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Billy Black sighed and maneuvered his wheelchair into his son's bedroom.
"Jake." The vaguely human shaped lump sprawled across the small bed didn't move.
"Jake!" Billy tried again louder. The mound didn't shift.
"Jacob!" He shouted, shaking an exposed leg, still nothing. He sighed again, then grinned. Billy's black eyes twinkled as he raised his glass of ice water.
"Don't even think about it, Dad." Came a voice muffled by the pillow.
"What?" Billy smiled, sliding the glass back into the cup holder, "Don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure, sure." Jacob muttered, turning over.
"Time to get up. You have to run up to Seattle and get that kid from Boston."
"Alright, alright, I'm up." Jacob stretched and ran a hand through his hair. "Still don't see why some kid from Massachusetts wants to study the Quileutes and why we're letting him." Jacob growled.
"The Council made the decision while you were gone. It's a done deal, and the kid's already on his way. Now, here's his name," Billy said, handing Jacob a scrap of paper, "make one of those signs and bring him back here."
Jacob rolled his eyes with a grin and pulled on a clean white T-shirt. He took a marker and quickly scribbled the name Billy gave him on a sheet of notebook paper. With that done, Jacob called a goodbye to his father and ran out to the Rabbit.
The drive to Seattle was uneventful and rather pretty as it was one of the rare sunny days in this part of the country. Even so, Jacob felt more than a little silly standing at the arrivals gate at the airport with his flimsy notebook paper sign done in bright purple marker.
As a handful of people emerged from the causeway, he felt the pull of thousands of cords that Sam once described to him. He scanned the crowd and zeroed in on a brunette with shoulder length hair hanging loose and hiding his face as he talked to the woman next to him. Jacob's breath hitched when the young man tucked his hair behind an ear, revealing a profile that he knew would haunt his dreams.
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While Jacob was driving to Seattle, Flight 213 from Salem was emerging from a storm system that covered Middle America. Most of the passengers were rather green around the gills due to the turbulence caused by said system. The sole exception was a green-eyed teen who was currently helping an elderly lady down the causeway to the terminal.
"Mrs. H, you just order some peppermint tea at the shop here and I promise you'll be right as rain." He said reassuringly.
"Thank you, Harry dear, I'll try that. I hope you find what you're looking for as well." The silver-haired lady patted the teen's arm and he smiled as he handed her off to her son and daughter-in-law before heading out to get his trunk and find a cab.
Harry was brought up short when he noticed someone holding a sign with 'Harry Lupin-Black' scrawled on it. His breath stuck in his throat when he noticed the person holding the sign. The man was huge! He was easily 6'6" with short dark hair, and muscles that made Harry check for drool. Harry's face turned bright red from the heat of the man's stare.
"Um, I'm Harry Lupin-Black." He said, tearing his eyes away from the broad chest perfectly outlined by the tight white T-shirt that made the bronze skin even darker and emphasized the warm chocolate brown eyes that stared straight into his soul. Harry gulped and then the giant smiled. Or rather, tried to smile. It came off as more of a grimace and Harry could feel the hostility radiating off the larger man in waves. Harry sighed and mentally rolled his eyes. Oh, how he wished he were somewhere else.
"Jacob. I'll be your ride to Quileute country," the giant said, and eyed Harry's trunk, "That all you have?"
Harry nodded, shifting to get a better grip on the trunk. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when Jacob pushed his hand out of the way and heaved the trunk onto his own shoulder. Harry's whole life was in that trunk, including the portable potions and microbiology labs he'd brought to run tests on the local plants, wildlife and the shifters themselves.
"Let's go then. I'd like to make it back to La Push before dark." Jacob said.
Harry shook his head and followed Jacob out of the airport, rubbing his wrist where Jacob had shoved it and wondering what the hell he'd gotten himself into.