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This story was inspired by Dramaworld, it's just for fun, a fun read. If you're looking for something really serious, I don't think this is for you, though this most certainly isn't a parody or anything too goofy. What I mean by fun is that I'm not going to be too worried about whether or not this is the best I've ever written etc... (I'm not looking to get this published after all, it's fanfiction). Constructive criticism is always helpful though!

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"If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it."

Introduction: The Unlucky One.

I followed the sound of chattering women at the end of the long and white hallway, although I came in often, I was never really quite sure if I was going the right way because everything in the office looked the same. Only the individual meeting rooms were allowed some personality and additions, a privilege that was used and abused to the max by the, mostly female, workers in the Romance department. I strolled to the only still open door in the hallway, the outside of it still pitch black, while the inside was already painted a horrid pink shade. It wasn't a very good paint job either, might I add. I did a little prayer in my head, hoping for a mission to keep me busy for a while and for it to be more entertaining than the last one. I mostly got the bad ones though, so today shouldn't be any different. A pushover, I was too afraid to disappoint to say no to missions I eventually dreaded doing. Told myself it was still better than any other job in the world, but still, getting to help a story I actually enjoyed would be nice once in a while. Making sure Christian Grey's sex-toy collection was up to date and ready for use, just wasn't the type of thing I liked spending time on... Not sure anyone would.

When I walked through the door most of the others were already there, I tried to remember who were still on missions but since I was rarely in contact with any of them it was hard to see who was missing. The small meeting room was packed with a large oval table, leaving just enough room to squeeze between the already seated colleagues and the heavily decorated wall to my spot. I almost took down two posters while trying to get there, but luckily everyone was too busy talking about their missions to notice the quiet sound of paper ripping behind me. I managed to maneuver passed the weirdly placed rose plants without getting caught in the thorns or knock them over, so when I finally reached it, I plopped down and sighed in relief. As I poured myself a cup of tea I noticed some of the others already sat with their fingers crossed and I leaned over to the one person I had actually worked with, Jessie. "Something good on the line today?"

Jessie jumped a little, her eyes widened before she smiled. "Oh hey Bridget, didn't hear you come in!"

"Yeah, well, here I am," I said a little awkwardly, amazed that she hadn't noticed me claw through all the obstacles.

She nodded and looked at the other girls as well before seemingly thinking about it, she squeezed her eyes shut before they flew open again. "Hmmm I don't really... Right! Gone With The Wind had another opening, so I guess that's why they're so fired up."

I hmm'd before trying to take a sip of my tea, it was still too hot so I flinched back and licked my lip. Jessie let out a small giggle before shaking her head. "I'm so glad you're back again, you took a two week break right?"

"Right. That last one just sucked me dry," I confessed, my eyes rolling back into my head as I remembered the amount of work Fifty Shades of Grey had required. I'd been glad the first two days I'd gotten off, but the rest of the two weeks I'd just been waiting to get back to work as I had nothing else to do.

She nodded in agreement and patted my shoulder. Jessie, like me, wasn't really like the rest of the group. She did have a big mouth and was always chattering away, but the other girls didn't quite seem to be accept her. There was never anyone that came to talk to us and whenever one of us had tried in the past, we got the cold shoulder or just some polite conversation. We didn't really fit their standards. They were typical girls, the pretty ones that are popular in school and we were, well, we were pretty much the outcasts. Nothing was ever mean spirited, they probably didn't know how to approach us, just like we were in the dark on how to approach them. It didn't really matter though, this job was mainly a one-woman show, only the rookies went in pairs or whenever a mission was deemed dangerous we went in small groups. That was rarely the case though, especially in the Romance department.

The rest of the room suddenly became quiet and I checked my watch, yep, three o' clock. I always called it the calm before the storm, because these girls would go from 0 to 100 within the second of Ellen, our manager, calling out the available missions. Everyone wanted something they liked, something they hadn't done before and mostly something quick so they could move on to the next one. I could hear them panting already, surprised that their mouths weren't foaming as she walked through the door and shut it.

"Romance team, Gone With the Wind; one of the minor characters broke her leg, she won't be able to set scene 12 in motion." Ellen looked around the room while the ten of us looked at each other, you could cut the tension with a knife.

Gone With the Wind was a classic, many of the girls were dying to go there, including me. I opened my mouth, still watching the others around me like a hawk, while they were also eyeing everyone else. "I-"

"I want to go!" Jessie shouted, almost blowing out my right eardrum.

"You've gone, like, at least six times this past year!" Another girl, Amelia shouted in return, her voice pitching at the end of the sentence. She put her thin blonde hair into a tight ponytail. "I'll fight you for it!"

The tall girl that sat across from me jumped from her seat. "Both of you have done GWTW multiple times, someone else should go."

"Someone like you?" Jessie sneered and Amelia nodded in agreement, glaring at the tall girl with vicious eyes.

"Calm down ladies," Our supervisor said, her voice stern but amused. "Since it has been slightly chaotic, I think it'd be best if someone with a little more experience goes this time, so Jessie, I'll put you on the case,"

Jessie squealed and made her way up to Ellen, taking the information forms with her and leaving the rest of the room pretty much devastated. I longingly stared after her. "Just can't catch a break," I mumbled, glaring into my teacup.

Ellen cleared her throat and re-stacked her papers. "Next up, Twilight: Breaking Dawn."

"That's supernatural Ellen," Loïs said softly, probably not wanting to seem rude while pointing out the mistake. She was a tiny girl, with short brown hair and big blue eyes. "Didn't we have that whole fight with Supernatural over this?"

"They've given the franchise back to us because they found it was too much romance, none of the workers wanted to go anymore..."

"Ohh..." Was the sound that echoed through the room. Truth was, Romance didn't really want the franchise either, most of the girls here found it too scary with the vampire and werewolf thing. I felt a cloud of doom forming over me and decided to throw in my two cents before getting screwed over once again. "Maybe we should pass it on to Young Adult?"

Loïs shook her head at me from across the table. "Young Adult are too busy these days, they're in the process to hiring new people though."

"Well we need someone now," Ellen said, looking at me with hope filled eyes.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at her, she always gave me the shitty universes. "B-but I just came back from Fifty Shades of Grey," I stuttered halfheartedly, hoping she'd give me a break. Everyone just kept looking at me and I eventually gave in. "...Fine! Fine, I'll go."

They all clapped their hands in relief and Ellen winked at me while handing me the paperwork.

While strolling to my desk, I gave myself the same speech I did every time. The 'next time I won't do the shitty stuff anymore' speech, the 'next time I'll really stand up for myself and my rights' speech. Next time, I'd really do that, I'd speak up and say no. What was the worst that could happen? Why did I always imagine having this huge ass mouth, but when it came to actually acting like it I lay on my back and gave in within seconds? This had been a problem all my life, believe it or not, I was actually the mouthiest in this period of my life I'd ever been. I was always the quiet one, "speak up" "be yourself" "oh were you there the whole time?" these were the things people have always said to me, repeated so many times it had me flinch when it happened again and again and again. Being quiet wasn't considered cute in the real world, it was deemed annoying or weak. And that's pretty much how I felt most of the time. That's why this job seemed the place for me, not just the truly magical aspects of it of traveling through universes and seeing all these fictional people, which was nice of course. It was more the fact that no one would ever say "You should talk more" "You should show more of yourself", I could be me and do the job right and everyone would be happy.

I just never realized that a job with minimal human contact, could have me feeling so lonely.

At my desk I browsed through some of the forms, already feeling a headache coming up at the sight of all the problems this universe had. I was supposed to fix all these things without anyone in the story noticing I was the one doing it, difficult when most of the things you have to fix are close up to the main character. I'd probably be fine, but it was going to be a whole lot of work... that's what I wished for right? "This is bullshit," I whispered.

The colleague I shared a desk with leaned over, she held out her hand and I gave her the papers. "You okay? Heard you got the Twilight fix, tough."

Trying to smile I shook my head. "What else is new, Gem."

Gemma chuckled while putting on her reading glasses, she browsed through the stack like I had and let out a sigh. "It seems like a big one, but these kinda things usually fix themselves. You gotta be careful though or you'll get written in."

"Pfff," I rolled my eyes at her. "You believe that stuff? All of the managers have told me that isn't even possible. It's just a fairy tale some desperate girl made up."

She shrugged slightly. "Maybe you're right, but I swear I've heard of girls disappearing on missions before, really bad ones too."

The clock struck four and I said goodbye to Gemma to be able to catch the bus. Once on it I put on some music, trying to to think about getting home. I lived by myself in a two bedroom apartment, the pay for this 'dangerous' and utmost secretive job was amazing. When I started I was able to get this apartment and furnish it however I wanted, I used the second bedroom as a guestroom and had it set up beautifully for whomever would come over. A nice kitchen connected to the living room, I had everything done in a grey and cream color. At the time, two years ago, I thought I was living the life, I bought all the clothes I wanted, the make-up, the food. I'd cook the most ridiculous meals, just because I could. Everything at that time felt perfect, because I guess I'd always imagined there'd soon be someone to share it all with, my mind going even as far as to think of the guestroom as a nursery if necessary. But while the job was everything I seemed to need and wanted, it left little to no room for anyone or anything to bond with me, let stand live with me. I always thought I'd get a dog, first thing I'd do if I ever went to live on my own. That's impossible since at times I'm away from home two weeks at the time.

I grew up with very little, my parents always had money trouble and my sister whom had a family of her own now, followed in their footsteps. I guess I found out the hard way that the material things in life, wasn't really what could make you happy. My parents barely called me, they were upset I left the house at 16 and they've still not come around. I missed being around them, the smell of home was the one thing I needed after a hard week. Maybe they'd been right just a little, maybe I had been naive.

The bus stopped a few feet away from the entrance of my apartment building, something I thought was a blessing when I first came to live here. Now it was just a few steps closer to the loneliness that awaited me on the second floor. I could see the dark window from where I got out, no sign of life, I knew exactly what it would be like when I got there. Empty, dark and quiet. I strolled up the stairs to keep the emptiness away for a few more seconds, but somehow no matter how slowly I made my way up there, the moment I had to in always came too soon. I turned the key and was met with darkness and silence, something that brought tears to my eyes these last couple of weeks. First thing I did was turn on every light and the TV, for some background noise. I put on my pajamas and tied my hair into a bun on top of my head. I watched some TV before turning on the kettle for my noodle soup, the only thing I seemed to be eating these days. There was no fun in cooking when only you were going to taste it, why would I put in all the effort?

Plopping down on the couch I waited for the kettle to be done when the phone rang. I eyed it suspiciously for a moment before picking up. "Hello?"

"Hey Bridget, it's me! How you doing little sis?"

I suddenly felt energized again and sat up, a grin on my face. "I'm fine, just got home from work and all. How are things at home, mom and dad alright?"

Brianna hmm'd through the phone. "They're all good, same old same old you know. I've been so busy with Quin, he's got to start swimming lessons and everything."

"Oh wow, you two should totally come over soon, I haven't seen him in forever! I got this guest bedroom all set up- well I've told you like a million times, I'll pay for the tickets! When can you come?" I asked enthusiastically. "Last time you told me you would be on a break around this time remember?"

"Ohh right," There was a small pause before she spoke again. "I actually totally forgot, maybe in like four months we'll be able to come? I've made alot of plans, I'm so sorry sis."

I had to take a deep shaky breath away from the phone before speaking again. "Oh well, it's okay, I mean four months is nothing right?"

She either chose to ignore the disappointment in my voice or didn't hear it at all. "Right!? But you know, if you could miss some money, mom and dad they're like trying to plan this thing for their 25th anniversary and I'm like all out..."

"I- ehm sure! How much do you need?"

"Oh thanks little sis!"

Brianna had to go pretty quickly after that, like she did most of the time after she'd asked for money. I told myself she wasn't using me and that she really did want to come over one day, but the fact that her Facebook posts are full of diners and trips with her friends when she tells me she hasn't even got the time to call me once a week. I just felt like I wasn't important to her anymore, sure she had her son and everything, but she hadn't visited me in over two years. Even when I offered to come over, she'd always have some excuse and I never called her out on it, afraid to hear the truth. Nobody wanted me there, because I wasn't who they'd wanted me to be. My parents were apparently celebrating their 25th anniversary and no one had thought to tell me, not even Brianna, until she needed money... she hadn't even invited me just now. Maybe they were just glad I was gone, maybe me leaving had been for the best.

I turned off the kettle and threw the water away, not really feeling like noodles anymore. I read some of the pieces in the paperwork before huddling up into the fluffy blanket on the couch and falling asleep with the TV on, my perfectly made bed once again left untouched.

The next morning I packed some functional clothing and a few items of unused make-up, in case I needed them for a party or something. Despite already being pretty much invisible, I always wanted to make sure I'd fit in just right, so no one would actually strike up a conversation with me. I was going to switch to the Twilight Universe today and I was not feeling like it, it would probably take me about three weeks to fix this all up and that wasn't what I was looking forward to when I got back from my break. Switching is what we called the traveling between universes, it was painless for the most part and usually lasted only seconds. We wore some safety goggles to protect our eyes from any flying particles, but that was about the only safety gear we needed. You're probably wondering why this job pays so well or even exists, I know I sure did at the beginning, I was pretty sure I was being scammed the first few weeks. I mean I wasn't allowed on missions and they were all talking about these fictional characters like they were real, I thought I'd been caught up in some reality TV prank show and would have to return home with my head hanging.

To keep it simple, all the universes are somehow connected. The governments keep in touch and whenever something in the primary story line goes wrong, bad stuff could happen? I don't know exactly what would happen, but I guess when a universe is centered around a certain amount of people and depending on their actions, when those people aren't doing what they're supposed to do, it all goes down the drain. I've even heard whispers that it's because some universes would implode if the story line got too out of hand. But we're just the ones that fix the tiny mistakes, the Switchers, we're not really let in on the serious reasons and science behind it. No one in the outside world knows of this building and what we do, except some very high up politicians who keep an eye on what we actually do. None of the workers know who they are, but then again, maybe some managers do.

Coming in for work felt different that day, my hands were sweaty and shaky. I rolled my suitcase behind me and shrugged my backpack further onto my shoulders, it may have been too much but this was a big trip. I opened the door to the Switchroom with my personalized code, it clinked and creaked open and once again the sight of the inside didn't help my nerves. It was a special bunker-ish tiny square room, all four walls were of grey cement with what seemed like black singe marks here and there. In the middle stood a big metal chair, screwed into the cemented floor and taking up most of the space in the room, luckily there was just enough room left for me to fit my suitcase beside me and place the backpack on my lap. I took the Switching device out of my pocket, this was also made of metal, quite heavy in the hand. I think it was made to look like a pendant, oval shaped and decorated with some edged in swirls. To use it, you had to open it from the side and type in the same personalized code I used for the doors in the building. The letters lit up red so you could see them while wearing your safety goggles, which had very dark glasses.

I pressed the backpack against my chest with my arm, holding the Switcher in that hand, while using the other one to squeeze the handle of my suitcase. The metal of the chair felt cold against my back and legs, I shivered and quickly typed in my code, just wanting to get it over with quickly.

Switching between universes wasn't as exciting as it sounded, even though I was nervous every time. It really felt like gravity just loosens its hold on you for a short couple of seconds, like the feeling you get in your stomach when the elevator goes down too quickly, that over your whole body. So you're basically feeling like you're mid air at one moment and sitting in a strange chair in a house the next. Some call it the safe-house, some call it the guesthouse, what you wanted to make of it really. The house is probably the same every time, but the placement of it depends on your importance in the main story. So the closer you are to a main character or event, the more work you'll have in store for you. It was usually furnished with some hand me downs regular Switchers dragged over there at some point and everything gets stored carefully whenever someone leaves, like the furniture is covered and the fridge is emptied, that sorta stuff. Depends on if the universe is popular though, if there's alot of Switcher traffic they could just leave it as is.

But that's pretty much all you can expect when it comes to help in said universe; a roof over your head. There's not any help after that, you don't get woven into the story (despite some colleagues always swearing they knew someone who was written in) and you don't get some great undercover alibi, unless you make one yourself. I mean I get it though, we are background characters. We have depend on the fact that we go unnoticed, sometimes things take a bad turn and you get in trouble, but you could always Switch out of it if you really needed to. Safest is to go unnoticed and let that just be one of my specialties in life.

When I took off my safety goggles I was met with an equally dark room, so I quickly got up and stumbled around for the light switch. As soon as I found it, it took the lights a while to flicker on and I soon realized no-one had clearly been here in quite a while. The plastic keeping the furniture clean was covered in a thick layer of dust and anything that wasn't protected by the plastic hadn't been spared, the floor was a mess and I dreaded going upstairs, just imagining what bedroom must smell and feel like. I cleared the floor to the kitchen, finding this was also more dust than furniture and carefully moved two of the wooden blinds apart to peek out the window, curious as to where I'd even ended up and perhaps even daring to hope I wasn't in the middle of the woods somewhere. I hmm'd in content when I found I was placed on a street with more houses, skimming over the neighborhood, my body stiffened. Right across the road from me was a police cruiser. "It can't be," I whispered in slight horror.

That couldn't be Bella's house, right? I never heard of anyone being placed this close to a main character, to the main character, let stand it'd happen to me.

A man got out of the cruiser and for a moment I was relieved, because I convinced myself that wasn't Charlie, it wasn't, he was... he seemed taller though? The officer got into the house and only seconds later something got out of the window on the side of the house, a white blur moving from the tree to the ground and into the forest. "Ohhh no no no no," I mumbled to myself, still staring out between the blinds. "No no no no no."

The person who'd gone into the woods came back, looked around and blurred his was into the tree and then the house again. "That's Edward Cullen, isn't it?" I moaned miserably.

I stood there in shock for a few more moments before being able to move again. In a daze I carefully got rid of the plastic on the couch and sat down with the papers I'd brought in my backpack. There had to be a very good reason for me to be here, at this particular place, it couldn't just be a coincidence right? There was nothing wrong in the chapters as of right now, I quickly read through the part I just saw and there was nothing I had to do... But there was a big event coming up which had me stressed out immediately. "Please don't send me with them to that island," I whispered to myself, closing my eyes. I was unable to imagine how I would talk myself into coming with them and not ruin anything in that process, if I even managed to tag along that is!

The jet lag from the Switch and the worry about what was about to come suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks and I realized four hours had gone by already since I'd gotten to the safe house. I took a blanket from the hallway closet and lay it out on the couch. It was stuffy and dusty, but I didn't feel like sleeping upstairs by myself without being able to hear some noise except the trees around the house. I turned on the TV which thankfully worked fine and put on some Comedy Central, like I would at home. I was gone as soon as my head hit the small couch pillow.

"You knew this would happen and you didn't say anything!?" Edward snarled at me, his teeth bare. He crouched down and I whimpered, my back hitting the brick wall of the Cullen's home.

"I'm sorry! I'm not allowed to say anything, everything will be alright!" I cried out, covering my face with my arms.

"Bella is dead because of you," Jacob's huge trembling form entered the room, his face even scarier than Edwards.

Jacob phased and Edward launched himself at me. He grabbed my arm and hauled me up-

My eyes flew open and I sat up, panting with my heart pounding away against my chest. Sweat was dripping down the nape of my neck and the side of my face, I ran a shaky hand through my hair before wiping it away. "Holy shit, what was that?"

I didn't have time to recover however, the mailbox outside clattered loudly and I squealed like a pig, falling off the couch in the process of flailing. Sitting in a daze I thought back to my nightmare and I was relieved to find I was absolutely fine, none of it was real. It was a horrible awakening but at least I wasn't being attacked by a heartbroken vampire and his shape shifting nemesis. That was a freaky dream, I'd never had any nightmares of missions, my nerves were getting to me. I had to calm down and settle in, I was going to be here for at least three weeks, five at most, I hoped. The house needed some cleaning, so I decided I'd start with that and get to the real work tomorrow, according to the date there wasn't anything for me to do until the day after tomorrow. It took a while for me to get up from the floor, not at all feeling like cleaning all the mess but when I opened up the fridge of which the light flickered on dimly I knew I really had to. Someone had been so kind to stash the fridge, probably not realizing no-one would be here for a while. I think the tomatoes in there would be ready to get out of the fridge on their own if they'd stayed in there for a few more days.

I decided to start upstairs, so I filled a bucket with hot water and some soap. I scrubbed the every surface I could think of, ridding it of dust and cobwebs. After that I washed all the blanket I'd slept under and all the other bedding that had been waiting in the bedroom closet. Meanwhile I cleaned the bathroom before moving down the stairs with my broom and mob in hand, following the advice my mother had always given me. Clean up to bottom. I took a short break after making the bed upstairs and then made sure the living room and the kitchen were spotless. If there was anything I hated more than getting shitty missions, it was a messy house.

The house was alright, it was strange how the person who'd been here before me had taken the time to cover all the furniture and store everything carefully but still filled up the fridge for everything to go bad. Also weird she'd left what seemed to be her whole wardrobe in the closet. It wasn't unusual for people forget some things, especially if you've been on a mission for a while and have made the safe house a second home, but a whole closet full was something I hadn't seen yet. Even though I found it extremely odd, I shrugged it off, maybe they had left it here on purpose.

After slaving all day and cleaning this whole damn house by myself, I was ready to take a shower and get into a clean fresh bed when I remembered the mailbox noise from this morning.

It was already dark outside with only the tiniest bit of sound from the trees, their leaves rustling in the wind. Standing in the big t-shirt and bright pink rain boots, I opened the mailbox as quiet as possible, afraid to somehow attract the attention of either Bella or Charlie... or any other living/dead being for that matter. I peeked inside to check for spiderwebs or other nasty things before sticking my hand in, I quickly grabbed the envelope and walked back to the front door, using the porch light to see what it was for. "Weird," I mumbled, turning the envelope over. "I've never gotten mail at a safe house before."

Rain started pouring down, the drops sounding like rocks on roof.

"An invitation?" I opened the envelope and my fingers froze around the paper inside it. "Isabella Marie Swan and Edward Anthony Masen Cullen?"