Are You My King?
By Pandora Clearly
A/N Correct me if I'm wrong, but this is the first honestly GarrettxOC story on ! Because of that, I know a lot of you already hate me. That's okay. If you have that big of a problem with anyone but Kate being romantically involved with Garrett, just give it a fighting chance. Worst case scenario you can copy and paste this into word and change my OC's name to yours. I do it all the time with Edward/Bella fics.
And this will seem really strange until some things are explained, but stick with me. This will be great!
CHAPTER ONE
GENESIS
Edward, I'm coming! If you can hear me, get ready!
The instant these thoughts turned down the dirt road to the glass house, Edward picked up on them. They were barely there and hardly audible over the roar of a motorcycle's clogged engine. He heard the rider's anxiety and fear and it almost outplayed a memory.
A memory of fire... of burning. The stench of dying skin long since dead.
His hand, that was around Bella's shoulder, stopped moving, and he gasped sharply. That was all it took to alert his wife that something was wrong.
"Edward? Edward, what's happened?" As she turned her head to Bella tried her best to be quiet so Nessie wouldn't hear that Daddy wasn't happy at the moment.
"Uhm..."
"You're being really weird. When was the last time you gasped? You don't breathe like that, if at all... And you definitely don't say 'uhm'."
"Nothing is wrong, Bella." He tightened his grip around her shoulder and relaxed as he sugar coated his words. "I was... surprised. That's all. We're about to have a visitor."
"Oh. Jacob or Charlie?" she asked, as they were the only outsiders who had regular occasion to visit.
"Neither. It's Garrett."
"Garrett?!" Bella cried, sitting up again and facing Edward completely this time. "I thought he was in Alaska, part of the Denali coven now!"
"He was," Edward said. Emphasis on the 'was', he thought but didn't actually say.
"Are the others coming? Kate and Tanya and them?"
Edward paused. Briefly enough not for Bella to notice in her preoccupation, but a pause nonetheless. There was no way he was going to say more than he had to, especially when the information wasn't exactly his to give. He would choose his words carefully when he spoke, but his daughter found speech first.
"Gary?" Nessie asked her mother.
"Yes," she smiled at Nessie's nickname for the wanderer. "Yes, Gary is on his way. He's by himself, apparently."
Nessie put her hand on Bella's neck and an image of Kate clicked in her mind. Kate, with her straight, corn silk blonde hair and golden eyes that were characteristic of an animal-only diet.
"Sorry, Nessie, but no. Maybe next time. Why don't you go get your pajamas on, honey."
"Do I really have to, Mom?"
"Of course. You can stay up enough to talk to Gary for a little, but then you're going to be tired."
"It sounds like two minutes, give or take," Edward obliged when Nessie asked how much time until Gary arrived.
As soon as he was sure Nessie was upstairs raiding her dresser, heavily stocked by Alice, he stood and stared out the window. Bella came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"So he's alone?" she asked.
"It's complicated. He's thinking of a person on the bike with him, but I can't see who and I can't hear that person's mind. It's like there's - - oh no."
"'Oh, no'? Edward, something is wrong, now tell me what."
"Go get Carlisle," he said as he headed for the door of the glass house.
"What?"
"Get Carlisle! I don't know who it is, but he's brought someone and she needs help."
"Is it Kate?"
"I don't know, Bella! Whoever it is, I can't hear their thoughts and Garrett won't think about... It doesn't look good, so get Carlisle!"
Bella took off to Carlisle's room and Edward headed down the porch steps into the night. He saw the headlights of the motorcycle breaking through some of the green about a mile away. Garrett would be here in just a few moments, but that was enough time to get Carlisle alerted. He already heard his father's thoughts as Bella practically yelled that there must be some sort of emergency. Esme worried instantaneously and she followed her husband and daughter-in-law downstairs. Alice and Jasper were right behind them, taking the stairs two at a time.
As the motorcycle cut through onto the long paved drive up to the glass house, Edward knew he would have lost any meal if he'd had that human weakness of vomiting. It was clear why he couldn't hear another mind. For all appearances, Garrett was riding toward him with a dead girl strapped to his body in front of him. She was bleeding, even leaving the faintest trail on the ground behind the motorcycle's wheels. Even the pouring rain couldn't was away the blood and the stench of someone who'd been dying for a while now. Edward could sense Bella at his side and then she had her arm around his. Her hand flew to her mouth when she took in what her husband was seeing.
"Is that Kate?" she asked
"Nessie can't see this," Edward said, avoiding the question as he tried not to pair Kate with Garrett's thoughts:
Edward, she's dying! If you can hear me, she's dying! Dying, help me, help her, she's dying!
"I'll see to her," said Rosalie, who had suddenly appeared on the porch with Carlisle, Esme, Alice, Jasper, and Emmett.
Bella muttered a thanks and turned her gaze on Alice. "Did you see this?" she demanded.
"No, no, I swear! I was a little - -" she glanced at Jasper, "- - A little busy."
"Alice," Carlisle said, taking charge, "find out what I need for this and help Esme set up the downstairs study as fast and as you can. Jasper, you'll put away the bike and stay away from the girl, but keep Garrett calm. Emmett, prepare a room for Garret, and keep him and Jasper away . Edward, you carry the girl into the study. You're my assistant tonight."
As he finished speaking Garrett's foot was on the brake and his motorcycle was slowing. Edward was already running out to meet him and began untying the ropes that tied the body to Garrett before the vehicle even stopped.
"Edward, she's dead," he moaned. "I couldn't save her!"
"She's not dead, there's a pulse. Be calm – we're going to help."
He pulled the nearly lifeless body off the seat, some ropes still tied to her, and carried her up the steps and to the room Carlisle had designated. Overwhelming human smells assailed his nose so he stopped breathing again. As he laid her down on the table, Bella set to cleaning the blood from the body with a rag. Most of the blood was dead and dried, though she had some wounds that were still open. Edward was grateful Bella could control her thirst, as she was still a relative newborn. Even Jasper still had some problems with the smell of blood, but Bella's self-control was a blessing.
But Edward had to turn away. The mangled, broken body was too great of a reminder of what Bella had almost been years ago, at the hands of the other American nomads and almost every year since thanks to the Volturi and Victoria. He heard Carlisle ordering the others as he did chest compressions, and they washed and medicated and cut and cauterized. His perfect ears heard, but his mind did not register. All he heard was Garrett sobbing on the porch. All he remembered was how he had sobbed when he thought Bella had died.
Right then his immortal heart would have stopped again if it had ever had the privilege to start. He'd never heard of such a thing happening, but he understood long before the others would. Much longer before... He saw just how unbelievable and impossible of a situation Garrett had unknowingly put himself and the Cullens into. Edward found himself closing the door to the study without a word. As if shutting a door could have erased what just happened, and taken him back five minutes to before Garrett, before Garrett's memories of Kate and the burning. Before there was any chance his family would suffer along with Garrett, if that was the course this event would take. Which it most likely would.
Garrett's pleading with some nonexistent supreme being, impossible not to hear, echoed to the starless sky as Emmett tried to lead him inside:
"Not her, please... Anyone but her!"
A/N Yes. Very strange, I'm fully aware, since I'm the one writing it. But trust me, this will totally rock. Let this really get rolling and you'll love it all as much as I do. Chapter two is almost complete so I'm shooting to post it on the 13th or 14th. Please review, because writers do not live on chapter hits alone - - - but remember: I don't need you bum-snogging. Nor do I need you flaming. Spank you very much. 3 Pandora out.