A/N: Hey, so here is my first posted story for twilight and I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: this story is loosely based off the show Forever so I don't own any of the ideas I might have added. I do not own the Twilight cast, only my own words and how I decided to write, or type, them down.

Warning now, this story is Femslash so no hate or flames on that. I you didn't read the warning and you are offended, that is your own fault so dodn't take it out on me. If you did read the warning and are still offended, Boo hoo, keep it to yourself.

Forever

Prologue

I breathe in deeply, taking in the thick fumes of smog that is a constant in New York, but my lungs had grown used to it in my three years residents.

The city sites, crowded places, and violence that is a near constant is almost comforting because I had come to love this new place that I had settled in, and it will almost be a shame when we have to leave.

I look up at Charlie, my son that can now pass as my father, and a pang goes through me as I once again realize that the world moves on around me, and he is part of that world, not mine.

Even when he grows old and dies, I will be the same, alone, dying and being reborn over and over. And I will be alone again.

If I could just figure out how to die!

"What are you thinking right now?" Charlie asks.

I shrug and stare up at where the stars would be if it weren't for all the pollution.

"Did you know that a hundred years ago, I could see the stars right here?"

He cracks a smile and it looks like he's going to say something when a siren roars past, screeching its urgency and drawing everyone's attention to a few blocks down.

Smoke, not the normal polluted kind, rises thickly in the air and upon sucking in another breath, I can taste the fire on my tongue.

I dash forward, chasing after the retreating fire truck and ignoring my companion calling me back.

I reach the building, taking in the rushing uniforms, blue and yellow, holding the crowd of onlookers back and rushing towards the orange glowing building that has flames flicking hotly through the windows.

They seem to be struggling with a water hydrant and others look reluctant to go into the building when a beam falls in the doorway.

My eyes are drawn to a shrieking woman as she struggles against the hold of an officer.

"Please- PLEASE! My baby daughter is still IN there! Please, someone, SAVE HER!"

I turn back to the hot flames and watch as one of the firemen curse as he cant get the hose attached to the hydrant, then move to the men hovering in front of the collapsed door, and then dash forward.

A police officer calls out as I race past him and many men reach out to pull me back, but I dodge around them and plunge into the roaring flames.

Sweat immediately breaks out along my neck at the intense heat and I choke on the thick, black, smoke. It's so dense that my squinting and watering eyes can't see more than a foot ahead of me.

"Hello?!" I call before coughing roughly. "Is anyone here?!"

I continue forward, ducking under a collapsed beam and avoiding touching the melting walls.

Faintly, very faintly, I can hear a crying and coughing sound.

I charge deeper into the building, navigating through burning debris and rooms until I enter one where I see a crumpled, child's form trapped behind part of a collapsed ceiling and a heavy smoldering desk.

I pull at the burning confines, hissing and trying to ignore as the heat blisters my palms until they bleed, until I'm able to reach the child.

She can't be more than six years old.

She clutches onto my shirt as I pull her to me and turn to the door, hacking and wheezing as my throat burns painfully and razors feel like they're driven into my lungs with every inhale.

Finally, I see the crumpled doorway.

"Help, someone please help!" A man's voice begs deep in the building and my heart jerks to my throat.

A fireman rushes forward as I stumble out of the building, and I hand the little girl easily over, but before anyone can insist that I get some medical attention, I turn and dash back into the building where I can still faintly hear the man calling for help.

"Where are you?!" I cough, my streaming eyes spotting around the corners.

I find him, crushed under a burning beam.

The heat is so intense that my whole top is soaked in sweat and my lips crack dryly.

I tug hard at the beam, once again ignoring the blistering in my hands and pain stabbing my chest, but release it when he screams in pain.

"It's going to be okay," I tell the man, going into more hacking coughs. "You're going to get out of here."

I can see the fear in his eyes, the soot and sweat covering him and me like a second and third skin.

I give another heave, ignoring his screaming pain and the burn in my muscles that might mean I caught fire for all I know.

He tugs his legs free and I let it drop, immediately collapsing to the ground.

"Hey- hey, Miss! Wake up, we have to get out of here!"

I'm dying. I know that I'm dying, I've inhaled too much smoke, and I sigh in relief as a bang alerts me to the fact that the firemen have finally entered the building.

I let myself go, feeling my heart slow and vision go dark, and hear the air leave my lungs in one last breath...

My life flashes before my eyes in a second, speeding through so fast I can't distinguish one shape from another, before cold washes over me and I burst out of the water, gasping for breath and looking around to see if anyone saw.

I sigh, swimming towards the shore with lady liberty standing tall and green behind me.

I smile awkwardly at the people staring at me as I walk, dripping along the walkway, naked except for the chain dangling from my neck.

I raise my hands in easy surrender as two cops start walking towards me with crossed arms.

...

"Come on, Ma, this will be fun," Charlie insists as we pull up into a small two-story house. "I already got a job position at the station."

Rain splatters the windshield of the new police cruiser and continues to make lake-sized puddles in the rocky ground.

"Small towns have a long memory, Charlie. What if I die in front of everyone and they see me disappear?"

He rolls his eyes and climbs out of the car to collect our things.

The few suitcases that we brought are unpacked quickly and I'm left staring at the dusty cupboards.

"I'll have to go to the store tomorrow and start looking for a job too."

"Actually, I enrolled you in school," Charlie says casually shifting through a pack to pull out a few protein bars.

"What?" I ask, turning a glare on him.

He meets my eyes levelly.

"You are now seventeen, I am your father, and you are going into the eleventh grade at Forks High school."

I groan and snatch the bar that he offers me. "You know I hate starting in high school, I'm physically nineteen, why can't I just get a job?"

"The younger you start, the longer we can stay. So get teenager-y and go to school."

"I hate that I raised you to be stubborn like me," I mumble and he smiles victoriously.

My fingers automatically find the chain on my neck to finger the wedding bands.