Ok. So I just finished Stephenie's Midnight Sun, Edward's POV throughout Twilight. And of course, loved it. And hated the fact that she stopped almost dead in the middle of it. I understand why she stopped, and I understand that she has no plans currently to finish it. Gah. Since I have EOD (Edward Obsessive Disorder) and know that many of you suffer under the same malady, I have decided to try my own version to satisfy the need.

The first small section in bold, of course, is taken straight from Midnight Sun.

Of course, all things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. More power to her.

"Oh, Bella?"

"Yes?"

"Tomorrow it's my turn."

Her forehead puckered. "Your turn to what?"

"Ask the questions". Tomorrow, when we were in a safer place, surrounded by witnesses, I would get my own answers. I grinned at the thought and then turned away, because she made no move to leave. Even with her outside of the car, the echo of the electricity zinged in the air. I wanted to get out too, to walk her to the door as an excuse to stay beside her…

No more mistakes. I hit the gas, then sighed as she disappeared behind me. It seemed like I was always running toward Bella or running away from her, never staying in place. I would have to find some way to hold my ground if we were ever to have any peace.

Chapter One: Family Choices

I drove home quickly, without paying attention to the road in front of me. I thought about my earlier idea – that she needed me here to protect her. The discipline and work it would take to make myself safe enough for her to be with me. Her vampire angel. I breathed in her scent, still lingering in the car, letting it rip down my throat, scorching me. And that reminded me of my mistake earlier today – I'd not been strong enough to keep from touching her. The memory of her petal soft skin under my fingers, the sight of her blush and the heat… I thought about sitting in the dark classroom, still as a statue, arms crossed, caught between trying to ignore the electricity that jumped between us and wanting to relish it, revel in it. Wanting to touch her. And realizing she wanted to touch me, too. The best – and worst – part. I closed my fist again, savoring the memory of the tingle she'd left on my skin. I realized that a part of me didn't want to be strong enough – and that part had taken over. Unacceptable if I was going to try and develop my discipline enough to stay with Bella. Which forced the images of Alice's vision from lunch to the front of my brain; Bella limp, white and drained, soul gone from the chocolate eyes – and me, the monster who was responsible.

No. Abruptly, my being simply encapsulated that one word. Alice had to be wrong…

I pulled up into the empty garage, and heard the thoughts of my family. I was expecting uproar…and was not disappointed. But listening briefly, it wasn't as bad as I'd been expecting. I didn't think I'd have to hide my car from Rosalie.

"We're in the dining room." Carlisle.

I closed my mind to their thoughts as I walked into the house. I probably should have been thinking about how to deal with this, knowing the storm that was waiting for me. Distracting me as Bella had, it'd been pushed to the backburner of my brain.

Carlisle sat at the end of the long table, looking concerned, with Esme seated on his right, her emotions in constant flux on her face – worry, hope, alarm. Alice was standing to their right, and she examined me carefully – she'd known the reactions to her vision I would be having. Jasper had placed himself behind her, almost in the corner, and was silently fuming at what he considered my betrayal. Rosalie and Emmet were on the left of the table. Emmet dared not touch his wife in the rage she was now in. He seemed almost happily resigned; after all, Alice's earlier vision had shown the possibility of Bella joining our family, something he was particularly agreeable to. Rosalie, of course, did not share this feeling. Neither did I.

"What have you done to us?! How could you have placed us all in this danger? Again?!" she screeched as soon as I was in the room. "How could he be so selfish?! And they call me the selfish one!" Maybe I would have to hide the car…

I decided to ignore her, and turned to Alice.

"Show me." I'd ignored the vision as best I could earlier, but I needed to see with clarity now. I needed to see the monster I might be – so I could know better how not to be. Alice complied – knowing that showing me might just change the outcome.

The images played behind my eyes; my little meadow, Bella and I sitting too near one another, I could see that Bella had gotten too, too close to me. I could almost smell her breath on my face, could see the blood rush to her cheeks – and I saw myself give in to the monster within, taking her pathetically weak body in my arms and locking my teeth onto her neck, draining her dry. I also saw that Bella did not try to stop me. Not once. The pain that coursed through my body at seeing this was worse, somehow, than the scorching thirst she provoked in me. Alice cut off the images – and I saw my pain echoed on her pixie face.

Carlisle cleared his throat, getting my attention.

"Edward, this is a risk…one that I'm not sure that you should have taken. For Bella's sake. You know we keep humans in the dark for their own safety."

"She wasn't all that safe when she was ignorant of our nature," I pointed out.

Rosalie broke in. "Of all the selfish reasons, that is the worst."

"Rosalie, Carlisle…I still don't see Bella telling anyone," Alice chimed in. "I see you taking her there, to the meadow – but it's another crossroads, Edward. You apparently don't get to make the choice till you're there. It's fifty-fifty right now." Rosalie continued to silently rage.

Carlisle wasn't finished with me. "I also don't think you have taken into consideration the feelings of your family. Your priorities have…changed." He was…hurt. I was instantly contrite. "Is she that important to you, son?"

"Yes." I confirmed both his statement and question. I went on, knowing now that I'd hurt the feelings of my family with my behavior.

"I wish I could make you understand…It was never a conscious thought to tell Bella about our…nature. She is too observant for her own good…" I trailed off. How to tell your family you still love them, but that suddenly, someone else was more important – so much so that you'd just put all their lives in jeopardy - without hurting their feelings more?

"I understand." Jasper's slow drawl shocked me. Radiating from him were waves of compassion, his mind filled with images of Alice and his fiercely protective feelings for her. Jasper didn't completely understand why I'd feel these emotions for a human, especially Bella, whose scent appealed to my thirst so much – but he understood the mire of emotions I was experiencing. And I understood why, when Bella first posed a threat to us, after the accident, he'd felt compelled to try and end Bella's life. Protect Alice. At all costs, even if it damaged the family. Which was why he'd agreed not to hunt Bella – so that he could avoid hurting Alice. His priorities, now, exactly lined up with mine. If I ended up killing her – I shied away from the thought – he'd know what agony I'd be in, even if he did think it would solve the problem.

Rosalie looked as shocked as I'd felt. "What?! Jasper, you can't be serious! This is not something that can be overlooked!"

Jasper turned to her; he allowed the waves of compassion that had been flooding me to flow to her. Gently, he spoke. "Rosalie, what would you have done if Emmet had just been another hiker, had not been mauled by the bear? Would you, could you have left him? Having caught sight of his face? Seen his smile?" A long speech for Jasper.

Rosalie scowled. "Damn it. But really, her?"

"Yes, Rose. Her." I said quietly.

She sneered at me. I raised an eyebrow at her. She didn't push it. Emmet flung an arm around her, and pushed his face into her hair.

My mother broke the small silence. "Edward, the choice is yours. Again. Bella apparently trusts you. I trust you will do what's right – for her and for us. Trust yourself. If this is what you need, if she is what you need, then it's right."

Carlisle looked hopeful. "I know you can find the strength – you've beaten all our expectations before now. We'll be here for you." "Whatever happens. I am proud, son."

I nodded, grateful for his belief in me, however much I didn't deserve it.

Alice piped up. "You're going out tonight." She had an image in her head, one of Bella in her sleep, with me sitting in the rocking chair. I pleaded her with my eyes – I did not wish that the rest of the family – namely Rosalie – know this.

"Yes," I responded carefully.

"You'll be back in time for school." I nodded.

"Then you'd better get a move on!" she smiled. I grinned back at her in gratitude. She wouldn't give up all my secrets.

I ran. Wondering what I'd missed of Bella during the evening.