You Don't Know Me (Leah OC Story) is a companion piece to If You're Not One: Embry and Sam's father Joshua Uley returned to La Push an extremely wealthy man when Embry was 11 and Sam was 15, however the two grew up always knowing they were brothers and seemingly got along, so when Embry phased, it didn't shock the Elders or the other pack members.

Warning: This story is rated M for a reason. There are discussions of drug abuse and other mature matters.

Pictures of characters and places are up on my profile, Under If You're Not The One and You Don't Know Me

Current Ages:

Sam, Leah, Emily and Rachel are 23.

Bella is 21.

Embry, Jacob, Quil, Jared, Kim and Paul are 19.

Seth and Claire are 17.

Brady and Collin are 15.

Current AU Imprint:

Collin - Bree Biers: Formerly Known as Bree Tanner adopted by Riley Bier's parents.

(Newborn army was never created; thus keeping Riley and Bree human)

Beta'd by the awesome and talented Sparkling-Iris and oh-so-very amazing Aretee!

Chapter 1: Big News

Leah POV

We were having our weekly meeting as usual at Embry and Sam's dad's house. His father designed the perfect entertainment room. Price was no object when it came to Joshua Uley's sons. He had the place furnished with two pool tables, a wet bar, flat screen TV's, surround sound, and three of the most comfortable chocolate suede sofa sectionals I had ever sat on. I personally had the pleasure of crashing on them several times in my lifetime.

After Jake graduated, Sam rightfully gave up Alpha. Which had me happy as hell. I mean who wants to take orders from their ex? I sure as hell didn't. Jake was a much better Alpha anyway. For a while, Sam took on the role of beta, but once his construction business got too big, he passed it on to Embry. No one really bitched about it. Paul, Jared, and Quil knew that being beta meant less time with their imprints. It was a no-brainer.

When I arrived and noticed surprisingly that only Jake and Embry were there, I should've known something was up. Jake was all about us 'maintaining our strict schedules'. If we were up to fifteen minutes late and if there weren't any reasonable explanations behind our tardiness, we automatically would have more time tacked on to our patrolling schedule.

"Hey, Leah, what's up?" Jake asked, handing me a beer. He was being way too nice, and I noticed Embry looking a bit nervous as he circled the pool table.

"I don't know," I took a swig, "you tell me." I looked around suspiciously. "I thought the pack meeting started at 7."

"Actually, it starts at 7:30. We asked you to come early," Embry spoke up, finally making his way over to Jake and me. "There's something we have to tell you - before the rest of the pack gets here. We felt you should hear it first, considering the circumstances."

"Circumstances?" I repeated. Jake gave me a quick nod, as Embry leaned his pool stick against a nearby wall.

Embry's eyes shifted from mine, then back at Jake before returning. I didn't like the way they were both looking at me. It was that look of uncertainty and apprehension. They always gave me this stare when they had something fucked up to tell me and they were concerned about how I would react. No, scratch that. Not concerned, but scared shitless as to who would feel my rage.

"What the hell's going on?" I demanded, glaring at them.

"It's about Sam and Emily," Embry spoke up finally, turning his lips down.

Ah, Sam and Emily, my ex fiancé and cousin. Emily and Sam became the camouflage to my true heartache: my true pain. I just couldn't let my pack know the true reason behind why I was so angry. They already felt enough pity for me when it came to Sam and Emily. Only the Great Spirits would know how they'd treat me if they knew I was twice heartbroken. More so broken the second time around, because that love was real. It could've lasted forever, had it not been for the supernatural cluster fuck, I called life.

Richard was my true love and heartache. I lost him the day I phased. It was that stupid phone call from Emily asking me to be her maid of honor that got me so pissed, it triggered my first phase, and the death of my own father, who saw me change before his very eyes. It was too much for him to witness; his weakened heart just couldn't take it. So on top of losing the possibility of the greatest love of my life, I had to live with the fact that I killed my father, too.

Richard. A flash of his forest green eyes invaded my mind. They were so animated and striking. I could never forget Rich's eyes. Damn it, Leah! I hated myself when thoughts of him attacked me. I was so careful to keep that mental vault locked and hidden in the deep dark corner of my mind, away from even the prying minds of my pack brothers. The heartache was too deep. Deeper than the heartache I felt when I lost Sam. I shook my head and mentally slammed the vault shut again.

"Lee, you alright?" I felt Embry's hand rest on my shoulder. I totally forgot where I was and whom the hell I was with. I felt that familiar pang in my heart, and absentmindedly began rubbing my chest. Yeah, that's how intense his memory was. It brought me physical pain, yet I never understood why.

"I'm fine." I shook Embry's hand off of me. "So what's the deal?"

"Sam is leaving the pack," Jake revealed. I laughed; actually laughed. Embry and Jake shifted a bit and stared at one another. Their expressions were priceless. Utter confusion was edged across their faces. I guess they weren't expecting this type of reaction.

"Okay," I continued smirking. That's the best news I've heard in over three years!

I felt free. Liberated! I would never have to witness another lust-filled lovey-dovey thought of Emily again. I stopped loving Sam a long time ago, but that didn't mean I wanted to be privy to his dirty thoughts of my cousin who was once like a sister to me.

"Because Emily's pregnant," Embry grimaced as if he was waiting for me to punch him in the face.

I immediately stopped laughing. Those three words echoed in my head over and over again. I stood there, unable to speak. The ache in my chest returned with a vengeance.

Children. The elders weren't sure if I was capable of having them. They thought perhaps the reason I phased wasn't just because of my bloodline, but because something was wrong with me reproductive-wise. And now here I was being told that my cousin was a better fit for Sam, so fitting that she became his imprint, later on; his wife, and now the mother of his first child.

Ain't life fucking grand?

"Leah, we just felt it was best to let you know. I didn't feel right about springing some shit like this on you around the rest of the pack," Embry replied slowly. He was my closest friend out of everyone. We became tight throughout the years before phasing. He was Sam's younger brother and was a third wheel on our many dates. But a third wheel I welcomed with open arms, and even sided with me when Sam dumped me for Emily.

"It is what it is," I huffed loudly, taking a seat. I looked up to see Jake and Embry eyeing me carefully. Did they think I was gonna flip out? Break some shit? Even worse, cry? A part of me wanted to, but what good would that shit do? In the end Emily would still be pregnant and I'd still not be. "It's okay, guys." I assured them. "Women have babies every day," I mumbled, taking another swig.

I said nothing else.

The rest of the pack started to arrive, and soon went on a whole spiel about Lauren's slutty tendencies and how she was after Embry now…which I guess made sense, considering the fact that he was the richest single guy in our crew. Throw in good looks and you've got your ideal dream guy.

Brady felt a little offended and went on a rant about the fact that he was still single and so was my little brother. My little brother wouldn't fuck Lauren if she paid him to, however Brady was down to do whatever, whenever. I think I threw up a little in mouth at the very thought. I had enough. It was time to make an exit, and what better way than to throw out some great insults and make everyone totally uncomfortable?

Brady was just a pup, his balls hadn't even dropped yet. I cleared my throat and finally added my two cents. "Yeah, but you aren't legal," I cackled callously. "Lauren may be a slut, but she's no pedophile. Not to mention, Collin should consider himself single as well, given the fact that his imprint considers him jailbait."

Collin imprinted on nineteen-year-old Bree Biers, formerly known as Bree Tanner. I took me awhile to warm up to her, but after I heard about what she went through, my heart softened a little for her.

Bree had lived in Idaho for most of her life and thought her mom had left her abusive father when she was four. He then packed Bree up and moved them to Idaho. Because of the abuse, Bree felt like a total freak around kids her age. She was a quiet, withdrawn girl. No one ever noticed the signs of her abusive home life, despite some physical evidence. Finally, Bree couldn't stand his abuse and ran away from home a few weeks before her sixteenth birthday. She had enough money for a bus ride to Seattle, but nothing more than that. She tried unsuccessfully to get a job, and began stealing in order to eat. She slept in parks and alleys - any place where she felt a little bit safe. But her biggest fear was that the police would catch her and send her home to her father. Bree was a survivor, that's what reeled me in.

She'd been on the run for less than three weeks when Riley Biers, a Forks local, found her behind a restaurant looking through trash for food. His heart instantly broke for her. He offered her some food and then drove her back to Forks to his parent's house. It was Chief Swan who discovered - through some investigative work - that Bree's mother had been murdered and buried in their backyard by her own dad before they had moved to Idaho. After the cops found the bones, they assumed Bree's dad killed her, as well. He was serving time for both their murders. Once Bree had been reinstated as alive, Riley's parents legally adopted her. Collin imprinted on Bree about a year ago when she started working for Rachel on the rez.

Unfortunately, at the time Collin was only fourteen and Bree was eighteen. Poor kid couldn't even get busy with his imprint. He's turning sixteen in six months, and luckily that was the age of consent here in Washington. The kid was literally counting down the days.

"Fuck you, Leah!" Collin snarled. Oh, did I strike a nerve with little Collin? I think I did. Let's push this further.

"No thanks, sweetie. I'm no pedophile, either, not to mention - I've seen you naked." I looked him up and down disapprovingly. "And unfortunately, Collin, I gotta tell ya, man…I'm not impressed." I sniggered.

"Gross, Leah," Seth groaned. "You just had to go there." I shrugged indifferently, finished my beer, and then stood up.

"I'm heading home," I announced astringently sweet, grabbing my keys. As if they'd really wanna spend more time with me after that. "Hey, Call?" I got Embry's attention. "Tell 'Daddy Rich Bucks' I said thanks for the free beer. Later."

"Wait, Lee, we still have pack business to attend to," Jake spoke up. If he thought I was gonna sit here and listen to a repeat of my defects as a woman, he was totally mistaken.

"Is that an order, oh almighty alpha?" I sneered angrily.

"Leah-" Jake began.

"I can't, Jake," I snapped my eyes shut for a moment trying to get my emotions in check. "I've been better these past few years; I've done what you guys have asked of me. I've been less hostile towards them. Shit, I even went to their fucking wedding, but I can't stay." I shook my head. "Not for this." For just one second, I gave Embry a pleading look. Instantly, he understood.

"Give her a break, Jake," Embry finally cut in. He always had my back.

"Go ahead, Leah," Jake sighed. He didn't have to tell me twice. I was out of there.

~XOXOXOXOXOX~

Although Seth and I lived in the same house, we had plenty of privacy. The first floor was his. The second floor was mine. It had been renovated into a studio-like loft, equipped with its own kitchen and bathroom.

I took a long deep breath as I set my keys on the table, plopped down on my bed, and closed my eyes. It was easy to keep memories of him away while awake, but sleep was another story. Even though it was seven years ago, it always felt like yesterday in my dreams…

I was sixteen and working at J & P's, a grocery, hardware, and clothing store all in one. Mom and dad wanted to teach me a little something about gaining my independence. I wasn't quite sure how ringing up annoying customers and answering stupid questions would help 'mold me,' but I did it anyway. After about three weeks of working there, I made friends with Morgan Stanley. She had an annoying little sister named Jessica who drove her insane, so working at J & P's was a way to escape. She was a spunky, Goth chick, who constantly wore dark eye shadow and spikes on her clothes, but I liked her nonetheless. Especially since I didn't dress traditionally girly myself.

"He's here again today," Morgan whispered loudly as I worked the register and she quickly bagged Mrs. Newton's groceries.

The he in question was a handsome older guy with the most amazing green eyes. So I heard.

I'd never seen them up close. The mystery guy always kept his distance from me. But even from far away, I could understand why all the girls were crazy over him. Still, with all of those great looks, I had Sam, and no one could compete with the guy who had my heart.

"Alright, Mrs. Newton, that'll be $82.48." I handed over her change and waved goodbye. She was a nice lady. Too bad her son Mike was a perv in training, I mean, the kid hadn't even hit puberty yet and I always caught him staring at my chest. I was so glad she didn't bring him along today.

Working a nine hour shift would exhaust anyone and I closed my eyes just for a moment to rest them only to be greeted by the most intense green eyes I ever had seen when I opened them again.

Muted, gentle, medium green, containing a few flecks of brown in the irises - but not enough to look hazel - stared back at me. I couldn't help but notice how they absorbed light rather than reflect it, causing them to shimmer slightly. I felt my heart speed up slightly as his lips curled up; forming into the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. He reminded me of a younger, hotter version of James Dean, but much better dressed.

I felt star struck in his presence and he wasn't even famous! Unable to speak, an overwhelming feeling took over me as I continued staring at the gorgeous guy standing before me.

"Hello, Leah." His hypnotizing voice had a hint of mischief in it. Get it together, Leah! You have a boyfriend! Remember? Sam…Sam…Sam…what the hell was his last name again? Wait! How'd he know my name?

"I just realized I'm due for a break," Morgan cut in. I whipped my head in her direction as she sped off without another word. What the hell? I'm so gonna kill her later.

"How did you know my name?" I finally found my voice again.

"Name tag." He lifted his chin towards the piece of plastic on my shirt. Well, duh Leah, he's already hot, being psychic would have been too much. "But I must admit I'm a little surprised. I expected it to be something a little more exotic, like Siran or Zeina, both meaning beautiful, of course."

He thought I was beautiful? Was I hearing this guy right?

"I'm Rich by the way," he grinned.

"Yeah, you definitely are," I muttered scornfully. I looked through enough GQ magazines to see that.

"No," he laughed, shaking his head. "My name is Rich…Faust, actually."

Faust? That name rang a bell. "As in Judge Faust?" I watched Rich blink a few times with surprise.

"Yeah, they're relatives of mine," he explained. "Listen, Leah, I've been here all week trying to think of how to approach you, and what to say."

"The Siran 'line' worked real well," I chided playfully.

"I meant it," he replied confidently. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"Rich," I cut him off, "I'm flattered and all, but I have a boyfriend." A boyfriend whose last name I totally forgot few a minutes ago, but remembered now.

"Of course you do," he chuckled, seeming unfazed. "But what's wrong with having a friend?"

A loud banging jolted me awake. "Leah, open up!" I heard my brother yelling from outside my door.

"I'm coming," I groaned, still feeling shaken by the dream I just had. Again.

"Hurry up, Lee, it's really important!" he continued yelling, and I quickly made my way to my door. I swung it open, shocked to see Seth still wearing what he had on last night at the pack meeting. "It happened, Leah!" He rushed passed me before turning around. "I imprinted!" he exclaimed happily.

Fuck my life.

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