Imprinted to be Yours

A Little Trouble

While it was raining heavily outside and when there didn't seem to be any trouble around, both Leah and I decided we would work on some of the cars and motorbikes at the garage we had opened up a few years ago, not too far from First Beach. It had been my idea from when I was little to open up a garage and fix up cars and motorbikes, but it quickly became an even better idea for those of the pack who weren't able to finish high school thanks to the pack duties we were unwillingly forced into when we first phased.  

Of course, with I being one of who had phased at sixteen, I was one of those who didn't get to finish school, Leah on the other hand was different. Most of the pack had phased before they had finished high school, so those of them who hadn't, worked here. It didn't take long for word to get out about our new garage - The Black Pack's Garage - and we quickly became the most popular place to get any car, truck, Ute, bike or motorbike fixed around Forks, La Push and even Port Angeles.  

With Ness back in Seattle with college and hitting the books again, I thought it would be best if I hung around home for a while and did the much needed work around the place. I hadn't seen her in a few weeks, and I was starting to miss her. Of course, we always talked on the phone every night, but that wasn't the same as seeing each other every day. I really couldn't wait until she finished college so I might have seen her more.  

As it was quiet and a rainy day, I got to work on an old motorbike which had come into the garage to be rebuilt as the whole thing was rusting from neglect, nor did it work anymore. If the guy who owned it had looked after it better, the old Harley would have easy been worth around a grand or more. It was a classic and worth even more back in its day. I warned him it wouldn't be a cheap job, but I didn't think it would cost as much as it already had, and I wasn't even near done with it.  

Leah sat over across from me while also working on a motorbike, though this one was a little more in the twenty-first century. It was an almost new Kawasaki dirty bike, which had been put through its tracks all too quickly for its age-well that's what I thought anyway. It had to be only a year old if not less by its model and the breaks and tyres were already done on it. I really didn't know how the person who had brought it in to us hadn't had an accident. The bike was in a mess and downright dangerous, even in my eyes, and I could be reckless with my dirt bike as I healed fast. 

"Ugh! The tyre won't fit back on!" Leah grumbled as she tried to fit a new rear tyre back on the bike's rim.  

I sighed and looked over my shoulder to her. Over the years she and I had become closer with her being in my pack, but the last couple of days she had been driving me crazy with whining! "If it's not fitting on, the rim must be bent out of place too," I murmured, only stating the obvious. 

"Well, it wasn't a problem it get off before Jacob." 

"That's probably because the tyre was dead flat." I rolled my eyes and set my spanner down beside the Harley and went over to Leah's side to look over the rim where the tyre sat. Sure enough it was bent, and I really didn't see how Leah could not have picked up on that. 

"Damn it," she muttered as I looked up to her with risen eye brows. I couldn't help but half scoff and shake my head before getting back to work on the Harley.  

From the corner of my eye, my old red rabbit caught my attention in the other room with the other parked cars on either side of it, either ready to be picked up by their own or waiting to be fixed.  

I kept my rabbit for driving to work now. It was something I could show our customers that I rebuilt from when I was thirteen to sixteen - without a degree, might I add. . . Yeah, who said you needed school?! 

A car outside suddenly pulled up which caught my full attention. It was quieter than the usual cars we got. That was an obvious indication to me it was more of an expensive car. I wiped my greasy hands off on a damp rang and ran the back of my hand over my forehead. It was another unseasonably warm day and it wasn't helping me with a temperature of a hundred-and-eight-degrees.