Arrested By You
by SparklingFae
AN: SM owns it. I just like playing with her world.
Bella POV
I was wrestling with my stubborn front door lock and an armful of groceries when I heard a familiar voice behind me. His voice was deep and had a natural inherent huskiness to it. It was a pleasant and masculine speaking voice. I registered all of this in the split second before I wondered how in the hell he’d come to be lurking outside my apartment.
"Bella Swan, you need to come with me immediately."
Now, it had been a long time since he’d last seen me, so he didn’t know that I wasn’t that naïve little girl that just blindly followed orders anymore, but he was damn sure about to find out.
"And pray tell, Sam Uley, why in the world I would go anywhere with you?"
Even as irritated as I was by his tone, I couldn't help but rake my gaze over his body as I turned to him; he looked damn sexy, especially in his uniform. With a sigh, he took a step closer and spoke again, his tone softer.
"There was an accident with Charlie and no one could reach you."
At the mention of my father, my entire demeanor changed.
"What happened, Sam?"
His eyes shifted and he looked down, the frown that his lips carried, brought my own lips downward as I waited for his answer.
"I'm sorry, Bella; he was shot in the line of duty."
I felt my knees start to give and my sight start to gray around the edges, but before I could fall, Sam reached out and steadied me. I was close to having a panic attack as his words washed over me.
"Is...Is..he gone?" I barely was able to utter the words; I couldn't fathom that my father could be gone.
"No, Bella. You didn't let me finish. He is in the hospital recovering." Sam rushed to explain, his voice soft and calming, trying to soothe me.
I exhaled a long breath, relief washing over me as I murmured, "Thank God!"
He watched for a moment in that implacable way that I remembered from when I was a teenager, almost stoically observant. I was a mess as I ran around my little apartment, packing as quickly as I could while trying to make arrangements with my work, my neighbor, and get the first flight out.
As I was rushing by like a woman possessed, Sam darted his hand out, effectively stopping me. I paused, staring wide-eyed at him. He gently steered me to my bedroom. He pointed at my suitcase and ordered me to pack in his deep, smooth baritone. It was what I needed, someone to take charge and ground me.
I nodded dumbly, unable to really focus on anything but my concern for Charlie. I could hear him in the other room as he made the airline arrangements for me and spoke to my neighbor. I was grateful for his cool head, silently thinking to myself that without him I would be a bumbling mess. I paused before I went into my room to pack, speaking quietly. “Sam, I was sorry to hear about Emily.” I didn’t wait to hear him reply, but I saw him look down at his left hand. The action left me wondering how he was coping as I darted off into my bedroom to finish packing.
With a final flurry of activity, Sam and I were on our way to the airport. I was worried about Charlie; he had been more of a constant in my life than Renee had ever been. I knew Sam was a wolf; I had thought long and hard about it when I left Forks after Jake had ended our friendship. That day in the rain had been a turning point in my life. I had been broken by Edward and by Jacob.
Jake's betrayal had been the final straw and when I returned to Forks, I made my decision. I waited until graduation and then I had packed up and left. I kept in touch with Charlie over the years on the condition that he not share any information about me with anyone in Forks or La Push. I wanted nothing to do with any of the people that had hurt me so badly.
I relocated to San Francisco and was accepted to UC Davis. It was far enough away to be anonymous, but yet close enough to be only a short flight away from Charlie. While going to college at UC Davis, I had studied Native American mythology and reacquainted myself with the Quileute legends on spirit warriors taking the form of a wolf. I had known and had dealings with the Cold Ones via the Cullens, so it shouldn’t have surprised me when I finally put two and two together, but it did. I knew Jake and Sam, along with some of the other boys -now men- of the Quileute tribe, had been gifted by Taha Aki to protect their people against their enemy...vampires.
I sorted through my thoughts as we boarded the plane and settled in for the short flight to Seattle. I was a bit fidgety, only to be stilled by Sam's warmer than normal touch.
"Relax, Bella", he murmured, his large hand dwarfing mine as he covered it.
Something about the cadence of his words and his touch immediately caused me to relax. I stored that reaction away to think about later.
"How have you been, Sam?" I asked out of curiosity.
My dad had told me about Sam joining the force after his fiancé had been killed during a robbery in Port Angeles while she had gone there to shop. I felt for Sam, the pain of losing someone was hard to deal with even under the best of circumstances and I wondered if her murder had led him to law enforcement as a career.
I watched as his eyes betrayed his calm facial expression and words.
"I'm doing alright, Bella. Charlie really has taken me under his wing and taught me a lot."
I offered a wan smile and settled back once more just as the flight attendant brought us our drinks. I shivered slightly from the rich, deep baritone that he spoke in as he followed up with his own question.
"What about you, Bella? What have you been up to?"
I swallowed nervously before speaking, my eyes resting on his, unable to stop myself from thinking that I was attracted to Sam Uley and it scared the shit out of me.
"Um, I just finished my Master’s Degree in Native American Studies."
I left out the fact that I had been looking into moving back to Forks and possibly taking a job in La Push. He seemed startled by the information and I bit my lip as I regarded his reaction.
"You…have a degree in Native American Studies?"
He was obviously shocked. I could feel the blush creeping up my cheeks and nodded.
"I started researching different reservations when I first started college and learned that there are so many of them that suffer from extremely high unemployment rates, along with drug and alcohol abuse. I couldn't sit back and do nothing..." I trailed off and smiled a little as he sat there, all 6'5” of him with his mouth hanging slightly open.
I grinned smugly, reaching up and pushing his mouth shut, winking briefly. He grinned back a little and I could see a small twinge of a blush hidden beneath his copper skin. I was about to reveal that I had put out feelers for coming home and working on the reservation, when a flight attendant interrupted us, gathering our trash and floundering all over Sam. I felt a pang of jealousy as I watched her, leaving me unsettled at my reaction.
I had just reacquainted myself with Sam and I already wanted to lay claim to him? Something about him was different, something about him made me want to get to know him more. He didn’t even notice her obvious flirting and simply continued our small conversation until the captain announced our descent into Seattle.
I turned away to get ready for our landing, but I could feel his eyes still boring into me. When I turned back to look at him, my eyes met his and it was as if he was looking directly into my soul, causing my breath to hitch. The intensity of his gaze made me feel even more under the microscope, so to speak, but I couldn't look away.
We only stared at each other for a moment, but I could feel that something had changed in those brief seconds and it was going to be profound, not only for me, but him as well. I drew in a breath and was surprised when the plane landed, causing my gaze to falter as my eyes dropped to my lap. He unnerved me; my reaction to him had me off balance. I didn’t feel if I could fight it or if I even wanted to.
Bella POV
I was wrestling with my stubborn front door lock and an armful of groceries when I heard a familiar voice behind me. His voice was deep and had a natural inherent huskiness to it. It was a pleasant and masculine speaking voice. I registered all of this in the split second before I wondered how in the hell he’d come to be lurking outside my apartment.
"Bella Swan, you need to come with me immediately."
Now, it had been a long time since he’d last seen me, so he didn’t know that I wasn’t that naïve little girl that just blindly followed orders anymore, but he was damn sure about to find out.
"And pray tell, Sam Uley, why in the world I would go anywhere with you?"
Even as irritated as I was by his tone, I couldn't help but rake my gaze over his body as I turned to him; he looked damn sexy, especially in his uniform. With a sigh, he took a step closer and spoke again, his tone softer.
"There was an accident with Charlie and no one could reach you."
At the mention of my father, my entire demeanor changed.
"What happened, Sam?"
His eyes shifted and he looked down, the frown that his lips carried, brought my own lips downward as I waited for his answer.
"I'm sorry, Bella; he was shot in the line of duty."
I felt my knees start to give and my sight start to gray around the edges, but before I could fall, Sam reached out and steadied me. I was close to having a panic attack as his words washed over me.
"Is...Is..he gone?" I barely was able to utter the words; I couldn't fathom that my father could be gone.
"No, Bella. You didn't let me finish. He is in the hospital recovering." Sam rushed to explain, his voice soft and calming, trying to soothe me.
I exhaled a long breath, relief washing over me as I murmured, "Thank God!"
He watched for a moment in that implacable way that I remembered from when I was a teenager, almost stoically observant. I was a mess as I ran around my little apartment, packing as quickly as I could while trying to make arrangements with my work, my neighbor, and get the first flight out.
As I was rushing by like a woman possessed, Sam darted his hand out, effectively stopping me. I paused, staring wide-eyed at him. He gently steered me to my bedroom. He pointed at my suitcase and ordered me to pack in his deep, smooth baritone. It was what I needed, someone to take charge and ground me.
I nodded dumbly, unable to really focus on anything but my concern for Charlie. I could hear him in the other room as he made the airline arrangements for me and spoke to my neighbor. I was grateful for his cool head, silently thinking to myself that without him I would be a bumbling mess. I paused before I went into my room to pack, speaking quietly. “Sam, I was sorry to hear about Emily.” I didn’t wait to hear him reply, but I saw him look down at his left hand. The action left me wondering how he was coping as I darted off into my bedroom to finish packing.
With a final flurry of activity, Sam and I were on our way to the airport. I was worried about Charlie; he had been more of a constant in my life than Renee had ever been. I knew Sam was a wolf; I had thought long and hard about it when I left Forks after Jake had ended our friendship. That day in the rain had been a turning point in my life. I had been broken by Edward and by Jacob.
Jake's betrayal had been the final straw and when I returned to Forks, I made my decision. I waited until graduation and then I had packed up and left. I kept in touch with Charlie over the years on the condition that he not share any information about me with anyone in Forks or La Push. I wanted nothing to do with any of the people that had hurt me so badly.
I relocated to San Francisco and was accepted to UC Davis. It was far enough away to be anonymous, but yet close enough to be only a short flight away from Charlie. While going to college at UC Davis, I had studied Native American mythology and reacquainted myself with the Quileute legends on spirit warriors taking the form of a wolf. I had known and had dealings with the Cold Ones via the Cullens, so it shouldn’t have surprised me when I finally put two and two together, but it did. I knew Jake and Sam, along with some of the other boys -now men- of the Quileute tribe, had been gifted by Taha Aki to protect their people against their enemy...vampires.
I sorted through my thoughts as we boarded the plane and settled in for the short flight to Seattle. I was a bit fidgety, only to be stilled by Sam's warmer than normal touch.
"Relax, Bella", he murmured, his large hand dwarfing mine as he covered it.
Something about the cadence of his words and his touch immediately caused me to relax. I stored that reaction away to think about later.
"How have you been, Sam?" I asked out of curiosity.
My dad had told me about Sam joining the force after his fiancé had been killed during a robbery in Port Angeles while she had gone there to shop. I felt for Sam, the pain of losing someone was hard to deal with even under the best of circumstances and I wondered if her murder had led him to law enforcement as a career.
I watched as his eyes betrayed his calm facial expression and words.
"I'm doing alright, Bella. Charlie really has taken me under his wing and taught me a lot."
I offered a wan smile and settled back once more just as the flight attendant brought us our drinks. I shivered slightly from the rich, deep baritone that he spoke in as he followed up with his own question.
"What about you, Bella? What have you been up to?"
I swallowed nervously before speaking, my eyes resting on his, unable to stop myself from thinking that I was attracted to Sam Uley and it scared the shit out of me.
"Um, I just finished my Master’s Degree in Native American Studies."
I left out the fact that I had been looking into moving back to Forks and possibly taking a job in La Push. He seemed startled by the information and I bit my lip as I regarded his reaction.
"You…have a degree in Native American Studies?"
He was obviously shocked. I could feel the blush creeping up my cheeks and nodded.
"I started researching different reservations when I first started college and learned that there are so many of them that suffer from extremely high unemployment rates, along with drug and alcohol abuse. I couldn't sit back and do nothing..." I trailed off and smiled a little as he sat there, all 6'5” of him with his mouth hanging slightly open.
I grinned smugly, reaching up and pushing his mouth shut, winking briefly. He grinned back a little and I could see a small twinge of a blush hidden beneath his copper skin. I was about to reveal that I had put out feelers for coming home and working on the reservation, when a flight attendant interrupted us, gathering our trash and floundering all over Sam. I felt a pang of jealousy as I watched her, leaving me unsettled at my reaction.
I had just reacquainted myself with Sam and I already wanted to lay claim to him? Something about him was different, something about him made me want to get to know him more. He didn’t even notice her obvious flirting and simply continued our small conversation until the captain announced our descent into Seattle.
I turned away to get ready for our landing, but I could feel his eyes still boring into me. When I turned back to look at him, my eyes met his and it was as if he was looking directly into my soul, causing my breath to hitch. The intensity of his gaze made me feel even more under the microscope, so to speak, but I couldn't look away.
We only stared at each other for a moment, but I could feel that something had changed in those brief seconds and it was going to be profound, not only for me, but him as well. I drew in a breath and was surprised when the plane landed, causing my gaze to falter as my eyes dropped to my lap. He unnerved me; my reaction to him had me off balance. I didn’t feel if I could fight it or if I even wanted to.