Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

The Rabbit Meets The Magic Stick

By Mama4Dukes

Chapter 18:

At nine pm, Geoff Swan walked into the cabin with Bella and Jake. They were carrying bags of groceries from Forks Outfitters. Paul, who was going over the harried events of the day with his grandfather and the elders, immediately went out to help with bags.

“Isabella, you’ve had quite an engaging day,” Gene Lahote commented.

“I know. I got into an argument with my grandmother about whose marinara sauce was better. She threw my grandpa and me out of the house after Charlie, Jake, Quil, and Tiffany sided with me. She uses way too much oregano in her sauce. Apparently, when I said that I use my grandma’s recipe, she thought I meant hers.” Bella grinned. “I actually meant my other grandma.”

“Thank God you brought some food home. I’m starving,” Paul declared.

“How can you be hungry already?” Gene asked. “You had an entire rack of ribs for yourself at dinner.”

“Wolves, particularly adolescent wolves, require triple the amount of food of a normal human boy,” Ephraim explained. “If I’m not mistaken, Paul phased earlier today, meaning his metabolism is working harder than usual.”

“How did you know I phased?” Paul questioned. Sam could never tell whether or not he’d wolfed out or not. Then again, Sam never paid attention to stuff like that.

“Your scent changes slightly. I will teach you when we phase together tomorrow. Levi, Quil, and I were discussing just how lacking your wolf education has been so far. You need to be schooled on the ins and outs of being a wolf.”

“So that’s why I’ve been so hungry,” Jake said. “I was worried that I was becoming diabetic like my dad. I was going to ask you if I could get my A1C tested at the tribal clinic, but at least now I won’t have to.” His relieved face turned into a grimace at the thought of Billy. “Grandpa, what’s going to happen to my dad now that he’s in jail?”

Ephraim smiled at his great-grandson. “We were debating on how we should handle this, but under advisement from Gene, we decided against imprisonment and have contacted an in-patient drug rehabilitation facility in Yakima, where the boys will be driven to tomorrow. This will be their last chance to redeem themselves. If they do not, they will be excommunicated from the Quileute Tribe.”

“What about the babies?”

“They are back with their mothers, who have been prohibited from contacting their husbands.”

“Excuse me, but are they even capable of caring for their children? It seems to me they were perfectly aware of their husband’s drug usage, yet they still left the babies with them to babysit,” Paul said.

“Yeah, and I have another concern. You said that Paul’s father, Quil’s father, and my father were caught drinking with those three cretins. What have you done to address that issue?” Bella asked Gene.

“I can tell you that in the future, the reservation and Forks both have serious alcohol and drug addiction problems because most of the logging companies close in the nineties and jobs become scarce,” Jake added. “Even if Bella’s dad and my dad aren’t alcoholics, they still drink a ton of beer. Out of our three dads, Charlie is the only one with a good, steady job. None of them exercise so all three of them are headed straight for heart attacks.”

“We will certainly take all of that information into consideration. You children have taught us so much in a few short days. Many of our mistakes and shortcomings have been brought to the forefront. We will be making many changes in the way things are handled in our tribe, but first we need to get you kids home. The problem is, we have no idea how to get you home.”

Bella plopped down a huge plate of sandwiches on the coffee table, which everyone dug into gratefully. She sat down on the floor between Jake and Paul and sighed.

“Thanks, Bella. This is way better than Emily’s muffins.”

“Emily’s muffins?” she asked.

“Emily Young is Sam Uley’s fiancée and imprint. Her idea of feeding the pack is having a constant stream of muffins on the ready at their house. I’m telling you, if I never have to eat another muffin again, I’ll be happy.”

“So will I get to meet Sam and Emily when we get back?”

“That’s the thing. Sam has a gag order on us wolves. We’re not allowed to tell you what we are-especially you. Actually, we’re not even supposed to talk to you.”

“Why me?”

“You’re the vampire girl, that’s why.”

“By gag order, do you mean alpha order?” Wolf Quil asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“It’s interesting how Sam’s alpha orders don’t seem to be holding with you, especially now that you’re here. You seem to be talking to Bella just fine. I’ll have to think more on that. Here’s the problem, like Ephraim told you, we truly don’t know how to send you back to the future. Given today’s eye-opening events, we thought a twister would touch down and send you back to your time, but you’re still here, which means we’re back to square one. We still have no idea why you’re here. My theory is you will be sent back in time once you accomplish what you came here to do.”

“So, what you’re saying is we’re stuck here?”

“Exactly, Jacob. Now, you kids get to bed. You have school in the morning.”

“I’ll be by to pick you kids up in the morning, sweetheart,” Geoff Swan kissed his granddaughter on the forehead. Gene Lahote followed suit and did the same with Paul.

“Aw, no one’s going to kiss me goodnight?” Jacob joked.

Ephraim Black gave him a peck on his head along with a warm hug. “There, now you can fall asleep. Goodnight, my grandson.”

“Goodnight, Grandpa,” Jacob replied, pleasantly surprised by the hug his great-grandfather had given him.

With that, the adults all left. Bella grabbed her backpack and pulled out a notebook.

“You’re not seriously thinking of doing homework now, are you?” Paul asked.

“Of course I am. I hate being unprepared in class.”

“Aw, crap!” He grabbed his backpack. “Now, I have to do my work.” He looked up at Jacob.

“Aren’t you going to do your work?”

“Nope, it’s already done. Linda Collins stopped by at the Swans with my backpack. I had forgotten it in her car. She asked me if I wanted to do homework with her so I did.”

“Well, if you’re not doing homework, can you can do the dishes?” Bella asked.

“Sure, no problem.”

“How come you didn’t get your homework finished, Bella?”

“Because I had to make marinara sauce for the home economics class with Charlie and Tiffany. We each have to bring in our own jar of it. Anyway, my grandma insisted on canning it properly so it took a bit more time.”

“I’m kind of glad that you haven’t done your homework because I need help with my math homework.”

“Did you say math?” she asked.

“Yep.”

“We need Jake. I can’t do math to save my life.”

For the rest of the evening, the kids finished up their homework and then hung out to talk until they became tired. This time Paul didn’t wait for Bella to wake up from a nightmare, he simply went to bed with her. They both slept soundly and woke up in the morning refreshed enough to face the day because it looked like they were stuck in the 80’s for the time being.