» Title: Damage.
» Author: Jae-Zrock.
» Chapter: Eins (one in German).
» Rating: Teen, perhaps Mature in later situations.
» Warnings: Impending 'misconduct' of the sexual kind, maybe some language.
» Fandom: Twilight.
» Pairings: EmmettBella.
» Spoilers: None, unless you haven't read Twilight. In that case, why are you here?
» Disclaimer: Don't own anything associated with Twilight or it's contents and characters. I don't pretend to be Steph.
» Summary (overall): This time, Bella's not the one falling. It's Emmett, and he happens to be going head over heels for a certain human wife of his "brother's".
» Other: The next chapter will be up eventually. Reviews are nice. How would you like this story to go?


The damage was done.

Somewhere, between his latest prank on Edward and a wrestling victory over Jasper, Emmett Cullen had done the unthinkable.

He had fallen for Isabella Swan.

Somehow, though he covered it up with good-natured teasing and jokes, the feelings he had had for Rosalie since he had been 'changed' had transferred to a weak, clumsy, human girl. Worse than that, his brother's wife.

He first realized this… this… infatuation, with a shock, when his emotions changed towards her. It started simple, nothing drastic enough for anyone, even himself, to think twice about it. For instance, when she fell, no matter how often it happened, or how used to it he was, he was concerned. He wrote it off, of course, because there was no reason for him to think more of it. Everyone worried about Bella's lack of coordination, hoping that she wouldn't one day really hurt herself. A joke about her actually killing herself before 'Eddie' had a chance to change her smothered the foolish worry, so he thought no more of it, and no one, not even Jasper, thought it odd, either.

But then he, quite by accident, walked in on Edward and Bella… together, in that way, with her pinned against a wall, legs wrapped around Edward's waist, kissing him like Alice had predicted Armageddon, with Edward just as enthusiastic. Emmett had backed out of the room as silently as his bear-like form could, leaving them to it, so he could figure out what this seed of emotion that had wormed into his mind was… Wait. Was that jealousy he felt? This revelation was, of course, ridiculous, he told himself, because he didn't like Bella. She was his sister, in a way. It didn't matter that she was absolutely beautiful, not the in-your-face, model-type way of Rose, but in the natural, gentle way that was almost too pretty. It didn't matter that, when she spoke, it sounded as magical and velvety as she claimed Edward's voice was to her. And it definitely didn't matter that, every time she walked into a room, the whole place literally lit up, as if the absence of her presence was like the absence of life. He repeated this to himself, but, in some unused, dark corner of his mind, he knew. Maybe, if he could dream, his subconscious would make him recognize that his emotions towards Rosalie were dimming slowly, and the ones towards Bella, which he kept denying to himself that he even had, were growing stronger by the day. But, he couldn't sleep, therefore couldn't dream, and, therefore, stayed in the dark about the oh-so-obvious emotions.

They were there, though. Jasper could feel them, Emmett knew, so he made sure he had Rosalie with him when he neared the human. He played off the lust and, dare he admit, love he harbored, almost against his will, towards Isabella to seem, at least to Jasper, to be caused by Rosie's presence. Around Edward, he thought of trivial things, like beating Jasper again at Halo 3, or what he and Rosalie had done the previous night, but, never, never, about Bella, never anything to do with her, because, if Edward discovered his darkest secret, he was dead. Or as dead as you can be when you're technically not alive.

Nevertheless, the emotions strengthened to the point of being almost suffocating every time Bella laughed at a joke of his, or shot him a smile, or blushed from his teasing. It was a wonder Jasper never associated the spike of his emotions with her actions. The connection was obvious, but no one in his family would ever even dare to think that their beloved Emmett would do something so heinous as to fall in love with his 'brother's' wife, to fall out of love with Rose, his soul mate.

But, it had happened. Even he couldn't deny it now. And now, here he was. Human-sitting the object of his affections, with no one around for miles, no one to stop him from doing with her something he had only ever done with Rosalie.

Oh, Bella, he thought desperately to himself as he watched her sleep, her chest rising and falling evenly as she dreamed of things Emmett never could again. What am I going to do with you?