I know. I promised. Hexannual Cullen Games updates first, but this popped into my head and I couldn't get it out. If you really don't like it I'll take it down and update my other stories. But I think this one has potential. I really do.

Almost Twilight and My Sister's Keeper (Jodi Picoult) crossover, except all Twilight characters. Don't need to have read My Sister's Keeper. Basic plot summary inside. AH, AU.

Esme and Carlisle have five children, all one year apart. With their youngest just starting at school, Esme's gone back to work as an interior decorator, Emmett's nine, Rosalie's eight, Jasper's seven, Edward's six and Alice's five. However, a blow is dealt to this 'perfect' family when Edward is diagnosed with leukaemia, and only one of his four siblings is a genetic match. First few chapters are a basic overview of life thus far, and the rest of the story is set when Edward is fifteen, Alice fourteen, Jasper sixteen, Rose seventeen and Emmett eighteen.

Story explains itself as it goes on. Different POV per chapter.

Note: for those who have read My Sister's Keeper, there is no courtcase. Also, there are no romantic relationships between J&A or R&Em. There are no plans for Bella to appear as anything but a minor character.

Now, on with the story:

Carlisle: 29

Esme: 29

Emmett: 8

Rose: 7

Jasper: 6

Edward: 5

Alice: 4

CPOV:

Of all my children, Edward was the most accident prone. Perhaps that makes him sound clumsy, and that's not fair, because he was never a clumsy or maladroit child, but bad luck stuck to him like metal to a magnet, and in any sort of fight or accident he was always worst off.

All my vivid childhood memories which I regard with fondness and tried to replicate with my own children, Edward managed to muck up. Again, that makes it sound like it was his fault, but honestly it wasn't. For example, a good memory of mine is going for a walk with my father and cousin, Emma, it was a long walk along a steep track which ended in a small flat verge covered in short grass and surrounded by flowers.

I found a similar track here in Forks and when Emmett and Jasper were seven and five I packed a picnic basket and we did the walk. Two years later I repeated it with Rose and Edward. One section of the track runs just below a ridge, and while one side is a wall, gently sloping grass heading up to the ridge top, the other side is a sheer drop, to a valley maybe a hundred metres down.

Rose and Edward ran ahead, about thirty metres in front; the track was quite wide so I wasn't worried. The track was dirt, but it hadn't rained for a few days so it wasn't slippery. However, on the very edge was a layer of mud and leaves and this was as slippery as heck, so I encouraged Rosalie and Edward to stay away from the edge. Of course they stayed away from the cliff face anyway, but I was a worrying father.

"Rosalie," I remember yelling, "Don't wear yourself out, we've got another twenty minutes of walking to do."

"Yes, Dad," she called back over her shoulder. "Edward and I are playing tag."

She reached out to tag Edward, and he dodged close to the hem of the track, and his shoe hit the rim of mud and leaves. He slipped, his stomach hitting the path with a thud and, flailing, he fell off the side.

My stomach twisted sickeningly and my breath caught in my throat. I swore my heart stopped beating as my five year old son tumbled off a cliff face. "Edward!" Rose screamed, then "Dad! Dad!" but I was already running. This was my youngest son, my little boy.

The picnic basket I'd been carrying slipped out of my hand, my eyes blurred with tears. Then, panting slightly, I screeched to a halt beside Rosalie. She lay flat on her stomach, both hands clutching her brother's wrist as he dangled in thin air. If not for her quick thinking, Edward would have fallen to his death, one hundred metres below. I knew Rose couldn't hold Edward for long, and I knelt beside her. I leant over the edge of the path and stretched down, my hands grabbing my son's side. Then I heaved him up and stumbled backwards, pulling Rose to her feet with one hand.

I stood leaning against the grass on the other side of the track, gasping and hugging both my children to me. "Rose, Rose, thank God for you," I murmured, "Are you alright, darling?"

"I'm fine," Rosalie whispered, her voice muffled against my shirt.

"Edward," I said, gently shaking him a little, "Edward, are you okay?"

"Dad," he said, but he didn't answer my question.

"Edward, tell me, are you hurt?"

"No, no I'm not. I'm sorry, Dad."

"It's okay. It was just an accident. Just an accident," I repeated to myself. "Do you- do you want to go on?"

"No," Edward said, his voice small. "I want to go home."

"Me too," Rose agreed. "Home."

"Home," I breathed, repeating Rose. "Okay, let's turn around." We walked back up the trail, past the abandoned picnic basket, and I didn't stop to pick it up. I was too busy cradling Edward and Rosalie to my side, putting myself between them and the drop and silently thanking God for the miracle that had just occurred.

When we reached home that day, Emmett, Jasper and Alice were playing a game on the front lawn, Esme stood by the steps of our house watching them, one hand shielding her face against the sun. When she saw us pull up the driveway, her face lit up and she jogged across the lawn to meet us.

"Hey," she called as we piled out of the car. "How was it?"

Then she caught sight of my face. "Honey, what happened?" Her eyes darted from me looking over the children. Edward had a couple of leaves tangled in his bronze hair, mud coated his shoes, pants and shirt and he had a graze up one arm and on his face. Rose's t-shirt was covered in mud and dirt, but other then that she was fine. They were both fine. "They're all right, they're fine." I voice, staring at Esme's worried face. She knew from my tone not to press questions. She sent them off to have showers and get changed.

"I'm glad they're all right," she said, meeting my gaze, "but are you?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine, really I am."

Later that night, after we'd tucked the kids in, Esme and I were sitting in the lounge. "I was so scared," I admitted.

"Why?" Esme said, confused. "When?" I recounted the tale of the day to her, shuddering at the memories, then apologizing profoundly for losing her picnic basket.

I never went to get that basket and I never took Alice on that walk. Maybe that was a little unfair of me, but whenever someone mentioned Jenna's Trail I immediately got the image of Edward falling, and my heart would skip a beat and my stomach would twist. At the time, that was the worst thing I could imagine happening. In a matter of months, I would only be able to envision much worse.

So, did you like it? Takes place in the house the Cullen's reside in in Twilight. Anyway, please review. Please. Pretty please...