. "Okay, it's a long shot,

I'll give you that."

"I would let her go."

"Just like that?"

"In the sense that I'd never show her how hard it was for me, yes. But I would keep watch. You see, Jacob, you might leave her someday. Like Sam and Emily, you wouldn't have a choice. I would always be waiting in the wings, hoping for that to happen.

But what you said before about me loving her… in my own way, you're incapable of understanding the depth."

Jacob snorted, "Your feelings can't possibly be any stronger than mine."

"I can tell you for sure that they are," I could imagine him tapping his temple to prove the point, "you assume that because you're supernatural and so am I that our love is equally as deep when in reality that's not the case. Your species simply cannot love as deeply and wholly as mine."

"Now I know you're not telling me the truth, what about imprinting? There's no way you could feel more strongly for Bella than Sam does for Emily or Jared for Kim or even how Quil feels for Claire" Jacob snapped.

"You're wrong again, all of you are closer to being human than we are so in that way you are limited by the depth of human emotions. While the feelings of a wolf for an imprint and an imprint for a wolf come close to how a vampire feels for their mate, it's just not the same."

"Sure, sure" Jacob mocked, "there's no way the connection of an imprinting is the same as human feelings."

"Then by your logic Sam, Jared and Quil feelings are stronger than Emily, Kim or Claire would be able to return."

Jacob didn't answer.

"Besides my experience in comparison to Sam's speaks for itself."

"How do you figure, bloodsucker?"

"I was alive a hundred years before I found Bella and during that time I've never felt anything for any woman I met, human or vampire. Not a spark of interest or attraction. Sam, however, was able to love Leah and he would have been perfectly happy with her, even as a wolf, if he hadn't met her cousin. For my kind there is only one mate and we can only be happy when we are with them. It's not like we can have children, so for most vampires their mate is all they have."

"Most leeches?"

"Before I met Bella I was content enough. I had my family but if I were to lose her… they wouldn't be enough to hold me to life."

Jacob snorted quietly. "Well, you've been much more honest than I had any right to expect . . . Edward. Thanks for letting me in your head."

"As I said, I'm feeling oddly grateful for your presence in her life tonight. It was the least I could do. . . . You know, Jacob, if it weren't for the fact that we're natural enemies and that you're also trying to steal away the reason for my existence, I might actually like you."

"Maybe . . . if you weren't a disgusting vampire who was planning to suck out the life of the girl I love . . . well, no, not even then."

Edward chuckled.

"Can I ask you something?" Edward said after a moment.

"Why would you have to ask?"

"I can only hear if you think of it. It's just a story that Bella seemed reluctant to tell me about the other day. Something about a third wife . . . ?"

"What about it?"

Edward didn't answer, listening to the story in Jacob's head. I heard his low hiss in the darkness.

"What?" Jacob demanded again.

"Of course," Edward seethed. "Of course! I rather wish your elders had kept that story to themselves, Jacob."

"You don't like the leeches being painted as the bad guys?" Jacob mocked. "You know,

They are. Then and now."

"I really couldn't care less about that part. Can't you guess which character Bella would identify with?"

It took Jacob a minute. "Oh. Ugh. The third wife. Okay, I see your point."

"She wants to be there in the clearing. To do what little she can, as she puts it." He sighed. "That was the secondary reason for my staying with her tomorrow. She's quite inventive when she wants something."

"You know, your military brother gave her the idea just as much as the story did."

"Neither side meant any harm," Edward whispered, peace-making now.

It was quiet for a moment and then Edward spoke again, "Taha Aki's reaction proves my point again, after his imprint died he was obviously distraught, but nowhere near what my reaction was to Bella's 'death'. He was able to go on. Whereas only under special circumstances can my kind live after such a loss."

"What about the redhead? She seems to be getting on well enough," Jacob protested.

"Like I said, special circumstances, she still sees a purpose in living: revenge. If I had had any inclination that someone was responsible for Bella's death my revenge would have been swift and brutal," Edward snarled "but my feelings aren't really all that equitable to Victoria's either.

"Why not?" Jacob taunted.

"Because of our lifestyle my family is capable of feeling stronger bonds than Victoria or any other human drinker could imagine its why they're so often surprised when they come across our family they don't understand how we can live the way we do or how we can all live together without tearing each other apart.

"When does this little truce end?" Jacob asked. "First light? Or do we wait until after the fight?"

There was a pause as they both considered.

"First light," they whispered together, and then laughed quietly.

"Sleep well, Jacob," Edward murmured. "Enjoy the moment."

It was quiet again, and the tent held still for a few minutes. The wind seemed to have decided that it wasn't going to flatten us after all, and was giving up the fight.

Edward groaned softly. "I didn't mean that quite so literally."

"Sorry," Jacob whispered. "You could leave, you know - give us a little privacy."

"Would you like me to help you sleep, Jacob?" Edward offered.

"You could try," Jacob said, unconcerned. "It would be interesting to see who walked away, wouldn't it?"

"Don't tempt me too far, wolf. My patience isn't that perfect."

Jacob whispered a laugh. "I'd rather not move just now, if you don't mind."

Edward started humming to himself, louder than usual - trying to drown out Jacob's thoughts, I assumed. But it was my lullaby he hummed, and, despite my growing discomfort with this whispered dream, I sank deeper into unconsciousness . . . into other dreams that made better sense. . . .

Okay, so this wasn't really the eff-you to Jacob I'm planning on, that'll be when I revise chapter 23. This was more just to set the next chapter up (which I'll be writing tomorrow… probably)

So what did you think? Let me know in a review below!