In this story, Jacob left with the Cullens, so no 'Black pack', and Leah still has issues with Emily/Sam the pack. It's an AU for a reason, people! Do not own characters, or worlds, but the writing is mine.

Title is taken from the new Taylor Swift album, 1989-Blank Space.

There was nothing particularly interesting about the diner. The yellowing walls and ripped vinyl seats screamed normality, with a side of filth. So if the patrons (mostly older, large, balding men) had been told there was a werewolf among them, they would have sniggered right to your face, and make rude remarks about where the nearest AA meeting was, happily forgetting their own drunken disasters.

No one would have looked twice at the muscular young men squished into a booth, except to grumble about the cacophony of voices that made any conversation impossible.

When the girl entered, however, the older men's attempts at conversation were left hanging in the air, as ogling her flawless features became the preferred option. Dressed in denim shorts and a light tank top, she looked as though Summer had hit, though the cold Autumn chill had long set in.

Leah scowled as she stopped right next to the loud young mens table. They were yelling over each other, and either hadn't noticed her hovering over their shoulders, or were all too happy ignoring her. Leah didn't even bother trying to tell herself that there weren't enough seats anyway.

So she slid into a seat at the bar, ignoring the rest of the diner with an ease that came only with practice.

An older waitress, whose name Leah had never leaned, didn't bother to ask for her order, setting down a large burger and milkshake in front of her. She hunched on her seat, shoving down the food as she tried to hide from the wolves at table nine.

"-bother to come? She just ignores us anyway."

"It's not like she has anything better to do. Jake left with the Cullens, and Sam's given up on her. Who cares what she does, long as she doesn't bother us."

"I heard Sam thinks there might be other wolf packs around. He's thinking of sending her to have a look around the other reservations."

"You mean we wouldn't have to put up with her? Do you think maybe another pack would, like, adopt her? Forever?"

Leah heard the whispered conversation easily, even over the clutter of the diner. Her inner wolf let out a howl that would have shattered harts into shards of ice.

She whirled around. "I can hear you, you flea bitten-" she stopped, unable to speak. She sat, mouth open but unable to breath, her eyes as wide as saucers, turning glassy with shock, and want, and sadness.

The wolves in booth nine were confused. Following her line of sight, they slowly turned.

There was a man, standing by the door. He was just as tall as any of the wolves, and had enough muscle to make even them pause (if only for half a second). But his hair was blonde, and his eyes were a blue that would put a summer sky to shame.

Slightly unnerved, Steve walked past the group of men staring at him. He panicked for a second, before realising that no one here knew Captain America was a role played by the stranger at the door.

He continued his way towards the bar, sitting down with a sigh.

He could still feel the men from the booth's eyes prickling on the back of his neck.

A waitress came over, and took his order, giving him a once over with a pair of beady eyes, smiling at him with large brick-red lips.

As Steve drew patterns with his finger on the cracked bench top, he noticed another pair of eyes on him. He glanced sideways, only to stop and stare.

The other pair of eyes were a sad brown, and no longer sparkled, having dulled over time through lack of joy. But through the sadness, shock and terror, was a hint of the delightful beauty.

Steve made an unspoken promise, there and then, that he would not leave this little town until he saw those eyes shine like stars.

He took in the rest of the figure, a beautiful girl with legs that stretched on for miles, hair that shone even in the dull light, and features almost too beautiful to be true.

And in the second that he blinked, she was gone.

The door slammed shut as a breeze rushed around the room. He hadn't had that reaction from a woman before, even when he was still just an asthmatic midget.

Steve turned, to stare at the door, only to be met with the stares of the men at the booth. Idiot, Steve berated himself. He deserved that for staring at her like a piece of meat.

One of the men sniggered. Another examined him head to foot, and almost choked on a snort.

Their shoulders shook with laughter, even the two who rushed out to follow the girl. Soon the whole diner was openly staring at the poor stranger supplying all the amusement.

Steve turned back to his seat, confused, and hurt at the woman's reaction.

The waitress came back and settled a large plate in front of him. Looking at the crown laughing behind him, the older woman gave a tut.

"Don't worry honey, we're not all bad." She winked.

Outside, Leah ran.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!"she snarled, jumping over a meter high log in the forest, having left the diner far behind.

Of all the damn people to imprint on, why did it have to be a blue-eyed pretty boy? But the further she ran, the more she wanted to turn around and go back to the stranger.

"Leah! Stop, we've gotta talk," Quil yelled. She just ran faster, only to be caught by a wolf who had doubled back to corner her.

"Shut up!" Paul snarled, as she howled and struggled in his arms.

"Leah, aren't you lucky? You've imprinted!" Quil said cheerfully, carefully staying well out of the way of her reach.

"On some stupid blondie? Not what I'd call lucky," Paul smirked.

Her clothes tore, flying as she bit down hard on Paul's neck. Swearing, he shifted.

"For God's sake," Quil muttered, glancing around before yanking off his clothes.

How dare you, he did nothing to deserve this, you ugly monster, Leah snarled.

Oh, but I wonder what he did to deserve someone like you? Paul mocked back, ducking the swipe of a claw.

Leah! Quil said, Guys, clam down. We should be happy. We weren't sure Leah could imprint. So why don't we all just calm down, and you can go talk to the guy, Leah?

Yeah, Leah, go talk to your new hubby. I'm sure a guy like him's got a hundred empty-headed birds hanging off his arm, which has to be a better option than you, Paul sniggered.

She could have imprinted on you, Paul, Quil offered.

Paul and Leah stopped in their tracks. Their horrified silence said it all.

Great. Now, you can either go back to the diner and start up a conversation with the guy, or go and tell Sam, Quil said.

But Leah did neither, simply turning and running. She was the fastest wolf in the pack. No one could catch her.

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