All I Ask Of You {LEAH}

[majorjazzypants]

He didn’t have long. It would only take a few moment for Alice to realize what he was doing. Any moment now his future would leave her visions, Alice would notice, of course. She kept close tabs on him, and he knew it very well. She may even come looking for him, afraid that he’d gotten himself into trouble. If she couldn’t see him that would mean he was with werewolves…it was true, but Alice knew he could handle himself! He could keep them calm while he spoke…right? He’d done it before for Carlisle, not to mention, he had handled scarier things than a pack of dogs before. Jasper ran through the trees between La Push and Forks, headed for the boarder. It was late, the pack should be out, with any luck one of them would hear him out. Jasper hoped he could speak to one rather than all of them, but would take what he could get. They knew the Cullens weren’t out to kill them…they’d fought together before. They got along…sort of…

He already had Alice’s ring in his pocket. She planned to start wearing it again soon, but this time, there would be more pomp and ceremony with it than usual. This would be their fiftieth wedding anniversary…if today went well. But why not do something big?! She wouldn’t expect it, not from him, and he knew she’d love it! Alice would love planning her wedding, she was already done planning Edward and Bella’s. Once Ed and Bella left for their honeymoon the two of them could take the rest of the family to Hawaii and get married on the beach by moonlight…or find a private island and do it during the day…or they could go somewhere more rainy…inside…no matter what they decided Jasper expected something big. Deep down, Alice had never been one for small gestures. She liked things big and flashy. He was the one that liked things quiet, and personal. She had indulged them for their first wedding, and he knew she had no complaints about it. But this would be fun…this was for her.

His legs carried him swiftly, silently through the Forest. In a matter of moments he was across the boarder, and after a few moments longer he was enveloped in the scent of wolves. While he ran, Jasper emitted a sense of calm. Any wolf would pick up on it before he actually saw them. He followed his nose towards the vaguely familiar scent of a wolf. Whoever it was, they’d been at the fight with Victoria. Jasper, however, wasn’t sure who it was. When he finally spotted a small, light gray wolf, he knew who it was. This wolf had been smaller than the rest, looked more like a were fox than a werewolf. This was the girl. This was Leah Clearwater. The calm aura around him magnified when he stopped walking.

“Greetings Leah Clearwater.” He greeted her shortly, calmly. “I don’t believe you really want to be here, but I only ask you indulge me for a moment. I’ve one short request for you…if you would like not to hear me out…I’ll not protest your leaving. But there are very few people who can help me in this matter. I’d be most grateful if you’d hear me out.” Jasper explained himself. His hands were in the pockets of his clean, black pants. One hand was curled around a small gold circle. The ring was old fashioned, and he’d considered replacing it…but this was one thing he insisted on. The ring had been his mothers…and it was the one thing that would be constant about this whole affair. Alice wouldn’t get a new engagement ring, and that was all there was to it.

[Leah Clearwater]

It was night, but the lateness of the hour did not seem to trouble the shining, silver werewolf. For the first time since her transformation, Leah was beginning to truly enjoy the salvation being a wolf could bring. She had liked fighting... killing the newborn leeches, too, but she had also been an angrier person then. Now? Not so much. She and Sam had seemed to patch their relationship up... somewhat, and for now that would suffice. Her father was still dead and her cousin still engaged to her ex-boyfriend but... but she was still Leah Clearwater, wolf or not. She may have changed in the past year or so, though essentially she still wore the brave face and faithful friend.

The wolves were patrolling, and wearily. Something was on Sam's mind. About vampires, or vampire kings. Leah wondered dismally what the leeches considered ruling class and shuddered at the thought, her fur shimmering brightly in the shafts of moonlight bending through canopy hallows. Victoria and her gang had been bad.... hell, even the Cullens were enough, in a way. After all, it had been their presence that invoked the "were-gene" to activate, otherwise Leah would still be dating Sam, Harry would still be alive... and all would be well in the world. But no. Their deathly presence sprung the wolves defensive gears into motion, clicking and ticking away until the creation of a supernatural beast was formed.

A disgruntled, wolfish sigh left Leah's long muzzle as she plopped down in a little meadow scattered with wild flowers, bathing in the moonlight. Thankfully, it was summer, so meandering around this late at night would be OK. At least she didn't have to wake early for classes or work... although she had been seriously considering employment. Not necessarily for money, for Leah wasn't a material girl and gas for the truck wasn't really a problem, but for the simple and somewhat stupid sake of socialization.

A gray, cobweb winged moth landed on the tip of Leah's wet nose, drawing her eyes into a cross to look at the incandescent, fluttering thing. The small wolf looked comically surreal, practically hidden in the tall grass as she looked with inhuman interest at the creature perched upon her nose. Before she could so much as lift a paw to swat it away, many things happened at once. First, Leah smelled something atrocious. Second, she heard someone approach her. Third, a wave of warmth seemed to poke at her vacant emotions, but rather than feeling calm, she felt assaulted and shocked.

The shock and surprise sent an unwanted, unexpected shiver rolling down her back, exploring her spine. Before she could stop herself, Leah Clearwater was transforming out of fright right before Jasper Cullen's eyes. For a moment, she remained a frozen jitter, a little wolf among the grass, when a series of shakes racked her body; molding, melting, molesting it. And then in the green lay Leah Clearwater, not as a wolf, but as a person. For a moment, her head ached terribly, causing disorientation and brief confusion... but Leah was quick to remember, especially with that scent assaulting her nose. Her own heightened abilities as a wolf had seemed to meet and collide with Jasper's own, personal power, that Leah was only vaguely aware of. His wave of calm had settled slightly too late, which made the situation all the more unfortunate. The calm weighed down on Leah, making her feel heavy as she regained herself, realizing her clothes were stilled raveled around her legs. Fortunately, the grass was thick and high enough to conceal her naked body, but all the same... Jasper was a vampire and the whole ordeal was unbearably embarrassing. A late shriek escaped Leah as she scrambled among the brush, taking cover behind a tree as she made herself decent.

Once the old gym shorts and tank top and been adorned, Leah did not come out from her "hiding spot" (a large tree), merely sliding her fingers on the bark and poking her head around the trunk. "Don't you vampires have any common sense?!" She demanded harshly, her voice sounding almost teary with embarrassment. "You don't just intrude into OUR territory!" Her eyes shined in the moonlight, the blood rising to her cheeks in a ferocious blush as her face heated with rage. How could she have been so stupid to perform such an elementary mistake! For a single moment, she had believed Jasper to be the Leech King Sam's thoughts had suggested, and that had scared her... well, to the point of involuntarily transforming! She was more mad at the fact that, if Jasper had not been Jasper but a carnivorous freak of nature, that fatal mistake could have lead to her death, rather than the chance he might have glimpsed her naked. That didn't bother her nearly as much... plus, she was sort of naked all the time as a wolf, wasn't she? It was a strange way of distinguishing things, but at least the reasoning helped dilute her shame.

((OK that just sorta came to me and I thought it was funny !!!))

[majorjazzypants]

When Leah transformed back into her human form, Jasper couldn’t deny being relieved. He knew very well that he wasn’t going to harm her…but she was less predictable than he was. She was a werewolf, and she was a decent match for him. Of course, Leah didn’t have his training…but she was just as strong, just as fast…and she could have the pack her much faster than he’d get his family…then again by this point Alice may be about to come find him, given he was no longer in her sights. She’d know where he was…she’d be worried senseless. Guilt enveloped Jasper. He glanced briefly over his shoulder, back towards Forks.

When he turned, he heard a rustling sound as Leah moved towards a large tree, to hide from him while she got dressed. He had no intention of looking. He was more of a gentleman than that, Jasper had at least retained that much of his human life. If for some reason a woman is walking around naked: give her some privacy. It wasn’t hard, of course. His mind was back on Alice…worried about what she was feeling, what she was thinking. She didn’t know he was planning to propose to her…she wouldn’t know, cause the only way he was going to do it is if Leah agreed to come to the party. If she didn’t agree, he’d propose on a whim some day…but Alice couldn’t be warned prior. She needed to be surprised. She wasn’t the first time…she would be this time!

When she spoke, Jasper turned his head in her direction. He noticed Leah was still hiding behind the tree trunk, though from where he stood he could see her shoulder. She was dressed. What on earth was she hiding from? Him? He wasn’t going to hurt her! He wanted her help!

“Oh honestly! Can we not just ignore the boundary for a moment? I need your help. We’ve worked together before haven’t we? I know our two kinds can exist together in peace, if only momentarily…” Truth be told he knew their kinds could exist together indefinitely in peace…but somehow he doubted Leah would believe that he’d met a werewolf that had imprinted on a vampire. “Do you agree to hear me out, Leah? If you’d rather I leave you in peace. I can go….but I’d really rather not. I want to do something…for Alice…but unless you agree to help me I’m unable to surprise her.” He explained briefly.

With any luck Leah’s heart would be softened by the mushy aspect of his request. That she’d think it cute, what he was doing for Alice. He hoped she‘d agree of her own accord…he didn‘t want to have to manipulate her further, even though he was capable.

A soft breeze picked up. Jasper‘s curious golden eyes stared across the clearing at the thin female that stood, hidden behind a tree. His posture was relaxed…sort of. His feet were settled slightly apart from one another. Behind his back, one hand clasped the opposite wrist. His chin was lifted slightly. He was the vision of a soldier…another bit of his human life that plagued him. Jasper stood still, sincerely hoping that Leah would agree to hear him out. Hoping that Leah Clearwater would agree to his silly request. His family wouldn’t harm her, and if she really wanted, she could bring someone else in her pack for support. But his family wouldn’t harm her. He could promise her that at least. [/I][/color]

[Leah Clearwater]

Leah wanted to cry, even if Jasper Whitlock had politely turned around. It was humiliating to change like that! It made her look weak and fickle... who cared about the nakedness? She didn't have time to think of such things! And... oh, when the rest of the pack saw! They would think her truly an incapable fighter. The first strike had been when she attempted to take a newborn on by herself, and had been thankfully saved by Sam... and now this? The odds were certainly against her. She would have to prove her strength some other way, whether or not she knew she pretty much already had with her endearing, tolerant behavior as the only female in the pack.

Well, at least he did look away, a voice inside Leah's head reminded her, sounding uncannily like Emily. Alright, so he was decent. That was good. Leah knew very little about that Cullen's, but Whitlock's manners were enough to lure her out from the safety of her tree. Side stepping so that she was totally visible, save for her legs that the long grass swayed against, Leah looked Jasper over, her face still made up in a tight grimace. His power, unknown to her, was having a lasting, though fighting effect on her, for while she was calm, she was still unbearably upset. It was a strange feeling; an emotion welling up inside but not being released-- one Leah was not really familiar with. But she thought the Whitlock fellow must have been a little more peaceable now too; it was difficult, even for vampires, to face up to wolves in what was called their "natural" form (although to Leah her natural form was human!).

Not willing to let go that easily, Leah curled her hands into fists and extended an arm, pointing her index finger accusingly at Jasper. "No! We can't just ignore the boundary line! You crossed it and--" and it wasn't fair! You surprised me!. Leah stopped, her wince ever increasing as she thought of how to replace the truth and live up to her title without attacking the vampire. "-- And it's been in accordance for years now!" Her excuse was feeble, but it was the best she could come up with. Lowering the arm to her side, her white teeth found her bottom lip, but did nothing. Leah was what her mother called a "chewer", a habit Leah was trying to give up after looking at numerous pictures of herself with scarred lips. She wasn't some sort of wild animal, after all!

Leah watched critically as Whitlock spoke of peace, and her demeanor relaxed-- only somewhat. In truth, she wanted peace as well, but she had a personal vendetta against the Cullen's... they had been the reason for her father's death. So, she preferred Sam's plan. Stay away from us, and we'll stay away from you. We'll only coexist from afar, but leave us be. Haven't you done enough damage? Leah wanted to say, but refrained. They had worked well together, when fighting the newborns. It had, in fact, been... fun. Not the killing part, for while the baby leeches were already dead, Leah couldn't bring herself to enjoy murdering people but... it had certainly been exhilarating.

His loving tone reflected his feelings for Alice, and Leah remembered a little spitefully, and a little fondly, how she and Whitlock had demonstrated battle. It had been sort of sickening for Leah to watch had the time, but reluctantly she had in order to fight properly. But their love was strong and obvious, and that had hurt her, while Sam sat only feet away. Recalling the memory now wasn't so bad, since she and Sam were at least on speaking terms. It was also... kind of nice.

"How could I even help you, Whitlock?" She asked, stemming the flow of her curiosity to one question only, calling to him in the name she had taken to labeling him as.