Disclaimer:- None of the "Remember Me" or "Twilight" characters belong to me, I am merely borrowing them for the duration of the story. Any original characters I may introduce are mine.

This is something new for me, an idea for a crossover just popped into my head and since my muse refuses to be ignored, I decided to go ahead and write it. Hope that you enjoy it at least a little bit ;o)

If you're a "Twilight" fan and haven't seen the movie "Remember Me", picture a rougher, angsty 21-year-old Edward Cullen and you have Tyler Hawkins. The story is set in the world of "Remember Me" (New York City, early Noughties) with the addition of "Twilight" characters, Jacob Black being the main one.

The story is all human and is rated 'M' for sex, violence and language. It's slash, as most of my stories are, so if this isn't your thing, give it a miss.

CHAPTER ONE

Tyler's POV

I slumped down further in my seat, barely listening as the professor droned on endlessly in a monotone. I had spent almost three years wondering why the hell I bothered majoring in Sociology, but typically I hadn't actually done anything to improve the situation. I could have switched during the first year, but I hadn't been able to make a decision on what to major in instead, so I stuck with it - and hated every damned boring lecture and paper. So far I had managed not to flunk, but I knew it was by the skin of my teeth and if I didn't move my ass for the last year, I would never get a good grade in the final exams. It wasn't that I was stupid - if that had been the case I wouldn't have had a hope of getting as far as I had - it was that I had no motivation and couldn't bring myself to care much about where I ended up.

Shrugging, I pulled a stick of gum out of my pocket, unwrapped it and shoved it into my mouth, rolling up the small square of paper foil and flicking it towards the bent head in front of me, quickly earning myself a scowl as the redhead brushed a hand over her hair and turned around. I smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"Jerk," she hissed and turned back to her notes.

I twisted my head around to look for my best friend and room mate, Aidan. He was probably sitting behind me, grinning at my childish behaviour as usual. His seat was empty and I frowned. Aidan never ditched. Even if he was dying in bed of some incurable disease he would have dragged himself to his lectures. I'd never seen anyone more annoyingly determined not to fail, but a second glance confirmed his seat was in fact empty.

I picked up my pen and began to doodle in my notebook, sketching a naked girl with big tits and a fake smile. She looked nothing like Ally, my girlfriend. Ally had barely a handful at the top, her figure slim and boyish and she was bossy, stubborn and determined. I loved her; she was the only thing I really did care about, that gave me some sort of purpose. Somehow she had managed to put up with me for six months, even forgiving me for beginning to date her as a bet with Aidan that I could get her in the sack after her father, the cop, arrested me for one of my stupid fights. She had broken up with me when she found out, packed her things, stormed out and refused to answer my calls while I moped and drank and picked fights with people I didn't know - my usual behaviour. I hadn't expected her to come back, but Aidan had gone to see her and begged forgiveness on my behalf. I never knew what he said exactly, but she gave me another chance and moved back in. The last four months had been pretty damned good.

I grinned to myself as I thought about her. She would be home studying, having no lectures that day, waiting for me to go back to the apartment after my classes ended. I could imagine her preparing an early dinner for us, leaving it to burn while we tore each other's clothes off and staggered into the bedroom, falling upon each other like starving animals. My cock twitched in my pants and I grinned wider. I couldn't wait to get out of this fucking boring lecture. I would race home during the lunch break - if I hurried, we would have half an hour before my next class. Just enough time for a quick fuck if we didn't bother with much foreplay. I began to harden and shifted my position impatiently, unconcerned if any of the other students noticed. They would probably just be envious that I apparently had something more interesting to think about than religious cults, which was what today's riveting presentation was about.

The rest of the hour crawled by. Several times I was certain the clock on the wall above the professor's head had broken, but the hands crept laboriously around the dial towards twelve and at last we were released from the torture. I shoved my notebook into my bookbag and fled to the long row of bicycles chained to the stands along the wall of the building. In another minute I was pedalling furiously back to the apartment, risking life and limb by dodging in and out of the traffic in an effort not to have to slow down. I arrived breathless in ten minutes, leaped off the bike and hoisted it up onto my shoulder as I entered the building.

I ran up the stairs eagerly, my heart pounding and my cock stiffening again at the thought of grabbing her and throwing her onto the bed. I stopped outside the apartment, lowering the bike to the ground, and pushed the door ajar an inch, reminding myself for the hundredth time to get a deadbolt. Ally and Aidan were always bringing it up, although they never did anything about it themselves.

"Mmm..."

My eyes widened as I heard her moan and I smirked to myself. She obviously couldn't wait for me to get back. I paused another moment, holding my breath and listening. Gradually my heart seemed to stop beating and my whole body froze, immobile as I heard her again.

"Mmm, yes! Oh, God, Aidan!"

I flung the door open and it crashed against the wall, knocking out a chunk of plaster. I could see my bed the minute I took one step inside. The pair of them were scrambling apart, red-faced, grabbing for their clothes, babbling shit about it not being what it looked like. I wasn't even thinking, I just felt. I felt sick, enraged and every little bit of hatred and pain I ever felt about my father redirected itself towards my girlfriend and my best friend. I snatched up my bike, charged towards the bedroom and launched it at them.

"What the fuck?" Aidan yelped, throwing himself in front of Ally. The bike hit him in the head and the chest and he fell backwards onto the bed, shoving it off him with one hand and yanking his shorts up the rest of the way with the other. He still had a condom on, I noticed, and fought back the urge to vomit.

"What the fuck, huh?" I snarled. "What the fuck are you doing? You piece of shit, Aidan! What kind of friend are you? You can't get your own girl so you have to fuck mine?"

"Tyler, stop it, calm down," Ally said, approaching me wearing nothing but her panties that she had pulled on inside out, and a shirt - Aidan's shirt.

"Calm down? So you can try and explain why you're in our bed with my room mate? What, am I not enough for you? One cock not enough for you, fucking cheating slut!"

"Tyler, back off!" Aidan stepped between Ally and me, his head bleeding where the bike had hit him, his hands up as if to ward me off. "Let's talk about this..."

"Talk? You want to talk? Don't you think you should have talked before you fucked each other? Why'd you bother coming back, Ally, huh? If you wanted him, why bother?"

"Because I thought you loved me!" she shouted back, pushing Aidan out of the way.

I snorted, almost laughing. "This is how you treat people who love you, is it? Obviously you don't feel the same."

"Tyler, I am sick of this, ok? You're never here. You're never with me, even when you're here, you're not. You're so screwed up over your family shit, you never pay attention to what's going on around you. I am lonely and I'm tired of trying to reach you..."

"So you get over your loneliness by fucking someone else; my best friend?" I threw a punch before I could stop myself. My fist struck her cheekbone and she fell to the ground with a cry, clutching her face.

"You fucking jerk!" Aidan snarled and threw himself at me like she was his and he had to save her from me. I stumbled backwards and bumped into the wall and we fell to the floor, punching and pummelling each other. Aidan had always been shit at fighting and I quickly got the upper hand, hitting him in the face and the stomach until he was choking and panting for breath and simply covering his face with his forearms to protect himself, spitting blood as he gasped, "I'm sorry," over and over.

Ally pulled herself up slowly and began to get dressed as I sat back on my heels, rubbing my skinned knuckles, panting and swearing and struggling not to let hurt overtake anger. I wanted to curl up and cry, but damned if I was going to do it in front of either of them.

"You always have to resort to violence," Ally said bitterly, pulling her boots on.

"Maybe I don't like finding out I'm dating a tramp!" I growled.

I risked a glance at her and grimaced at the rapidly darkening mark on her face and I hated myself for feeling guilty. She deserved it, I told myself and ignored the little voice in my head which condemned me for hitting a girl. I hauled myself to my feet and stumbled towards the door.

"You might as well stay here," I aimed at her. "I'm gone."

"This is your apartment," Ally said, barely above a whisper.

"Not any more." I walked out, leaving the door open, and shuffled down the stairs. I had no clue where I was going; all I had with me was my bookbag and my wallet and phone. Any thought of going back for my last class of the day left me and I wandered aimlessly, grinding my teeth, my eyes burning with the effort of not breaking down in the middle of the street and bawling like a child who'd had its favourite toy taken away.

I completely lost track of time as I drifted along the busy streets, occasionally earning a sharp word from a passerby as I blindly bumped into them, my feet eventually taking me towards the bar I frequented; the bar I frequented with Aidan. I halted outside with a sigh. I felt lost. The two people I cared about most in the world after my little sister Caroline had cheated on me with each other and I felt more alone than I ever had before. What I wanted more than anything right now was a drink - a lot of drinks to blot out the shock and hurt of catching them together.

I turned away from the building I had been about to enter and strode across the street, almost getting myself run over by a cab in the process, the driver honking angrily and yelling a stream of invective out of the window. I ignored him, turned left and walked into the first bar I came across, one I'd never been in or even noticed before. It was quiet for the time of day and I guessed most people were in class or in work. Most people didn't need to drown their sorrows after they caught their buddy fucking their girlfriend.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked me and I looked up. He was huge - six-four at least, packed with muscle and sporting tattoos all the way up both arms and on what was visible of his chest in the open 'V' of the top part of his shirt. I shrugged and looked past him at the row of bottles on the shelf in front of a long mirror. I caught sight of myself and grimaced. I looked like shit.

"Bourbon," I heard myself say. "Double, straight up."

I usually drank beer, but this wasn't a usual day. Oblivion seemed like a tempting destination and the faster I got there the better. I took the glass and poured the contents down my neck in a couple of gulps, flinching as the whiskey burned its way to my stomach. I pushed the glass across the bar towards the tattooed bartender.

"Another."

"Rough day?" He snagged the bottle again and poured another generous measure, but kept the glass on his side of the bar for a second. "You got a way to pay for this?"

I snorted as I pulled out my wallet. I knew I looked like a typical penniless student in my ripped jeans and wrinkled shirt. I tossed my gold card onto the bar and reached for the glass.

I didn't notice how much time passed or how much I drank. All I was aware of was that gradually I was slipping away from what had happened earlier and entering a warm and blurry state where nothing really mattered - not Ally, not Aidan, not my father and the fact that he didn't give a shit about the fact Caroline was desperate for his attention. I, on the other hand, was desperate to avoid his attention and failed miserably most of the time.

I picked up my glass, finding it had been refilled once again by the bartender who had obviously decided to help me forget. He was a nice guy. I had forgotten by then that he had my credit card behind the bar. I was pretty far gone by the time the bar started to fill up and someone other than my saviour with the bottle bothered to speak to me.

"Hey, you want some company?"

I glanced to my left and peered at the owner of the voice - a blond guy in jeans and a tee that was a couple sizes too tight.

"Not really," I grunted, wondering if I knew him.

"You look kinda lonely." I watched his hand extend towards me and land on my wrist. The fingers trailed up my arm to my elbow and back down and as I stiffened and glanced around me, realisation hit. There were two guys playing tonsil hockey not ten feet away.

'I'm in a fucking gay bar.'

"Get the hell off of me!" I exclaimed and stumbled as I jumped off the stool I was sitting on. I almost ended up in the guy's arms and I backed up quickly. "Don't touch me, fucking fag!"

I had nothing against gay guys - hell, I had fooled around with a guy in highschool once and not been in the least horrified by the fact that I enjoyed it, although I hadn't repeated the experience - but I was well on the way to being drunk and my tongue had no connection to my brain when that happened.

"Asshole!" the blond guy responded. "What the fuck are you doing in here, then?"

"Minding my own business."

"Well, go mind it somewhere else."

I threw a punch. This was what I did - I fought with random guys for no real reason other than I was pissed and they were in front of me and in my current state I was actually surprised when my fist connected with the guy's jaw. Suddenly arms grabbed me from behind, pulling me backwards.

"What the fuck, Tyler? What are you even doing in here?" a voice said. "Sorry," it continued, apparently to my victim. "He doesn't know what he's doing."

"Let go of me!" I growled, struggling fruitlessly against the muscular arms around me. Damnit, another one. "Fuck off! Don't touch me!"

"Will you shut the hell up?" The arms let go and instead I was gripped firmly by one bicep and the back of my neck and propelled towards the door. Once out on the street, I was released altogether and I lurched against the wall and leaned on it, looking up at the person who had dragged me out.

"Jacob Black," I muttered. He was in one of my classes. Mr Popular, always surrounded by a horde of friends and hot girls. I had to wonder what he'd been doing in that bar.

"Yeah," he said. "What were you doing in that place?"

"I was wondering the same about you."

"It's my favourite bar."

"You're a fag too?" I blurted.

"I'm gay, yes," Jacob replied with a frown. "Everybody knows that."

"Apart from me, clearly." I stared at him. "Why'd you come get me? Hell, you don't like me or something, do you?"

"Don't be ridiculous," snapped Jacob. "Have you seen yourself? You were behaving like a jerk and trying to start a fight with someone I hang out with."

"Your boyfriend?"

"Just a friend. What's the matter with you anyway? You weren't in class this afternoon and now you're drinking in a gay bar? I thought Russells was your haunt?"

"How'd you know that?" My voice had begun to slur and I realised the alcohol was having more of an effect now I was moving, typically.

"I don't know, I've seen you go in there. You didn't answer my question."

"Got sorrows to drown," I muttered.

"Well, you look like you need to go home. I'll get you a cab."

'Home. It's not my home any more. Ally and Aidan are there - together.'

"I can't go home!" I exclaimed.

"Why not?"

"Because my room mate's fucking my girlfriend in our apartment!"

"Oh, you found out then."

I stopped my slow stumble along the street beside him and grabbed him suddenly by the fronts of his shirt.

'He knew? Who else knew? Were they all laughing at me?'

"What the fuck do you know about it?" I yelled.

"Nothing, I just figured something was going on." Jacob gripped my wrists and pried me off, pushing me away and almost causing me to fall down. I clutched at a parking meter in an effort to stay on my feet.

"How long?" I bellowed.

"I don't know, couple weeks maybe."

"Why? Why are they doing that to me? Does everybody know?" I ranted. I barely knew what I was saying, but the pain I had felt before I started drinking doubled at the thought of half my class knowing what Aidan and Ally were doing and probably laughing their asses off while I continued to be oblivious.

"Why?"Jacob repeated suddenly. "Tyler, most of the time you're stuck so far up your own ass you wouldn't notice anything that's going on around you. You're probably the most self-obsessed guy in college and you behave like a jerk most of the time. Apparently your room mate and your girlfriend have the same opinion as everybody else."

"How the fuck did you know about them? Does everybody know they're...?" I repeated, shaken.

"No, it's not common knowledge, I'm just observant. I don't know them, or you, but people's behaviour interests me. It's what we're studying after all."

"Well, you got no business putting me under the microscope; nor does anybody else."

"You put yourself there, Tyler, by the way you act all the time. If you get the wrong kind of attention, you only have yourself to blame," Jacob said mildly.

I wanted to argue with him, throw a punch at him like I had the guy in the bar, but everything he said was whirling around in my head and all I could think at that moment was that he was right. I was a self-obsessed jerk, so busy worrying about my own shit that I didn't notice anything else. Ally said the exact same thing - I was too busy being screwed up to be with her properly. It was my fault she cheated; my fault people didn't like me; my fault I was alone and drunk, being dragged out of a bar by someone I barely knew.

"Why'd you come get me again?" I said again.

"You were causing trouble and you looked like could use some help."

"You're a regular fucking Good Samaritan, aren't you?" I grumbled and turned away from him as all the whiskey I had swallowed suddenly decided to make a reappearance.

My legs gave out and I slumped to my knees on the edge of the sidewalk, heaving repeatedly into the gutter. My eyes watered as I vomited violently until my stomach hurt and I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering. I felt pretty worthless right then, not for the first time, and all I wanted to do was crawl home and fall into bed - the very bed which was probably still occupied by Ally and Aidan.

I let out a choking sob, aware that I was only making myself appear more pathetic, but unable to suppress the tears as they began to drip down my face. I had no idea what I was going to do and I just kneeled there on the ground and cried until I was dragged to my feet again. I didn't remember what happened after that. I was vaguely aware of being in a cab and then an elevator and then a soft pillow was under my head and I was drifting away from reality into a dreamless sleep.