Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. They belong to Stephenie Meyer. I am not making any money off this.

Long A/N: Okay, I'm a little nervous about this one because it's not really my style, in regards to multi chapter fics. The writing is more like my one shots, which are one shots for a reason. This is the first time I've written a multi chapter fic in this style, so I would appreciate your honest opinions of whether this works or not.

I've already written most of this story, so let me know how you'd like me to update it. One chapter a week? A day?


She sits back in her seat, closing her eyes as the wind whips her hair around her face. The thick pollution that had settled on her tongue two states ago, has long been washed away by fresh, country air. The heaviness in her stomach has lifted, too. She feels younger, stronger and lighter. A whole shade away from Leah and more like the girl she used to be. For the first time in a long time, she's happy.

Sam isn't thinking about the air, or the fact that he's deliriously happy. His mind is back in La Push. He feels guilty for a moment as he ponders the mess he's left behind. A pack with no leader and Emily crying to anyone who will listen. He feels a stab of guilt as he imagines her torn face marred by tears. His mother will be upset, perhaps ashamed, of her boy. She had tried so hard to teach him, to instil in him, a respect for women and their feelings in hope that he wouldn't turn out like his father. He's let her down and at the same time he hasn't. He never left his girl, not really.

"Can we stop soon?" Leah asks, stretching muscles in her leg. Her skin is velvet on steel and he never realised how much he's missed it.

"We're only a few miles from Texas. We'll stop there," he answers, still watching as she limbers up.

"Okay," she says and she leans back with a grin on her face as she basks in the warmth of the sun.

They sit in silence until they reach Texas. The fields they pass are bare and barren but both can see a beauty in their emptiness. Sam's stomach drops as he wonders if he'll ever be able to make things right between them. She beaten and broken and it's his fault. There's no quick fix for the pain she feels. And as much as it hurts to admit it, he knows she'll never really be his again. Not like she used to be. She's a force of nature now. A fire storm blazing through everything that gets in the way and only a fool would try to hold onto her. But Sam Uley is nothing if he's not stubborn and determined, so he'll try anyway.

Another road sign passes and he can't help the weary sigh that escapes from his lips. He's on a journey in more ways than one and he still has no idea where he's going or if he'll ever get there.

But he's got his girl by his side and fresh air in his lungs and there's not a soul in sight. They might just make it after all.