Yo peeps. Dis be Embry! Yep, I have temporarily taken over this show because Seth is…uh, dare I say 'busy' at the moment. And of course there is no way he would ever, ever want to miss out on recording this interesting event.

First let's see where he left off…

"I didn't get to hear the rest because I was in so much pain I had to go inside and beg mom to overlook my stupidity and help. My hands were on fire from the stings and Leah practically had to drag me in the house, saying, "Stop complaining Seth. Its not that bad." Easy for her to say! Her hands aren't three times their normal size and feeling like they're about to crumble to ashes.

With all that pain you must be wondering how exactly I can write all this. Thing is, I'd tell you…but then I'd have to kill you.

See ya,

Seth ;/ "

Ha, go Leah!

So you may have noticed from the last entry that everyone was there except Jared. (Then again, it doesn't look like Jared's made an appearance yet. I'm sure he'll be crushed when he finds out.) Well that's because he came down with a nasty case of the flu.

Sam thought Seth would be well enough to take Jared's spot on patrol so he told Leah to let the kid know to meet at Sam's place by 9. And since Brady was still shaken up over the death of Iggy or whoever (and because he paid me 20 bucks) I volunteered to take his place on patrol.

So I went to Sam's at 9 as planned but by 9:30 neither Seth nor Leah had shown up. Sam sent me over two houses down to find out what the deal was. I twisted the knob only to find (shockingly) that it was locked. Wow, there's a concept: someone actually locks their door on occasion. Hard to fathom isn't it? So I banged on it and yelled in "Seth! Dude, Sam's pissed. You better get over."

I let it support my body weight while trying to look through the peep-hole but then the door swung open. I nearly fell on my face, but of course I didn't because I have amazing reflexes and such. I quickly righted myself and leaned on the wooden frame.

"'Sup Leah. You dropped something." She didn't flinch but I just barely caught her looking down to see if I was lying, "It's my heart." She very nearly slammed the door in my face, but apparently whatever she had to tell me outweighed her irritation.

Leah crossed her arms and said, "Seth can't come on patrol tonight. He got bitten more times than we thought and isn't doing too well."

I shrugged, "Well that sucks for him but what am I supposed to tell Sam? He expects Seth- and you, come to think of it- down there ASAP. So I'm sorry, but I really need to get him." I came in without invitation and headed up the stairs to Seth's room. Leah was right behind me.

I opened his door and suddenly understood what Leah meant. Seth was laying asleep on the sheets as if he'd just collapsed right there. His hands were heavily bandaged all the way up to the elbows. He looked like a little kid- rather, more like a little kid than he usually did. For a split second I felt sort of guilty for dragging him out like this…then the guilt was gone. Oh well.

"Come on Sethy," I said, taking his arm and pulling him up. "Sam's gonna have our heads if we miss patrol." He muttered something, but I didn't understand a word of it.

A frustrated Leah grabbed his other arm, "It's not safe Embry! He's on so many painkillers he'd just end up hurting himself. I'm not going to let my little brother out of the house right now, let alone into the woods to hunt for some dangerous blood-suckers! Sam will understand, and if he doesn't he'll just have to get over it."

"Seth has to go unless somebody will take his place. You can't. You're on duty tonight too."

"And you?"

"I'm already covering for Brady." She glanced from me to him and back again. "Don't worry. He'll be fine darling."

The fire in her eyes lit up again. "But you won't be if you call me 'darling' again." Yeah, I kinda figured that. But I also gathered that I'd just won my first argument against Leah. WOoT! Go Embry, go Embry! Anyway… I let go of Seth who almost fell on Leah except that she's stronger than she looks and could hold him up pretty easily.

I took the glass of water off the bed-side table. "Wake up Seth!" And you can basically see where that went. Despite popular opinion I really did try not to drench Leah as well, but that sort of failed. Seth awoke suddenly, coughing and wiping the water off of his face. Leah glared at me and left to go change into some dry clothes.

"Wha'…?" He started.

"We have to go. Come on." Maybe we could be out before Leah gets back.

He took one step and collapsed. Come on. Why me? I caught him and helped him up. He shook his head and blinked several times. "You really are whacked-out on painkillers aren't you?" I asked, talking more to myself then him. For a moment I considered heeding Leah's advice and telling Sam we'd have to be one wolf short tonight. And then I remembered that I'd just gotten Leah to listen to me for the first time and I probably won't ever get an opportunity like this again.

"Emmy?" He asked me as we started towards the stairs with his arm over my shoulder leaving me to support most of his weight. I honestly have no idea how he's going to be of any use, but seriously- I repeat- I just won a fight against Leah concerning Seth so I'm not complaining. "Emmy, where we goin'?"

I rolled my eyes. Emmy? Really? "We're going to the woods to make sure none of those leeches are trespassing on our turf; and we'll burn them to dust if they do. By the way my name's Embry, not Emmy."

"M'kay Emmy. Will we thrown 'em back in de ocean?" I had to stop and stare at him to make sure he wasn't faking.

He seemed completely serious so I just sputtered out a confused, "Huh?"

I had to wait for him to blink his glazed-over eyes back into focus again. Then he answered, "The leeches. Wha' do we do wi' da leeches? Do ya throw 'em back? Then they can swim away." He laughed. "Swimmy, swimmy, swimmy." Then he started singing that song from Finding Nemo- you know, the really annoying one Dory sings near the end of the movie. "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming!" What the heck did they give him? Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

I braced myself against the railing as we cleared the first three steps. "You do know I'm not talking about literal leeches, right?" After climbing down to the second floor (why did his room have to be on the third?) Seth was breathing heavily. "Are you okay Seth?"

"Dizzy…" He muttered just before dropping and falling down a flight of stairs. Okay, I admit that sometimes my amazing reflexes fail epically. And of course that was when Leah chose to make her appearance.

"Embry friggin' Call! What are you doing to my brother?" We both rushed down the steps - Leah somehow reaching him before me- and she practically growled at me when I got within two feet of him. "Stay out of this! You've done enough damage."

"Hey sweetheart, you know he probably should have said something before he just-"

"Lost consciousness? That's stupid, and even you know it. And don't call me 'sweetheart'" Yeah. Okay. It was pretty stupid. At this point I sort of got the message that maybe Seth shouldn't go on patrol tonight. I don't know, it just wasn't working out if you can believe that.

The front door opened and Sam came in (without knocking of course. Nobody around here ever knocks; not even me.) Turning towards the kitchen he yelled in, "Hey Leah, is Seth oka-" he glanced in our direction and did a total double-take. "I'll take that as a no."

"Bozo the Clown over here dropped him down the staircase," Leah explained (however inaccurately) jerking a thumb towards me.

"Did not!"

"Really? Sure seems that way to me."

Sam held his hands up and interrupted, "Wait, he looks sick so why was he even out of bed in the first place?"

"Embry."

I screwed up a bit maybe, slightly. But that doesn't mean she can just dump all the problems on me. Sam has to take some responsibility here. "Only because you told me to come over here and get him and Leah for patrol tonight."

Sam narrowed his eyes at me. "Right. And when I told you this did you happen to be playing video games, doing homework, watching TV, and eating pizza at the same time?"

"I think so. Why?" Where exactly is he going with this?

"Slight misunderstanding Embry. What I told you to do was find out if he was well enough to come while I mapped out the course with Collin. Then you could let me know so I could call Jacob or Paul to take his place if necessary." Why doesn't he just accuse me of causing world hunger while he's at it?

But he may have a point.

"Mmm…where's the fishees go Emmy?" Seth's exhausted, childish voice caught my attention. Sam and Leah both raised an eyebrow as they studied me.

I sighed, not really in the mood to explain it to them. "Long story guys. The fishes are going back to the ocean Seth."

"We're not gonna burn 'em for commin' on our smurf?" I laughed once at that. Seth is weird. He's probably crazy. He's the only person I've ever known who can touch his tongue to his nose, he's prone to breaking out into a random song, and he can stare for hours at lava lamps. He gets on my every nerve then crushes those nerves with a herd of elephants. But despite all that he is… not so bad. Not at all actually. If you tell him I said that I'll deny it though.

"No, not tonight kid." I answered.

I could tell you how I got chewed out by Leah and then by Sam but that would be sort of pointless. I could tell you about how, while being carried up the stairs, Seth freaked out and punched Sam, but I'll leave that part up to the imagination. I could also go on about how I'm now on patrol duty every shift for the next month, but I really don't think you want this to go onto a ten page rant and I have to be home in…now actually. I've got to go beg my parents for forgiveness and hope I don't get grounded again or get sent to military school. (By the way, does anyone care to remind me exactly why I consented to keep this charade up with the 'rents? I forget why.)

Peace out,

Embry O.O

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Oh come on Embry! Admit it, you luv Seth, lol! It was weird writing from his POV, but fun too. What do you think? Non-Seth POV's won't be a regular thing, but maybe an occasional occurrence unless you guys really don't like it. Idk, 'sup to you.

To Mosstail21: Oh my gosh that I love that episode! Didn't know anybody else watched Psych, but its good to find a fellow fan of the show.

To Brg3: Thank you! And yeah, the death of Lizzie was sorta sad *sobs hysterically*.

To darkknightprincess222: Well come on, who can resist a good round of 'bringing in the sheaves'while burying a lizard? Embry should have tried lip-syncing since he's probably even more tone-deaf than Seth (if that's even possible).

Love,

earth warrior