A/N: Thanks for the reviews and Kiss Me Jacob who corrected me haha.

I'm hoping that this will clarify a few of your questions… But not about Leah! You're not supposed to find out about that yet!


"It's Jaci Morgan. It's J-A-C-I; not J-A-C-K-I-E. Everyone misspells my first name," I explained Dr. Martinez as she filled out some paperwork in the hospital room.

"Okay then. Your medical record is great! Good student, no serious ailments, and an athlete! What sports do you do?" Dr. Martinez asked.

"I just do track all three seasons. See, I have this problem where I can't hit a ball without it hitting someone in the face…" I tried to explain. Having zero hand-eye coordination sucks more than you will ever know.

"Okay then," Dr. Martinez said with a chuckle. "So how do you fee-" Dr Martinez began to say until she was interrupted by a shrieking voice from the other room.

"I think I broke my arm. I don't think I can move it! I am in so much pain, I really do not know if I can walk. I might have punctured my spleen too. OW! Do not touch that! That's my spleen! My spleen IS punctured!" Mr. Sully wailed in the emergency room of the Port Angeles hospital.

"Oh, suck it up," I muttered under my breath. What a baby.

Why am I here? I'm perfectly fine! Now my mom is going to run in here in about twenty minutes and begin crying on how she almost lost her 'baby girl.'

After the crash, an ambulance came and we got dragged to the hospital even though there was nothing wrong. No one got hurt; Mr. Sully just likes being a drama queen. The worst part was that the cute guy didn't even come with us. Why does he have to have a special doctor? Apparently it's Dr. Cullen.

Oh god Dr. Cullen is hot.

I really wish he was my doctor instead.

"Where was I? Oh, right! So tell me, what you do feel is wrong? Did you feel anything after the crash? Do you feel anxious, did you go into shock…?" asked Dr. Martinez interrupting my thoughts. I got caught off guard.

"Um, no. No, nothing at all. I feel fine. Really. Can I go home? My mom is probably home worrying like crazy, I really need to go home," I begged her. I really can't be in here. I don't even want to know how my mom's going to react…

"HONEY! Are you OKAY? Oh my GOODNESS. Are you alright?!" screeched a voice from the doorway. My frantic mother came sprinting in wearing her yoga sweats and had curlers in her hair. What the F is she doing? Couldn't she at least take out the curlers before she got here?

"Doctor, doctor. Will she need surgery? Is she fine? Does she have any broken bones, trauma, or punctured organs? I think I heard her driving instructor screaming that he had punctured his spleen or something," My mother began. She had a panicked look in her eyes.

"I assure you, Jaci is perfectly fine in my hands. She seems fine, there seems to be no major damage done," Dr Martinez explained.

"Is she going to need therapy? I've read that crash victims tend to need therapy because they begin to hallucinate and dream that they will be hit again. Oh my poor baby girl! Are you alright. Don't worry, mommy's here!" My mom exclaimed as she forced me into a bear hug.

"Mom. Mom. Mom. I need to breathe at some point," I gasped. Holy crap her hugs are intense. It's like being sucked into a wormhole of velour and hair curlers.

But in all seriousness, it wouldn't have killed her to take out the hair curlers before she got here.

"I don't think she's going to need any form of therapy. She seems completely fine. She's a strong girl. In my personal opinion, the only advice I can give you is to not let her drive… ever," Dr. Martinez said.

"Thanks," I said to her. It wasn't my fault. It was the boy! The really cute guy. The one with amazing eyes, silky hair, amazing arms…

Where was I again?

"So who was the boy that crashed into you?" my mother asked while taking the hair curlers out of her hair. I guess she finally started to notice after the weird looks Dr. Martinez was giving her.

"I don't know his name. But I guess I'm just gonna call him Crash for future references. I think it's a suitable name," I smiled at my mom.

"Okay," my mom said with a laugh. "Let's get you home before you father gets back from work. And you might want to call Adam as well, he's been texting your cellphone nonstop," My mom said as she chucked me my phone. I got onto my feet and got my sweater.

"Thanks Dr. Martinez!" I said and walked out. Thank god I'm finally out of here.

I looked through my phone and there were fourteen new texts from Adam.







That's Adam for you.

I texted him back telling him I was okay. I just really hope my mom doesn't bring up Brett.

Please. Don't let her bring him up.

"I was so scared. I thought you were seriously injured. I'm so sorry that I came in looking like this," she said as she gestured her clothes. "I just know that I could never forgive myself if I didn't see you one last time. I can't forgive myself about Brett, I don't know what I would do if I lost you too-"My mom began to say. She had tears welling up in her big green eyes.


"Mom, it's okay. I know what was going through your head. But I'm fine now… It's not the end of the world. And don't worry, we don't have to tell dad either…" I began to say.

"Well…" my mom said with a guilty expression on.

No. She. Didn't.

"YOU TOLD DAD?" I asked. Holy crap. MY dad is going to flip. He doesn't take any big news well.

"I had to sweetheart. I couldn't just NOT tell your father. He said that if you were injured he would come home immediately, just for you," my mother said. "But I guess you're okay. I'll call him when we get back."

My dad's been in Tokyo for the past week. He's not coming home until after school starts.

"So where do you think this 'Crash' boy is? Do you think you're ever going to see him again?" My mother asked.

"I don't know. Washington's a big state. I hope I will. He seemed like a nice person. Almost like I've met him before," I said.

"That's creepy. And impossible. You would have remembered him, wouldn't you?" My mother asked. She had a puzzled expression on her worried face. She always took things literally.

"I know I haven't. it's just, I feel like I know him. We had a connection, a bond. I knew it the minute he looked into my eyes," I said.

"Oh honey, don't tell me you're in LOVE!" my mother asked in a panicked voice.

"No mom," I said with a chuckle. "It was just… different."

"You must have hit your head harder than I thought. No more driving for you," My mother said with a smile.



After the crash Charlie drove us to Emily and Sam's place. They moved into a bigger house. ("We needed the space; I can only fit so many people into that little kitchen!" Emily would always say.) The whole pack (minus Jacob, today was Renessme's first ballet recital) was there plus my mom.

"So what's the poor girl's name?" Embry asked chuckling. What a douche.

"Hey, don't be so mean to Seth. He's a nice kid. Any girl he imprints on would be lucky to have him," Sam said with a smile. "So what's her name?"

"Well that's a funny story actually," I began to say. Everyone gave me a puzzled look while Paul roared with laughter.

"What's so funny?" asked Emily in a confused voice.

"Seth doesn't even know her name. She had to leave before he got the chance to ask," Paul explained while tears were rolling down his cheeks. He was laughing way too hard.

Thanks Paul. Thanks a lot.

"You don't even know her name? how could you let her get away like that?" Embry questioned.

"I don't know! She just looked so beautiful, and she had to leave so soon. I was so surprised that I imprinted that I couldn't speak. I couldn't even ask her for her name. GOD! I'm so stupid!" I exclaimed while hitting my forehead.

Why am I such an idiot?! Why can't I just do what I'm supposed to?

"Epic fail," Collin said with a giggle.

"Shut up. I'm going to find out who she is. It will take me no time at all. I'm going to search all of Port Angeles if it's necessary. I don't care how much it takes. She's my imprint and I'm going to find her!" I said gallantly.

I feel so manly giving the speech that I did. I guess I'm no longer a stupid teenager. Maybe I'm finally a man.

"That was the cheesiest speech I've ever heard. You're such a tool. If you want to go back, I'll get the car ready," Jared said.

Wow. Way to kill my spirit.

"It's getting kind of late, maybe you guys should wait until tomorrow," my mom said. God, she's always worrying.

"But Moooooom! This is my one true love!" I tried to explain. I have to go now!

"No excuses Seth. It's getting late and you need your sleep. School starts the day after tomorrow. You have to get used to sleeping early again," my mother said in a strict voice.

"Your mom's right Seth. Your true love can wait until tomorrow," Charlie said with a chuckle.

Wow. Why does no one take me seriously in this household?

A/N: Woooot!

Sorry for making you wait so long, but things have just been piling up!

School, friends, boyfriend (one year anniversary is in two weeks!) and, thanks to riddiculusvampire, my newly found obsession with Fruits Basket.

I promise the next one will not take as long!