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This is in the past, when Edward learnt about Peter's death.

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Too Gay For You

Outtake 1: I Promise

The plane landed with a sharp jolt, and Edward jumped awake. He had not realized how tired he really was until the lack of sleep from the last two days caught up with him, making him sleep through the whole ride. The nights and days after that phone call, he was way too shocked and over whelmed to do anything but sit staring into space, trying to gain some order of his jumbled thoughts, not moving until he made that life altering decision, the same decision that lead him here, to Mexico.

Passengers started to retrieve their hand luggage from the spaces above the seats and make their way off the plane. Edward waited until the last passenger passed his seat before finally getting up; allowing himself a little more time before facing what was waiting for him. He skipped baggage claim since he had only brought a duffle bag; only stopping to change his currency and make his way out of the animated airport and into the heavy, hot Mexican air. The heat assaulted him after the coolness of the airplane, making him relieved that he hadn't worn his usual suit, opting instead for a light, short-sleeved shirt and khaki shorts; an outfit he certainly would never wear in Tampa. He couldn't even remember the last time he actually wore shorts.

He hailed a cab and quickly hoped in, spurting out the address of the social center he was heading to. Huddled close to the open window, he let his thoughts drift away to the reason why he was here in the first place. He couldn't help the shudder that ran through his body when he remembered that phone call.

It was six in the morning, and Edward had just come back home from the office after spending the night working on a particularly difficult case.

He kicked off his shoes and threw his tie and jacket somewhere in the living room before slumping lazily on the big white sofa dominating the room. He turned his head and gazed for a long moment through the glass walls at the trees dancing softly with the morning breeze. His house never felt better than during those moments. When he decided to move to sunny Florida, he never thought he would be able to find such a house, surrounded by trees and away from the invading sounds of the city, but he had a bit of luck, and the old couple living in the white villa wanted to sell and go touring around the world. With the help of a big offer, he managed to get the house pretty easily.

Edward rolled onto his stomach, hoping to catch a few hours of sleep. He was way too tired to climb the two flights of stairs leading to his bedroom.

After what seemed to be only five minutes, he was jolted awake by the shrill sound of his phone ringing. He hastily retrieved it, squinted at the unknown number for a second and cleared his throat while bringing the phone to his ear.

"Hello, Edward Cullen speaking," he said as pleasantly as he could with a still half groggy voice, in case it was a client.

"Mr. Cullen?" A voice with a strong Hispanic accent questioned. "This is Officer Gomez; I am calling from the Mexican main police station about your brother, Mr.… Peter Cullen?" The last part was said as a question, like the officer wanted a confirmation.

To say that Edward was surprised was an understatement. That the call was from Mexico wasn't what shocked him, he already knew that his brother was residing in South America with his children and had been for a while, a couple of years actually. When Edward asked why he decided on South America, Peter talked for a while with wonder in his voice about how it was the best location to take his photos. The views, the people, everything called to him. No, what surprised Edward the most was that the police had anything to do with Peter. Out of the two twins, Peter had always been the calm one, not talking much and constantly trying to stay out of trouble, living in his own bubble. The only person he would let in and who really knew him was Edward. Even when he was married to Charlotte, she didn't really know him, not that she would have listened.

So Edward was certain that Peter wouldn't do anything remotely unlawful to get himself arrested. The only other option was that something had happened to him, and Edward immediately rejected that thought, for once wishing that his twin had just gotten in trouble.

"Yes, what about my brother?" Edward asked anxiously, shifting himself into a sitting position.

"I am sorry to tell you that your brother was in a car accident last night," the man said hesitantly.

Strangely, relief washed through Edward. He knew he would have to go to Mexico and help his brother with recovery and the children, but he wanted to believe that everything would be alright.

"Oh, I see," Edward sighed. "Is he ok? What are his injuries? Which hospital is he in?" He asked, getting up and going into the kitchen, taking a bottle of water out of the fridge.

Officer Gomez cleared his throat awkwardly, "I don't think you understand, Mr. Cullen." He cleared his throat again, and Edward paused, the bottle halfway to his mouth. "Your brother collided with a truck transporting essence. He didn't survive the fire and died almost instantly. I am sorry, Mr. Cullen." He finished with that abruptness that only police officers seemed to possess.

Edward's water bottle smashed onto the white floor, making a loud splashing noise in the process. He didn't say anything, just stood there staring ahead, his face blank, ignoring the jabbering of the officer in his ear.

When he finally spoke, his voice was cold, stoic, and completely void of emotions, "You are wrong. It's not possible; that can't happen. That wouldn't happen to him. Please check again." He was shaking his head almost violently while talking. There was no way this was real. Maybe he was still sleeping. He hoped.

"Mr. Cullen, I know this is hard, but it's the truth and if we want this to work, I need you to be willing. The funeral has to be taken care of and…"

Without waiting for him to finish his sentence, Edward hung up the phone.

The cab came to a stop in front of a fairly, large grey office-like building with 'National Social Work' written in Spanish in big bold letters next to the main entrance. The driver's voice asking for the ride fee brought Edward out of his thoughts. Without a word, he handed him the money and got out of the taxi which took off immediately. Edward paused to take in his surroundings. The area seemed to be on the wealthy side of town, with all kinds of colorful tropical plants around. In the middle of all those colors, the tern grey social building looked misplaced, exactly mirroring Edward's mood.

Sighing, he passed the automatic doors and looked around for some sort of front desk. He found it after a few minutes and came to stand in front of the secretary who was too busy reading a magazine to notice him.

I guess it doesn't change depending on the country, he thought with exasperation. He cleared his throat loudly, making her jump and asked in a perfect Spanish, surprising her even more.

"Hello, can you tell me where I can find Officer Gomez? He is waiting for me."

She watched him suspiciously for a second, clearly still miffed about her interrupted reading. "Can you give me your name, sir?" she asked taking the phone out of the hook.

"Edward Cullen," Edward replied curtly. If she was going to be rude, then so was he.

She talked on the phone for a few seconds, hung up, and told him that he could find Gomez in the Child Care service on the seventh floor, and that he was waiting for him then promptly returned to her magazine, leaving Edward to find his own way to the elevators.

The whole ride up, Edward could feel reality setting in, causing his heart to start beating wildly in his chest and black spots to appear in his vision. He never took care of children before, never even approached them, and now he would be in charge of two. What was he thinking? Suddenly, he wanted to run and never come back. Just as he thought that, the doors of the elevator opened.

Too late.

A short, round man with tanned skin was waiting for him right in front of the elevators. He stuck out his hand in Edward's direction.

"Edward Cullen?" Edward immediately recognized the strongly accented voice from the phone call. He nodded taking the offered hand. "I am Officer Gomez; we talked on the phone."

Edward resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Yes," he said stiffly. "Let's cut the pleasantries, shall we? Where are they?" He knew he was being rude but, really, he didn't care at this point.

"Of course. Follow me, please," Gomez replied, not at all disturbed by Edward's attitude. He was certainly used to it, dealing with criminals and all the works. The Officer lead Edward through a couple corridors before coming to a halt in front of a room, completely bare except for two little beds and a television in the right corner. The room was painted in a depressing grey like the rest of the building, no windows, and the lighting was dim, but the state of the room wasn't what had Edward's attention. It was the two little bodies cuddled together on one bed, the main reason of his presence here, the only reason why he called back.

Esmeralda and Carlisle Cullen.

Edward didn't know how long he sat there, his back to his kitchen counter, staring at the water bottle. He still didn't realize what was happening.

Peter. Dead.

All the time they spent together kept flashing in front of his eyes, breaking his heart a little more each second. However, when he tried to remember the last time he saw him in person, his mind came up blank. Sure they talked on the phone often, but they never had the time to travel and see each other in the last couple of years. The last time he saw him was a few months after Carlisle's birth and his divorce with Charlotte. Peter had been a mess, and Edward had stopped everything he was doing to go and help his brother.

He could remember how tired he looked, working and taking care of his newborn and three year old little girl. He could remember the pain Charlotte had caused him when she deserted them. He could remember the curious little girl with his mother's hair following him everywhere and the blond haired giggling and chubby little baby boy. He could remember talking with them on Skype and seeing them grow up.

Esmeralda and Carlisle Cullen, the same names as their deceased parents, and now Edward was their only family.

This realization started a new line of thinking for Edward. Where they in the accident too? Gomez didn't say anything about them, so where were they? Who was taking care of them?

Without waiting, he snatched his phone from the floor and called back the last received number. Officer Gomez answered after only one ringing.

"Mr. Cullen. I knew you would call back," he said smugly. Edward didn't have time to play with him.

"Where are they?" Edward asked impatiently.

"Where are who?"

"The children! My brother has two children, a little girl and boy. Where are they!" Edward almost yelled on the phone.

"Ah, yes," the rustling of papers could be heard through the phone. "Esmeralda Mae Cullen and Carlisle Edward Cullen, right?" Edward nodded even if he knew he couldn't see him. "They are alright; they weren't in the car, but they are really shaken by the news. We found them in the neighbor's house. They have been put in the hands of the Children Social Care for now."

At the sound of "Social Care" Edward could feel his blood boil. He hated all sorts of child care facilities, having lived in them most of his life. While he was alive, there was no way his niece and nephew would stay in those too.

"NO!" Edward yelled forcefully surprising the Officer. "You don't have the right to put them there! It had been established from the moment they were born that I would be the one taking care of them if anything happened to my brother!" He said through clenched teeth.

"I know that Mr. Cullen. However, right now, you are not in Mexico, are you? What did you want us to do, leave them at home alone?" Gomez asked rhetorically "We had to put them into care. It's standard procedure." He said with finality. When he received no response, he continued, "Now, I am going to email you the information to the Social building and let you calm down. You don't need to scare the children, and if I feel like you are too unstable to take the children, I will do everything I can to stop the procedure. Is that clear, Mr. Cullen?"

Edward wanted to scream at him to fuck off and smash a few things but refrained. Instead he simply said, "I will be there in two days." And again he hung up on him.

He passed the next two days in a daze, just sitting around his house. Not working, not eating, and not sleeping, only reading and re-reading the email Officer Gomez had sent him, not knowing if he should call and try to talk to the children. It's only when he finally decided to throw a few clothes in a bag for his stay and had stumbled on a picture of him and Peter during college that he started to feel again. He ended up in a crumpled ball on his bedroom floor, crying and sobbing almost hysterically, letting it all out.

He cried for his brother, he cried for him, he cried for the children. He cried because he was angry. He cried because he had realized that he would never see his brother again.

Edward realized that he had been staring at the children for a while now. Slowly, he made his way to the little bed where the children were huddled together and sat down on the edge. Two terrified pairs of green eyes locked on him, and instantly, he regretted not coming sooner and wanting to run.

He smiled sadly at them and touched their faces with the tip of his fingers. "Hey," he whispered.

Carlisle leaped from his sister's embrace and into Edward's, crying softly. Gently, he rocked him. Esmeralda just sat there staring blankly, an expression he never saw on her face before. She was usually so lively and happy, the sweetest child. However, at that moment, all he could see was the pain she was trying to hide behind her blank expression. It broke his heart even more.

Still rocking Carlisle, he tenderly ran his fingers through her auburn curls and said, "Everything will be ok; I promise. We are going home."

He didn't know if he could fulfill this promise, but he was going to try.

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