Chapter One: Sugar and Spice

~ED~

Emmett stared inquisitively at the girl, like a child poking a bug with a stick.

I rolled my eyes, crouching down to check her for signs of life. She was breathing shallowly, and seemed alright despite the awkward angle her leg lay at. Her hair was tangled, and ridiculously long, obstructing her face entirely and full of leaves and twigs. How long had she been out here, naked and injured?

Suddenly I realized she was more than somewhat familiar looking. Despite her state, a fever couldn't account for such a high body temperature. She was built like a warrior, subtly bulging muscles despite being boldly curvaceous. And if her skin tone was enough to go by, she was likely of Native American origin. Pushing the tangle of curls out of her face I was met with a terribly familiar face. I'd seen this face before, nearly a hundred years ago. And then I recognized the scent as someone I'd seen not even a hundred days ago.

"It's Jacob Black," I said, sounding shocked even to my own ears.

~JAKE~

I opened my eyes, terrified, clutching at the sheets. I realize that the room I was in was not mine, or anyone's that I've been in before. It's all very clean and orderly, with perfectly white sheets, and it smells /new/, like no one had ever been here before me. But just beyond that was a thick, lingering scent, entirely too sweet and overpowering to be considered pleasant. I recognized it easily.

Vampires.

A growl rose in my throat, more of a warning 'I know you're there!' Than anything else. No one responded, although I wasn't sure I wanted them to.

I sat up- or tried to anyways, but a dull pain throbbed in my abdomen, and I sank back into the really, really soft pillows underneath me with a groan.

Fuck that hurt.

Less than a second later the door opened, and Doc Cullen walked in, looking all worried.

"Jacob? Is everything alright?"

I gave him my best "Are you effing kidding me?" Look, but he only kept looking at me, obviously expecting an answer.

I started to curse at him, but choked instead, unable to speak for coughing for a solid minute. My throat was sore, and coherent words refused to form. I growled again, despite the flare of pain it caused.

The bloodsucker stared with new interest now. I half expected him to pull out a pad and start taking notes.

"Perhaps you shouldn't strain your voice. I'll just ask yes or no questions, alright?"

I nodded, frowning. What was going on?

"Do you know why you're in my home?"

I shook my head furiously.

"My sons found you unconscious in Canada while hunting. We are not allowed near your lands and had no way to contact your pack, so they brought you here for treatment. You were dehydrated, and your leg was broken but beyond aesthetic...issues you seem to be healthy."

'...Issues?'

"Do you know what has happened to you, Jacob?"

Now, now I was scared. He had that ' sympathetic doctor' look, like he was about to tell me I had cancer.

He sighed, then pulled out a small hand mirror, like what girls used to check their makeup. He held it out to me, but I was scared to take it.

Instead I touched my face tentatively. Two eyes, nose, mouth, ears. Everything was there. What was wrong with me?

I grabbed the mirror, and flipped it open, and saw my face.

No, not my face.

The person staring back was softer, slightly rounder. Fuller lips, rounder eyes. My hand shook, a hand, I realized, was smoother, and much smaller than I remembered it being.

Terrified, but curious, I sat up, ignoring the soreness, and looked down at myself.

Holy Fuck

Why did I have fucking breasts?!

~ED~

Jacob was awake, I could tell. Hearing his (her?) suddenly lucid thoughts was indicator enough, the fact that she (he?) was mentally shouting was just unnecessary. Jasper seemed downright overwhelmed by the sudden fluctuations of confusion, pain, and anger, and all this before Carlisle got up the the nerve to tell him that he was now a she.

Rosalie and Emmett, had left the house shortly after we brought Jacob here, thankfully, probably to avoid conflict with an emotional shapeshifter. Alice might have done well to follow their example, but instead she was bouncing on the couch impatiently, eager for...something. I didn't like the look she had in her eye. Esme was in the kitchen, cooking obsessively, as she tended to do when she was anxious. Maybe Jacob would eat it later, although we were used to throwing out Esme's food.

Carlisle was attempting to calm Jacob down now, although it didn't appear to be working, as her mind seemed on the verge of going into shock.

I gave Jasper a meaningful look, and he nodded, concentrating on calming the silent, but hysterical werewolf.

Minutes later, after Jacob had been lulled back to sleep, Carlisle came back down the stairs, a thoughtful expression on his face.

We followed him into the kitchen sitting around the table with him at the head.

Esme hovered next to him, concerned.

"Well? Carlisle?"

"There's not a doubt in my mind. It's her," he announced. A feeling that might have been relief washed over me. But I was torn. Of all times- of all people. Why Jacob Black? Why now? When I had just given up?

Alice squealed loudly, enough that it might have damaged human ears, and hugged me around the neck.

"Edward I'm so happy for you!" She congratulated, but it only made me feel sour.

If the Gods were real, they were laughing at me.

A/N: *ominous voice* I'M BAAAAACK

New stuff- Em& Ed find Jake together. Took out that thing with Em and the Mirror, and Jake can't talk! More on that in the next chapter, btw.

The original chapter one has been expanded into three(ish) chapters. Also, the POV changes will probably decrease a lot as this continues, this one just happened to be pretty back and forth.

I'm making it my personal goal to update at least once a week except for these first few, which will probably be showing up over the next several hours as I do the final editing, so we shall see. Also, I have other stories! *GASP* Read maybe? XD