AN: Hello! This is my first celb fic so go easy on me lol. Twilight stars and of course the very sexy Taylor Lautner star in this story but I just wanna point out the I own nothing and I'm making no money from this story just having a little fun. This is 100% fictional so don't sue me I have no money :) I am an aussie girl and I'm trying my best to keep the aussie slang out of the parts that are in Taylor's POV but they are there in my own characters POV so if there's anything you don't understand don't be scared to ask :) I'll be sticking translations with the AN in every chapter. Oh and there will be plenty of swearing and adult situations in this fic so if that offends you turn back now. Ok enough blabbering. Enjoy and review!

Chapter One

New Beginnings

Mikaela

I sighed deeply and put my arms around Star's strong neck. She blew deeply in my ear and I wrapped my fingers around her silky brown mane. I pressed my face into her neck and breathed in the familiar smell of horse that was always so comforting. I pulled back and stroked Stars long nose. She nickered softly and began chewing on my shirt collar.

"I know girl I'll miss you too," I murmured while freeing my shirt collar. Star had managed to eat four of my shirts while I'd been looking after her. I pushed the big mare away and shut her stall door firmly. Its not like she would wander off if I didn't; Star was far too tame. But I wouldn't put it past her to follow me right up to and into the house.

I grabbed my hat I'd left on the floor and stuffed my dirty blonde hair into it before making my way out into the blistering heat and up to the house. The ground cracked under my boots and I peered up at the endless blue sky. The drought was really starting to make itself felt. I couldn't remember the last time we had really had rain. One of the perils of living in outback Australia I guess. I hoped old Macca would have enough water to last him through the rest of the summer.

I stomped into the slightly cooler interior of the familiar house. I'd grown up in these tiny rooms. My heart ached painfully. Stop that, I chided myself, Its not like you'll never be back again. I pulled my hat off and threw it onto the kitchen bench.

"Macca?" I yelled as I walked through the house.

"Yeah I'm out here Mik," I followed the sound of his voice out to the garage. Stupid to yell really where else would he be? Macca lent over the bonnet of his pride and joy; the most beat up 1956 FJ Holden Ute you had ever seen. He had been working on it for years and he insisted he was making progress. I didn't believe him because it still looked exactly the same as the day he had bought it.

"When are you gonna give up on that piece of shit Macca?" I asked leaning against the door jam.

"When I'm good and ready. You know one day-" he started.

"You'll have it running good as new. Yeah I know. You've been telling me that since I was six," I laughed softly. Macca was one of the best men I knew. He was so tall it hurt my neck to look up at him sometimes and his skin was so tanned it made him look at least ten years older than he really was. He looked like a gruff old bastard but deep down he was a big softie. He was my uncle and the closest thing I had to a parent.

"I'm gonna miss you Mikaela," he sighed and dropped the bonnet of his ancient ute with a loud thud. He lent next to it and looked me in the eyes, "You don't need to do this you know."

"Yeah I do," I grimaced and looked down at my muddy boots. I'd been living in the tiny rural town of Julia Creek since I was five. I loved this little town with its scorching summers and sheep stations and huge open plains. It was all I really knew but I had no choice but to leave now. There where too many bad memories hanging around here.

So I'd told my uncle I was leaving. He didn't really need me here anymore anyways. There was only Star left in the stables and Macca was a one man band in his tiny garage fixing up the locals tractors and ploughers when they broke down.

I'd only finished high school with no real achievements to my name. Sure I could saddle a horse quicker than you could say "go" but that's not really a big job getter in this academic world nowadays, except for in one area. Tour guides. Big city goers apparently loved that country bumpkiness in their tour guides.

I remember hanging out down at the pub with the boys making fun of the very same tour guides I was about to become. Watching them heard American and British tourists around like cattle as they ooed and ahhed at our oh so simple lifestyle. Those tour guides always spoke to us in over simplified English. Like we couldn't read and write or something.

Well it was my only real ticket out of this place so I guess I had to take it. I had a job waiting for me in Sydney and I was dreading starting but it was better than staying here. Far better. I hadn't really thought about it till last week when I realised that my flight out of here left next Monday. Tomorrow.

"Look I know what your feeling," Macca started but I interrupted him, certain that a trip down memory lane was about to come up.

"Don't. Please I already feel like I've sold my soul to the devil taking this new job," I said softly. I dropped my head as I felt my eyes sting with unshed tears "Who knows maybe I'll meet some rich British guy and he'll marry me and I can buy you a new ute"

"Well so long as he's good to you," Macca chuckled quietly. I looked up and let loose the big gulp of air I was holding in. I shifted uncomfortably against the door jam.

"Will you take me to the airport tomorrow?" I asked. Macca's eyebrows shot up just like I'd thought they would. I was pretty independent, even from a young age. I hated others doing stuff for me when I could do it myself. But suddenly I needed Macca there tomorrow when I boarded that plane.

"Sure thing kid," he said with a little smile. I couldn't help it. I smiled back.

*****

I bounced in my hard leather seat as Macca drove over the bumpy, dusty road. My single suitcase of all my worldly possessions was on my lap. I fumbled in my small hand bag and pulled out a crushed packet of smokes and lit one, rolling down the window quickly and savouring the intense heat as it blew through the cabin of my old car. I was letting Macca keep this and he was already planning on pulling it apart.

"You really should quit those Mikaela," Macca scolded and I took a huge drag. I looked over at him with a sarcastic set to my face.

"Well that's hypocritical," I snorted "How many times have I seen you hiding a durrie?"

"That's different Mik, I'm an adult" he said with a laugh, stealing one of my smokes. I gaped at him as he lit up and shoved the lighter back in my bag.

"And what?" Twenty two is a child to you?" I asked laughing at his bemused expression. I almost fell out of my seat when the car came to a sudden stop. My stomach dropped. We were already at Julia Creek's tiny airport.

"Well you'll always be my little girl," Macca said softly as he killed the engine.

"Don't tell me your getting all emotional on me Macca. Its not like I'll be gone forever I'll call and visit all the time," I promised "Besides you might see me through here with a bus full of cattle one day"

Macca laughed and grabbed my suit case. I chucked my smoke out the window and got out of the faded blue car, slamming the door loudly. Andrew was already out on the tarmac, his little off-white plane only about 200 meters from where we stood. He ran up to us, and pulled Macca into one of those extremely manly hugs where there is lots of grunting and back slapping.

"You ready to rock and roll Mik?" Andrew asked grabbing my bag from Macca. I nodded, tight lipped not sure if I could trust my self to talk. What if this was the biggest mistake of my life? What if I wasn't ready to leave home? My mind screamed at me but I ignored it. I was vaguely conscious of Macca pulling me into a tight hug and the loud whirring of Andrew's plane propellers starting up.

"I got something for you Mik," Macca yelled over the loud noise of the plane. I grabbed a hold of my hat to keep it on my head fro the sudden wind. Macca stuffed his large hand into his back pocket and shoved a small leather bag into my hand. I started to open it but he stopped me.

"Not here kid, when your on the plane," he said gruffly.

"Oh Macca," I sobbed and hugged him tightly again "I'm gonna miss you so much."

"Mik, were ready!" Andrew yelled and I pulled away from Macca.

"Go on Mikaela," Macca said softly and pushed me in the direction of the plane. I climbed in and pulled the hatch shut behind me. I quickly buckled my belt and pressed my face against the dirty glass. I watched the ground speed up underneath the plane and felt that sickening jolt when it took off at the end off the runway.

I looked down at the sunburnt ground where I could still see Macca waving up at me. I pushed back the tears and looked over at Andrew as I pulled the lime green headphones over my ears.

"Sydney here we come," I said with a small smile. Andrew winked at me and took the plane ever higher until I couldn't make out anything bigger than a football field on the ground. I became aware of the small leather bag in my sweaty palm and I slowly undid the strings.

A small silver bracelet tumbled out as well as a note. The bracelet was simple silver links with a flat band at the front. I flipped it over and read the engraving on the back.

With all of my heart.

I opened the note and read it quickly, it only had one sentence written in Macca's heavy scrawl.

It was your mother's.

I gulped back the tears and quickly fastened the bracelet to my wrist. I knew I'd never take it off.

*****

Four months later

Taylor

"Man its so hot," I said rolling up the car window and blasting on the air con. We had only been in the country for less than five minutes and already my shirt was soaked. I mean it was night time, isn't it supposed to be cooler after dark? I heard the girls laugh in the back and threw them a dirty look over my shoulder.

"Your such a baby Taylor, how are you gonna handle our Out Back Adventure Extraordinaire?" Rob asked as he steered through the busy Sydney traffic. I wished I was driving but Rob was the only one with the experience of driving on the wrong side of the car on the wrong side of the road.

"Hey this is Kirsten's fault she's the one who wanted to do this," I replied cheekily.

"Well excuse me for wanting to see where my mother grew up," Kirsten replied hotly from the back. I leant over the back of my chair and grinned at her.

"But your mother lived in the city and were going to the wilderness and what not," I pointed out. It wasn't like I didn't want to be here; hell I'd been so excited about a real holiday since we'd wrapped Eclipse. We had generously been given three months off between Eclipse and Breaking Dawn and I was determined to make the best if it. I couldn't wait to get out there, but any chance to stir up Kirsten I'd take.

"So? Cant I see the rest of the country while I'm here?" she asked leaning forward in her seat and starting out the window as the busy traffic whirled by. I was about to reply when Nikki suddenly screamed. Rob stamped on the brakes and I was very glad of my seatbelt other wise I'd be flying through the front window.

"What? What is it?" Rob yelled looking around ignoring the honks from other motorists now stuck behind our stationary car.

"Look it's the Opera House!" Nikki squealed excitedly. I rolled my eyes and started laughing at Rob's face who looked like he wanted to kill someone. He quickly shifted the car into first and grumbled under his breath.

"Haven't you ever heard of not scaring someone while he's driving? I could of killed us all" he warned but it fell on deaf ears as both Kirsten and Nikki were staring out the windows at the iconic building. I glanced over at it too through the tinted windows. It was impressive and pretty all lit up so it stood out in the night sky, but Id seen a hundred photos of it before. I wanted to get out of the city badly.

We pulled up at a swanky looking hotel, all marble and gold and shiny. My mouth dropped not at the flaunted expensiveness of the hotel but at the reception waiting us. There was no one! A huge smile cracked onto my face.

"Excellent no one knows were here," Kirsten said echoing my thoughts as we came to a stop. A young guy took the keys from Rob to go park the car. I grabbed my bags from the trunk before he pulled away and jumped up the steps, taking two at a time.

We checked in swiftly with a friendly "Welcome Mr Lautner, Mr Pattinson etc". We were given our room keys (single for both me and Nikki, double for Kirsten and Rob the damn love birds) and were told we had to be down in the foyer at nine thirty sharp to leave for our Out Back tour.

As I settled down on my small but very comfortable bed I tried to sleep but I knew I couldn't. I should have been jet lagged as all hell but I was too keyed up. It wasn't so much the holiday that was awaiting but the fact the we seemed to be treated normal around here. I grinned up at the ceiling. I had no idea how much my life was about to change.

*****

Mikaela

"Oh man!," I groaned looking up at the white board. I irked at the laughter behind me and turned around to face Josie. She was unpinning her shiny gold badge that showed off her name.

"Please Josie do I have to?" I begged "I just got back with a busload of Americans the other day I don't think I can handle more just now! Swap with me?" Its not that I have anything against Americans but in my past experiences the groups had always been young families with screaming children and a million and one questions fired my way.

Yeah I know. I'm a fucking tour guide right? I should be able to take a million questions. But I'd like to be able to do my job with out some snotty seven year old asking me "Why?" to bloody everything right?

Each tour we did for the little guide company, so grandly called The Out Back Adventure Extraordinaire, ran for a minimum of seven to fifteen days. And this group was a fifteen day trip and I'd bet my last dollar in my bank balance that there'd be at least one whiny kid who would cling on to me and demand my attention 24/7.

"Uh you don't wanna swap with me Mik," Josie assured me. I raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Hey I've got a huge group! Just me and Michael and seventeen tourists," she protested, chucking the badge inside her locker and slamming it shut. We left the locker room and walking to the main foyer of the way over done pricy hotel that booked the tours for their clients.

"Your group is tiny, only four people. And I don't think any of them are kids so don't worry. The youngest is like twenty or something from the forms," she explained.

"Well that's not too bad," I agreed and giggled "Maybe I'll get lucky then"

Josie laughed with me as we made our way to the tiny hotel room we called home. The one good thing about working for The Out Back Adventure Extraordinaire, besides the awesome name, was that we were given a place to stay and food to eat included in our pay package. Of course we were hardly ever here but still. At least we didn't have pay rent on an apartment we would hardly ever use.

I slammed the door to our room shut and jumped up on the wide window sill, shoving the window up and grabbing a smoke out of my pocket. I lit it and inhaled deeply. No, we were supposed to smoke in here but what management doesn't know wont hurt them. I started at the cigarette. I was supposed to be quitting, I had the patches and everything. So far that plan wasn't going so well.

"If you get lucky I want details. Fully descriptive details," Josie said pulling off her top and pulling her pyjamas on.

"Pervert!" I scolded and smiled at her laughter. I took another long drag and flicked the durrie out the window and stood stretching. I skipped to our tiny shared bathroom and closed the door. I jumped in as soon as I started the shower, gasping at the freezing water waiting for it to warm up as I washed my hair. There was no drought here in Sydney, I could have waited for let the water run till it heated up. I guess too many years of living in a waterless place was too ingrained in me, I just couldn't bring myself to waste the water.

I got out of the shower and pulled on my singlet and pyjama bottoms. I stumbled blindly in the dark room, Josie was already asleep, and fumbled into my bed. I lay on my back and started up at the ceiling. I had no idea how much my life was about to change.

Translations:

Ute: utility vehicle or truck, Bonnet: Its the hood of the car where the engine is kept, Durrie/smokes: cigarettes, Singlet: tank top.