A/N - Sorry about the writing quality of this. I'm not happy with the actual fic, but I think I like the way the plot turned out so it's posted anyway. If you don't like the pairing, sorry, I'm not a huge fan but it's growing on me, and I had an attack of the raging plot-bunnies. R&R? Please? Reviews make my day:)
Disclaimer - No, seriously, believe me, I'm not Stephenie Meyer. Can you believe it!?
7th May 1934
They don't celebrate birthdays any more. It's easier not to mention them. But she remembers. She hides under the covers like a child, clutching the blankets tightly to her, eyes closed, searching for impossible sleep. He opens the door and slips in, sits on the bed and quotes poetry to her, Shakespeare plays and romantic novels, until she can't take his sentimental mush any more on this day of all days when she just wants to feel as terrible as she possibly can, and she peeps out, pale and gaunt and he knows he's won. They stay there all day, letting Carlisle and Esme think she's still upset. She is, but the feel of his body makes her forget.
21st November 1934
One year. He sits and holds her while she shudders and cries, or the nearest approximation she can manage, locked in her broken world for the whole day. She doesn't move and he doesn't move, until dawn breaks the next morning and he strokes her hair one last time, kisses the corner of her lips and tilts her head to meet his gaze with her unfocused, dead eyes.
"It's OK," he whispers, "You're safe now. Shhh, it's OK, they can't hurt you. Shhh." And he kisses her again until she smiles sadly and gets up to face the day.
6th July 1935
She sits by his side for all three days. He writhes and screams and he apologises, over and over and over. Edward ignores the both of them until the last day when he can't take it any more. He appears by her side, silently, and looks down at the man before them.
"Do you...?"
"No."
And he leaves, and she lays her head on her new love's chest and sobs without any tears.
25th December 1967
Alice and Jasper have slipped off to their own room, Esme and Carlisle are outside, watching the stars, Emmett has gone to get something and they are left alone.
"Mistletoe." he says and then neither of them know who starts it but he's pushing her against the doorframe and she's pulling him back after her and their mouths are mashed together in a ferocious, passionate embrace.
They jump apart as Emmett returns, the rest of the family following, all of them looking surprisingly smug. Their wide eyes and scared faces must stand out a mile, but noone seems to notice.
"Rosalie Lillian Hale," Emmett says, dropping to one knee, "Will you marry me, darling?" He pulls out a box and a diamond sparkles in the starlight. She pales before she whispers her assent. They think it's shock. He knows better. He knows it's guilt.
31st December 2007
She's reading. He's watching her whilst the others watch TV. Bella sits with Alice, laughing, and Rose scowls. She knows what he's doing.
"Get out of my head Cullen." she thinks.
Royce, blood, darkness, laughter, pain, Emmett, Royce, Emmett...
He visibly recoils from her thoughts and she smiles, watching his face crease up, and for a moment the men in her head fade away, unbidden, into memories of him. She shuts them out as soon as she realises, but he's already laughing, mirthlessly.
"Me too," he whispers, so only she can hear, "I remember."
She shakes her head in denial, but they both know shes lying.
These are five things that never happened to Rosalie Hale. Or at least, that's what she likes to tell herself.