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Warnings: Slash, Implied Non-con, slash.
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight
First chapter here: http://sheneya.livejournal.com/6226.html
It was nearly 3 months before Jacob was willing to visit his father in jail, in truth no one understood why he wanted to visit at all, except for Edward, but he wasn't telling.
Carlisle and Sam were both silent as they drove the young werewolf to the prison, neither of them wanted to push him, but both wanted to know the meaning of the trip.
"Three to see Billy Black please."
It only took the minimum of time to get them through.
"Hello Dad."
"Jacob."
"I know something was wrong with you, your a werewolf, you could have broken out of here at anytime, but you haven't, why."
"I haven't broken out, because it was my fault."
"I know it was your fault, who else's fault could it be."
"NO, I mean it was my fault that I tried to hide it, It was my fault that you had to suffer from what it was doing to me, it's my fault."
"I don't understand."
"I was alpha, before the injury, you remember that, don't you?"
"Of course I do, But I still don't know what you mean."
Suddenly Sam's voice broke into the conversation
"Jesus, you had Teramas sickness."
"Teramas?" This came from a worried Jacob
"It's a very rare illness of the werewolf's mind, when the alpha refuses to accept that it's no longer an alpha, It keeps trying to push it's dominance onto someone else."
"So what happened, was that the wolf saw me as someone to be dominated?"
"Yes."
"Well, if it's a sickness, why didn't you try to get it fixed, why did you have to do what you did?"
"Jacob, I thought I could control it, that I was strong enough, there's no cure for it, if I had come forth, it would have been my execution."
"Billy, it still means your execution, your in a place full of weaker people, how long do you think it will be until it starts again, until you hurt someone else, someone who has no way of recovering as fast as Jacob."
"I know this Sam, I've accepted that I'm not strong enough, but how can I claim Right of Death in here."
" 'Right of Death'? " this came from a confused Carlisle.
Jacob was the one who answered him.
"Right of Death is a ancient werewolf tradition, a pack member can call upon it if they are to weak, or have become a danger to the tribe, it hasn't been used for nearly 3000 years.
"And your going to try and help him claim it, aren't you?"
"Yes, even after everything that's happened, he's still my Father, I have to do this for him, and for me, as the victim, it's my right."
"Ok, I do understand where your coming from, and I will help you, if I can."
"Thank you Carlisle, but the only way to claim it, is with a small plant on our land that's deadly to us."
"On your land?"
"Of course, there's no way we're letting anyone know, where it is, what it is, or even what it looks like, we're not stupid."
"Sam, you know I would never use something like that."
"We know Carlisle, you and yours are not as bad as we thought, but all it takes is one careless word, within the wrong earshot, and we're screwed."
"I understand."
TBC
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight
First chapter here: http://sheneya.livejournal.com/6226.html
It was nearly 3 months before Jacob was willing to visit his father in jail, in truth no one understood why he wanted to visit at all, except for Edward, but he wasn't telling.
Carlisle and Sam were both silent as they drove the young werewolf to the prison, neither of them wanted to push him, but both wanted to know the meaning of the trip.
"Three to see Billy Black please."
It only took the minimum of time to get them through.
"Hello Dad."
"Jacob."
"I know something was wrong with you, your a werewolf, you could have broken out of here at anytime, but you haven't, why."
"I haven't broken out, because it was my fault."
"I know it was your fault, who else's fault could it be."
"NO, I mean it was my fault that I tried to hide it, It was my fault that you had to suffer from what it was doing to me, it's my fault."
"I don't understand."
"I was alpha, before the injury, you remember that, don't you?"
"Of course I do, But I still don't know what you mean."
Suddenly Sam's voice broke into the conversation
"Jesus, you had Teramas sickness."
"Teramas?" This came from a worried Jacob
"It's a very rare illness of the werewolf's mind, when the alpha refuses to accept that it's no longer an alpha, It keeps trying to push it's dominance onto someone else."
"So what happened, was that the wolf saw me as someone to be dominated?"
"Yes."
"Well, if it's a sickness, why didn't you try to get it fixed, why did you have to do what you did?"
"Jacob, I thought I could control it, that I was strong enough, there's no cure for it, if I had come forth, it would have been my execution."
"Billy, it still means your execution, your in a place full of weaker people, how long do you think it will be until it starts again, until you hurt someone else, someone who has no way of recovering as fast as Jacob."
"I know this Sam, I've accepted that I'm not strong enough, but how can I claim Right of Death in here."
" 'Right of Death'? " this came from a confused Carlisle.
Jacob was the one who answered him.
"Right of Death is a ancient werewolf tradition, a pack member can call upon it if they are to weak, or have become a danger to the tribe, it hasn't been used for nearly 3000 years.
"And your going to try and help him claim it, aren't you?"
"Yes, even after everything that's happened, he's still my Father, I have to do this for him, and for me, as the victim, it's my right."
"Ok, I do understand where your coming from, and I will help you, if I can."
"Thank you Carlisle, but the only way to claim it, is with a small plant on our land that's deadly to us."
"On your land?"
"Of course, there's no way we're letting anyone know, where it is, what it is, or even what it looks like, we're not stupid."
"Sam, you know I would never use something like that."
"We know Carlisle, you and yours are not as bad as we thought, but all it takes is one careless word, within the wrong earshot, and we're screwed."
"I understand."
TBC