Frozen Treat: Jalil Clearwater/Nessie Black Part1

[Amorentia]

Jalil POV

Before I even saw her, I heard her. It was clear just from hearing her slurred words, she was in a bad way. There was no way I could leave her like I found her: drunk, high, and alone. What if something happened to her? How could I ever live with the haunting memory of her beautiful face knowing I left her in destraught and did nothing. That wouldn't do. Just because frozen goods have a long shelf life, doesn't mean they don't care when being handled

Nessie POV

The loneliness was threatening to take over my life. Missing Jacob was bad enough but missing Liyet was like a giant hole in my heart. I missed seeing her beautiful little face every day, it was killing me. Self-medicating with smoke, liquor and pain wasn't cutting it anymore. I wanted to hold my daughter and know that for that moment, everything was right in our world.

The air around me shimmered as I stepped onto the reservation land and I knew that the pack must have been instantly alerted to my presence. Oh freaking well. I wasn't there to fight, I just wanted to see my baby. I should be entitled to that at least. I set my shoulders and knocked on the door. Jacob was frowning as he pulled the door open. His voice was rough and angry.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I'm just here to see my daughter, that's all. I don't want to start anything." I tried to explain.
He shook his head. "Absolutely not. Not with the decisions you've been making lately and not being messed up." He looked disgusted.

"Please Jacob..."

He cut me off, holding up his hand. "Save your excuses Renesmee."

As he spoke, he nodded and I whirled around to see Sam Uley and a few members of the La Push pack, arms folded and very unhappy expressions on their faces. I heard the door slam and looked over my shoulder, Jacob had left me on the steps to face Sam, who hated my guts. Oh shit.

Sam never said much, he never had to. He had an air of authority and people did what he said or got outta the way in a hurry. I took a deep breath. "Sam, I just want to see my daughter."

He laughed. "A little late for that, isn't it? Time for you to go bloodsucker."

I stuttered and tried to explain but noone was listening. Sam took my arm and nearly dragged me over to the totem portkey. I looked at him with pleading eyes but he was having none of it. "Go." he said forcefully. With no other choice, I touched the portkey and landed back on Minx Way.

I was lost in my anger and throwing a completely childish fit, screaming bloody murder and kicking the mailbox for all I was worth when a smooth, sexy voice pulled me from what I was doing.

Jalil Clearwater was standing behind me, appraising my hissy fit and looking more than a little amused. Softly he said, "Hey, hey...Creamsicle, what did that mailbox do to you? If it was bad enough maybe I'll kick it for you." He smiled at me and I almost melted on the sidewalk.

I stopped my mailbox tirade and looked up at him. Gods he was gorgeous. "Oh hi Jalil." I brushed my hair from my face and smoothed my clothes. "Sorry you had to witness that."
"We all need to beat up a mailbox now and then." he smiled and looked down and then up at me. "It didn't hurt you back, did it?"

I grinned sheepishly at him, despite being caught acting like a damn fool. "I think I did more damage than it did. It was either the mailbox or a person, I chose the mailbox." I took a deep breath, trying to get the focus off my craziness. "So, what are you doing in this neck of the woods?"

He nodded his head back to Sara's saying, "Working." he gave me a small smile. "What has you kicking mailboxes?"

"Oh." I giggled nervously. "Shoulda figured that. I went to go see my daughter and wasn't allowed." I said the last word with distaste. "Sam escorted me off the rez." I blew out my breath, frustrated.

He bit his lip and looked down, clearly aware of the situation. He licked his lips and said, "Do you want to talk?"

I saw the knowing expression on his face and didn't want to make him uncomfortable. "I don't want to keep you if you have more important business. Or if you're not allowed to fraternize with the enemy."

He smiled brightly. "I don't really have any enemy. I wouldn't call you one, anyway. I have free time" he held up his hands "Or I can leave you to it with the mailbox. If you don't mind me using it. It's up to you. Everyone needs an ear sometime. I have two."

I grinned at him. "Two ears huh? Aren't you lucky? I think the mailbox has had enough of me for one day. Do you want to come inside?" I pointed to my house.

Jalil nodded and followed me inside, lending me his elbow so I could lean on him. I was kind of nervous having him inside my personal space, afraid I'd say or do something stupid. I turned and asked,

"Uh, do you want something to drink? I have some stuff in the fridge. Not blood or anything, I promise."

He laughed at me. "Sure. Water will be great." he stood there looking around. "You know I've never been in here before."

"There's no boogie men hiding in the closets or anything. I guarantee I'm the scariest thing in the house." I laughed nervously.

"You're not so scary. Now as much as you think." He said. Ha. If only he knew.

He followed me to the kitchen saying, "You want to get some water too?" He winked at me, clearly noting how messed up I was. "Have a drink with me." He said.

I stumbled behind him, giggling stupidly. Gah Ness, pull your head out!\

"Yeah, water sounds good." I accepted the cup from him and gulped it down noisily.
He got a paper towel and handed it to me, putting an arm around me to catch me from stumbling. "Are you good?" he asked.

I nodded at him. "I'm okay, really. Thanks." I felt bad for acting so stupid. "Been a while since anyone took care of me."

He took the cup from me and put it on the counter. "That's too long. Especially when you're not taking care of yourself." He moved a tendril of hair behind my ear, his finger brushing my ear lightly.

"Let's sit. You tell me what I can do to help take care of you tonight."

I smiled up at him. "Thanks. You're too sweet. Would you stay with me?" I quickly corrected. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to. I'm just tired of sleeping alone."

He licked his lips, looking at me with concern in his warm, brown eyes. "I can keep you company for awhile. You shouldn't be alone like this."

I stumbled over to the couch and he caught me saying, "Come on, let's sit so you don't hurt yourself."

He walked over to the couch and said, "So what have you been up to? Talk to me."

I let him lead me and sat next to him primly, not wanting to seem like a total slut bag. "I haven't been up to much really. Jacob took the baby to the rez, Kat left, so it's just me here." I sighed at the state of my life. "What about you? I'm sure you're much more interesting."

He laughed, slouching back into the couch. "I work and live with my sister. my life isn't that much more interesting." He looked around. "This is a big house to be all alone in."

I giggled, feeling just the tiniest bit vindictive against Tori who, as far as I knew, was his girlfriend. And her man was sitting on my couch keeping me company, worried about me and licking his lips at me? It brought a smile to my face for sure.

"Doesn't Tori keep you any more busy than that?" I said innocently.

"Little Bit? No, we're... no.... no....." So that was a no on being with Tori? I couldn't say I blamed him for wanting to shake her off.

He took my arm gently, looking at fingerlike bruising on my upper arm and looked at me questioningly.

I sighed. "I forget how it all looks to normal people. It's like second nature anymore." I nodded to my bruises.

"Did Jacob do that?" Jalil asked, brows furrowed.

"Oh no, he gets mad at me but he's never hit me." I shook my head. "He's not that type of person."

"Whose doing this, sweetie?" he touched another bruise on my neck. "Bruising a peach is never a good thing."

"It's V." I stopped, trying to force myself not to look upset. He must not know how it was between us. I thought everyone knew. "That's how it is with him." I explained.

"Hey," he touched my chin bringing my eyes to his. "Whats going on? You're too sweet for this, Creamsicle."

I smiled at his silly nickname for me. But then again, compared to Slugger, Lil Bit, Firecracker and Scrumptious, Creamsicle wasn't all that bad, I decided.

"It's okay, he's not abusing me or anything. It's consentual. After everything happened with Jacob, I realized how wrong I am for him, imprint or no. Peni lives without her imprinted. Jacob will learn to do it too."

Jalil looked confused. "I won't even pretend to understand Imprinted. But... I don't know. So you like that? The rough stuff?" His voice was more concerned than sexual.

I shrugged, knowing he would probably never understand. "I guess. It's hard to explain. It's like, when you know you messed up and you deserve to be punished for it. I deserve to be punished."

He shook his head, leaning back more. "How do you figure that?"

My mouth hung open in shock, hardly believing what I was hearing. Here he was giving me the benefit of the doubt that I certainly did not deserve. "You know what happened Jalil. You were there with Sam. I killed Jacob! I know he was sent back, for whatever reason. Because of my actions, someone I love was hurt very badly. Noone trusts me anymore, for good reason."

"I was here. I run with my Pack. You're right," he put an arm around the couch by me. "I know what happened. But, I think intentions count for a lot. It wasn't like Jacob was telling you 'no please don't bite me.' I think he kind of liked it, till it got him killed."
I looked up at him, tears in my eyes. "He's happier now though, isn't he? He's with his people like he always wanted to be. Liyet will be raised with the Quileute ways. It's good for him." I shook my head, like I was trying to convince both of us.

He pulled me into a hug with one arm, sadness in his voice. "He's not self distructing. But happy would not be the word I would use."

I leaned into him, inhaling his scent. He smelled good, like earth and sweat and some delicious cologne. I was a soggy, slobbering, tottering, messed up mess and I was sorry he had to see me like this. "I didn't invited you in for a pity party." I said, trying to lighten the mood and kid with him.

He smiled down at me. "No, I came in to make sure you're okay." He brushed the hair from my forehead. "And I'm not sure you are."

I sniffled, trying to pull myself together. "They say time heals all wounds. Time's something I've plenty of."

"How long do you half vamipres live exactly?" he chuckled.

I thought for a minute, unsure of how to answer that. "Well considering I'm one of two half-breeds that has made it to adulthood without being killed off, noone's entirely sure of that. There was one other but, well, long story short, he crossed the big, bad wolf." I rolled my eyes thinking of Nahuel. Bastard he was. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Jalil smiled. "That's never good." he laughed a bit. "I think what you do with your time helps decide if time can heal anything." he brushed my hair across my forehead again. His touch was warm, comforting and reassuring. I missed having someone touch me like this.

I gave him a funny look at his comment but I knew he was right. "You have a point there. I'm trying to decide what to do with my time. I'm not doing such a great job of it."

He looked at me, as if trying to read me."Let's brainstorm some good things you can do with your time..." he put him arm around my neck.

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "Okay, let's see. Number one, work on convincing myself that I'm not the bad guy, since that's what everyone keeps telling me."
He laughed playfully. "I'd start with scuba diving, but that works too."

I giggled. "Scuba diving sounds like way more fun! Change my number one to convince my dad to take me scuba diving."

"Skydiving, mountain climbing, are you an adrenaline junkie like my sister?" he asked.
I laughed at him."The bigger the adventure, the better. And don't forget cliff diving."
"They have cliffs in England." he tightened his hold on my neck gently, to get my attention. "But not till you sober up. Drowning is not a good time. Even if no one is here to take care of you, you have to take care of you. That baby girl is going to need you."

He was right again. It must be annoying being so right all the time.

"You're right, I think my big adventure right now is not puking on my carpet." I sighed.
"Okay... that's a good goal. Let's go lay down." he got up to help me and I almost fell over with a drunk laugh. He said good naturedly,"Okay, Creamsicle. Come on." He picked me up. "Just don't puke on me. Point the way."

I laid my head on my chest, feeling utterly defeated, taking deep breaths.

"Up the stairs, first door on the right."

He took me upstairs, into my bedroom, turning the light on with his elbow. He laid me down, turning me on my side and asked, "So far so good?" pulling a trash can over, he added, "Just in case. How are we doing?"

I smiled at him. He was being more than wonderful. I was so grateful for his thoughtfulness.

"I feel okay, just kinda sleepy. Thanks. You've done more than enough."

"I can't leave you here like this." he went into the bathroom to get me some water.
"If I lay down in the bed with you, I'm not going to end up fighting some Vampire dude or with the Alpha breathing down my neck right?"

I couldn't help but laugh at the possible scenarios he must be imagining.

"There's no vampire dudes around here. My dad always calls before he comes over and I think he'd know well enough to stay away. And there won't be any Alpha issues either. He'd probably be willing to believe I'd seduced you and made you bring me a glass of water."

He smiled sweetly. "Okay, Creamsicle." He took off his shirt and walked over to the other side of the bed to lay down. Dear Merlin he was so beautiful. His head leaned up.

"Feeling okay? Do you need anything?"

I had to try very hard not to stare at his chest. I gulped. "I'm fine, thank you. I owe you big time for this." I smiled at him, not wanting to weird him out.

"Just don't be mad if I fall asleep." he smiled. "I've been on duty for twelve hours so I can't guarantee I can keep my eyes open in a quiet dark room for long."

"I promise to keep my snoring under control then." I assured him and we were soon both very soundly asleep.

Nessie Cullen written by Nessie_Jacob. Jalil Clearwater written by Amorentia.

[Amorentia]

Nov. 19, 2009 at 5:03 PM

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