Please note, these characters etc are Stephenie Meyer's. This is just my version of the story.

Continuing from half-way through "New Moon", when Bella is on top of the cliff, preparing to jump.

Suddenly I felt strong arms around me.

"Bella! What are you doing?" This wasn't my angel's voice, but one harsh with emotion. I hadn't heard him coming at all. I shivered as I felt Jake's warmth pressed up against me.

"I…"

"You were going to jump! You were going to jump without me?"

"I…"

"Bella, honey, please, I can't leave you alone for just a minute without you rushing off like this? Look down, Bella. Look down there. It's not just the jump, but the water too."

I looked down, hesitantly. There wasn't much incentive now that his voice had vanished. I squinted; it was a long way down.

"Doesn't look too bad," I replied.

Jacob sighed, frustrated. He reached around behind him and heaved. A large branch of tree broke off. I watched as Jake hurled it over the edge of the cliff. Once it hit the water, it was sucked straight under. As I watched, a tip of the branch appeared – much further out to sea – for only a moment, before being sucked under again. I didn't see the branch come up again.

"Bella, the current down there would be way too strong for you. It's only a sport for Sam and the others because there is a challenge getting back to shore. And that's without this storm brewing."

I shivered again. "Why are you here, anyway, Jake?"

Jake rolled his eyes, "apart from keeping you safe, you mean?" then his face fell. "It's Harry. He's in hospital. Doesn't look good."

My stomach dropped. I turned and wrapped my arms round Jacob. "Oh Jake, oh no, I'm so sorry." I felt awful. What a stupid time to be miserable and selfish. "What can I do to help?"

"Nothing just now. Sam and the others are with Sue at the hospital. I'll take you home. Charlie will want some company this evening. Bella. Promise me you won't try something stupid like this without me again?

I blushed, feeling wretched, "I promise, Jake."

We walked back to where I had left the truck, and drove back to my place. I stayed pressed up against Jake in the car as I was still utterly drenched, and his warmth felt too good.

As I sat there, I thought about Harry. Charlie was going to be pretty cut up about the whole thing. What if I had jumped off the cliff, and been sucked by the currents out to sea. What would that do to Charlie? To Jake? I shuddered, and drew closer to him. Jake's arm tightened around me. I felt safe here, with my Jacob, my personal sun. It dawned on me that I would not cope without Jacob. He had become an integral part of my life. My brow knotted in confusion. Where are the boundaries between loving as a brother, and loving in the way I had loved…even now I couldn't think the name…the way couples love each other? Would it be wrong, to make Jacob so happy, even if my love for him was merely a shadow of that I had felt before? Sitting in the truck, pressed up against Jake, safe and warm, I found I did not want to let him go. It would not be so hard, to let these feelings spread. Perhaps one day I would develop stronger feelings for him, such as those he felt for me.

These thoughts went round in my head for the whole drive back. We finally pulled up outside Charlie's place. His cruiser wasn't there; he must still be at the hospital too.

"I'll come over in the morning, with Charlie. Thanks for bringing me home, Jake."

"No problem, Bells. You sure you don't want me to stay?"

"No, thanks Jake, they'll need you at the hospital. Give Billy a hug for me."

"Sure." I was squeezed in a bear hug, then Jacob turned and ran down the road.

I let myself in the house, and made my way up the stairs. By this stage my fingers and toes were feeling a little numb. I must get some warm clothes on. I opened the wardrobe and picked up some warm tracksuit pants and a sweater from the pile on the floor in there. I rubbed my hands together. Perhaps a shower would help. Then I would call Charlie at the hospital. I grabbed my bag and headed for the bathroom. Just as I was passing my bed I tripped, and smacked my hands down on the bedroom floor.

"Ow." Dammit, having frozen feet doesn't help the coordination issues. I reached for my shower bag again, when I thought I saw something shiny catch my eye under the floor. Under the floor? How could something shiny be under the floor? I crawled over for a better look, my cold hands and feet forgotten for now. I peered between two floorboards. I decided there must be something there, so I started to try and lever one of them up a bit. This was much harder than it looked, and after a few minutes I went downstairs for a blunt knife.

I noticed the sky starting to darken as I glanced out the window, then grabbed the knife and went back upstairs. The knife made it much easier, and before long the floorboard was half up. I dropped the knife and pulled hard on the edges of the raised part. Suddenly it came free, and I fell back down with a bump.

Then I saw the small pile that had been placed under the floor. My arms jerked around my torso. These were my things under here. My Edward memories. Here were my photo of Edward and Charlie, the bent photo of Edward and me, the tickets, and the CD that he had made me for my birthday. A small part of my mind noted it must have been the shiny CD that caught my eye. The rest of my mind was busy dealing with the onset of pain that the small pile had caused me. Numbly I picked up the CD and put it in my player. As the music washed over me, I could barely manage to find photo that showed Edward, looking even more perfect than I remembered, before I collapsed on the bed.

Having the memories thrust back at me with no warning was so much worse than I could ever have possibly imagined.