Summary: Renee takes Bella and Jasper away from Charlie, which causes Charlie to spend the next eleven years searching. When Charlie and his kids find each other again, Bella and Jasper move back in with their father. Coming back to Forks and seeing their friends again is exactly what Bella needs... If she could remember them.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight.

A/N: this story was originaly .roarr6

Chapter One; Charlie's POV

"In each family, a story is playing itself out, and each family's story embodies it's own hope and despair." -Unknown

"Renee! The kids and I are going fishing for Bella's birthday!" I called to my beautiful wife.

She came out of the kitchen with a towel, whipping the flour from her hands. My normally smiling wife had a scowl on her face. She'd been wearing it more and more lately.

"Why don't we do something together for once? Like a family?" she suggested bitterly.

I sighed, "Babe, I always ask if you want to come, and you never do. I quit asking."

"Ask me now."

"Renee, would you like to come fishing?"

"No, I wouldn't. I would like to do something everyone likes. Do you really think Isabella likes fishing?" she roared. The arguing had become a daily thing lately.

I glared, "Yes, Bella does like fishing. Have you seen her before? I didn't think so. She's just as good as her brother."

Renee rolled her eyes, "She should be doing ballet classes like every other girl on the planet!"

"Renee! Bella is her own person! You can't except her to like everything you do! You can't control her life! And for God's sake! She's just turning six today!" I exploded. I saw my baby birthday girl and her big brother at the stairs with their fishing poles. I sighed and calmed down, "Kids, come here please."

"Daddy, when are we leaving," Bella asked.

I smiled, "I was actually going to let your mom have you two for the day. I'm going to get some fish for your dinner birthday, okay sweetie."

She pouted, "I want to help get the fishies!"

I gave her a hug, "Mommy wants to spend some time with you today."

Bella sighed and gave up.

"Okay, Daddy. I love you!"

"Love you too, baby. Jasper, brace yourself boy. I think you're going to be dragged into shopping," I teased.

He shuddered, "I think I'll make it, I love you, Dad."

"Love you too."

I came home with a bucket of fish that we could have for dinner. The day had been a perfect fishing day. It also helped me clear my head. I realized we did need to do more family stuff, Renee was right.

I grabbed my key from my pocket to unlock the door, but when I pushed just a little, it opened. They must've forgotten to lock it.

"Renee!" No answer. "Bells! Jazz!" No one was home. I brought the fish into the kitchen and opened a window so the smell of fish didn't fill the whole house. The wind blew, causing a piece of paper to flutter to the floor. It was Renee's handwritting.

Charlie,

This is too much. I can't do this anymore. I filled the divorce papers, all you have to do is sign them. I left today. The kids came with me. Don't bother calling my phone, I changed the number. The kids think we're going on vacation. I did love you Charlie, but we were too young. Sorry.

Renee

I read through it a few more times. That's when it hit me. I wasn't a man who expressed his emotions very often. But I cried at my kitchen table. My children were gone, and so was Renee. The only family of mine left. I'd never get to see my son's graduate from T-ball and go the the Little League. I wouldn't be there to protect my baby girl from the boys. I wouldn't see Jasper and Bella drive, their weddings. I wouldn't see them ever again.

I was hysterical for a few days. I'd go to work, patrol the streets in my car, but it wasn't actually me doing that. I mean, it was my body, but not my mind.

One night I sat on my couch with a baseball game on the television screen, not watching it, then it hit me. My kids were considered missing children. I was a policeman, I defiantly had an advantage over Renee. I no longer considered her my wife, because in a few months we legally wouldn't be married any longer. I considered her my enemy; we were playing a game and she just had the lead. I was catching up though.

I went into work the next day and talked to the Chief about everything that happened.

"Charlie, you're a good man. You have good kids. We'll do everything in our power to find them. I promise," Chief Martin told me as he laid his hand on my shoulder.

"Thank you, sir," I nodded and walked out. And that's what the next eleven years of my life were, searching for my children.

Over that time, we searched virtually every city we had communications with and all the big cities. I even hired a private investigator. In a big city or large town, I'd be the laughing stock. Not here, in Forks. I was practically the hero, even though I hadn't gotten anywhere. The people praised me for loving my kids so much to look for them so long and never giving up. I got bumped up to Chief of Police in Forks after Chief Martin retired. We were still close friends to this day. I swore I was beginning to loose my mind.

I sat at my desk on the phone, talking to some town the size of Port Angeles in West Virginia when one of my favorite kids came running through the doors.

"Charlie, I've got some news," Emmett said with a grin on his face.

I held up my second finger to signal one minute, "Thanks so much for the help." I hung up and looked at him telling him to go on.

"What would you do if I told you I know exactly where your kids and my old friends are?" he said the words I'd been waiting eleven years to the very day to hear.

"Em, spill your guts," I ordered, motioning for him to sit.

He smiled, "They are in Seattle at the Holiday in on Dexter Avenue. They're looking for you, Charlie."

I didn't breathe. I couldn't. My children I hadn't seen in eleven years were only a few hours away. "Get me the number."

Emmett ran to the phone book and looked up the number for the hotel. I dialed it and Asked for Isabella and Jasper Swan. They connected me and I waited.

"Hello?" a young female voice asked.

I managed to choke out, "Bells?"

It was silent for a minute, then I heard a sniffle and, "Dad? Is that you?"

I smiled into the phone, "It sure is sweetheart. The one and only. By the way, happy seventeenth birthday."

a/n:Thanks again to .roarr6 for allowing me to adopt this story! I hope I can do well continuing it! Thanks for reading and feedback is appreciated!