Summary: As Jacob turns into a Werewolf, Bella turns into a Witch. Then the Pack asks Bella to join them, and she agrees. After that, life gets even stranger than it already was.
Notes: New Moon AU
I can't believe this is happening to us. To ME!
Isabella Swan was thinking about the painful changes that had recently occurred for both she and Jacob Black, her best friend. She had become a Witch (or so she assumed) and Jacob had become a Werewolf. It was enough to put her in a mild state of shock, but she knew she'd get over it. Bella was the type to go with the flow.
As she pulled into Jacob's driveway, she saw William Black waiting for her instead of his son. Frowning, she climbed out of her truck and walked up to him. "Hey, Billy. Where's Jake?"
"He's at Sam's place; they're having a Pack meeting. Jacob said to tell you that you're invited, so get over there before they start without you." He winked at her, grinning widely. It was quite an honor for her to be invited to a Pack meeting when she wasn't even a member of the Pack.
Bella grinned back at him and patted his shoulder before turning and walking the short distance to Sam Uley's house. Sam was the Alpha of the Pack, so she knew that the invite must have come from him. She wondered why he'd bothered; she and Sam hardly ever spoke to one another.
The door opened before she could knock, and Jacob gathered her into a warm hug that left her feeling much more relaxed before leading her inside.
The entire Pack stood to greet her; Embry Call, Quil Ateara, Jared Temple, Paul Hunter, and Sam. Sam's wife, Emily Uley, was nowhere to be seen. That made Bella REALLY nervous, even though Jacob was still right by her side, holding her hand.
She bit her lip. "Not to be rude or anything, but why am I here?"
Sam smiled at her. "You're here, Bella, because we want you to join us."
Bella was confused. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm a Witch, not a Werewolf. How could I become a member of your Pack?"
Jacob was the one to explain. "Witches can be … changed, for lack of a better word, if a Werewolf in his wolf skin scratches her." He made a face. "I don't particularly like the way it's done, but I would love for you to become a member of our Pack, Bella. Of course, it's up to you, and we know you'll need some time to think about it."
Strangely enough, though, Bella really DIDN'T need to think about it. For once in her life, she didn't agonize over a big decision. She knew exactly what she wanted. "No. I don't need to think about it." She paused, studying each member of the Pack. "If you really want me, I'm in - but I want Jacob to be the one to change me."
"Are you entirely sure, Bella?" Sam looked both concerned and hopeful. "If you do this, you can't ever UNDO it. It's forever."
Forever. I wanted forever with Edward, but he didn't want that with me. My heart still aches for him, but I know I need to move on. The Pack wants me, and I want them. Besides, I'm already a Witch. Why not be a Werewolf as well?
"I'm positive." Bella's voice was firm. "I want to do it now, if that's at all possible." She thought there might be some sort of ritual involved. The Quileute had a thing about rituals.
"We could do it now, Bella. But you should know, you will be in extreme pain for exactly twenty four hours after you are scratched. Are you still willing?" Sam was very serious.
Bella, who had already guessed that there would be pain, simply nodded and turned to Jacob. Keeping eye contact, she lifted her shirt a bit and pointed to her belly. "Here, please."
Jacob looked more than a bit stunned, but it didn't take him very long to get with the program. Still looking into Bella's eyes, he phased. Then he froze. He hated the idea of hurting the woman he loved, yet he desperately needed for her to become one of them. Could he do this?
Bella wants me to do this. I want to do this. I just don't want to hurt her. I never, ever want to hurt her.
Bella seemed to read his mind, though he knew she didn't actually use telepathy. "Come on, Jake." She spoke softly. "I know you don't want to hurt me, so think of it the way I think of it - as a gift."
Jacob could never deny Bella. Stepping forward, he raised his right paw and slashed her stomach before he could talk himself out of it. Quickly, he phased back, and was just barely in time to catch her as she fainted.
Sam immediately took control. He bandaged her stomach - the wound wasn't too deep, of course, but it was deep enough to scar. As soon as Sam was done tending to it, Jacob lifted her back into his arms and took her to his house. He passed Billy with no more than a nod and took the unconscious girl into his room, where he laid her on his bed. He sat on the edge beside her, determined to keep watch for the next twenty four hours.
Time moved slowly. Jacob watched over Bella and tried to comfort her as her body twisted in agony and she screamed for help, but it was no use. There was nothing he could do but cry silently and secretly for her pain.
I caused this. I know she wanted it, and I'm ecstatic about the end result, but must she have to go through this torture to get there? Of course, we all went through it, but this is different - this is BELLA. My sweet, precious Bella. She's in so much pain and I can't do ANYTHING.
Eventually, though, it was over. Bella opened her eyes and met Jacob's worried gaze, smiling weakly. "I'm good, Jake. Quit worrying. It's over - and it WORKED!" Lifting her shirt, she removed the bandages Sam had put over the scratch, revealing four parallel silver scars that ran diagonally across her once smooth stomach. Somehow, they were beautiful.
Looking back up at Jacob, she grinned. "See? I'm like you now!"
Her enthusiasm was contagious. Jacob found himself smiling, and he leaned in to hug her tightly. He pulled away almost immediately, though, wrinkling his nose at his best friend. "You stink, Swan."
Bella rolled her eyes. "Thanks for the heads up, Jake. I'll take a shower now, okay?" With that, she rolled out of bed and looked around. "Um, I don't suppose you have any clothes that would fit me, do you? Oh, hey, what did you tell Charlie?" Charles Swan was her father.
"Dad called and told him you had a stomach virus. Then he somehow talked him out of coming to see you." Jacob shrugged. He really hadn't paid much attention to anything but Bella for the past day.
"Good. I'll call him as soon as I get out of the shower. Can you just loan me a t-shirt or something? You're big enough that it should cover me. I really don't want to get back in these nasty clothes once I'm clean."
"Yeah, I'll get you a t-shirt." He rummaged through his drawer and grabbed the first one he found - a plain white one. He handed it to her and she smiled her thanks before entering the bathroom and closing the door behind her. Jacob listened, but he didn't hear the lock turn. That made him smile.
He started to lay down, but then he got a whiff of his pillow. It wasn't Bella's fault, but she had soaked the sheets and pillowcase with her pain-laced sweat. Jacob got up and took them off the bed, and then he knocked on the bathroom door.
"Yeah?" Bella raised her voice slightly to be heard over the running water. "You can come in, Jake; the shower curtain will protect my modesty."
Jacob opened the door and stepped in, quickly gathering up the dirty clothes that Bella had discarded from the floor. He tried not to think about her wet, naked body, but by the time he left the bathroom his cock was half hard. He sighed and went to do the wash.
It wasn't long before Bella finished her shower and found him in their tiny laundry room. Jacob's breath caught at the sight of her in his shirt - ONLY his shirt, he knew. But he was used to burying his lust for Bella, and so that's exactly what he did. "How are you feeling?"
"I feel great, Jake!" Bella bounced a little, smiling widely. "I feel like - well, like everything is the way it should be, finally."
Jacob couldn't help but grin back at her. "That's because everything IS as it should be, Bells."
"So … I guess I should call Charlie, huh?" Bella frowned.
Jacob hated seeing her smile disappear, but he knew she was right. None of them wanted Charlie to get suspicious about ANYTHING, even though it was highly unlikely that he'd ever figure out the truth. "Yeah, I guess so. But at least wait until your clothes are dry."
"Okay." She hopped up to sit on the vibrating washer easily. Then she looked down at her legs, surprised, before looking back up at Jacob.
Jacob knew exactly what she was thinking, as he often did. The two of them really had no need for Bella's telepathy. "Grace is part of the package." He would miss her clumsiness.
"Wow!" Bella shook her head in amazement. "Jeez, what ELSE comes with the package, Jake?"
Jacob smiled. "You'll see soon enough, Bells."
I don't like that smile. What is he thinking about? No, I won't use telepathy. If he wanted me to know, he'd tell me. I just hope it's not something awful.
If Sam is HALF as hard on her as he was on the rest of us, she'll be so wiped that she'll sleep for a week after he puts her through her paces. That's just the wolf stuff, too. I wonder what he's going to come up with to test her Witch side? Oh well, at least she has a day of rest before he starts in on her. Man, she is going to HATE me for not warning her about this.
"When did you become so cryptic, Jacob Black?" Bella pouted, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. "Or were you always this way, and I just didn't notice?"
"Please." Jacob snorted, but he was smiling. "You notice everything, Bella. You know I've always loved to surprise you."
"I hate surprises." Bella's pout became more pronounced.
Jacob couldn't help but imagine himself leaning in and nipping her full lower lip. He sighed, hoping she didn't see the lust in his eyes, but knowing she did all the same. At least she wouldn't say anything about it. "Get off the washer so I can dry this stuff, please."
Bella hopped down and moved out of the way, looking thoughtful and a little sad.
I want so badly to love you the way you want, my Jacob, but you deserve better. My heart is still torn and I still love HIM, even after what he did to me. But I do love you, too, maybe even - dare I say it - MORE. I just don't know right now. I'm so confused. My heart keeps pulling me in two separate directions.
Jacob easily got the dryer started and turned around to look at Bella. Without any command from his brain, his arms wrapped around her and he pulled her in tight, kissing her forehead. "It's okay. I know." He said it quietly.
"I do love you, my Jacob." Bella's whisper made his heart soar. "Don't ever think that I don't, okay?"
"Okay." Jacob was smiling from ear to ear, but of course Bella couldn't see that with her face buried in his chest. "I love you, too, baby girl."