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Chapter One: Where Is My Mind?
"It was a close call this time," a familiar voice said. It was similar to the one I remembered, but there was something off about it.
"Yeah, well, I thought he would have learned his lesson by now. The idiot thinks he's invincible. He was less than five miles out, he could have called for back-up." A girl this time. She was different too. Less.. angry, despite her words.
"You know that's not the way he does things. There's no point getting on his back about it, he's' just going to shut us down. He never listens."
I tried to open my eyes, but the strain was the equivalent to lifting a car over my shoulder. A strangled groan left my throat with the effort.
"Shh... he's waking up," the first voice said. "Jake? Jacob, man, can you hear me?" I knew that voice – Embry. Why did he sound so weird?
"Ngh... Em?" I managed. Hey, it was hard to talk. You try being articulate when it felt like your head had been trapped under a boulder.
"Yeah, it's me, man. How are you feeling?" My eyes managed to open this time, and the blurry image of my best friend hovered in my line of vision. I blinked twice, three times, before I could start making out some definite shapes. It was all wrong. I shook my head slightly, instantly regretting it. I moaned again in pain.
"Don't try to move, you're still pretty busted up," the female voice, Leah, said. My vision started to clear, and I looked to Embry again. He didn't look right. He had a shadow of stubble across his jaw, and his hair was longer than the last time I'd seen him. He had a jagged scar beside his right ear, and he was looking at me like he was afraid I'd jump out of the bed and eat him.
"When did you grow a beard?" was the first thing I said. Embry's eyes registered confusion and he absently stroked the hairs of his chin and looked at me.
"Uh...I don't know, Jake, Freshman year?" he said. I squeezed my eyes shut briefly before I looked around the room. It smelled... strange. Like a hospital, but worse. The tinge of bleach and disinfectant stung my nose, there was an undercurrent of familiarity there, too, and I struggled to make out anything else.
"Where am I?" I asked. Embry's eyes darted behind him nervously.
"You don't know?" he said, and Leah stepped into view. She looked different too. Her hair, which she had cropped short when she started phasing, cascaded down her back. Her body didn't have the same hard angles and athletic build I was used to seeing. Leah had... curves. She looked like a real girl again. Not that I was going to say that. She'd probably kick my ass.
"When you're done checking out my rack, Jake, my eyes are up here," she scowled. Same old Leah.
I looked around the room again, trying to find the answer to Embry's question. I didn't. This room was one I'd never been in before. The walls were painted a light, forest green colour, with a light grey band around the middle. There was a vase of flowers by the window and the drapes were the same metallic grey that was on the walls. It was a home, I could tell that much. It was too quiet to be a hospital and the familiar smell I'd picked up earlier was all wolf.
"Sorry, guys... no idea," I finally said. Em shot Leah another worried glance before she stepped closer to the bed.
"Jake, this is your home, don't you recognise it?" I really didn't. Had Billy redecorated?
"How long was I out?" I said, furrowing my brow at them in confusion.
"About three days," Embry answered. "You had us really worried there for a while."
"Yeah, give us some warning before you take on three vamps single handed," Leah admonished.
"It was one vamp, and I was saving you. You're welcome, by the way," I retorted. So this is what I get for jumping in to drag a newborn off of her? Leah's nose wrinkled at that.
"Saving me? What do you mean? I was in Seattle at the conference. They couldn't have touched me." I didn't know what the hell she was going on about. Conference?
"The newborn, you went for it by yourself and I took the hit for you. What conference?"
My friends shared a fearful look between them.
"Guys?" I looked to each of them for an answer.
Leah sat down on the edge of the bed and studied me carefully.
"Jake, tell me the last thing you remember," she said tentatively. I didn't know why she sounded so nervous, I figured I was doing pretty well for someone who had just woken up after a three-day nap.
"We were fighting in the clearing, a vamp was ready to take you out, so I dove in and he got a hold on me. It all gets a little hazy after that." Suddenly I remembered what had happened just before I arrived in the clearing. A warm contentment bloomed in my chest.
Bella had kissed me – really kissed me, and she had enjoyed it. I could tell. I felt the way her body had melted into mine and the way her heart sped up as I wrapped her little body in my arms. I could still hear the breathy groans coming from her lips as I claimed them for my own. I knew she had finally admitted to herself how she felt about me. I needed to see her, though, to be sure. There was no way she could marry Cullen when I had made her feel that way. We were connected now, and she knew it. We were going to be together, and I'd give her everything I'd promised myself I would. Marriage. A family. The whole deal. I just needed to see her.
"Where's Bella?" I asked, looking between the two of them. "You should tell her I'm awake, I really need to see her," I said hopefully. I was getting theses stupid butterflies in my stomach at the thought of looking into her eyes again soon.
You are such a pussy, Black.
Embry and Leah's faces registered shock for a long moment before they looked to each other.
"Uh, sorry, man... Bella's not here," Embry began. I could tell there was something huge they were keeping from me and I was starting to get frustrated.
"Well call her, then. She wouldn't just stay away when I've been hurt. She'd want to know I'm okay." My face broke into a smile before I said my next words. "She kissed me, man. I think she finally realised she's in love with me." Embry's gaze averted quickly away from me and I heard a strangled gasp coming from Leah. She turned away from me before I could look at her face and made her way to the door.
"I'm going to get the doc," she excused. "Think it's time he checked you over." Just like that, she was gone. I looked back to Embry for a hint as to what the hell was going on. My head was throbbing and I felt like my arm had been broken, but had since healed. It felt heavy and tender to move.
"Em, what the hell is happening?" I pleaded. I was really starting to feel like I'd lost my shit. "What aren't you telling me? Why isn't Bella here?" Suddenly a stab of dread pierced through my chest.
She'd kissed me. I knew what she felt, there was no way she'd go back to the leech after what had happened between us. Bella wasn't a liar and she loved me and Cullen both too much to live as one. There had to be another explanation.
"Dude, tell me it's not what I think it is, tell me she didn't go back to the leech!" my voice grew louder as I spoke, and my breath caught in my throat, turning my words into a coughing fit. Guess I have a few broken ribs, too.
"Jake, calm down, we'll explain everything once the doc has checked you over. Everything's going to be okay." He was staring at a spot beyond me and refusing to meet my eye. I think he was trying to reassure himself more than me at this point.
Just then , the door Leah had just left through swung open, and a woman I'd never seen before came barelling in.
"Jake!" she screeched. "Thank God you're awake! You had us all so worried!" She flung herself in a kneeling position by the bed and took my nearest hand, kissing it tenderly. I looked carefully at her tear-streaked face for something familiar. Nothing.
"Uh, sorry, miss... do I know you?" Her eyes met mine and she shot me a wide smile before giggling. She was really pretty, Native, with big brown eyes, a short, pixie hair-cut and a golden-russet colour to her skin. She had a cute, friendly face and she was of slim build, but I still had no clue how we supposedly knew each other.
"Very funny, Jake. You weren't the one climbing the walls, hoping you'd be okay. Can I get you anything?" I looked to Embry for help and he just eyed me warily.
"I'm really sorry, but I have no idea who you are..." I said carefully. The strange girl searched my eyes for honesty and she furrowed her brow in hurt.
"Jake, it's me... Maya... your girlfriend?" She looked down at her hand and smiled wistfully before holding it up by her face. "Well... fiancée, actually. As of one month today!" My eyes zeroed in on her left ring finger and I grasped her hand in mine, pulling it closer to my face. My eyes widened in shock as I took in the sight of my mother's engagement ring.
"Where did you get this?" I barked, probably too harshly. She flinched back and pulled her hand out of my grasp.
"You gave it to me, Jake... last month... don't you remember?" her eyes were brimming in tears, and I felt a tinge of guilt, but the fact was I had no idea who the hell this girl in front of me was.
"I'm sorry... uh, Maya... I've never seen you before in my life." Embry was just sat, dumbfounded, watching the exchange take place. He managed to snap out of his reverie and lay a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder.
"Come on, Maya, lets give him some rest. He just woke up, he's probably feeling confused right now. We can come back later when he's feeling more like himself." Her eyes never left mine as he guided her away. She was looking at me with a mixture of hurt and betrayal and I had to look away from her. I felt bad that she felt like she knew me, but my memory was obviously hazy and I had no recollection of meeting the girl, never mind proposing. Besides. I'm sixteen, there's no way I'd be getting married yet – and certainly not to anyone but Bella.
Briefly left alone, I looked around, attempting to take in my surroundings. The bed I was lying on was comfortable, and surprisingly my feet didn't dangle off the edge like I'm used to. The pillows were cosy and I really did feel at home here. Only thing was, my bedroom was nothing like it had been before. It was bigger, for a start, with a built-in wardrobe facing the window and a dresser with a large mirror in the corner. None of the furniture was anything I recognised. I started to doubt whether what Embry said was true – had it really only been three days? I felt like I was waking up after years, and my whole world had changed during my sleep. My friends looked different, I apparently had a girlfriend I had no memory of, everyone was acting weird around me and no-one would tell me where Bella was. I looked to the wall opposite the bed where a photo collage was hung. Leaning forward in the bed carefully, I winced in pain, clutching my ribs before thinking better of it and trying to squint from where I was.
There were several photos of me and the guys which I recognised. They looked pretty faded and some had curled around the edges. There was one of my Dad and I that I didn't remember being taken. He had a birthday cake on his lap and a wide smile on his face, ready to blow out the candles. My vision wasn't back to its full definition for me to be able to make out what it said on the cake, or how many candles – but my Dad looked older too. His hair had more streaks of grey in it than I remembered and he had a few more lines on his face. Something was definitely up.
I let my gaze travel onwards over more photos. There was one of Embry, Quil and I drinking beers on a sunny day outside the door of my garage, sitting on up-turned crates and smiling and waving at the camera. In another, Paul and I were locked in an arm-wrestling match while the rest of our friends cheered us on in the background. Next was a picture of me taken on the beach, but the focus of the image wasn't me at all, it was the little boy on my shoulders. He looked to be about four or five – definitely Quileute. He had his little. pudgy hands tangled in my hair, and both our faces were split open in laughter. I had a protective grasp on his legs, keeping him in place. Whoever took the photo was a lot shorter than I was, as we were both looking down into the lens.
I flinched back when I caught sight of myself with the girl from earlier, Maya, locked in a passionate kiss. I had my arm around her waist, and my hand in her hair, tilting her head how I wanted it possessively. My stomach twisted at that. I looked happy, but it felt wrong seeing myself with someone I didn't know. Someone who wasn't Bella. I looked excitedly over the rest of the collage, seeking a picture of her out. My heart sank when I couldn't find a single one.
Why the hell wouldn't I have a photo of Bella up here? Even if it had been a few months or even a year since I'd seen her, I'd still want a keepsake of her in my life. I had to face the reality that she had gone back to the leech - it was the only explanation for why we weren't together. Squeezing my eyes shut, I could feel a painful lurching in my chest. Bella was really gone, and I had no idea how long it had been. Did we still keep in touch? The lack of evidence of her in the room pointed to no. It was too painful to bear thinking about. I can believe I'd failed.
I wasn't left to wallow too long, when the disgusting stench of vampire found my nostrils. My entire body tensed for attack, and I winced in pain once again. I really needed to stop moving so damn much. What the fuck was a leech doing in my house? I stumbled to my feet, feeling disoriented as I seemed to be higher off the ground than I was used to. Was I taller? My head hitting off the lamp shade on the ceiling answered my internal question. What the hell?
I was growling already when Leah appeared in the doorway with none other than Carlisle Cullen. The shaking in my body increased as I growled as dangerously as I could, right in his face.
"Who gives you permission to break the treaty, Cullen?" I spat. His marble expression contorted into a frown and he looked to Leah, who just held out her hands towards me in a gesture that seemed to say 'See what I mean?'.
The doctor cleared his throat unnecessarily – I hated when they did human things like that, like when Edward used to sigh patronisingly at me. They didn't need to do these things; why bother pretending around us when we knew exactly what they were?
"Jacob, it has been an amendment to the treaty for some time now that my wife and I be allowed across the perimeter when a member of your pack is in need of medical attention."
I raised a disbelieving eyebrow and shot Leah a glare where she stood beside him.
"He's telling the truth, Jake. He's the only doctor who knows what we are and can treat us properly," she confirmed. I sat down heavily on the bed, looking at them both. Had Sam agreed to this? I couldn't believe that my Alpha would allow something like this happen easily.
"Sam let them cross the treaty line, lay their hands on us, and you're all okay with this?" I checked.
"It wasn't totally his idea, but yeah. We need a doctor, you more than ever right now," she said, taking a step closer to me and locking me in her gaze. "You need to let Dr. Cullen examine you now, Jake."
An angry snarl rose from my chest at her. "No fucking way is a leech touching me!" I backed up on the bed, as if that would stop him if he really wanted to. Leah's eyes searched mine and she frowned. She squared her shoulders and folded her arms.
"Look, Black, you know as well as I do that something's very wrong here. You're not remembering major stuff, and you're really not acting like yourself either you get checked out or we leave you wondering what the hell's going on and where Bella is. Your choice."
Fuck. She had me there. I really needed to know what was happening to me, and she seemed to know how to find Bella if I wanted to. I slumped my shoulders in defeat and huffed out a sigh.
"Fine, but nothing weird," I said, shooting the doctor a sidelong glance.
"I assure you, Jacob, your blood holds no appeal for me," he replied soothingly. I didn't feel very soothed. I sat stock-still on the edge of the bed as he went through his medical case. He took out one of those little torches and came towards me, holding his hand up to touch the side of my face. I flinched back, glaring at him.
"I just want to examine your pupils, Jacob, and ask you a few questions. Is that alright?" he asked. My patience was really starting to fray. "Nothing weird, I assure you." I looked at him a long moment before nodding. His hand was like a freakin' icicle, and I sucked in a breath as he touched me. He shone the torch in both my eyes before asking me lame questions any idiot would know.
"What's your full name?"
"Jacob Ephraim Black," I answered. Obviously.
"Can you tell me your date of birth?" he asked, as he moved over various parts of my torso, checking bandages and bruising.
"January 14th, 1990"
"What year is it now, Jacob?"
"2006," I answered, trying not to sigh. He was helping me, the least I could do was comply. I didn't miss the look shared between Leah and Carlisle.
"And, who is the current president?"
"George Bush. Look, are any of these questions meant to tell me anything?" I said frustratedly.
Carlisle made a ritual of putting the little torch back in his bag and straightening up to look at me. He turned to Leah briefly, saying "You were right to be concerned," before turning his attention back to me, his supposed patient. He did one of those annoying sighs again and looked me in the eye.
"Jacob, it appears you sustained quite a serious head injury in your incident with the vampires in the woods," he began. I frowned again. I had no memory of any vampires in the woods, just the newborn battle.
"The reason for my seemingly tedious questions was to establish your mental state at this time," he continued formally. "It seems that you have suffered a large amount of memory loss, and regressed back to the year 2006, when you were sixteen years old, best friend of Bella Swan and a member of Sam's pack." I looked between them frantically, waiting for the punchline. It wasn't coming.
"What do you mean, 'regressed'? How far back have I gone? What year is it?" There was an uncomfortable silence punctuated only by my own rapid breathing and heartbeat, as I tried to make sense of what the hell was going on.
"Jacob, the year is 2015. You are twenty-five years old."
A/N: Hey there! Let me just start by saying that Not Your Type will still be finished, I just had this plot bunny running around in my head for a few weeks, but it didn't really take shape until today. I had to write it down before I forgot my ideas and they were lost. I'm posting the beginning just because I want to see if it's worth continuing.
This is a J/B story, but as readers of Not Your Type already know, I like to take my characters on somewhat of a journey before they find their true happiness. Jacob has a lot to find out about himself and the missing nine years of his life. I hope you'll join him for the ride!
Also, I have no experience or qualifications with Amnesia or serious head injuries. Anything you see here or in the future is purely Hollywood flare I've picked up from watching too many films and TV dramas, or from the fact-checking I can do online, If anything is completely wrong, don't hesitate to let me know, but please remember that this is a fictional story set in a fictional world of vampires and werewolves, so a little artistic license is allowed I think...
Lastly, I can't begin to tell you how important reviews are to an author. Many times when I didn't feel like updating NYT, I just had to click on my reviews and my motivation returned. If you want to know how Jake gets his girl, start clicking the button!