Well, here it is... the sequel to Turn to Stone. I wanted to finish Have a Little Faith before I committed to this. I hope that you all enjoy Stone Cold as much as TtS and that I don't disappoint.

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Stone Cold

Chapter 1 – Oh

I love you oh so well
Like a kid loves candy and fresh snow
I love you oh so well
Enough to fill up heaven overflow and fill hell
Love you oh so well

Dave Matthews

I end the call and place the phone back in the case that is clipped to my belt. "He's so excited," I say with a laugh.

Bella reaches across the console of her Maxima and squeezes my knee. "He isn't the only one," she says with a knowing smile.

I am excited. My brother's garage opens today. Well, in truth, it's been open for a few weeks, but this is the 'Grand Opening.' Jacob is over the moon. It's a dream come true for him. He's been planning this day for years.

I remember when I met him and his mother, Billie.

It was just after my... our father died. I found that life insurance policy and those trust papers in that safe in Father's office and my life changed. I had no idea that Father had another family that he had supported for almost twenty years.

I could have been angry. I could have made their lives difficult. I could have done a lot of horrible things. I could have been my father. But I'm not my father, so I did the right thing. I gave them the money and they gave me their acceptance.

That's not to say that the road to becoming brothers in all senses of the word has been easy. Jacob still doesn't understand why I have such animosity toward Father. I still can't comprehend that the asshole had a heart and actually loved someone besides himself. Jacob and I have agreed to disagree. We don't talk about it.

This day has been a long time coming. Jacob finished business school a year ago. He worked for A-1 Automotive in Forks while he was in school and for about six months after he graduated before finding a piece of land about five miles outside of the Quileute Reservation. It's near the house where he grew up.

He called me the day that he saw the 'for sale' sign go up on the lot. I drove the almost two hours to meet him and a realtor at the site. I could see how excited he was about the prospect of building a state-of-the-art garage there. He talked so animatedly about how he could get business from the reservation as well as from town. He said that it was just perfect. I thought he was right, but that the price was a little high.

In the end, he bought it for the asking price and didn't bat an eye. When I voiced my disapproval he shrugged and told me that it was just money. He could make more; very un-father-like.

The construction company broke ground three months ago. Jacob quit his job and devoted all of his time to making sure that everything was perfect. He travelled all over Washington to find the best equipment. He interviewed countless mechanics. He had hoped to get a couple of guys from the reservation, to maybe bring in business. Unfortunately, it didn't happen. There was still some prejudice toward him and Billie because of our father.

Jacob opened the doors three weeks ago. It took a few days, but people began to come. Then it happened.

I was there going over some incorporation papers with Jacob when the young Native American girl came in. I glanced up when I saw the movement, but went back to the papers. Jacob, on the other hand, looked up and never looked away. When I finally noticed that he wasn't paying any attention to me anymore, I looked at his face. He was staring slack jawed out into the reception area. That's when I turned and got a good look at the girl.

I have to admit, she was beautiful; this coming from the man who's married to the most beautiful woman in the world. I can see why Jacob's ADD kicked in. He didn't say a word to me as he stepped around me and out of the room. I watched with a smirk as he approached the girl, who was talking to Tyler. He motioned for Tyler to go back to work and took over the consultation.

It took him almost half an hour to finally come back to the office. By then, I had logged onto his computer and was looking through the pre-voir dire cards that Rosalie had scanned and emailed to me the day before. I looked up and just shook my head.

"Well?" I asked.

"Well, what?" he asked as he picked up the incorporation papers. "So where do I sign?"

"Oh, hell no," I said as I closed the file and my email. "You're not getting off that easy. Tyler had that situation under control. You went out there for a reason. Spill it, Jacob."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he replied, but I could see the color fill his cheeks.

"What's her name and please tell me that you got her phone number."

"Her name is Leah Clearwater and yes, I got her number. I have to be able to call her when the work is done."

"And that's the only reason you're going to call her?"

He looked up at me and smiled. "I can probably think of other reasons to call her."

Jacob called her that night. They went on their first date the following Friday. They've been almost inseparable for almost a month now.

That's not to say that there haven't been some issues.

Jacob isn't exactly the most popular person on the res. It has absolutely nothing to do with Jacob himself. Most people there don't even know him; they just know of him and his mother. They've heard the rumors, most of which are not true.

If Leah's father, Harry Clearwater, were alive, she and Jacob probably wouldn't have been allowed to see each other. But Sue Clearwater, Leah's mother, and Billie had been close friends. Sue knows that the rumors aren't true. She knows that Jacob and Billie are good people. She not only approves of the relationship... she encourages it.

As Bella and I pull into the parking lot of the garage, I can barely see the top of Jacob's head through the crowd. There are balloons and streamers everywhere. The local radio station is set up to do a remote broadcast, so the air is filled with music. We open the doors of the car and the scent of grilled burgers enters, making my mouth water. I see Billie sitting at a table handing out tickets. Jacob is raffling off two vintage motorcycles that he restored when he was in school.

Bella finds her dad and my mom on the outskirts of the crowd. I know how this type of situation still bothers her. She's gotten better about having me behind her. She doesn't mind when I put my arms around her and pull her to me for a hug. But other people... not so much. She still has panic attacks if someone she doesn't know stands too closely behind her. I leave her with Charlie and Mom as I try to make my way to Jacob.

I throw my hand up and wave to my brother, who's surrounded by a crowd. Most of the people are from Forks, some are from Peninsula College where Jacob received his degrees, but scant few are from the reservation. He waves back at me with the spatula.

As I make my way through the crowd, I see Leah standing to Jacob's right. She's cheerfully handing out food. I watch as Jacob leans out from behind the grill and kisses her on top of the head; something else we seem to have inherited. She smiles up at him. Their expressions are pleasantly familiar. They look at each other like Bella and I do. They're in love.

As I get closer I hear Jacob call out, "Hey, guys, let my brother through."

Several heads turn and look at me suspiciously. Jacob and I get strange looks a lot; especially when we call each other 'brother.' It's hard for people to reconcile that a tall, skinny, ginger-haired, white boy (Cynthia's description not mine) is even related to an much taller, broad-shouldered, dark-haired, dark-skinned, behemoth like Jacob, much less his brother. But after seeing us together for five minutes, with our too-similar-to-be-a-coincidence tics and expressions, people start to say that they see it.

I break through the crowd and walk around the grill to shake Jacob's hand. He pulls me into a hug, pounding me soundly on the back.

"Hi, Leah," I say when Jacob finally releases me.

"We're so glad you could make it, Edward," she says. "Where's Bella?"

"She's not great with crowds. She found Charlie and my mom." I point to the outskirts of the frenzy. Mom and Bella wave to me.

"That still weirds you out, doesn't it?" Jacob asks.

"I'm... getting better with it," I reply slowly. Not long after the Cavanaugh trial my mom and Bella's dad started officially dating. About six months ago, Mom bought a house in Forks to be closer to him.

"She's really happy. It's probably the first time she's been happy in decades."

"I know," I mumble.

"That's the only reason you're trying to be okay with it, isn't it?"

"Yep," I say with a pop. "Can we not talk about it?"

"They're both adults..."

"Not talking about it," I almost scream. I reach into the cooler at Jacob's feet and take out a Sprite.

"Not talking about it won't make it go away," Jacob teases. He slaps me hard on the back causing me to spill my drink. "Just think, Ed, we could have a much younger brother or sister real soon." He laughs hysterically at my expression. I seriously don't want to think about my mom and Charlie having kids.

I swap the Sprite from my right hand to my left and shake off the sticky liquid. "For God's sake, they're in their sixties!" I exclaim as I wipe my hand on my jeans.

"I saw an article on-line about a woman having a baby at sixty-one."

I turn to see who said that. A Native American boy, he couldn't be more than fifteen or sixteen, is smirking at me. He looks familiar, but I can't put my finger on it. I had a similar response the first time I saw Jacob. This reaction gives me a moment's pause.

"Hey, Seth," Jacob says. "This is my brother, Edward. Edward, this is Leah's little brother... Seth."

Ah, I think, that's why he looks familiar. What a relief!

"It's nice to meet you," I say as I extend my hand.

He shakes my hand and asks, "You're the lawyer, right?"

"Yes, I am."

"You did the Cavanaugh case, right?"

"Well," I start, "I was involved, but I didn't actually 'do' the case."

"You're the one who figured it out, though. I followed the whole thing!"

"The kid wants to be a lawyer too," Jacob says as he motions toward Seth with the spatula.

"It's a noble profession. But I don't really do much 'lawyering' anymore."

"Really? After that case I figured that you'd be turning business away," Seth says with an expression of disbelief.

"I found that I could make a bigger difference in another capacity. I help other attorneys with jury selection and I do some mediation work."

During my eighteen month suspension, I started working with Rosalie at the D.A.'s office. I helped them during voir dire or jury selection. I found that I enjoyed the process. I took some psychology and sociology classes at U Dub; not enough to earn a degree, but enough to understand human nature.

Cynt, on the other hand, went several steps further. I could never convince her to go to law school, but she took one psychology class with me and was hooked. She received her degree in psychology last year and is a year into her master's degree.

We went into business together a month after she graduated. A law degree isn't necessary to be a mediator, so Cynt and I split the work. It doesn't hurt that she has a background in private investigation. Together, we've built one of the most sought after jury selection and mediation practices in the area, Williams and Masen. She refused to take second billing; I refused to argue. After all, Cynthia Williams saved my life... more than once.

"Sounds boring," Seth says with a frown.

"Ever watch 'Jerry Springer'?" I ask. He nods. I smirk. "Mediation is far from boring."

"Okay, okay, enough bothering Edward. Get back to work," Jacob says to Seth. I watch the boy's face fall.

"Hey," I say as take out a business card, "if you ever want to watch jury selection and a trial, give me a call. I'm sure that Rosalie wouldn't mind if you sat in."

His eyes light up. "Thanks!" he exclaims as he takes the card.

"Seth... work!" Jacob points to the garage.

"Okay, okay. Jeez." The boy trudges away.

"You shouldn't encourage him like that," Jacob mutters.

"Why not?"

"Edward, he's dyslexic and his grades are crap. He'll be lucky to get into a trade school."

"You don't know that," I say defensively. "Being dyslexic doesn't mean that he's not smart. It just means that he has to work harder. You never know... he could be the greatest attorney ever. Don't discount him just because he has a learning issue."

"I tell him that all the time," Leah says. "Seth can be anything that he wants to be."

"I didn't say that he couldn't. I just think that he needs... we all need to be realistic. He should have a trade to fall back on. What happens when we no longer need lawyers?"

"We'll always need lawyers," I say with a roll of my eyes.

"Let's say that we don't. What will people still need?" He waits for us to answer. When we don't, he huffs and shakes his head. "Transportation. We will always need transportation... vehicles. Learning to be a top-notch mechanic is a guaranteed profession. We will always be needed and there are too few of us now. He should focus on that."

"You don't believe in him," Leah whispers.

Jacob places the spatula he's been using to emphasize his point on the platter next to the grill. He wraps his arms around Leah and says, "Sweetheart, I love Seth like he were my brother too. I know that he's smart. I see him working. He picks everything up so quickly. But I also see him struggling with his school work. College is hard; law school is harder. I just think that he should focus on something that he's good at and that could make him a living."

Leah sighs. "I know you're right, but I don't want him to stop dreaming."

"None of us do," I say. "I'm serious about him watching a trial. He should call me. I think that he'd love it."

"Thank you, Edward."

I look past the crowd and find Bella. She smiles and points toward the radio broadcast van. That's when I notice the song they're playing; "Oh" by Dave Matthews. I smile and find Bella's eyes. She mouths, I miss you. I pat Jacob on the back and tell him that I'll talk to him later. I push through the growing crowd and find my wife.

I wrap her in my arms and whisper to her, "'I love you oh so well."

"Yes, you do," she whispers back.

I look at her perfect face and trace the line of her lips with my finger. "You're beautiful today."

"As opposed to every other day," she teases.

"Every day that you allow me to love you is a day that you grow more and more beautiful."

"You silver tongued devil," she says with a smile.

"You like my tongue," I mumble as I lean in to kiss her.

"I love your tongue," she says as our lips meet.

I hear Charlie clear his throat. I break the kiss and turn toward my father-in-law and my mother.

"I know that you're married, but she's still my little girl," he says with a raised eyebrow.

"And she's my mother," I say as I look down at their joined hands.

Charlie blushes and says, "Point taken."

"How's Jacob?" my mother asks. It's been a while in the making, but Mom has finally come to some kind of peace about Jacob and Billie. I think that she just needed to find someone who loves and respects her. She needed someone to make her happy. As uncomfortable as it still makes me, Charlie is that person. I have to admit, he's good to her. He treats her like a queen. I guess I couldn't ask for a better potential step-father... I just wish he wasn't also my father-in-law. It's like a bad redneck joke.

"He's over-the-moon," I say with a laugh. "You should go say 'hi.' Billie's handing out raffle tickets."

"We're kind of waiting for the crowd to thin out," Charlie says as he looks around the parking lot. "We may be waiting a while."

"We thought that we got here early, but it's been like this for an hour or more," Mom replies. "That's a good sign, right?"

"I think so," I say as I too look around.

"Why don't you get the chairs out of the truck, Charlie? Edward can help."

"That's the only reason you keep us 'men-folk' around... the heavy lifting," Charlie teases. He kisses my mother on the cheek before motioning for me to follow him. I cut my eyes toward Bella. She's smirking at me. She doesn't think it's weird at all.

Charlie and I set up the chairs on the outskirts of the crowd. Several people come by to speak to Charlie and my mother. A few of Bella's friends from high school who still live in the area stop to catch up with her. No one speaks of the rape; I'm grateful that we're finally putting it behind us.

It's well into the afternoon when the crowd finally starts to disperse. Jacob comes over and pulls Bella into a hug.

"Hey, sis. Have you been keeping him in line?"

"Barely," she teases. "You know that's a full time job. Today has been amazing, Jacob. I'm so proud!"

"We're all proud for you, Jacob," Mom says.

Jacob looks at my mother and smiles. "Thanks, Elizabeth, that means a lot. And thank you for being here. It's nice to have family here to share this with me."

Mother smiles shyly. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world, Jacob." She glances behind him. "I should go say 'hi' to Billie."

"I think that she'd like that," he replies. Jacob and I have talked about how uncomfortable his mother still feels around my mother. Billie doesn't know how Elizabeth could ever forgive her. I think it's a testament to Mom's character that she can. In any case, Mom tries her best to put them both at ease. She's truly not angry anymore. If anything, she's happy that I have more people to love me and take care of me.

Jacob turns back to us. "Well, I think this was a success. I might just be able to make a go of this after all."

"I have no doubt that you will be extremely successful," Leah says as she wraps her arms around him from behind. "There were even a few people from the res here. Did you see Sam?"

"Who's Sam?" I ask.

"He's the sheriff on the reservation."

Jacob frowns and says, "He and Leah used to date."

"That was a long time ago; before I met you." Leah stands on her tip-toes and kisses Jacob's cheek. "You're the only man for me, love bunny."

Jacob's eyes go wide. "Love bunny?" I exclaim. "Seriously? Love bunny? Oh my God, I'm so using that!"

He lunges for me and I duck under his arms as I leap from my chair. "Too slow, too slow! And I thought bunnies were fast." I take off in a full sprint as Jacob chases me.

~*~*~* SC *~*~*~

It's been almost a month since Jacob's Grand Opening. By all accounts, the garage is a huge success. Jacob and his crew do quality work and their prices are far more reasonable than the other places in Forks and on the res. He's even managed to hire a couple of Seth's friends to work part-time after school.

I've been with Rosalie most of the day seating the jury for a rape case that she's prosecuting. We stopped by the Judge's Chambers afterward for a drink (she had a drink... I had a Sprite) and to discuss how she was thinking about proceeding with this one. After a rocky start, Rosalie and I have come to a professional understanding; she's a bitch and I'm useful. She finally, after many years of working together, realizes that I do have a lot of experience defending criminals; therefore, I'm a useful ally to keep in her pocket. I realize that she's always going to treat me like a bastard, no matter how much I help her. It's our own special kind of friendship. We don't really like each other, but we work together and play nice for the sakes of our spouses.

I'm finally on my way home to my lovely bride when my cell phone rings. I touch the hands-free button on my steering wheel and answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Edward?" the voice on the other line says through her sobs.

"Billie, is that you?"

"Oh, God, Edward, you have to come. He's been arrested."

"What? Who? Billie, you aren't making any sense. What's happened?"

"Jacob's been arrested. You have to come and help him."

"Why has he been arrested? What's the charges?"

"Oh, Edward, it's awful. He's been arrested for murder. You have to come."

"I'm on my way." I disconnect the call and immediately command the car to call "home." It rings twice before Bella answers.

"Did you and Rose have fun?" she asks forgoing the customary greeting.

"No more than usual. I have to go to Forks. Can you be ready in five minutes? I need you to stay with Billie."

"Slow down, Edward. What's going on?"

"I'm sorry. Jacob has been arrested. Billie called me for help."

"Arrested? Why?"

"I don't have all the details. All Billie could tell me was that he is in jail on a murder charge."

"Murder? Jacob? Seriously? There's no way."

"That's my thoughts exactly. I need to get to him before they start questioning him. And I need you to sit with Billie."

"Sure... of course. Have you called my dad?"

"Shit, I hadn't even thought of that. Let me do that. I'm on my way to the house."

"I'll meet you at the door. I love you."

"I love you too." I end the call and take a few deep breaths. It's been a while since I've defended a murder, but I know that the police start questioning suspects almost immediately. I know that Jacob is innocent and I know my brother. He'll tell them whatever they want to know thinking that he's clearing his name, just to have it twisted into a confession by the prosecution. I have to get there quickly to make sure that he doesn't say anything to the cops.

"Charlie," I command the car to call. After five rings, I disconnect. "Damn, where is he?" I think a minute. "Mom," I say. The phone rings four times and I'm about to disconnect when my mother breathlessly answers.

"Edward, are you on your way?"

"Mom, where are you?"

"Charlie and I are with Billie. Are you on your way?"

"Yes. I'm picking up Bella and then we'll be there. I need to talk to Charlie."

I hear my mom call Charlie to the phone. "Hi, Edward. This is bad," Charlie says as he takes the phone from my mother.

"I know. Can you get a message to Jacob? I don't want him to talk to anyone until I get there."

"Edward, we didn't pick him up. The tribal police did. He's in the jail on the res. I have no authority there."

I sit in stunned silence. "Why did they arrest him? Was he on the reservation?"

Charlie doesn't say anything for a long minute. I hear a door open and then close. When he finally speaks, it's barely above a whisper. "I don't know a lot of the details, but Leah's little brother didn't come home the night before last. He'd stayed late at the garage with Jacob working on one of the cars. Apparently, he missed his ride and decided to walk home. The last time I talked to Jacob, before he was arrested, he told me that he offered to drive Seth home, but the kid refused. Jacob was at the Clearwater's helping with the search when he was arrested. I haven't talked to him since."

"Is...?" I pause because I really don't want to know. "Charlie, who's dead?"

My worst fears are confirmed when Charlie finally says, "Seth."

Stone Cold

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