A/N: My first venture into Twilight Fanfics. Non-canon, but I hope it appeals. Forever without him's Dawn was already broken got me into the Embry-Leah bandwagon, so here goes. Do R/R :)

I.

Sam, will you please stop thinking about Emily for one freaking minute?

Embry dude...that is so not gonna happen, Paul thought.

Since when have you ever been considerate, Paul? Jared had his own say too.

Right. I knew it. Of course I knew it! Sam imprinted on Emily. So basically, that translated to the nuthead thinking about Emily twenty-four seven, and for me that just sucked. Our alpha was so whipped. And because he was the alpha, almighty leader of the pack etcetera etcetera, we were also so whipped. Unbelievable!

Emily, Sam drooled. So beautiful, so heavenly, so perfect...

See what I mean? All he cared about was Emily. The moment he woke up, Sam checked on Emily. All throughout the day, everything he did was for her. Even during patrol duties all he remembered was how good it felt with Emily in his arms...urgh. There was just too much of Emily around!

Stop whining. That is how it should be.

Should not, Sam.

Should too! Paul laughed. He was nearing home and would be phasing back soon. Good, one less mind from my own. Life was so much better without Paul Meraz in my head.

Love you too dude, he snorted. I'm out.

After Paul faded, Sam thought of Emily again while Jared connected Emily's face to muffins. I finished the job for both and thought of Emily and muffins. My stomach churned. Sam gave an appreciative yelp and turned back to their house. Afternoon snack! Jared closed in too, and then suddenly all I saw was a swirl of belgian chocolates.

Sam disapproved. Jared, quit being glutton.

Have I told you how much it sucks when you use the alpha command Sam?

Is this like a democratic vote? I asked.

Cast your vote before Sam tells you not to!

Enough, boys.

Sucker.

You can go to your own house and find yourself some other muffins eat then.

Okay, sorry!

Now that Jared couldn't think of any more belgian muffins, our heads were filled with Emily again. Jared grunted disapprovingly, but kept his mouth shut. We all knew that the tiny portion of Sam's heart that was supposed to be considerate vanished whenever he thought of Emily, after which he would dive into a total 'I live for Emily' trance.

Like he was doing now.

I groaned, and phased back, leaving Jared nauseating on his own. I would just have to make my way to Sam's on foot.

Screw imprinting. Werewolf obsessiveness was bad enough, but imprinting! A god forsaken werewolf disease, involving one devoted, mellow, lovesick half dog and a complete nobody who suddenly becomes the one after that one look. Thankfully, it wasn't contagious. Only Sam imprinted, and I hoped only Sam will.

Life pack decreed a shared mind, and with Sam constantly on Emily channel, I was more or less used to extreme imprinting love. I would not have minded Sam's OCD, but seeing Emily Young naked under Sam - and since everything I witnessed was from his perspective - under me...urgh. And he expected me to be capable of facing Emily and acting normal? As if he was helping; Sam wasn't trained to filter his mind and save us from regurgitating our lunches.

But then imprinting is incurable either. I guessed I'd have to live with it.

Still, that does not mean I could not whine about it. Stupid, crazy, imprinting shit.

I pulled on my shorts and started jogging. Relishing in privacy and still knowing where to head to was not difficult now that I transform into a giant mutant dog. Imagine my nightmare after I first phased. One minute I was fighting with my mother's cat, then suddenly I feel this odd heat running violently through me and I explode. I literally explode. Then I realise I had fur, paws, Sam 'the gang leader' Uley in my mind, and was lusting after Emily Young.

There were benefits, I should not forget. One, we were hot, literally - though of course self-absorbed asses like Paul would like to think it metaphorically.

Two, werewolves were well-built, and that came naturally, without all the fuss of gym. Quil Ateara would be so pissed. He spent all his time building up his muscles without knowing his werewolf genes would do that for him anyway. I had a bet with Jared that there would be a massive tantrum once he found out. Quil disliked losing above anything, and if he had to take steroids to look better, I bet he would. Only he couldn't, because Old Quil, frail as that old man was, was always on his tail. So he just huffed and sulked around.

Three, werewolves got to kill sucky vampires. You heard that right, we kill vampires. Though nothing had us ripping their marble bodies yet, it must be fun. We were so much cooler.

Unfortunately, the only vampires we know we cannot attack. They had left, but the damage was done.

Thanks to the Cullen bloodsucking brood, Jake and Quil would soon be joining us too. Half of me was anxious. I could still remember Emily falling unconscious after Sam's anger flared - he attacked her. Imprint or not imprint, he attacked a girl. No one wanted to be that monster. Neither did I want Jake or Quil to bear the responsibilities and to feel this abnormality. My best friends should be normal.

Still, part of me wanted them to know; I wanted them to understand. I felt incomplete without them, especially since Jacob now spent half his time glaring at me.

I was near Sam's when I heard a rustle in the undergrowth. Of course, my insticts told me it was danger. I stopped to listen, and automatically fell into a defensive crouch. I sniffed the air to determine if it was a leech. Nope, no too-sweet, sickly smell that I once caught with Bella Swan. I relaxed at once, trying to catch the trespasser.

"Oh hell, ow."

I knew that voice.

"Seth?"

I peered through the bushes to catch Seth Clearwater yelping around, clutching his foot. "What are you doing here, kid?"

His heart hammered violently. "I uh...crap this hurts. I - I was just - passing by." Seth was a bad liar. A very bad liar.

I raised an eyebrow. "Really Seth, were you taking a detour into the woods?"

"Why are you interrogating me? You're in exactly the same place as I am!"

"Whatever Seth, go home."

"Don't tell me what to do! What are you doing here in the woods all alone, Embry? Why are you hanging out with Sam? Why is everyone so...secretive?" Seth had started pouting and clamping his arms on his chest. From the way he slurred everything, I knew he had been dying to ask.

"Stick your nose out of it, kid. You're better off not knowing." True, but looking at Seth now, he too was close to phasing. I sighed. I hate vampires.

"So there is something going on! Leah was right -"

Leah Clearwater. Of course she was the mastermind. It was totally Leah to go ask her all-too-willing brother to spy on her ex-boyfriend. Not that I blamed her; Even Sam wanted to kill himself for breaking her heart. An image of Leah's face when Sam broke up with her flashed through my mind. God, she looked so pained. No wonder Sam, despite his love for Emily, had maintained some deep attachment to her. Although his love for Leah did not compare to his fixation on Emily, he still cared for her a lot. He changed his patrol routes to include the Clearwater's residence every time.

Seth broke through my thoughts. "Are you on drugs?"

I laughed. It was always what everyone thought. I did not expect anyone to blurt out 'are you a werewolf?' under the normal assumption but they were never creative.

"Are you spying on us, Seth?" I couldn't help but ask, amused.

"I want to know why, Embry. I want to know why Sam Uley did this to Leah," Seth answered through gritted teeth. For a second he started shaking, and I thought he would phase, but he closed his eyes and clenched his fists. "Leah may act like she doesn't care, but I hear her sob, Embry. She cries every night for him. Leah never cries. Ignore me all you want, but Sam owes her this much." He lowered his voice and opened his eyes, and in them I could not deny the truth of his words. "Leah has every right to know."

Shamefully, I realised that Leah had nothing to do with this. Seth was the one who wanted to help his sister. Leah didn't want help - she was Leah Clearwater afterall. Why Sam couldn't just tell her was beyond me. He was all about rules. For God's sake, couldn't Leah just be an exception? I mean, Sam usually treated Leah specially. Jared and I had attempted to tell him to just get over it and tell her, after hearing her scream profanities at him. But Sam insisted.

"Seth, you will know. Someday..."

"Why won't anyone tell me what's going on? Why are you skipping school? Why is everyone following Sam? It's very weird!"

"Seth..."

"But -"

"Embry?" Jared's voice suddenly floated through the path. We stopped and looked around. He appeared a second later, jogging. "Sam told me to - Seth? What are you doing here?" He added, eyeing us carefully. I locked eyes with his and hoped he could understand what I was trying to say. I'll explain later.

He seemed to, for he nodded and said, "You might want to grab your share before Paul finishes your muffins."

"Thanks," I called to his retreating back, knowing his ears would catch it. I turned to a confused Seth and patted him on the shoulders. He winced. "You're hot."

"Thanks, I know." I guffawed at the wrong choice of words while Seth's face showed disgruntled disgust. "Urgh, I don't mean hot hot. I - urgh, nevermind."

"Bye Seth," I waved, watching him walk away.

True enough, when I reached Sam's house, there were only four muffins left, and Paul was gloating haughtily. I wanted to tell Sam about Seth, but it seemed inappropriate with Emily within ear shot. I guessed I just had to wait until after we phase. Stupid, why did I even spoke to Seth? Now I had to carry the burden of re-discussing the issue with Sam, and it wasn't exactly the best topic to start with him.

When Paul started snoring on the couch, Sam nudged him awake and sent him off to patrol. He grumbled, but dragged himself out obediently. Thankfully, Sam allowed me to watch TV while he took a nap on Emily's lap.

I didn't even realise I had been sleeping until I woke up to the sound of Paul's wonderful snorts. I groaned and looked around, disoriented. Sam was in the doorway, opening the door to Paul, whose head was twisted in a sort of odd way, and Jared who looked like a bummed idiot. Emily made room for them on the couch.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Jared - Jared...ha ha ha -" was Paul's answer.

Jared attempted to look at Sam meaningfully, which didn't turn out right. Jared looked like an idiot madly in love with Sam. Like Sam was everything he could see and hear. Oh my God. Please tell me I'm wrong!

Sam groaned and slumped back to Emily's side. "He imprinted," he replied casually.

"On who?"

"On you?" I croaked.

Paul rolled his eyes and kept laughing. In between breaths, he managed to explain how Jared went to school to collect something and accidentally looked at this girl, Kim. "Then everything vanished," Jared explained, eyes glazing. "I could only see her. Her glorious eyes, the way her hair flowed around her face, her stunned smile--"

"Geez, none of that!" Paul ranted. "I heard enough of Kim to last me a lifetime!" He looked at Sam and wailed. "I was patrolling alone when suddenly this idiot phased and everything was just her. It drove me nuts!"

"Shut up, Paul. Saammm, I almost broke my teacher's arm when he stepped between us!" Jared continued. Then his face turned tortured. "I need to see her."

"That is wonderful, Jared," Emily cooed, while Jared bobbed his head in agreement. "You have to meet her Emily. She's the most wonderful person in the world..."

"Biased," I mumbled.

Sam tutted, kissed Emily and towed Jared out to talk to him. Paul and I followed behind. When we phased, I finally met Kim, and while I was getting used to the affection, Sam wanted to privately discuss their fixations so both Paul and I tried to tune them out. It was difficult as Jared was practically screaming for his imprint. Even Paul was now lusting after her. His thoughts trailed on Jared's gaze on Kim's wonderful, perfect legs....

Jared caught on his thoughts and cursed violently.

Shift thoughts, shift thoughts! I thought of beaches, bikinis, and cliff diving. I was not detected.

Not my fault! Paul shrugged. You had me thinking about her legs, dude. And Embry thought about it too!

Was not!

I mean, who'd pass up free sexy legs?

Paul, you're such an incredible asshole.

Jared fumed. She's MINE.

Sam's command echoed through our thoughts. Paul, Embry, shut it. Kim is Jared's imprint. We respect that. He punished us with lengthy lectures only Jared enjoyed and bombarded us with more of his alpha wisdom. I nodded duely, but it prompted my thoughts to shift on the conversation I had with Seth earlier. Sam froze.

Sam...

I know, Embry. You can tell me later. For now -

Sam stopped with the sudden shift in the thoughts of the pack. Anger and confusion soared through each and everyone of our thoughts. There was a pull towards the new thought, a summon of some sort. Our alliances shifted sideways.

Holy shit, PAWS! Mother eff? I'm a monster!

Jacob Black had finally phased.

Welcome to the pack Jake. I sighed.

Jacob's head was far from recovering from shock. He was confused. Embry? Embry, is that you? Where the hell are you? What the fuck is going on?

Stay where you are, Jake. I'll be right there. I could feel Sam feeling unsure. Now that the true alpha had phased, he didn't know what to do. Was he automatically demoted? Embry, stay focused.

Sam? Embry? I'm a - I'm a -

Jacob, calm down. Listen to me.

Jake was at home, and I could see Billy looking worried. More worryingly, there was a compulsion from Jake of wanting to tear his father to pieces. As Sam replayed his usual 'Embrace your destiny. You're a werewolf ' introduction to Jacob, I focused more on making Jake feel less compelled on killing Billy. My persuasion was not at all effective. Jake's voice was overpowering - stronger than Sam's. I felt like I was waiting for Jacob to say something.

Wow. I feel something odd.

Like Jake pulling?

Is Jake the alpha now? Paul asked.

Jared, who didn't appreciate being disturbed from his OMG-Kiimmm! reverie, snapped. Do I know?

It turned out, Jake would not be the alpha. The guy refused, bless him. It was a surprise how Jacob took everything like a man. He fussed and cursed and thought about Bella, but in the end, he managed to phase in record time and to take it like a man.

We stayed up until sunrise and took a short nap before breakfast. It didn't take me long to lose consciousness at Jake's house at all. And I dreamt. I fucking dreamt of Emily and Kim.

"Dude, you look grumpy," Jacob said, as I stumbled to their kitchen. He was grumpy too - busy sulking at his fate.

I just shrugged. After food, we towed towards Sam's and noticed the mountain of food that threatened to break Emily's kitchen table.

"What's the occassion?" Jake yawned, eyeing the amount of food that was too much even for a wolf pack. Of course we really didn't want to know; we just wanted to eat.

"I proposed!" Sam declared proudly. I saw Emily smile.

"About time! Congratulations Sam, Emily."

Sam beamed and clapped me on the back. "Thanks Embry. Help yourself." Ah, I would congratulate them as often as I could if this was the prize. I dove headfirst into the feast, enjoying the sight of Jacob fighting over the remote control with Paul, and nauseating at Sam's exuberant grins.

Apparently, Jared was busy stalking Kim. I towed Jake outside a while later to talk with him about some freaky werewolf stuff, imprinting included.

"Geez, no wonder I felt like I was in love with Emily," he shivered.

"And now there's Kim," I sighed. The whole of last night was like a battle between imprintees. Emily in Sam's head against Kim in Jared's. We scowled until we reached the clearing where Jake and Bella onced toyed with their bikes. Jake's face crunched up as he recalled the memory.

"I want to see Bella," he sighed, eyeing a disturbed patch of grass where Bella had skidded her face after falling off before. Bella, Bella, Bella. Jake was all about Bella Swan. If he imprints on her, hell I was going to resign. I didn't even sign up for this werewolf imprinting rubbish!

We were disturbed by Quil. His voice sounded frightened and relieved at the same time. "Jake? Embry?"

"That's Quil. Shit!" Jake cursed and started to walk away against his will. My feet mirrored his. Sam had given us an injuction. We could not endanger anyone by being near them. Not even our own friends. Hence explained the Jake-Bella situation. It was heartbreaking to see Quil like that, helpless and stumbling along the woods shouting for both of us. Sam and his rules suck.

As we neared Sam's house, we both heard some sort of commotion. We hurried closer, only to find the Clearwaters' family car in the driveway. Jake and I both shared a look. Uh oh. What the hell was Sam's ex-girlfriend's family doing in his house on the day he proposed to his girlfriend who also happened to be related to that very same family? I wouldn't be surprised if Sam's head was blown to pieces by Harry's fishing harpoon by now.

The aura inside the house was awkward. Emily busied herself with dinner preparations that involved walking away from where the Clearwaters sat, while Sam fidgeted nervously under Harry's glare and Sue's even stronger glare. Seth seemed nonchalant as he engulfed the food and tried to chat with Leah, whose back was on us. Sam looked up when we both entered and I knew he would thank us later for the disruption. Poor guy looked like he was a guilty criminal waiting for his sentence.

So of course, being the good guy that I was, I greeted them with a huge smile and attempted to shorten the distance between me and Emily's food.

"Hey Embry, Jake." Emily managed to greet us while taking a tray from the oven. Unlike Jake, I actually had manners to look at Emily. The moron had his eyes solely on the tray in her hands. "Do you mind to come back a bit later? Paul is hanging out at Jared's if you want to know."

I was actually reluctant to go seeing as Sam's face practically fell and screamed 'Don't go! Please don't leave me! Take me with you!' But he was glued to his chair because he did not have the strength to disobey Emily Young. What imprintee wants, imprintee gets. Jake snorted audibly.

So I turned to leave in peace, but then she turned around.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I'll leave."

I gaped.

Sam told me imprinting was finding a new life--one more blessed than a blossoming of an oasis. Jared said seeing Kim made everything but her vanish. But at that moment when Leah's beautiful black eyes locked with mine, the most dominant feeling was the incredible warmth that surged so strongly through me. It was like finding my place in life--with her. Only her. Forget butterflies, the feeling in my stomach was an intense boxing match. The ground shifted underneath me but before I even understood what it meant, I didn't care if I understood at all. All I knew was that everything Embry Call did would be for her. It didn't matter if I would get hurt, if I would suffer, or even if I would die. Nothing mattered except her. She must be happy. She must smile. She must be safe. I must make sure she would, because if she was in less than perfect condition, I deserved to die.

I felt a pull that hooked my chest towards her delicate frame, one that was more certain and compelling that gravity. There was no turning back now; she was everything.

There was a vague scramble and I realised that Sam had started cussing. Part of me vaguely acknowledged the fact. Who cared about Sam Uley? He could go screw himself for all I cared. Leah Clearwater was looking at me. Looking at me as if I deserved the attention. I wanted to cry and thank her.

Then Sam had to ruin the best moment of my life by pulling me to the living room.

"How dare you!" I screamed, twisting around to see Leah. My Leah. Sam had blocked my view - and when he did, the warmth vanished. I felt drained. Letting Leah out of my sight was too risky. What if she hurt herself?

"Get off me, asshole! Get the hell off me!"

Part of me suddenly remembered that Leah wanted to leave because of him. Leah was hurting because of him. That was enough to send me reeling into fury and the shaking erupted. Sam seemed to realise what had been in my mind because he tackled me down to the floor and used my weakness to calm me. "Leah doesn't know, Embry. Don't freak her out. Calm down!"

There was a snort from behind Sam and I realised that Leah had been glaring at us all the time. The tremors stopped as the warmth surged in me again. I smiled. She was beautiful.

"Sam, let him go. I don't think Embry appreciates being straddled by an asshole."

I just had to laugh. Leah was perfect. Of course she was. And she said my name and cared about me enough to get Sam the asshole off me. I wanted to scream with joy.

"Thank you," I beamed.

When she moved away towards the door, I felt the warmth recede again. Gravity was pulling me towards her, so I wriggled under Sam and blocked her way to the exit. I couldn't just let her go; not now when I could hardly restrain myself from grovelling at her feet and confessing my undying devotion. Leah looked confused and annoyed at the same time, enough to make me want to beg on my knees for forgiveness.

But I just couldn't let her out of my sight. For the love of me, I could not.

"Don't go," I begged her. "Please don't go."

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Get the hell out of my way!" she snapped, clenching her fists.

I panicked. I was making her angry! Why the hell am I doing this?

As it turned out, Leah was not the type with much patience. Before I knew what was happening, her clenched fist dove straight into my nose with a loud sickening crunch. Boy she could hit! I stumbled backwards, partly because she wanted me to let her pass and I could never ignore what she wanted, and because I was gloating at the fact that she had just touched me.

I stood there clutching my nose, wallowing in happiness until I realised she had gone. Bye bye warmth again and then I was in pain. It was agony not knowing where Leah was, whether the punch hurt her or if she was still upset.

Sam broke my reverie, as usual. Slowly, not to be heard by the Clearwaters, he groaned and asked me, "Did you just fucking imprint on Leah, Embry?"

I met his blazing eyes and smirked.

"Hell, yes!"

A/N: I think it could remain as a one shot until people actually like a chaptered story :)