A/N: Let it be known that I do not own the Twilight characters or stories, I just like to write. I've been enjoying Kellan's fabulousness for quite a few years now, so I nearly piddled when I found out he would be part of the Twilight Saga, thus an obsexsion with Emmett. Yeah, obsexsion. I could sit here and explain all the non-canonical changes, but that sucks the fun out of it for the both of us. I'm just saying; don't try to fact check me, as I changed things for my creative purposes and hopefully your enjoyment. Oh, and Edward and Jacob fans, I apologize in advance...but it's FUNNY, you got to admit that.

Angel of Mercy
How did you find me?
How did you pick me up again?
Angel of Mercy
How did you move me?
Why am I on my feet again?
And I see you

Mercy-OneRepublic

She stood in the woods leaning against a tree, panting due to her 3 mile run along the unfamiliar trail. Her breathing was loud enough so that she couldn't hear the rustling in the woods behind her until she took a swig from her water bottle. Hearing a twig snap, she whirled around in place, searching for the source of the noise. The bottle dropped to the ground with a soft thud when she took in the full sight of what was in front of her.

A bear. More appropriately, a big fucking bear.

She would have screamed, but she was far too busy trying not to lose control of her bodily functions. Slowly inching her foot backward, she decided the best she could do was try to make a run for it. After all, it would be better to run like hell in an attempt to save her life instead of standing there and letting the creature charge and maul her to death. At least she THOUGHT that would be better. Her nerves suddenly got the best of her when she looked the enormous bear in the eye, and she hoped she would at least be attacked and killed quickly. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, and waited for her life to end.

Nothing.

More nothing.

Then a loud snap, followed by a thud.

Carefully, she peeked one eye open, then the other. Once again, she was astonished at the sight in front of her.

There was a largely built man, with the even larger bear sprawled out behind him, lifeless. "Are you alright, miss?" He asked.

She didn't have much time to respond before her eyes rolled back in her head and her body hit the ground.

***

When her eyes opened next, her vision was blurry, and then focused in on a figure in front of her. It was the man from the woods. At the time, she didn't have the opportunity to study him well, but he was stunning up close. She found it quite hard to concentrate on him for long, as the pounding sensation in her head drew her from her daydream quickly. There was however, time enough to notice that she was in a hospital.

"Miss, are you alright?" He asked for the second time since meeting her.

"I, um, I think I'm okay...besides the throbbing headache, that is," she softly responded. She attempted to sit up, but her head protested strongly in response.

"You might want to stay put for a bit," he said, fluffing her pillow so she could look at him without straining.

She smiled weakly. "Thanks. I don't mean to be rude, but who are you and why am I here?" There was no point in panicking, as she didn't have the energy to do so, and she felt oddly at ease around this stranger.

He sat in a chair near her bedside so he was closer to eye level for her. "Well, uh, I'm Emmett Cullen and I found you passed out in the woods," he explained, leaving out the fact that he saved her from a bear, hoping she wouldn't remember.

She bit her lip thoughtfully. "Well I'm Rosalie...Rosalie Hale, and thank you for bringing me here, but I feel as though there's more to the story," she responded, looking toward the ceiling as she tried to recall the events.

Emmett leaned back in his chair and rubbed the back of his neck. 'If this woman figures out I dropped that bear like 3rd period French, I'm in deep shit,' he thought. He didn't really find it best to let people know he had superhuman strength because he happened to be a vampire. Or that his entire family consisted of vampires; people just don't take those kinds of things well. After all, the last time it happened, the poor guy he saved from another vampire was admitted to Seattle Psychiatric Hospital. He snapped out of his daze when Rosalie let out a gasp of realization. 'Oh shit, she figured it out,' he panicked. Just when she was about to open her mouth, someone entered the room.

"Hello, Miss...," the blonde doctor trailed off, not able to find her name on the chart.

"Hale," Emmett interjected. "Rosalie Hale."

"Ah, Miss Hale," he repeated, scribbling her name in the blank space on the paper. "I'm Dr. Carlisle Cullen, how are you feeling?"

She frowned slightly and said, "My head is killing me, but that's pretty much it. I just wish I knew what happened." Naturally, she happened to notice that, he too, was a rather good-looking man.

"Well I'm not sure what my son here told you, but when you were unconscious when he brought you in. From the results of the test we ran, you were suffering from fatigue. What is the last thing you remember doing?" He questioned, knowing the events that took place.

"Um, well, I decided to do my 3 mile run in the woods instead of my neighborhood for a change of scenery. I figured it would be no big deal and I'd be able to find my way out. I remember stopping and taking a drink and then it gets kind of fuzzy after that," she explained.

Dr. Cullen nodded and responded, "Oh, you must be new in town then, which would explain why we couldn't figure out who you were. Everybody knows everybody around here. At any rate, what happened is you likely suffered from fatigue, especially if you failed to eat breakfast or were already tired."

Rosalie looked a bit guilty. "Well that last part is actually pretty accurate, I guess I didn't realize it," she said, glancing over at Emmett briefly.

"Good, well we're going to go ahead and discharge you in the morning, just to make sure everything is alright tonight," Carlisle told her. "If you need anything, let us know," he added with a charming smile as he turned to exit the room.

Emmett eyed Rosalie warily once his father left the room. "I'm gonna get goin' myself, I guess maybe I'll see you around," he blurted as he quickly exited the room, nearly knocking his chair over in his exit.

Rosalie shook her head and settled back into her bed, chewing on her bottom lip. She was damn near positive there was a bear involved, but she couldn't figure out how he could've killed it without getting one scratch on him. She sighed, glancing up as a nurse walked into the room with a cup of water and two little pills.

"For your headache," she explained.

Rosalie nodded and thanked her, taking the medicine and attempting to figure out the missing part of the story once again. Suddenly her head felt much too heavy to hold up and she drifted off into a deep sleep.

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