A/N: This story was made when only four Maximum Ride books were out. So if you have read The Angel Experiment, Schools Out:Forever, Saving the world and other extreme sports, The Final Warning, and all of the Twilight Saga, then you're good:)

Oh, and one more thing. I've desided to try and edit/rewrite this story. It will take a while, but I'll do my best. Nothing major will change. Hope you enjoy:)

I do not own Twilight or Maximum Ride

Chapter 1-Alone

The sound of thunder was almost as thrilling as the sight of lightning. The loud, blasting drumfire roared like wolves in battle while the crackling white blasts that shot out of the clouds were like frail bony fingers trying to grab onto anything to stay in the sky.

I gazed out of the window as the storm continued on. Most people wouldn't be anywhere near a window during such a storm, but for an odd reason I seemed to enjoy them. Then again, I enjoyed a lot of strange things.

I felt a gentle presence surround me and I felt myself smiling without even thinking. Even though I was still watching the storm I could tell who was coming towards me just by the quick, rythematic beat of their feet against the floor.

Edward's hands wrapped securely around my waist as he rested his chin on my shoulder. His cool breath gently whisped a few strands of my hair while he gave me a puzzled look. He glanced out at the storm, then back at me.

"This is one of those moments when I truley hate not being able to hear the things that run through your mind," He muttered as he narrowed his eyes in consintration.

I breathed a laugh and shook my head. "You know me well enough that you shouldn't have to read my mind to know what I'm thinking," I replied just as quiet. He shrugged and watched the shards of light dance across the sky. "True," He said. "But this is not one of those times where I can read you like an open book."

I arched an eyebrow and glanced at him. "And you could all the other times?" His face turned some what sheepish. "Well... no, not really. However your expressions were much easier to read when you were human."

Turning around so I faced him, I smirked and wounded my arms around Edward's neck. "Can you tell what I'm thinking now?" I asked, pressing my forehead against his. He crooked a grin. He was about to say something when suddenly Emmett's booming voice blasted through my ears.

"SCOOOORE!"

Edward and I both winced and grimaced. Way to ruin the moment, Emmett, I thought dryly, positive Edward was thinking the same thing. I sighed and pulled myself away from him but kept a firm hold on his hand. "Shall we?" I asked with a smile, all my anger at Emmett completely gone. He replied with a grin as we walked into the living room.

Alice and Rosalie were standing in front of the love seat with a massive pile of clothes laying a top it. Many plastic tub's surrounded their feet. Rosalie picked up a golden silk top that looked like it cost more than my first vehicle while Alice tossed some pink stilettos into a tub.

"What are you doing?" Edward asked, just as skeptical as I was. Rosalie answered while she carelessly threw a snake skinned purse inside a tub. "We're making room for a new wardrobe." She said as a ballroom gown with the price tag still on it was thrown.

"And what do you plan to do with all this stuff?" I asked. Alice looked over a yellow sundress I had seen her wear once, twice tops. She tossed it out of sight and said to me, "Not sure yet. What do people usually do with old stuff?"

I thought for a moment. "Well, I guess you could take it to a Goodwill or something." Alice pursed her lips and squinted her deep, gold eyes. "No," She finally mumbled, rubbing a temple. "I don't know how, but we'll somehow have a good use for them soon enough."

Edward glanced at me and I shrugged with a look of what can you do? He shrugged in reply and we walked over to the loveseat across the room.

Sitting on the middle couch were Jasper and Emmett, who sat face to face with the flat screen, a proud smirk on Emmett's face while Jasper's was unreadable. My eyes narrowed once more in question.

"Ha!" Emmett rejoiced, pointing at a player that just scored a touch down. "You better cough up that money, Jasper." Jasper made no move to do so. He simply glanced at Alice who smiled at him and glanced at the screen before turning back to sort through clothes.

Emmett's face suddenly turned whiter than usual. "No," he said, jumping to his feet. "No, no, no!" The opposite team scored and won.

Now it was Jasper's turn to smirk. He snatched the four hundred doller bills out of Emmett's hand to quick for his brother to try and steal it back. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you, brother," Jasper said with a grin and walked out of the room.

I slowly turned to Alice. She batted her eyes innocently. It was hard enough to believe that Alice would tell Jasper who would win the football game, but it was even harder to believe that Emmett would think that Jasper would bet fair and square.

Alice suddenly walked over to the door and opened it. Rosalie snorted and counted off as she dug through a studded hand bag, "Five, four, three, two-"

A fast moving streak zoomed across the room and into my arms. I wrapped my arms around the tiny form at the same moment it jumped into my lap.

"Hi, Mommy!" Renesmee said joyfully. Her chocolet eyes sparkled and her bronze ringlits bounced as she turned to Edward and hugged him. "Hi, Daddy!" She greated.

"Hello, Nessie. Did you have fun at Jacob's?" He glanced at the door, maybe thinking that Jacob had simply let her walk home, which was NOT permitted under any circumstances.

Ever sense the Volturi insident a few years ago a constant eye was always on Renesmee. Weather it be mine or Edward's or just a werewolf from La Push. She could never be alone.

...But when I really started to think about it, she was alone almost all the time in a way that most kids weren't. Most children had friends, classmates. Renesmee didn't have that. Of course she would always have her family, that was for sure. But she never got to play with anyone her age. (Or the age she looked, at least)

We had to keep her hidden, and it was one of the most painful things I've ever had to do. But also it was one of the most important things I've ever had to do, and I wouldn't stop.

Still, I always wished for someone to come along like Rensemee so she wouldn't have to be so lonley.

"Well look what the dog dragged in." Rosalie muttered under her breath as Jacob walked in. He looked beyond beat. Dirt blended in with his skin tone and leaves decorated his hair as rain drops dripped down his chest. His choppy old khaki shorts were all he wore. There weren't that many articles of clothing in the werewolf wardrobe for obivous reasons.

Rensemee cranned her neck and smiled proudly. "I beat you, Jake," she said. Jacob found the strength to grin tiredly. "Yep, you sure did, Ness." She jumped from Edward's arms and into his in the same second. "I still love you, though." he said, gently pinching her side. She giggled.

Seth Clearwater appeared beside Jacob wearing some black sweatpants. He looked just as tired as Jake. He shook his head like a wet dog and slicked his hair back with his hand.

"Hello, Seth," Edward said. "What brings you here?"

Seth smiled sheepishly. "Ah, Jake pulled me into the race last minuet. Guess he didn't want to lose alone." Jacob gave him a dissaproving look and slapped him in the back of the head. The younger werewolf pouted and rubbed where he had been hit. "Watch the hair," he said, flattening the twisted strands.

Jacob simply rolled his eyes and kissed Nessie's forehead before placing her down gently. She once more took her place in Edward's lap while braiding a strand of my hair.

Carlisle emerged from his study then. Esme appeared from the kitchen with a steaming bowl of something that would look delicious to any human.

Esme smiled at the wolves. "Hi Seth, Jacob," They nodded in reply. "You two look awfully hungry. I just made a new receipe I got off Food Network. Want to give it a try?"

Jacob and Seth looked longingly at the bowl, practically panting. Ever sense Esme took up cooking for Nessie's rare meals she let the wolves taste it first so she could get an opinion. And everytime she cooked they ended up licking the bowl's clean and begging for seconds.

"Didn't Billy say we should be back for patrol?" Seth muttered to Jake, still gazing at the food. "What patrol?" Jacob replied, obiously lieing. Seth caught on and nodded with a smile. The next instant the two of them were in the kitchen scarfing down every bit of Esme's cooking.

Rensemee giggled quietly at the scene. I found myself smiling as well even though I was in inter turmoil with myself.

I sighed. Sometimes, I wondered if there were kids like Rensemee.