The girls were both glaring at each other.

"What are you doing here?" Nessie finally sighed, but the rudeness of her tone still wasn't completely hidden. Sophie grinned recklessly, tossing her feet onto the coffee table between them. The half-vampire winced.

"I've got nowhere else to be," Sophie drawled. "But trust me, honey, anywhere would be better than here."

"Oh?" Nessie asked, leaning forward, arms crossed almost defensively over her chest. "And why is that?" Was her family not good enough for this girl? She should be grateful that Grandma Esme had even let her inside the house wearing those disgusting jeans and tank top. Subconsciously, Nessie smoothed her hands over the dark, short skirt she wore.

Sophie stared at her, wide-eyed and disbelieving that she even had to ask. "Because," she said slowly, "I don't like you."

The older girl started. "Excuse me?!"

"I. Don't. Like. You," Sophie enunciated clearly, a smile edging the corners of her lips.

"That's-- that is so utterly and completely--"

For once, Nessie Cullen found herself at a loss for words. This dirt poor, knotted haired, illegitimate child didn't like her? For God's sake, she should be the one hating the child! That girl was the reason her Jacob hardly even spoke to her when they were in the same room, all because that girl was his daughter.

Just the word made her throat feel like it was seizing up. What a strange feeling. She hadn't cried since she was a baby-- there had never been a need.

Absolutely furious now, mostly because of the tears pricking at the edges of her eyes, Nessie looked up at Sophie with clenched teeth. What an idiotic name, Sophie. Oh, she'd heard her Jacob venerating over it again and again, what a pretty name, could Leah Clearwater have chosen a better one for-- for their... daughter?

Daughter.

Her Jacob, the one whose strong, solid form was in her very earliest, foggiest memories, the one whose warmth had always felt like a protective blanket over her skin--

He had a daughter.

With Leah.

Nessie tugged desperately at the front of her shirt, brushing away every inane wrinkle. But why did it matter? Her Jacob was so much happier with his short-haired, ratty cut-offs wearing, cigarette-smoking, swearing to all holy hell Beta than he was shopping with she and Auntie Rose. Not that he didn't enjoy it-- he had to, she was his imprint, he enjoyed any and all time spent with her --but... and here was where all of Nessie's problems arose...

He liked spending time with Leah more.

Nessie truly could not see why. She had been observing this harlot of a woman ever since she had shown up on the main house's doorstep two weeks ago, fifteen year old daughter standing by her side. Fifteen year old daughter with her Jacob's smile and her Jacob's laugh and her Jacob's, "Sure, sure." Fifteen year old daughter who apparently had known about her father for quite some time, and had been wanting to meet him for a long while.

So Leah Clearwater came back.

For her daughter.

The whole thing made Nessie want to throw up all of her insides, the way she had when she had caught the flu when she was three (technically nine-- but then, her Jacob refused to count her age in anything but years).

Leah and Sophie did not go whole days without verbally speaking to each other, the way she and her mother sometimes did.

Sophie never slipped up and called her mother by her actual name the way that Nessie did sometimes, a by-product of pretending to be siblings in school.

Sophie was allowed to swear as long as she wasn't too bad about it, and Sophie snickered with her mother in the corner as they made sarcastic comments back and forth about the way her family sparkled in the sunshine coming through the window.

It was later that night, long after Leah had dragged Sophie to Seth's house, while Nessie was curled up in her own bed and trying so hard not to listen to her parents moans and groans from the other room (because sometimes they got so wrapped up in each other that they forgot about her), that she realized what she was feeling.

Jealousy.

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a/n: Okaaaay. I really hope that makes as much sense to you guys as it does in my head. This started out as being just some random crap I wrote to try and get the idea (of Jacob and Leah's daughter meeting Nessie) out of my head. But then it sort of came together nicely, and I figured, well, everybody likes blackwater!

...most everybody, anyway.

I don't think I'll be continuing this; I'm all wrapped up in my other story, You Have Got to Be Kidding Me, but if I ever do think of anything more to add... I'll, er, add it.

And that would be all ;). Review?