Author: Shadows de la Nuit PM
Jacob is forced to inactivity…but he considers numerous things to do with his time. Brief oneshot, post New Moon.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor - Words: 587 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 3 - Published: 03-23-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3455102
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I do not own Twilight or New Moon.
It was only a few moments later, though, that he was feeling antsy. He hated doing nothing. He had always been restless, spending time fiddling around with his cars instead of just sitting around. But now that he was a werewolf, it was even worse. It was as if he wasn't fulfilling some kind of responsibility if he was being lazy. But Sam had ordered him to take a break. Well, it didn't mean he had to be completely useless. He sat up and began pondering what he could do with his time…
You could go work out in the garage. There's sure to be something out there you've neglected in the past few weeks. That wasn't a bad idea. He wondered briefly whether or not any of his mechanical skills would be rusty. He doubted it. But his heart wasn't in it; the garage had been where he had worked on the motorcycles for Bella and him. He could imagine her almost smiling face looking down on him while she watched him work…
You could go help Quil out. He's been having trouble transitioning between his human and wolf forms. He could use a more experienced werewolf around. Jacob sighed. He was truly happy that his friend had become a werewolf, even though it was a curse. Quil didn't deserve to be left out, and Jacob could remember how clearly he had despised Sam and the others before he had understood what was happening. But he really didn't feel like practicing transformations and making sure Quil didn't kill anyone. Plus, he was probably too tired to do any real good. He'd probably just end up getting frustrated and wanting to bite Quil's head off – that would be helpful.
You could go cliff-diving. It's about time you have some fun – an adrenaline rush without the danger. He could feel himself free-falling through the air, crashing against the waves as he felt the cold water engulf his body, swimming to the top and breaking through the surface to delight in a long-needed breath. He felt his frame shudder, though, at the memory of his last cliff-diving experience – struggling to save Bella from a watery grave. He hadn't even known if he would rescue her in time, if she would start breathing again when they reached the beach. No, no cliff-diving.
You could go sit on the edge of the reservation and hope the bloodsucker ventures by so you can catch a glimpse of Bella and see if her heart's still beating…
OK! That was below the belt, Paul! Embry, Sam, Jared -- thank you all for your suggestions, but I think I'll just sleep now.
Good, he heard them communicate through their thoughts. He growled softly and closed his eyes. Damn werewolves.