Summary: Where Rachel is not blown to pieces, she's just a little…dead. During Eclipse; post TDK.

A/N: Okay, so i'm a big fat dork; and i have no idea how this is going to work; i just love twilight and love Bruce's angst. Totally for bruce/rachel; and so this came together...like a year ago, so don't expect updates very often... I know i'm a sucker, but i was hoping that some internet encouragement would help me get me my lazy ass and actually write something so i thought why not? [plus the new crossover sections? love!]

So this is obviously Bruce/ Rachel...but it'll take some time; and it's mainly rachel centric; though twilight will be involved; cannon couples; and im toying with some ideas for the future; like how to deal with the renesmee thing...but thats a long way away; and hopefully with spring break next week i might be able to make some headway on this...

But otherwise, thinks for clicking on the link, really, much love, and after you finish reading this chapter/(really) prologue would it be too much trouble to just click the review button and leave some much needed internet motivation?

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He chose Harvey.

That's all she has time to think before waves upon waves of flame hit her; engulf her; ripping off skin in a flurry of chaos and destruction. Heat sears her hair, burns out her eyes, and turns her tongue to ash as she tries to scream. But all she can feel is the cold embrace of death's arms as the flames fade further and further from sight-

And two small pin-pricks on her neck.

"Funny," she thinks, "I thought death would hurt more," and then everything is black.

She wakes to pain. Fire floods her neck as she struggles to scream. Her throat is strangely dry, and at first all she can get out is a whisper.

"Bruce…"

Then whispers turn to full out screams as the pool of flames grows hotter and hotter. She screams and shouts his name, but he never comes. Instead, white-faced strangers gather by her side; grabbing her arms and legs and holding them down to the steel table.

"Cold" she thinks, then fire takes her again.

Pain clouds her vision, and soon she can't see anymore; she cries out and thrashes about against the iron hands. Why doesn't he come? It is only then she realizes that the fire is spreading.

First, her neck.

Her arms.

Her head.

And hotter, it always grows hotter.

As each agonizing second passes the pain creeps lower and lower spreading to her chest then legs. Each second, a year; each breath, a battle.

She keeps calling his name; pleading with him; begging for him to come rescue her. But there is no answering grunt, or flutter of a cape.

Her skin knits together; and bones harden into steel. She can feel her blood slow; and just when she can't take anymore; she calls out his name one last time.

She feels her heart stop.

And she is screaming, screaming, always screaming…

"Bruce."

And then all coherent thought leaves her.

Only images of capes billowing in the wind; thousands of bats in massive caverns; kisses on burnt estates, and a young man's too sad eyes fill her mind as she drifts on her ocean of fire.

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