November 15 2008 Update: There are no changes to the story. I just notice that a lot of people will read the first chapter and not go on. I will make you a deal, read to chapter 5 before deciding how you feel about the story and I promise to review on every story I read. I read a lot. You know you love your reviews. What have you got to lose?
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Summary: What happens when Emmett finds Rosalie as a human? Will she finally be able to have that child she has always longed for? Set Post-Breaking Dawn. Spoiler Alert.
A/N: This story idea came to me when I was musing about how original all the authors on the site are and I was wondering how they came up with their ideas. I wanted to write a story for so long but didn't want to take anything from anyone else when this just popped into my head. I haven't come across something like this yet so hopefully anyone reading will like it. Please let me know.
Doppelganger?
EM POV
I really hated being around the hospital so much. If only Rose hadn't decided that Carlisle's car needed that tune up right now. As if it couldn't wait until he got home. So what if his was the only car not tuned at 12:01pm today. But no, we couldn't mess with the schedule of maintenance on any of our cars when she kept them all purring. It really was the only way we could afford to push the speeds we did as we drove. So of course for my love, to the hospital I go to pick up the Mercedes.
It really isn't fair how one bat of those perfect eyelashes could make me do anything she desired. Well the eyes, those lips in her perfect pout, that honey blonde hair and the way she would toss it over her shoulder like she was doing right now as she waited at the cross walk. WHAT!! Rose was at the cross walk? What was she doing here? Why would she send me to the hospital if she was planning to come herself?
Now that I was paying closer attention, I could see she wasn't headed anywhere near the garage and the car, but if she was planning on being so close to the hospital why hadn't she just gone in herself. So many questions were pestering my brain, but one thought pushed to the forefront, it was My Rosalie, and any glimpse of her had a stupid grin on my face. She must not have realized I was behind her.
"ROSE!" I yelled out to get her attention. Not that I needed to yell, but it was the more human way to behave given the distance we were separated by, but she didn't turn. I started jogging towards her as I called again slightly louder, "ROSE!"
What happened next took me completely by surprise and happened so quickly even for my vampire reflexes. Everything seemed to happen at once. From the left a Mack tuck was speeding to beat the light of the cross walk as it was changing, Rose looked straight at it and just when you could tell that it was not going to stop at all, she started to take a step forward.
My mind froze as I took in what I was seeing. I had to act quickly, what she was thinking. Of course she wouldn't get hurt, the truck would likely split around her, but in daylight, with so many witnesses, had she lost it. I had to act quickly, with a glance to see that no one was paying attention to me; I used all my speed to get to her side in an instant and grab her arm to pull her back in the nick of time.
In retrospect I should have realized, there were so many signs that I missed but all that was going through my head was save Rose. She stumbled back into me, the air expelled from her lungs at the force she hit my chest. I braced myself for the tirade of curse words likely to be hurled at me courtesy of that fiery temper of hers only to be struck dumb when I finally saw her face.
My golden eyes stared into two blue orbs that had been filled with tears. Tears? And as I noticed this, all the small things I should have registered from the start invaded my senses. My hand was stilled clasped too tightly on the arm that I realized now was too giving under my touch, nothing of the stone I should be grasping. There was a soft flush of red in her smooth cheeks likely due to the crying. Again the tears, the true tears that spilled from the expressive eyes when it should have been impossible and lastly a smell that was all wrong. It was heavily laced with the scent of blood, but not appetizing in the slightest, it was filled with a sour metallic edge.
I was looking at my Rosalie, but I was looking at my Rosalie how she would have been had she still been………human.
I could only whisper, "Rose?".
