**Takes place after Eclipse but disregards any part of Breaking Dawn ** (A bit of a cross over with The Host) **Did a little different scenery too. Hope you enjoy this reviews are lovely!

I own: none of the twilight merchandise. I do co-own the OC and etc ppl you'll see later. I don't own entirely own the idea for this first scene that belongs exclusively to SilverWing006 herself. All credit to her for that and no stealing please or I'll be forced to get my Reaper over here…

I do own the Dusk series and sincerely hope the writer block passes soon. Please enjoy and comment!

{A/N: This is a tiny gift pack for my girl SilverWing006: OC/Jacob}

Reminisce

Jacob's POV

I didn't know her name. The first time I saw her I was too upset to ask. Bella's situation and words kept pounding in my head. I kept running everything in my mind wondering what I could've done better, what I could have done to keep her with me. I had arrived late that night though that much I remember cause my dad always worried. Well he never worried before but with recent events and all he seemed more on edge with my trips. The pack lately seemed to be walking on eggshells around me ready for me to blow. Maybe that's what everyone was waiting for. Maybe that was the only solution.

I barely noticed my surroundings as I phased back and headed home. The light was on and the porch was empty or rather it should've been empty.

I blinked taken aback for a moment by the small slim girl sitting on the porch swing in front of my house. She was staring off at some point in the distance and swinging her feet gently letting the chair rock with her. It was a little chilly that night but she sat only appareled in a dark green t-shirt and gray washed jeans. She looked fragile but that wasn't about to make me cut her some slack. Irritation took over.

"Hey!" I said sharply surprised to hear my own voice.

She stopped swinging and turned to face me pulling a blonde strand of hair anxiously behind her ear and away from her face. Her liquid dark green eyes stared at me apprehensively a little alarmed.

"You're on my swing." I said lamely words failing me when I got a good look at her. Fragile had been an understatement this girl looked like she was going to fall apart any second. Her pale rose lips were trembling and her eyes looked like water was ready to pool in them but something about her at the same time seemed strong. Her shoulder length dark blonde hair framed her face that had been frequently kissed by the sun. Her lean muscles had tensed at my words and she seemed ready to bolt.

She relaxed a little her eyes widening at my words, "Oh! I'm sorry I didn't know…"

I raised an eyebrow at that statement. So this chick just went around sitting at random people's porches?

She seemed to catch my drift an she quickly shook her head making a quick dismissal motion with her hands, "I mean I didn't know you lived here. Sorry this just reminds me of… home…" She stammered the last part physically wincing.

She was getting more confusing and crazy by the second. I leaped over the three steps to the porch landing lightly on it getting closer to examine this stranger. I carefully without trying to draw attention got a quick scent off her. She smelled like the forest mixed with a light apple scent but definitely human. I dropped my guard just a little. Maybe she was lost?

She smiled nervously still seated on the porch swing one hand nervously stroking the peeling dark wood paint.

"Hmm..," I gruffly noted, "So you going to tell my why your on my swing? " I tried to lighten up a bit realizing the larger chance that she was probably some lost kid or maybe a pack member's distant cousin.

She sighed a weak laugh escaping her lips, "Yeah… I was just passing through this area and this house, " she briefly gestured around her, "reminds me a lot of my old home so I stopped to reminisce sorry to disturb you." I realized at this distance that a worn backpack lay by the swing with a sleeping bag secured atop and a couple other items poking out.

"Passing through? Where you headed?" I asked before I could stop myself. Why was I so curious?

Her expression seemed to darken for a moment and she stood up quickly, "Um don't worry about it. I got to go sorry for the whole creppy sitting on your porch thing…I'll leave now."

My hands shot out to stop her, "Woah. Hold on kid. You don't have to go so soon. I don't mind sharing my swing. If I was in your situation I'd probably do the same. Reminiscing I mean. " I laughed inwardly and added 'a bit more discreetly though.' I was no stranger to reminiscing.

She bristled apparently taking offense to my words, "I'm not a kid!"

"Okay sheesh," I held up my hands in mock surrender, "Sorry!"

She scotched over on the swing letting me sit down, "I'm 17 thank you very much."

'17 huh?' I thought quietly a momentary pain stabbing me as I remembered Bella as she was a year ago. Without really noticing what I was doing I started pushing the swing absently. The chains softly creaked in protest. The crickets serenaded in the background leaving us both to our own private thoughts.

"So," I tried again trailing off, "Where are you going? From the pack it looks like your either 1) A hitchhiker 2) A run away or 3) A fugitive.

"How about all the above?" She said half seriously facing away from me uneasily looking at the woods. Was she being chased?

I stopped swinging for a moment to glance at her; her face was serious in a tense way.

"Ah…And a fugitive from--? Your parents?" I guessed.

"Nah. They're dead," She paused hesitating and glanced at me, "or maybe as good as dead…"

"Hmm… " I had not expected that strange answer. Good as dead? Just what was this girl dealing with? Silence blanked us for moments until she shifted nervously in her place.

"Um.. This is going to sound like a really messed up question but can you really quick turn towards me?"

I was baffled by her request and a little alarmed wondering what she was going to do but this whole situation seemed weird in itself. "Sure?"

I turned to her and saw her half rise to peer into my eyes looking hard into the dark orbs. Any tension from before she had held seemed to evaporate and she settled back into her seat.

"Thank goodness they haven't gotten all the way up here yet."

Tah-dah! So how's this for a first chapter? Hope this went well and again all credit for the idea to start this up is SilverWing006. Love it or hate it?

~002fox