Characters: Jacob, Leah, and Nessie.
Rating: T for safety
Disclaimer: See chapter one and/or my profile.
Note: Well, it's been nearly a year and a half since my last update, and for that I apologize. I understand if no one is interested in this anymore, however I will always, ALWAYS finish a story I've started. This is it, guys. Enjoy.

He barely manages to catch her at the border, horn honking and her foot on the gas pedal.

"Leah," he says, and she shoots back, "Move."

"No."

She grits her teeth, veins jumping as she stares him down. Her hair is in disarray, in no part helped by the dirty old convertible mustang that Harry had loved like his own son. After several tense minutes, she seems to deflate.

"What do you want, Jake?" her voice is low, broken, and he's dying on the inside, really, trying to figure out how he could hurt such a great and amazing woman, one that loved him despite everything.

No, who loved him because of his flaws.

"I'm sorry," he starts, and she honks again, rolling her eyes and letting out a harsh laugh.

"Sorry don't fix a broken bone," she tells him and, and revs the engine again.

He applies just enough pressure on the hood to prevent her from speeding off again, careful to leave the yellow hood undented. "You need to listen to me."

"I don't need to do anything," she sneers, mouth contorting as her long lashes blink away tears.

He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and plunges in head first.

"I'm not perfect. I'm the farthest thing from it, and for years I thought that I could fight fate.

"But that's not what I've been fighting – I've been fighting you. I thought that you and I weren't…weren't important enough, and that's not right.

"You, Leah Clearwater, are everything to me. I'll take the Cullen's a thousand times over if it means you and I have any kind of chance.

Nessie is nothing. Not a lover, not a friend; not now, not ever if you let me have this chance.

What do you want from me? Anything, just name it.

I love you."

She stares at him for a moment, breathes and shows no emotion. He waits, patient, and after a few moments she cracks a smile.

"Right words," she tells him, then leans over and opens the passenger door, "get in."

epilogue.

"I don't believe in happy endings, Jacob Black," she says as the speed away, a world ahead from where they came from, "so this better be worth it."

A/N: Reviews are love, though I understand if you feel none for me. It's been a nice ride :)