Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight! If I did, though, I would totally write fanfiction. Just saying.

Chapter One

"I'm at war with the world,
And they try to pull me into the dark,
I struggle to find my faith,
As I'm slipping from your arms.
It's getting harder to stay awake,
And my strength is fading fast,
You breathe into me at last."

~ Skillet

I'm exceptionally cold when I wake – freezing actually, as if I'm not wearing any clothing, though I can feel the fabric against my chilled skin. I open my eyes and see only darkness; I feel the tight knot of the blindfold around my head, which aches with an acute pounding in my temples. My limbs feel immobile.

I also feel like I should remember something.

And then, with a bluntness that startles me, another familiar voice enters my mind.

Fucking Christ, I never thought you would wake up!

Izzy?

The one and only.

Where are we?

Not sure. But we have to get the fuck out.

I try to sit up, twisting my limbs and hissing when I feel thick straps pressing into my flesh at the shoulders, elbows, wrists, waist, legs, knees and ankles. There is no way I'm moving any time soon.

Izzy makes a distressed noise, something between a sigh and a scream.

And it reminds me instantly of the last things I'd seen – someone dressed in black with a black mask hitting Edward over the head with a blunt object. I remember a hand over my mouth and the odd realization that the leather covering the hand didn't match the soft feel of moist fabric against my mouth.

Tears pool in my eyes.

We were so close, I tell Izzy. What if he's dead.

He's not dead, she reassures me quietly, confidently. We would be able to feel that. I know it. But he feels like…he's missing. Alive but not quite here.

Here as in our location or here as in his mental state? Izzy?

She doesn't answer me and I feel a chill in my spine.

And then, my time is up – a door opens, metal against metal, and slams closed. I can tell it's on the other side of the room. There is a steady click of heels against metal and my stomach sinks when I detect the change in direction.

Towards me.

I force my body to relax but I know it's too late – she's already seen my tense and I'm sure the set of my mouth doesn't appear calm at all.

Closer and then a feminine sigh and fingers tugging at the knot on the side of my head.

Then, blinding bright white light.

I squint, blinking the blue and green aftershocks our of my sight, knowing that Izzy is taking inventory of everything we see, most important of all is Carmen's face smiling down at me.

Funny how I had never noticed her smile seemed a little manic – a little too perfect in that Stepford Wife sort of way. "You're up," she tells me brightly. "The first one, too. Are you thirsty?"

I look at the sealed bottle of water in her hand and hesitate – do I risk it? It is sealed.

Still, I shake my head after Izzy's firm no echoes in my head.

Carmen shrugs and sets the water down beside me.

Her calm demeanor makes me tremble – like it's normal to go around stealing kids off the street. I almost miss when she starts speaking again.

"I'm afraid I can't unbind you, Bella. You've got that alter locked up in your brain and she's a flight hazard," Carmen says, sounding anything but apologetic though that is the emotion that is plastered on her face. "I'll be back to check up on everyone soon."

I don't acknowledge her as she walks away.

Bella, there are others.

What?

Izzy directs our gaze to the left, where she had picked up familiar honey blond hair – Rosalie. She is bound like me with thick leather padded metal and a black blind fold. Aside from the tussle of her hair, she appears perfect and sleeping.

I hear quiet, measured breathing behind me and know it's either Emmett or Jasper.

And though I had begun to feel more and more sick as our situation cemented in my mind, nothing made me want to wretch more than the sight of two bronze and auburn heads in front of me.

Alice.

And Edward.

I want to cry when I see the white bandage wrapped around his Mohawk.

Oh God. Oh God.

Keep calm. Try waking someone up.

Right. That's what I should do.

And though I want nothing more than to yell Edward's name, to wake him and find out that he's okay – alive, breathing, safe even in a place like this – I can't. I can't open my mouth or manage to breathe more than a few quick inhales, on the verge of hyperventilation.

And the weirdest part is that Izzy isn't doing any better.

She's floundering, studying every aspect of the room we're in and the conditions of the people around us, over and over again. She doesn't try to alter and I can't understand why – now would be the perfect time, now is when I need to take a backseat and let her take the wheel.

But she doesn't. She won't.

I'm not sure how much time passes – an hour, fifteen minutes – but eventually, the others start moving, slowly at first, and then Rosalie's voice pierces the quiet of the room, and Jasper and Edward begin cursing up a storm. Alice is oddly quiet – almost accepting – and Emmett seems to be silently taking in the room and situation.

Rosalie turns her head, eyes locking on mine. "Oh, my God. Bella? What's going on here?"

It's the first sensible thing that's been said since they woke up. Maybe that's why the room goes silent and all eyes turn to me. Maybe that's why I foolishly ignore the strange light in Edward's blue green eyes when he looks at me.

Ignoring his unfamiliar, almost hostile, stare, I feel my wrists tugging at the straps that hold me to the chair. "It's Denali. Carmen, she didn't seem stable."

Emmett's voice from directly behind me, gently probing for more information, "How do you mean stable?"

I feel my head shake. "There's…I don't know. It's like she doesn't see anything wrong with this."

"Fucking lunatic. I knew it," Jasper mutters. "Edward, man, we need a plan."

And that's when I feel my heart collapse in my chest, because not only do Edward's eyes pass over me without hesitation, but his next words are spoken in a clipped, angry tone that is so unlike him. "Who the fuck are you? Where am I? Alice?"

A heart beat.

Two more.

Another pause.

What does he mean?

What does that mean?

"Edward?"

His cold eyes land on me, glaring. His jaw is tense and I feel a chill run down my spine.

"Don't you remember me?" I ask, my voice shaking.

"No," he bites out, annoyed.

My stomach sinks.

Rosalie gasps.

Alice's eyes widen.

He doesn't remember me.

There is a single stain of blood, about half the size of my fist, soaking into the bandage on Edward's head and I know, without a shadow of doubt, that it is the reason he's forgotten me.

He forgot us.

I hardly have any time to process it before the door is opening and Carmen is coming back in. She smiles brightly at us all while carrying a tray of familiar syringes.

The same from the vision.

Automatically, my body tenses – I don't even need Izzy's dark warning that whatever was in those needles wasn't good for us. Had my hands not been bound to the chair, I would have touched the sleek metal of the syringe to find out exactly what they were injecting us with. As it was, even as my hands skimmed the surface of the chair I was bound to, I felt no sudden surge of psychic clairvoyance.

There has to be a way, I tell Izzy suddenly, quickly even as Carmen sets down the tray on a small table and carefully picks out a syringe, heading for Emmett. They must be able to do something to objects to make them so mute to me.

Like…cleansing or some shit?

Maybe. Because I should be able to know or get a feeling from this chair but there's nothing.

Izzy thinks about it for a moment, quickly judging all the angles of my theory. Even if it's true, there's nothing me can do about it now.

You're right. We can't now. But I will find a way around it.

We both will.

Emmett and Jasper don't struggle against the needle – they are stoic, silently taking whatever drug into their system without so much as a protest. I can't say the same for Rosalie, who puts up a very loud, very incoherent fight until Carmen finally holds her arm steady and unkindly sticks her with the syringe.

Almost instantly, it seems like Rosalie goes to sleep and I know that's exactly what happened to Emmett and Jasper.

But why are they putting us to sleep? We're already in this stupid fucking steel room, at their mercy.

Maybe it's about breaking us.

Controlling us?

Or…moving us.

Carmen comes towards me now, a slight furrow to her brow as she silently exposes the single large vein on the vulnerable inside of my elbow. I brace myself for the pinch of the needle piercing my skin and look up, catching two pairs of eyes.

The first is Alice's – she's watching with a slight somber, knowing smile. She's known this would happen, just like I did. She probably knew more than me.

I look away from her and right at Edward, my heart pulsing painfully in my chest because even if he didn't remember me, the last thing I wanted to see was her perfect chiseled profile and the soft spikes of her Mohawk. What I got was a perfect view of his odd colored eyes – the blue and the green mixing oddly under the harsh lights of the steel room. His face is nearly impassive but his eyes are somewhere between frustrated and concerned.

Where as I cannot look away from him, he watches the needle slide through my skin with barely concealed hatred.

Hatred for me or what's happening to me?

Probably neither, Izzy answers sluggishly. Our eyes are closing slowly, fighting against the instant effects of the drugs for just one last glimpse of the boy who stole our heart and then forgot it all. He's not our Edward anymore, Bella.

Her words trigger something in my mind because suddenly, instead of blinking at his blurring image as his head falls back, I feel like my eyes are in the future. I have no sense of how far away the image is – months, years, weeks, hours – but I do know that it causes a riot of hope to surge in my heart.

Edward taking my face in his large hands, his lips moving silently, forming short words, and then gently kissing me.

Even in the cloudy state that I and Izzy are futilely fighting against, it doesn't escape our notice that this is my first moving vision.

That and one final look at Edward are the last things I remember before my world goes dark.

By now, the rainbow motes against the brightly filtered lights are intensely familiar to me – even as familiar as Izzy's mind bonded tightly to mine in this place. I feel so safe here, though I'm aware that my body isn't safe wherever it is.

Renee is simply sitting on her swing, her feet barely grazing the dewy forest floor as she watches me approach. As I stand a few feet from her, she shifts the fabric of her simple dress and looks down. "They have taken you."

"You knew they would."

Renee nods, once. "I did. I feel it is partially my fault for revealing myself to you so soon. You're only sixteen."

"What does my age have to do with anything?"

"Our people come into their fully developed powers at age seventeen and though you are only half a year away from that day, it is still to early for these people to be…experimenting with you."

I find myself sinking down to the moist grass. "You know what they're doing to us?"

Renee looks at me steadily. "I know many things, dear one."

"But how?"

Renee's slender hand reaches towards me, pressing one finger against my forehead. "The gift is passed through the generations in our family, much like your lover's. Seers have always been the most powerful of us."

I blink at her. "And, who are…we, exactly?"

Renee pulls back, shaking her head and pushing her toes against the grass. "That I cannot say yet. I've already altered the future too much."

I look down at the ground, shredding the grass beneath my fingers, and whisper bitterly, "My future will never be the same. They took me and they took him from me."

"Child, all is not lost," Renee tells me confidently.

My eyes snap to hers, the color so similar yet so foreign for me to see on another face. "What could you possibly mean by that?"

Renee stands, moving gracefully around the clearing. "I do not know why you would ask me, child. You've already seen it for yourself. Those enhancements have truly done their job, I think – you're progressing much faster than I ever did," she says, pausing in front of a particularly rainbow mote crowded section of air. She delicately presses her fingers against the motes, making them blend. "But, for now, I can confirm that your Edward will be with you again. Soon. He's a bit lost right now but he will come back." She pulls her fingers away from the air and turns to me. "One day, I will be able to teach you all of the wonders of this place."

"And…what is this place?"

Renee's brows raise. "This is the Phantasm."

I blink into darkness, oddly warm and comfortable; it's such a change from the last time I woke up that I feel like I should scream. Instead, I sit up slowly, waiting for my eyes to adjust, and try to find a light source.

The window, on the left.

Thanks, Izzy.

It looks fucking cold outside.

It's rather large – a huge slab of thick glass cut into a rectangle – and covers the entire wall. When I glance outside from the extremely comfortable bed I'm on, I feel a shock run through me.

Aside from the utter blackness that is the sky and the clouds that cover it, the ground is a single harsh white layer of snow with thick, frozen fog rolling over it sluggishly.

I was right. Fucking cold. It's the arctic!

"Do you know where we are?"

I turn towards the sound of Alice's voice, somehow expecting her to be awake and in the bed to my right; the bed on the left has a single, long lump that I just know is Rosalie.

I shrug, feeling my shoulders hunch in.

She knows something.

Just how much does she know? And why the fuck does it seem like everyone else knows more than us?

"Alaska," Alice tells me somberly.

"Alaska," I repeat flatly. "As in 30 Days of Night Alaska?"

"The very same. I'm pretty sure it's northern Alaska."

I sit back against my pillows, feeling a surge of Izzy's impatience flow through me as I demand, "And how exactly do you know all of this?"

Alice frowns at me, crossing her arms over her chest. She looks very young in this moment, though I know she's the same age as me. "I've known…things for a while. My Ma, Elisabeth, found out about my dreams and has been teaching me a few things about our heritage."

I purse my lips and sigh. "Why didn't Edward know about any of this?"

Alice winces at his name but shrugs it off. "We both knew he was at Denali for the teleportation-"

"Apportation," I correct quickly.

"For the teleportation, then. But he didn't show any seer signs. All Ma knew about was seering…"

"He still should have known, Alice."

Alice picks at the duvet. "I know. I know. We were going to tell him, you have to believe me."

"I do," I tell her, glancing at the window again. "But what do you know? What was your mom teaching you?"

"How to control the seer gift. I think mine is much different than yours. I don't see concrete things. My visions are of the big picture, but are entirely based off decisions. By the time I saw you and Edward being taken, it was too late. I'd gone to Jasper to tell him and they must have heard our conversation."

I frown at her as Izzy pieces together snippets over conversation from our times with Renee and what we're learning now.

I don't think we're entirely fucking human.

What? Don't be insane.

Princess, we passed insanity a long time ago.

I couldn't argue there.

"He has amnesia, doesn't he?"

I look up at Alice's tortured whisper and nod sadly. "He remembers you. That's the most important thing-"

But Alice shakes her head. "You forget what I've seen. The most important thing in his life has shifted to you. And now, he's gone back to how he was before you."

I swallow, suddenly feeling nervous. I knew – because he told me – that he's never been a ladies man.

But how else had he changed since he met me?

What don't we know about him?

When I ask Alice that exact question, her answer surprises me. "He was an asshole!"

"What?" I sputter, trying not to laugh. But, honestly, her conviction in such a horrible situation is hilarious.

"Oh, you don't know the half of it. He stopped drinking but he was always high from baking last year. All that time he thought he was sleep walking really messed with his head, you know? And the fact that he was practically ostracized at school because of his total avoidance of girls? They thought he was gay!"

"Well, he's not," I say then slap my hands over my mouth.

I can't believe you just said that.

Me either.

God, I'm rubbing off on you in the best possible way.

Alice smiles at me, relaxed.

From the bed on the other side of me, Rosalie groans, sitting up. "Where the fuck am I?"

"Alaska," Alice and I answer, sharing a look.

And it dawned on me that maybe we would be okay in this place, wherever we were.

Edward would come back to me.

And now, we had another advantage on our side – another who could see the future.

A solid feeling of confidence and hope settles in my chest.

With Alice's seer gift, my clairvoyance and Izzy's Chronesthesia, I was certain we would be okay.

A/N: So sorry for the long wait! First it was making sure I planned this entire thing right and then my computer kept crashing for three days, thus eliminating everything I'd written. Over and over again. And then some. It sucked!

Reviews (from the last "chapter" of Psionics):

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And another extra special shout out to the first review of the very last chapter of Psionics, Valentine Rain – Again, refrain from hair ripping lol Sorry in advance!

Alright, I'm off to write, eat, sleep and, you know, live.

As always, be brutally honest. I can take it.

p.s – DON'T kill me the amnesia thing! I have my reasons!

~cupcakeriot