FAGE Six Pack

Title: Enemy Rebound

Summary: A New Moon spin-off. Tragedy strikes on the plane ride back from Italy and Bella is literally ripped from Edward. He'll find solace in Jacob's arms when his enemy imprints on him. (mpreg in the last 2 chapters. Can be skipped) FAGE Six Pack entry. Written for cloemarrie.

Written for: Maggie Williams/cloemarrie

Written for: addicted-to-romione-bedward

Beta'd: harrytwifan (a huge THANK YOU, like always!)

Rated: M/NC-17

Warning: slash, boy on boy loving

Prompt used: He imprints on the enemy

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Jacob's POV

I'm losing control. I can feel it.

All my muscles are quivering and my blood is boiling under my skin.

At the first shoots of pain, announcing that I'm going to phase at any moment, I rush out of the house. Dad will end me if I phase inside and destroy something.

But that's not what worries me.

As I reach the tree-lined entrance of the forest, I'm already in wolf form. A dozen thoughts fill my head, but I pay them no mind.

How could he let this happen?

I howl loudly as my heart breaks in a thousand pieces.

I never thought I could hate that leech more than I do at this very moment.

Bella left to save him and bring him back, and this is how he answers? I don't care that there were people that could see it. I don't give a fuck!

When the phone rang earlier, Dad grabbed it quickly, knowing how worried Charlie was about his daughter. I stayed close to him, eavesdropping.

"Billy?" a soft voice asked, making Dad cut his eyes to me, and frown.

"Speaking," he answered.

I knew that voice. It belonged to Edward, but it sounded off.

"Billy, this is Edward Cullen. Please don't hang up."

"Why are you calling here?"

It was about that time when I started shaking.

"I know you are friends with Charlie, and implicitly care for…his da-ugh-ter. Be-ella." He choked up and it sounded like he was crying, which I doubted is possible.

"That's true," Dad said, still looking confused.

I had a feeling something really bad had happened.

"Billy, I have no idea how to tell you this, but as you know, Bella came to get me from Italy," he explained on a shaky voice. "On our way back, there was a problem with the plane. It fell."

I gasped, my eyes widening in horror.

"I trust you saved her with your superpower," Dad commented, but I could see he didn't believe his own words.

"Unfortunately, the explosion was near her side and I couldn't do anything. There were too many humans around. I'm so immensely sorry. You have no idea."

Need to kill the leech! That went on repeat in my head as I was quivering in anger and early stages of phasing.

And now I'm running aimlessly through the forest, trying to create the best plan for ending that bloodsucker.

He let the only girl I have ever loved die.

I thought he loved her.

Apparently, the months apart didn't mean anything for him. I bet he even put the little human girl behind him, never looking back.

The run to their house takes no time.

Phew! Damn, these vamps stink.

I see movement inside the house, and hear them say something about a dog being close.

It's not like I want to be here.

Get out of the house, bloodsucker! We need to talk! I shout in my head, knowing full well he can hear me.

The next second, a figure approaches the window on the top floor and gazes down.

Sheesh.

He looks horrible.

Can a vampire lose weight? It seems like he has, and there are dark circles around his sunken eyes, his high cheeks more prominent.

"What do you want, Jacob?" he asks in the same soft, drained-of-life voice he used on the phone with my father.

Words with you. I growl up at him, my tail twitching when the front door opens and a blonde girl steps out.

"Here, doggy." She pats her thigh. "Let's play a game of fetch; but there's a catch in this one. I throw, you run and never return." Blondie hurls a wooden spoon. "Go!" She points in the direction she threw the spoon.

I stare at her as if she's lost her mind. Maybe she has.

"Move, Rosalie," Edward grumbles, slipping out of the house. When he reaches me, he turns his head toward the house. Everyone is out on the porch, and the doc looks concerned. "I'm going to return, I promise." They seem to have a silent conversation—silent on the doc's part. "No, I doubt Jacob will try. If he does, I might allow him to do so." Then he peers down at me, looking tired, if that's possible. "Come on."

We walk through the forest, and I can barely tolerate his presence. I have no idea where we're going, or if he just wants to have a stroll of sorts since he isn't saying a thing.

Suddenly, the leech stops and plunks down on a boulder, putting his face in his hands.

I decide to have this important conversation as a human. After going a little deeper in the woods to shift back, I return to him. He's still there, exactly like I left him.

"I knew you would want explanations," he murmurs.

"Start talking," I command, leaning against a tree and folding my arms over my chest.

"I've made so many mistakes, Jacob." He lifts his head, and I can see his black eyes swirling with what looks like tears.

Can he cry?

"No, unfortunately, I can never produce tears."

Creepy. "Stay out of my head! And stop dodging the question! What the hell have you done to Bella?"

"Nothing—that about covers it all." A dark chuckle escapes him. "When I realized she had come after me, all the way there—there, to Volterra, where the people who rule our world live, so close to danger just to get me back, to save me from doing a stupid thing..." He chokes on his words again. "We managed to escape Aro, our leader, only to step on that plane! Alice saw one of the engines catching fire just moments before it happened. It was so quick, Jacob!" He pulls at his hair.

"Quicker than your vampiric reflexes? 'Scuse me, but I call bullshit."

"Once the engine exploded, the wing broke, and when it fell, it took part of the plane's body with it. Everyone was looking toward where the noise and smoke was coming, so when we lost the side of the plane and the speed and everything started pulling out people—"

"Including Bella," I hiss, annoyed.

"I took her hand, squeezing, but as we started going down…I couldn't do anything. She fell. It was chaos inside the plane, so Alice decided we should jump after her. If she had had that brilliant idea a few minutes earlier, Bella would be alive now. We're supposed to be dead, too."

"You are!" I yell. "And you will be, in the next five minutes, when I rip you apart!"

"Losing Bella was the reason I went to the Volturi, but apparently she loved to cliff dive. She explained to me what happened—that she jumped off the cliff for fun, and didn't throw herself to commit suicide. But now? I would be grateful if you ceased my suffering. Please, kill me."

I stare at him in shock.

Of course, I say shit when I'm angry, and I've actually killed one leech. That dread-locked one that was after Bella. He was an evil bastard that deserved to be killed. Oh, and then was that red-headed bitch. Yup, that makes two. They both deserved it.

But Edward?

I doubt I can actually kill him.

"It doesn't have to be you personally. It can be one of your brothers," he murmurs.

"Seriously? You want to die? Romeo and Juliet much?"

A small smile tugs at his lips. "I never had a reason to live before I met Bella, then she turned my world upside down. Now I know there's no point in living without her."

"That's pretty stupid." I feel tears burning my eyes, and I know the horrible news is catching up with me. I guess I haven't grasped until now that she's really dead.

"How's Charlie holding up?" I wonder, toeing my shoe in the forest's ground.

"He didn't take the news well. Carlisle had to give him sleeping pills."

"So, you're leaving now?"

"That's the plan. We go back to what we were doing before. Besides, I'm supposed to be dead."

"Right. Oh, well." I shrug.

I remember that I've come here all set to hurt him back for not saving Bella, but the way he looks now shows he's already suffering.

Heck, I even feel like patting him on the back.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Edward warns me, and I growl.

"I told you to stay out of my head!"

"I can't when you're shouting at me!"

I huff and push off the tree trunk. "Well, this is adios, then. I hope to never see you again."

"You won't."

Good. I nod and turn on my heel, phasing before returning home. On the way to my house, I explain to Sam everything that has happened. He's happy to hear the vampires are leaving.

At home, Dad scolds me for disappearing.

"Hurry now. I want to visit Charlie; I've got food. Can you imagine how the poor man is holding up?"

Because I always listen to him, I grab a shirt from my room, then go to my car. We drive in silence, but I know he's curious of where I've been.

"Jake, you're not doing anything stupid, right?" Dad asks as I park in front of Charlie's house.

"No, Dad. I just had a chat with Edward. They're leaving soon."

"You didn't pick a fight?"

"No!" I exclaim, shocked. Though, it was part of the plan, when I saw him, I couldn't do it. He is already punishing himself enough.

I'm turning mushy.

Over a leech.

"I'm proud of you, son. That was very mature." Dad pats my back. "Now, help me out."

I can smell the Cullens all over the place, and I wonder if the doc will come back to check on Charlie. Oh, well. We're here, so they better stay away.

It takes five minutes for Charlie to answer the door.

Holy fuck!

He looks like a ghost.

"Billy. Jake." He nods, before turning around, his shoulders shaking.

I don't think I can go in that house. Dad whispers for me to leave, and he will stay with Charlie.

He doesn't have to tell me twice. I'm out of there as if my tail is on fire.

It's already dark outside by now, so I shift into my wolf form and walk aimlessly through the forest. I want some peace, and the voices in my head won't stop talking.

Before I know it, I'm at the Canadian border. But it's quiet here.

Until I hear a heart-wrenching sob from a few miles north. I don't stop to think, I just follow the sounds. As I draw nearer, I shift back to my human self and walk to the small clearing.

By now, I know who's there. The questions are: Why am I going near him? Why do I want to comfort him? Why do I feel sorry for him?

I crouch next to him. His head snaps up, and he stares at me with huge black eyes.

You okay? I ask silently, my hand hovering over his shoulder.

He eyes my hand as if it's disgusting, before he slumps forward, falling on his knees.

"I killed the only person I've ever truly loved! No, I'm not okay," Edward whispers. "I want…something to hurt…something…" He suddenly has a crazed look. He stares at me. "Hit me."

"Wh-hat?" I sputter out.

"Hit me! Kick me! Hurt me!"

"Uh, I'm not sure that's a good idea," I say carefully, but he's already on his feet.

"Do it, Jacob. It's all you've ever wanted. Do it!" he roars.

Jeez. What have I gotten myself into?

I'm sure the second I touch him, I'll phase and probably destroy him. The sad part is that he'll allow me.

I pull my fisted hand back, then swing it toward his face. My body quivers when my heated skin makes contact with his cool, smooth flesh. I must've truly hurt him, because he flinches, his wide eyes boring into me. His jaw looks like fissured tile, though it heals instantly.

Now, all I can think about is his jaw.

I can't take my eyes off his black, sunken ones.

I have no idea why I ever hated him. My gut twists as I realize I just hit him. He looks so fragile. The way he looks at me now makes me feel safe, like everything is right in the world.

"Are you hurt? I'm so sorry!" I apologize, touching his cheek.

Surprisingly, neither of us flinches. He's still staring at me with that odd look in his eyes.

"Jake, what just happened?" he asks in shock.

"I punched you like you wanted! Way to make me feel like shit," I grumble.

"Do you realize what happened?" Edward grabs my shoulders.

For some unknown reason, I don't feel the urge to push him away. To the contrary, I want to snuggle in his strong arms and never move from their safe embrace.

"Dammit, Jacob! Tell me you didn't!" he shouts, shaking me.

"What?" I ask, dazed as I stare up at him.

His long, dark lashes frame his beautiful, thirsty eyes. Why haven't I noticed before what beautiful eyes he has?

"For the love of all things holy, snap out of it, Jacob Black!"

I stare at him, surprised. "Why are you upset?" He does look really hot when he's angry.

Wait! He's hot?

I frown, taking a step back.

"Exactly!" he groans.

Holy fucking shit! Shit! Fuck! Crap!

No way!

I didn't!

But the longer I stare at him, the more I need to move back into his personal space, to be near him.

No. No way!

"Can this get any more horrible?" I hear him mumbling, pulling at his hair.

"It's not like I wanted to fucking…imprint on you!" I exclaim, my heart beating wildly. "It's your fault!"

"My fault?" he asks in disbelief.

"YES! You made me hit you! If I hadn't touched you…"

"You've had conflicted feelings since earlier in the forest," he points out.

"What do we do now?" I slump on the fallen tree trunk he was sitting on when I first arrived.

"We don't do anything. My family and I are leaving Forks, and you're going back to your life."

As if it were that easy.

"Do you even know what imprinting means? I can't let you go!"

"You'll find someone else," he says dismissively.

"Imprinting is forever! It's like your mate thing."

"WHAT?" Edward thunders, grabbing my arms and pulling me to my feet. "You mean we're stuck together?"

I give him a faint smile. "It's not by choice."

"Fuck!"

I've never heard him curse, but I guess he's reached his limit.

cloemarrie, I hope you will like this.

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