Fic: Breaking the Cycle
Jul. 4th, 2008 01:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starrikaTitle: Breaking the Cycle
Rating: R (for later chapters)
Summary: Paul imprints on Holly, a pregnant woman from a troubled background. He struggles with his anger and tries to win her trust; Holly struggles with finding herself and believing in legends. Will either of them be able to overcome their past?
Chapter One here
“Hey, Paul, we’re going to the beach. Get your ass moving,” Jacob yelled, ducking at the pillow launched at his head.
“Shut up. I’m trying to sleep,” Paul groaned, pissed off but too tired to actually do anything to Jacob. He’d crashed on Sam and Emily’s couch after patrolling all night, and he’d only been asleep for a few hours when the rest of them had started getting restless.
“Told you he’s scared of heights,” Jared said with a laugh. Paul flipped him off as he tried to bury his head under the cushions.
“Fuck off. You cried like a fucking girl the first time you jumped,” Paul said, getting a mouth full of sofa fuzz. He pushed himself up into a sitting position with another groan. “Why the fuck do we have to go cliff diving at –“ he paused to look at the clock on the wall, “-eleven in the morning?”
“Cause the tourists are out on the beach looking for whales. College girls, man,” Embry said with obvious enthusiasm.
He had a point. Paul had just finished high school, but all of the pack looked older. And the cliff diving did seem to attract the girls. Paul yawned, jaw opening so wide that it cracked. “Fine, but I want some fucking coffee first. “
Embry and Jacob let out a whoop and took off outside, leaving Jared standing there. He crossed his arms. “Get your own. I’m not your bitch,” he said with a laugh.
Paul cracked a smile. Jared had been his best friend practically since birth – and Paul could totally take him. Jared had been bigger all the way up until fifth grade, making Paul do all the shitty stuff, and Paul was still paying him back for it. “If I wanted you to, you’d get it for me, bitch,” he replied with a laugh that sounded more like a bark. He pushed himself off from the couch and wandered into the kitchen, not bothering to put a shirt on. He had pants on, that was decent enough. Emily had practically seen them all naked at this point anyway. “Hi, Em,” he said, seeing Emily drying the dishes in the rack.
“Hi, Paul,” Emily replied, the one side of her mouth quirked into a grin, as if she were trying not to laugh. “Coffee’s on the table for you. Just don’t let Sam hear you call me bitch,” she teased. This time she did laugh, and Jared joined in, falling into the chair next to him. There was a huge mug of coffee sitting there, steaming, with just a little bit of milk like he liked it. Emily was a fucking queen.
“Very funny, Em,” Paul replied, rolling his eyes. He smiled, though. Em was amazing and he owed her for a lot more than just food. She could talk shit to him all day long if she wanted. Not that shit-talking was a regular thing for her. He could practically see the halo glinting off the top of her head.
The coffee helped, and Paul found himself plummeting towards the ocean in no time. They were yelling and making noise, trying to get the tourists to notice, and he didn’t want to know where Embry had been hiding the Nerf ball, but he caught it before it smacked him in the face. Jacob had already taken off running, so he’d been in on the whole thing. Dunking it in the water so it was sopping wet, Paul threw the ball back at Embry, hitting him on the shoulder. Jared caught the ball as it glanced off Embry and chucked it back at Paul.
“Ow,” Embry yelled, taking off down the beach. “Nice of you to hit me in that shoulder, asshole,” he added. Embry had been lucky enough to hit a rock on the way down.
Paul grinned. “You fuckers woke me up,” he yelled back, throwing the ball as hard as he could. Embry was a lot further down the beach now, so he could see it coming. Instead of catching it, he ducked, and the ball continued on its path towards some chick on the beach.
They all yelled at her to look up, but she didn’t do jack shit, and the ball ended up hitting her in the face. Paul was pissed. This meant Sam was going to yell at them about being careful around others and all that shit again. Embry and Jacob were helping her up when Paul caught up to them, down the beach. He leant down to grab the ball, muttering to himself and ignoring Jared’s reproach. Yeah, he was a fucking Protector – but he shouldn’t have to protect some chick from a Nerf ball, of all things.
Then she started to freak out about Jacob touching her, and Paul took a moment to actually look up. Jesus, she was pregnant. They were going to get sued, he just knew it.
And then he looked her in the eye.
He felt like he had been hit instead – a sucker punch to the gut. She was turning and practically running away, and all Paul could think was stop. He had to follow her. He needed to be with her. He didn’t even realize Embry and Jacob were holding him back at first, until she had almost made it back to her car. She was his.
He’d fucking imprinted.
“Stop, Paul. Stop,” Jared said quickly, echoing his thoughts. “She’s pregnant. You can’t just go running after her. There might be someone else. You have to wait.”
“I don’t want to fucking wait,” Paul growled, but he relaxed enough that Embry and Jacob could drop their hold.
“She looked terrified,” Jacob said slowly, “like we were going to hurt her or something.”
Jared turned from where he’d been watching her retreat. “I think we should talk to Sam. This could be complicated,” he said, looking at Paul with concern.
Paul whirled, walking further and further away from the woman, who was probably now taking off in her car and going to have her baby with her fucking husband. It was oddly hard to drag his feet to move in that direction. “I need a cigarette,” he muttered, trying to ignore Embry and Jacob’s whispering behind him.
Jared threw an arm around him, trying to cheer him. “Look. We can – we can work with this. She’s not two. At least you won’t be joining the Teletubbies gang with Quil,” he said, trying to get him to laugh. Paul shrugged his arm off his shoulder and snorted.
“I just imprinted. I just fucking imprinted with a pregnant chick,” Paul said again, stalking away from the beach and back towards the house. This imprinting shit was getting ridiculous, he thought, even as his body screamed to move in the opposite direction. All he wanted was her.
~*~
“Wait – I think I might know who she is. Maybe,” Kim said slowly. She fiddled with the napkin in her hands, not noticing when it started to shred. She was leaning against the counter by the sink, next to Emily, who looked a little worried.
Paul felt like he could practically kiss Kim, even if Jared would kill him afterwards. “You know her?” he asked. They’d gone back to the house, where Emily had taken one look at them and the story had come out. Sam hadn’t even returned yet, but Emily and Kim had started making plans, trying to get the boys to describe her as best they could. Short, blond, looked tired and really pregnant was all Paul could come up with.
“Really short? Tiny, too? Even shorter than me?” Kim questioned after a short description. “I think – I think she works at the Olympia Suites Motel with my cousin Laura,” she said in response to their nods. “Works fronts desk. I think I’ve only heard her say two words when she’s not on the phone, in all the times I’ve been over there. Laura still hasn’t gotten around to fixing her car yet,” she added, rolling her eyes. Kim had been roped into giving her cousin a ride home from work two months ago, with the excuse that it would only be a week or two.
“What’s her name? Is she married?” Paul asked. He wanted to know everything about her, wanted to hold her. It was hard not to turn around, go back to the beach, and try to follow where she had gone. He curled his fingers around the edge of the table, trying to take care not to dent the wood. He needed to be near her now.
“Didn’t I just say she barely talks?” Kim said with a smile. “Relax, Paul. I’ll call Laura to figure it out.”
Kim ducked outside to use her cell, and Paul let his head fall onto the kitchen table with a thump. Jared patted him on the shoulder again, and Paul gritted his teeth to keep from phasing. Jared could go fuck off. All he had to do was look at Kim, and wham – happily ever after. He fucking imprinted on a pregnant chick.
“Here’s what we’ll do,” Emily spoke up, rooting around her pantry for the flour. She began pulling out ingredients for muffins. “Since Kim might know her, we’ll send her over. I’ll bake some muffins and Kim can apologize for you all acting like idiots on the beach,” she said, turning to flash them a smile. “Kim can get her talking, and try to find out the situation with the – with the baby. And then we’ll talk to Sam with a better idea of the situation.”
Kim bounced back into the kitchen, letting the door fall closed behind her with a slam. “Her name is Holly. Holly Smith,” she said triumphantly. “She bought old Bonnie Jackson’s house, down at the end of Big Pine Way in Forks. She’s been here four months, from Ohio. And, she hasn’t said a peep about anyone else. Laura thinks she lives alone.”
Paul let out a whoop and stood up from the table to pick Kim up and spin her around. “Kiss your girl for me,” he said with a grin, shoving her into Jared’s arms. There was no one else. He could – he could go see her. He could hold her. He could keep her safe. Paul dropped back down into his chair at the table, limbs sprawled out. All he had to do was wait for Kim to come back. Things might not be as bad he thought.
Sam entered the kitchen, raising an amused eyebrow at Jared and Kim kissing in the middle of the kitchen. “Should I ask?”
“Paul imprinted on a pregnant chick,” Jacob blurted out. Paul clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth.
Embry chimed in. “We’re sending Kim to find out about the baby daddy.”
“I’m sending muffins,” Emily threw over her shoulder, getting the milk out of the fridge.
Paul went back to banging his head lightly on the kitchen table at the look on Sam’s face. Paul was still the one fucking things up. He had stirred up more shit, just as things were finally starting to die down. Things were abso-fucking-lutely the same.
Rating: R (for later chapters)
Summary: Paul imprints on Holly, a pregnant woman from a troubled background. He struggles with his anger and tries to win her trust; Holly struggles with finding herself and believing in legends. Will either of them be able to overcome their past?
Chapter One here
“Hey, Paul, we’re going to the beach. Get your ass moving,” Jacob yelled, ducking at the pillow launched at his head.
“Shut up. I’m trying to sleep,” Paul groaned, pissed off but too tired to actually do anything to Jacob. He’d crashed on Sam and Emily’s couch after patrolling all night, and he’d only been asleep for a few hours when the rest of them had started getting restless.
“Told you he’s scared of heights,” Jared said with a laugh. Paul flipped him off as he tried to bury his head under the cushions.
“Fuck off. You cried like a fucking girl the first time you jumped,” Paul said, getting a mouth full of sofa fuzz. He pushed himself up into a sitting position with another groan. “Why the fuck do we have to go cliff diving at –“ he paused to look at the clock on the wall, “-eleven in the morning?”
“Cause the tourists are out on the beach looking for whales. College girls, man,” Embry said with obvious enthusiasm.
He had a point. Paul had just finished high school, but all of the pack looked older. And the cliff diving did seem to attract the girls. Paul yawned, jaw opening so wide that it cracked. “Fine, but I want some fucking coffee first. “
Embry and Jacob let out a whoop and took off outside, leaving Jared standing there. He crossed his arms. “Get your own. I’m not your bitch,” he said with a laugh.
Paul cracked a smile. Jared had been his best friend practically since birth – and Paul could totally take him. Jared had been bigger all the way up until fifth grade, making Paul do all the shitty stuff, and Paul was still paying him back for it. “If I wanted you to, you’d get it for me, bitch,” he replied with a laugh that sounded more like a bark. He pushed himself off from the couch and wandered into the kitchen, not bothering to put a shirt on. He had pants on, that was decent enough. Emily had practically seen them all naked at this point anyway. “Hi, Em,” he said, seeing Emily drying the dishes in the rack.
“Hi, Paul,” Emily replied, the one side of her mouth quirked into a grin, as if she were trying not to laugh. “Coffee’s on the table for you. Just don’t let Sam hear you call me bitch,” she teased. This time she did laugh, and Jared joined in, falling into the chair next to him. There was a huge mug of coffee sitting there, steaming, with just a little bit of milk like he liked it. Emily was a fucking queen.
“Very funny, Em,” Paul replied, rolling his eyes. He smiled, though. Em was amazing and he owed her for a lot more than just food. She could talk shit to him all day long if she wanted. Not that shit-talking was a regular thing for her. He could practically see the halo glinting off the top of her head.
The coffee helped, and Paul found himself plummeting towards the ocean in no time. They were yelling and making noise, trying to get the tourists to notice, and he didn’t want to know where Embry had been hiding the Nerf ball, but he caught it before it smacked him in the face. Jacob had already taken off running, so he’d been in on the whole thing. Dunking it in the water so it was sopping wet, Paul threw the ball back at Embry, hitting him on the shoulder. Jared caught the ball as it glanced off Embry and chucked it back at Paul.
“Ow,” Embry yelled, taking off down the beach. “Nice of you to hit me in that shoulder, asshole,” he added. Embry had been lucky enough to hit a rock on the way down.
Paul grinned. “You fuckers woke me up,” he yelled back, throwing the ball as hard as he could. Embry was a lot further down the beach now, so he could see it coming. Instead of catching it, he ducked, and the ball continued on its path towards some chick on the beach.
They all yelled at her to look up, but she didn’t do jack shit, and the ball ended up hitting her in the face. Paul was pissed. This meant Sam was going to yell at them about being careful around others and all that shit again. Embry and Jacob were helping her up when Paul caught up to them, down the beach. He leant down to grab the ball, muttering to himself and ignoring Jared’s reproach. Yeah, he was a fucking Protector – but he shouldn’t have to protect some chick from a Nerf ball, of all things.
Then she started to freak out about Jacob touching her, and Paul took a moment to actually look up. Jesus, she was pregnant. They were going to get sued, he just knew it.
And then he looked her in the eye.
He felt like he had been hit instead – a sucker punch to the gut. She was turning and practically running away, and all Paul could think was stop. He had to follow her. He needed to be with her. He didn’t even realize Embry and Jacob were holding him back at first, until she had almost made it back to her car. She was his.
He’d fucking imprinted.
“Stop, Paul. Stop,” Jared said quickly, echoing his thoughts. “She’s pregnant. You can’t just go running after her. There might be someone else. You have to wait.”
“I don’t want to fucking wait,” Paul growled, but he relaxed enough that Embry and Jacob could drop their hold.
“She looked terrified,” Jacob said slowly, “like we were going to hurt her or something.”
Jared turned from where he’d been watching her retreat. “I think we should talk to Sam. This could be complicated,” he said, looking at Paul with concern.
Paul whirled, walking further and further away from the woman, who was probably now taking off in her car and going to have her baby with her fucking husband. It was oddly hard to drag his feet to move in that direction. “I need a cigarette,” he muttered, trying to ignore Embry and Jacob’s whispering behind him.
Jared threw an arm around him, trying to cheer him. “Look. We can – we can work with this. She’s not two. At least you won’t be joining the Teletubbies gang with Quil,” he said, trying to get him to laugh. Paul shrugged his arm off his shoulder and snorted.
“I just imprinted. I just fucking imprinted with a pregnant chick,” Paul said again, stalking away from the beach and back towards the house. This imprinting shit was getting ridiculous, he thought, even as his body screamed to move in the opposite direction. All he wanted was her.
~*~
“Wait – I think I might know who she is. Maybe,” Kim said slowly. She fiddled with the napkin in her hands, not noticing when it started to shred. She was leaning against the counter by the sink, next to Emily, who looked a little worried.
Paul felt like he could practically kiss Kim, even if Jared would kill him afterwards. “You know her?” he asked. They’d gone back to the house, where Emily had taken one look at them and the story had come out. Sam hadn’t even returned yet, but Emily and Kim had started making plans, trying to get the boys to describe her as best they could. Short, blond, looked tired and really pregnant was all Paul could come up with.
“Really short? Tiny, too? Even shorter than me?” Kim questioned after a short description. “I think – I think she works at the Olympia Suites Motel with my cousin Laura,” she said in response to their nods. “Works fronts desk. I think I’ve only heard her say two words when she’s not on the phone, in all the times I’ve been over there. Laura still hasn’t gotten around to fixing her car yet,” she added, rolling her eyes. Kim had been roped into giving her cousin a ride home from work two months ago, with the excuse that it would only be a week or two.
“What’s her name? Is she married?” Paul asked. He wanted to know everything about her, wanted to hold her. It was hard not to turn around, go back to the beach, and try to follow where she had gone. He curled his fingers around the edge of the table, trying to take care not to dent the wood. He needed to be near her now.
“Didn’t I just say she barely talks?” Kim said with a smile. “Relax, Paul. I’ll call Laura to figure it out.”
Kim ducked outside to use her cell, and Paul let his head fall onto the kitchen table with a thump. Jared patted him on the shoulder again, and Paul gritted his teeth to keep from phasing. Jared could go fuck off. All he had to do was look at Kim, and wham – happily ever after. He fucking imprinted on a pregnant chick.
“Here’s what we’ll do,” Emily spoke up, rooting around her pantry for the flour. She began pulling out ingredients for muffins. “Since Kim might know her, we’ll send her over. I’ll bake some muffins and Kim can apologize for you all acting like idiots on the beach,” she said, turning to flash them a smile. “Kim can get her talking, and try to find out the situation with the – with the baby. And then we’ll talk to Sam with a better idea of the situation.”
Kim bounced back into the kitchen, letting the door fall closed behind her with a slam. “Her name is Holly. Holly Smith,” she said triumphantly. “She bought old Bonnie Jackson’s house, down at the end of Big Pine Way in Forks. She’s been here four months, from Ohio. And, she hasn’t said a peep about anyone else. Laura thinks she lives alone.”
Paul let out a whoop and stood up from the table to pick Kim up and spin her around. “Kiss your girl for me,” he said with a grin, shoving her into Jared’s arms. There was no one else. He could – he could go see her. He could hold her. He could keep her safe. Paul dropped back down into his chair at the table, limbs sprawled out. All he had to do was wait for Kim to come back. Things might not be as bad he thought.
Sam entered the kitchen, raising an amused eyebrow at Jared and Kim kissing in the middle of the kitchen. “Should I ask?”
“Paul imprinted on a pregnant chick,” Jacob blurted out. Paul clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth.
Embry chimed in. “We’re sending Kim to find out about the baby daddy.”
“I’m sending muffins,” Emily threw over her shoulder, getting the milk out of the fridge.
Paul went back to banging his head lightly on the kitchen table at the look on Sam’s face. Paul was still the one fucking things up. He had stirred up more shit, just as things were finally starting to die down. Things were abso-fucking-lutely the same.
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Date: 2008-07-04 06:58 am (UTC)I LOVE Paul's reaction to it, and the fact that he initially doesn't realize it. Emily's relationship with all of the boys is just wonderful, and they was she's their problem-solver is great. I can't wait to see more!
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Date: 2008-07-04 03:34 pm (UTC)Yeah, I really love Paul and his foul mouth (and Emily - just because she bakes muffins and is softer than Leah doesn't mean she's totally soft!). I'm having a lot of fun writing this. I'm glad you're enjoying it!
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Date: 2008-07-04 04:04 pm (UTC)Also, I think the muffins might go over well with Holly. Poor girl's got so much shit going on in her life, she needs some homemade baked goods!
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Date: 2008-07-04 04:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-12-29 09:24 am (UTC)hmmpfff... lol
paul imprinted on a pregnant woman... that is just tooo funny... and he is sooo young... is she much older than him?
i hope when she'll get together with him she'll tell him off about the swearing... because it really irritates me... and i'm sure holly also wouldn't like her child to hear swearwords all the time...
you know what they say about pregnancies... that the baby can hear everything that is going on inside the womb of the mother...
very good chapter... hope to read more soon...
Chapter 2
Date: 2009-02-05 01:36 am (UTC)“Paul imprinted on a pregnant chick,” Jacob blurted out. Paul clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth.
Embry chimed in. “We’re sending Kim to find out about the baby daddy.”
“I’m sending muffins,” Emily threw over her shoulder, getting the milk out of the fridge.
*Snorts* Totally the best part! I could see that happening. I love how comfortabe they all are. I mean they are a pack, and literally do not have secret, so to them its a whole, "us" facotr rather than a "you" factor. I like how natural it all seemed. Good Job!
Anyway, As much as i like kim & emily, i read so many fics were the new girl just adapts and is BFFs with the girls like there is no tomorrow, and that's just not believable to me. And in your story, i hope that doesn't happen, because Holly seems so reserved, and most of it seems to be chosen, so i can't see all girl sleepovers all of a sudden.
Keep writting!