A/N: Yeah I'm not even going to attempt to apologize this time. I'm kind of losing motivation for this story, so I'll just put out a new chapter whenever I get around to it I guess. Sorry guys! :(

Warning: Yeah there's some cursing and a little hawtness later on. ;)

This chapter is dedicate to gabycaldemeraz, because she needs a pick-me-up that doesn't consist of me sending her tons of sexy Rain videos. :) Love ya girl!

If you want to know about the POV switching, it's just to help me not get bored when writing. A small breath of fresh air, maybe. XD

Thanks for reading! Please review and let me know what you think! Even if you think it sucks. :)

Chapter 7

"Alright, now say 'ah,'" the doctor requested gently. I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth for him to stare creepily into while Paul snickered off to the side. Mo shot him a look and he quieted down.

"For the last time, I'm fine," I argued. "It's not my fault that no one believes me."

I crossed my arms and glared at Paul out of the corner of my eye. He blew a kiss and was promptly wacked in the stomach by Mo. He looked a little sheepish as she hissed in pain and cursed under her breath. The doctor gave the two of them a disapproving look before plopping down into his spinney chair. He typed something into the small computer at his side before looking back at me.

"How would you rate your pain on a scale of one to ten?" he asked.

"Negative five," I growled. Mo glared at me and I sighed. "I don't feel it unless I touch it. I wasn't even aware that I had a bump on my head until Cal pointed it out to me."

The doctor nodded, his thin comb-over flopping into his eyes. He smoothed it back into place and continued typing, then looked at Mo.

"Were there any reports of wrecks last night, Detective Jameson?" he asked. Mo shook her head in the negative. The doctor sighed and stood up, then smiled at me.

"I'll get you in for a MRI and then you can be on your way," he said, waving once before closing the door behind him.

My eyes widened and I stared at Mo, shaking my head rapidly. She shrugged and looked up at Paul's towering figure.

"You'll have to hold her hand, bud. Last time I did it and she nearly broke my fingers," she commented rudely. I narrowed my eyes at her and Paul chuckled.

"What, is big bad May scared of a silly machine?" he crooned, pinching my cheeks. I slapped his hand away and crossed my arms, glaring at the ground. The examination table creaked as Paul scooted up beside me. He slid an arm around my shoulders and hugged me close.

"So what's so scary about this thing?" he asked. Mo snickered in the corner, but quickly turned it into a cough when I shot a flesh melting glare at her. She eventually quieted down and I turned up to look at Paul.

"It's not the machine that scares me. It's just so tiny in there. Bleh!" I shivered, shaking my head. Paul cocked an eyebrow at me.

"You're tiny, May," he commented.

"It's tinier," I whispered dramatically, hugging my arms around myself.

There was a knock at the door and the balding doctor poked his head back in, smiling in what I supposed he thought was a comforting manner. It wasn't.

"He's mocking me," I hissed through the corner of my mouth. Paul rolled his eyes and picked me up off the table, grabbing my hand as he set me on my feet. I took a deep breath to calm myself and reluctantly followed the doctor out.

I felt like I was walking to face certain death. The walls were too white, too sterile, the nurses' smiles too fake. I held onto Paul for dear life, my eyes shifting around suspiciously. I nearly ripped the shirt off of Paul's back when Mo decided it would be funny to sneak up on me and grab my sides. I glared at her from atop Paul's shoulder as she cackled evilly behind us. If she hadn't been family (and the source of my food, shelter, and general happiness) I would have flipped her the bird. Paul chuckled and continued following the doctor.

We entered the room and Doc asked Mo a bunch of questions, seeing as how I was wrapped around Paul and not speaking to anyone. When the questioning was over he told me lie down on the table and relax.

No way Jose.

"May. Let go," Paul said firmly as he tried to detach me from himself. I clamped my legs harder around his waist and shook my head. "You're being a baby. Come on," he grunted, pulling at my legs. I heard footsteps and Mo was suddenly in my face, her eyes flashing dangerously.

"May Georgia Jameson, you get on that table this instant or there will be no CSI for a month!" she hissed. I blanched a little at that but kept my grip on Paul. I heard him sigh and shivered as his warm lips skimmed over my ear.

"If you're a good little girl and do as the doctor says, I'll take you out for ice cream," he whispered.

…curse him.

"Will there be hot fudge?" I sniffed.

"All the hot fudge you want, baby," he growled. Oh no. Not the sexy voice. The potential threat of ice cream is bad enough, but ice cream, hot fudge, and the sexy voice?

I'm toast.

I pretended to deliberate over my choices for a moment while Mo continued to glare at me.

"Throw in some M&M's and full can of whipped cream," I sighed reluctantly.

"Deal," Paul and Mo both grinned.

I forced myself to untangle my limbs from around Paul and stood beside the large machine, rubbing my arms awkwardly. Doc handed me a pair of earplugs and motioned for me to get on the table. I shoved the bits of foam in my ears and climbed on, grumbling inwardly about the ruthless persuasion I had not known Paul was capable of. I shot him a glare before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. A large, warm hand squeezed my fingers gently before I heard a door closing. I squeezed my eyes even tighter as the table started moving and I could feel the walls of the giant machine closing in on me.

I believe I can flyyyy, I sang in my head, trying to imagine myself on top of a mountain. Better yet, a mountain of ice cream. I jumped as the machine started up, extremely loud in my ears even with the earplugs. Make that mountain of ice cream pillowed with large mounds of whipped cream, waterfalls of chocolate sauce spilling over into frothy pools of syrupy goodness! And volcanoes of hot fudge! And a sun made of bubblegum! And—

"Okay, we're done with the test now," Doc's voice said, floating through a speaker somewhere to my left. I grinned and opened my eyes, then realized that I was still inside the narrow tunnel of doom.

"Help," I squeaked, slamming my eyelids closed again. The table slowly began to retract from the tunnel. I shimmied out as soon as the there was floor beneath my feet and pulled the earplugs out, then nearly gave Doc a broken nose when I pushed the door open.

"Oh hi," I smiled breathlessly, scooting past him so I could be out of that blasted room as soon as possible. Mo gave me a pointed look and Paul snorted. "Doc, feel free to talk to Mo if I'm crazy. Let's go, Paul!" I said, shooting down the hall. I saw the tiniest hint of a smirk when Paul caught up with me and grabbed my hand.

"See? It wasn't so bad now was it?" he chuckled. I paused and turned to stare at him with wide eyes.

"Paul?" I asked, sliding up to him.


"Paaaauuullyy. Let's go to Icecream Mountain, Paulyyy," I whined. He cocked his eyebrow at me and turned me back in the direction we had come from. I gave him a curious look and he smiled at me.

"Mo says the ice cream is going to have to wait because you have school tomorrow," he grinned.

My jaw dropped to the floor and I looked between him and Mo incredulously.

"I just…I just risked my life and sanity—"

"Well, we're already questioning that bit," Mo smirked with a wink. I pouted and turned my eyes to Paul, making them water slightly. He blinked a few times in surprise and then glanced at Mo guiltily. She narrowed her eyes and shook her head at him. He looked back down at me and bit his bottom lip, his eyebrows knitted in thought. He suddenly clapped his hands on my shoulders and bent so that he was eye level with me. I let a small tear escape from the corner of my eye and he looked pained, wincing as he used his thumb to wipe it away. Yeah. See what you've done, Mr. Meraz? Insert evil laughter here.

"Stay right here. I'll be back in a few seconds," he said, leaning in to kiss my tear stained cheek. He pulled back and gave me a small smile before heading off down the hall. I suppressed a giggle as he smacked himself on the head a few times.

"You've known this boy how long?" Mo asked, crossing her arms.

"A few weeks," I grinned. She rolled her eyes.

"He's already whipped," she chuckled.

There was a hard poke on my shoulder. I turned back around to face a slightly disgruntled looking Paul.

"I am not whipped. And you were faking it, weren't you?" he grunted, handing me a package of Ho Ho's. I batted my eyelashes sweetly and tore into the package, biting off a hunk before offering him the rest as a peace gift. He huffed but ate it anyway.

"Him! He's the one that broke the vending machine!" someone shouted. A male nurse jabbed his finger at Paul and looked at the security guards behind him.

"Oh shit," Paul cursed.

"Paul what did you do?" I squeaked as he threw me over his shoulder. Mo squawked as he picked her up from around her waist and hurried off in the opposite direction of the quickly approaching security guards.

"Did you break the machine?" I laughed. He looked both ways before whisking us into an elevator and jabbed the close door button.

"I warned it," he grumbled, not even flinching as Mo punched her fists into his side.

"Unhand me, you brute! I am a woman of the law! I can have you put in jail!" she shrieked. Paul ignored her and hurried out of the elevator and into the parking lot and breakneck speeds. He quickly found Mo's patrol car and set us down by it. Mo kicked him in the shin and glared at him angrily.

"Just WHO do you think you are, Mister?" she screamed, stamping her foot like a five year old. A vein throbbed dangerously in her temple.

"Mo, chill out before you have an aneurism," I chuckled, jabbing her in the side with my elbow. She turned her fury filled eyes to me and I gulped. Luckily Paul stepped in and blocked me from any impending attacks. He pinned her to the car with his hands on both sides of her and leaned down to her eye level, smirking as she narrowed her eyes at him.

"I am Paul Alejandro Mathias Meraz. And you are?" he rumbled. Mo stood speechless, her hands hanging limply in front of her. Paul brushed a finger down the bridge of her nose and winked before straightening back up. "I'll leave now before she comes back to her senses," he whispered, jabbing a finger in Mo's direction. The color was already coming back into her face, she was recovering quickly.

"Alright. I'll see you later Casanova," I chuckled. He grinned and waved before turning around. I remembered something and caught the edge of his sleeve. He looked over his shoulder at me before turning to face me fully.

"Uh…thanks for coming," I mumbled, rubbing my arm shyly. He smiled and ruffled my hair before taking off at a slow jog into the surrounding woods.

I watched him leave, curious at the tiny pang of sadness I felt tugging at my chest.

Paul crouched behind a bush while he tugged his shirt over his head, then stood up to finish wiggling into his pants. He looked up at the window hopefully, taking an approaching step out of the darkness.

"Taken up peeping at young girls, have we?" a honeyed voice said from behind him. It was only then that he felt the oddly warm air tugging at the back of his shirt. He whipped around to face the red head leaning against a tree, peering at his fingernails. He snarled and hazel eyes flickered up to him amusedly.

"What do you want, fairy?" Paul growled, crossing his arms. The red head frowned and flicked something off of his shirt.

"I wish you wouldn't call me that," he sighed, pushing himself off of the tree. Paul bristled as he came to stand next to him, the red head a few inches shorter than the towering native. The hazel eyed boy seemed oddly calm, but a hint of grimness tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"She's breaking through my spell," he grumbled, glaring at the window above them.

"And whose fault is that?" Paul hissed. The red head looked up at him, hazel eyes flashing acidic green.

"Yours, actually," he replied.

Paul snorted and took to looking back at the window. He took a deep breath to calm himself and frowned slightly as the girl's heartbeat quickened slightly.

"She's just dreaming," the red head said softly, almost comfortingly.

"Yeah, I know," Paul grumbled. "How is this spell breaking thing my fault?"

The red head shrugged.

"I'm not completely sure, but I think your imprinting magic is stronger than my magic. I am only half fay after all," he explained.

"Don't you mean fairy?" Paul corrected, smirking. The red head rolled his eyes.

"As I was saying, the imprinter does everything it can to protect the imprinted. So it makes sense that the bond itself would reject any other kind of magic that tries to mess with her. "

"Imprinting isn't magic, stupid. It's instinct."


They stood in silence for a few moments before Paul huffed.

"I have to leave for a few days. I'll have someone watching her at home, but you have to take care of her at school. Make sure that Noah kid leaves her the hell alone," he growled.

"Alright, I'll do my best," the red head sighed. He watched Paul take a few steps forward before he grinned. "See ya, mutt," he said. Paul growled and whipped around, but the red head was already gone.

"Tch. Coward," he growled before continuing his climb up the wall.

I was drowning.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get my limbs to move. They floated beside me, dead weight dragging me further into the abyss. I could see lights flashing at the surface, but all I heard was the sound of my heartbeat slowing with each second that passed. I closed my eyes. My chest hurt.

The current changed, pushing me up toward the surface. Something warm was clamped around my wrist, dragging me behind it. Someone's muffled voice was in my ear, faintly familiar. We broke the surface and I opened my eyes and took a deep breath.

"May?" a deep voice asked. I blinked a few times, panting heavily to regain my breath. I was in my room, the thin light of dawn slanting in through my window. Paul's face suddenly appeared, his warm brown eyes tight with concern.

"Heya, Paul," I whispered, smiling slightly.

"Don't 'Heya, Paul' me. Are you okay?" he asked, pushing the hair out of my face. "You weren't breathing."

"Yeah," I replied. "I'm okay. Thanks for saving me."

I sank back into my pillows and closed my eyes tiredly. I felt the bed shift as he lay next to me, his warmth immediately enveloping me as he pulled me to him. His heartbeat, slow and constant, thrummed comfortingly under my ear. I felt a warm breeze ruffle my hair, and the sound of waves lapping at my feet. The sun was warm on my skin, the sand sticky but not uncomfortable. I'll wash it off later, I thought.

"You'd tell me if something was wrong, right?" Paul's voice rumbled.

I nodded, breathing in his scent. His lips were at my hair. He shifted so that I was under him, his mouth travelling down my jaw line. I opened my eyes, loving the way the sun bounced off of his copper skin and the way his hair was always a little messy. I arched into his touch as his hand skimmed down my torso, his lips at my throat.

"Anything I can do to make it better?" he whispered in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe. His deep voice sent shivers down my spine, his warm hands pushing my arms up over my head.

"Nnngh," I mumbled incoherently. He chuckled and ran his thumb over my bottom lip, pulling it out as he nipped my top lip between the two of his and sucked lightly. I heard something snap and my heart started beating faster as his body lowered. He pressed something into my hand, and I groaned at the contact of his heated flesh, his hand pressing against my hip and pulling me to him.

"Damn baby," he hissed, grinding his hips into me. He covered my mouth with his to muffle my cries, his hips and mouth turning me into a quivering mess. Warmth pooled in my lower stomach and spread throughout my body, making me pull at him harder. He sat up and pulled his shirt the rest of the way off before falling back into my waiting arms. His body molded perfectly against mine, each dip and curve joining seamlessly.

"P-Paul, I…I…" I panted, writhing beneath him.

"You what, baby?" he whispered against my skin, nose pressed into my sternum as he inhaled deeply.

"I want…I need…"

I struggled with the words, my thoughts too jumbled and clouded for me to think straight. My knees clamped against his hips as he nuzzled the exposed part of my chest.

"I want you too," he growled in my ear, his voice deep and hinging on guttural. "I need you more than anything. Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it."

I threw my head back against the sand as he ground harder against me, soundless screams caught in my throat.


My eyes shot open and I smacked the alarm clock on my bedside table before flopping back onto my bed. My heart was racing and I flushed when I remembered what I had been dreaming about.

Aw, just when it got to the good part, a tiny part of me said.

I snorted and stood up, stretching my arms over my head. I jumped when something fell on top of my head and was halfway across my room before I realized that it was just a harmless necklace. I picked it up from its spot on the floor and turned it over in my hands, eyes wide in wonder at the row of sharp teeth tied to a leather strap. Paul's image flashed before my eyes and I blinked, remembering that he had pressed something into my hand in the dream. I threw the necklace on to the floor and backed away, my heart pounding in my chest.

"It was just a dream…right?" I whispered. My foot bumped against the wall and I turned around, leaning my forehead against the cool glass. "Just a dream. He probably gave that me to me before he left. I think," I mumbled to myself.

I opened my eyes and froze when a pair of yellow eyes stared back at me from the woods.

**Elsewhere in the Land of Oz. Just kidding.**

I jumped when she opened her eyes and caught me staring at her. I turned and ran as fast as possible in the opposite direction, feet pounding at the earth beneath my paws. I smirked, more than a little gleeful at what had just occurred. Of course I felt a little bad considering she was still half asleep, but I don't think she minded.

"Oh no, she didn't mind at all," Jared snickered.

I rolled my eyes and quickly caught up with the rest of the pack, making sure to barrel as hard as I could into Jared before I took my place next to Sam.

"What the hell was that for?" Jared snarled, nipping at my side. Sam growled in rebuke and told us to focus.

"Paul is a pedophile," Leah sang, bumping her shoulder against mine. I glared at her, but she just barked a laugh and butted into me again. It was not my fault that I imprinted on someone younger than me. At least she was more legal that Claire.

"Hey, I take offense to that," Quil whined.

"You should," Embry chuckled.

I snorted and tried to focus on the horizon, willing my heart to stop pounding so hard. An image of her face when I ground into her flashed through my mind, making me groan.

"Dude. Paul. We did NOT want to see that," Embry flinched.

"Sorry," I grunted, "I'm trying."

"Not hard enough," Leah gagged.

"So when is Jake—"

"Right here," Jake's voice thundered through our minds. He looked back at a house I recognized as Ina's and took off, letting us know he would be with us in a few minutes. I snarled when Quil replayed my thoughts to Jake, but it was too late.

"Aww, look at Pauly bringing his kill to his mate like a good little puppy," he cooed.

"That bear had it coming," I grunted.

"She almost had it coming," Quil snickered. Sam snarled at him and told us to shut up, that we were getting close. Everyone quieted down as the sickly sweet scent of leech flooded our nostrils, so strong that it made our eyes water. We slowed once we realized Jake was no longer with us and turned back to see him frozen behind us, his eyes wide.

"What's up, Jake?" Sam questioned, padding over to him. When Jake didn't answer, Sam butted him gently with his snout until Jake shook his head.

"Earth to Jake, Earth to Jake, anyone alive in there?" Jared chuckled, swatting Jake's nose with his paw. Jake turned to Sam and we all felt the abrupt sense of emptiness as they cut us off to relate their thoughts to each other.

"Owch, man," Embry winced, lowering his belly to the ground. Leah whimpered but the two alphas ignored her until they were finished. We all sighed with relief when the connection was brought back to us, the familiar warmth flooding through us. Sam nodded at Jake before turning to us. Jake's thoughts were a jumbled mixture, images of Ina and Bella flashing through his head so quickly they were almost molded together.

"What is it, Jake?" Quil asked, licking Jake's snout for reassurance. Jake bowed his head before looking back up at us. His gaze wondered over each other pack, his eyes hard with worry. They landed on me and I stopped whacking Jared with my tail and paid attention.

"It's Bella," he sighed, his voice heavy with defeat. I padded up to him and butted him in the shoulder.

"You go home, man. Or better yet, go back to Ina's. We'll take care of this," I said, forgetting that I was a wolf as I attempted to smile. Quil burst out laughing in his head and Embry flinched a little.

"That was the creepiest thing I've ever seen," he teased. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Jake, butting him again when he didn't reply. He looked at Sam for confirmation, and when Sam nodded he was gone in a flash. Sam watched him for a moment before turning to the rest of us.

"Embry, phase back and call Cullen. Quil, Jared, and Leah go after the other three leeches. Paul, you're with me," he ordered.

"We going after the bitch?" I growled. Sam nodded once and took off. I quickly followed behind, for once relishing in the scent of vampire. Sam might have been bigger, but I was faster, and he let me lead as we raced toward the kill.

"No killing, Paul," Sam growled in warning.

I smirked and continued running.