Disclaimer: This is an archive of all the oneshots or plotlines that I had hoped would turn into something promising, but instead they flopped. They have been "figuratively" collecting dust over the months on my computer. So I am putting them all under one submission.

Originally written: Jun 26, 2013

Bella / Edward

Rating: T

Based on Bella and Edward's original argument at the hospital, after the van accident. I really liked how this scene played out in the movie. The few beginning lines used were as direct quotes, the rest is all me.

01. Reaction

"Nobody will believe that, you know." His voice held an edge of ridicule and contempt as he gazed at deep brown eyes.

"I'm not going to tell anybody." The young brunette said each word slowly, carefully controlling her anger.

Surprise flitted across his pale face. "Then why does it matter?"

"It matters to me," she insisted. "I don't like to lie – so there'd better be a good reason why I'm doing it."

His handsome face pinched in frustration. "Can't you just thank me and get over it?"

"Thank you." She blurted shakily. She waited, fuming yet hopeful.

His golden eyes scrutinized her beautifully delicate face. He could see the resolve in her features. She was stubborn, but still so beautiful in her determination. "You're not going to let it go, are you?"

"No."

"In that case… I hope you enjoy disappointment." He replied with contempt – The venomous words inflicting more damage than intended.

He instantly saw the mistake in his chosen words reflected in the reaction on her face. Like the domino effect, he saw how she responded before him. One emotion after the other expressed in her brilliant eyes.

He witnessed how his words, his shamefully insensitive words began cutting at her feelings. He clenched his fists tightly – hurt, betrayal, distrust, anger, deception, her gaze spoke volumes. But he only felt one emotion go through him; regret.

Before he had a chance to right his wrong, she steeled her gaze and hardened her stance in front of him. The bronze haired young man minutely flinched, bewildered by her sudden change in demeanor.

She leaned her torso towards him, held his gaze, as though she was about to whisper a scandalous secret. He held his breath, if he had a heart it would have stopped in that one earth shattering moment.

Her rosy lips moved. He focused on them as she spoke; yet the words didn't register until she said her piece. "The disappointment will be all yours. Trust me."

She didn't allow him a chance to respond. She turned around in a whirl; her long auburn curls whipped him in the face, her scent assaulting his nose.

She was walking away from him.

"Wait!" he called to her.

"It's too late." Came her reply, she didn't stop. She said it over her shoulder.

As though he was a thing of the past. And she was the future, leaving him behind in the dust.

He grew desperate. Every cell in his body screamed at him to not let her go. Convince her to come back.

"Let me give you a ride." He implored.

She kept walking. "I'll manage better without you."

He blanched. It sounded like she meant more than she implied. But that was preposterous.

He exhaled slowly, his lungs didn't require it but it helped ground him. His hands were shaking his jaw was tense.

He felt helpless at this point. But as she continued to walk further from him, he tried to speak up – one more chance. It felt like his last chance.

He opened his mouth, but snapped it shut just as quick. He didn't realize her father was standing at the end of the corridor. The father was glaring at the young man as his daughter approached him.

But the older man softened his gaze once his little girl reached to stand beside him. He placed his aged hand on her shoulder and they walked together towards the hospital emergency exit.

He attempted to convey a casual tone.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow, Bella." he called out.

"Don't count on it." was her final parting word.

And she left.

She was right. He didn't see her the next day – or the next day, or the day after that.

She didn't show up to school that entire week.

He felt miserable. His family got an earful of it, and they were getting weary. He complained loudly every day like a chicken with its head cut off.

His sister, the seer, wasn't speaking to him.

She texted him persistently after he left the hospital – He didn't read any of her messages; he didn't need to. With the continued pattern his phone vibrated in his pocket he got the sense that she was livid. And when he got home she confronted him.

He would have preferred confronting a raging bull than a pint-sized pixie. Whose voice got an octave higher with each sentence she screamed at him.

The future has changed – is what she said.

The lovely girl that captured his attention won't be his anymore. And that's when he started to actually listen.

"You have been hiding this from me?" he accused. He tried to play the victim.

"You weren't supposed to know because the events would have naturally taken their course. You would have been together either way," she stopped yelling. Her anger finally dissipated.

"Their might still be a chance." his chest swelled with hope.

"I wouldn't bet on it if I were you." She stated as she paced their living room, rubbing her temple like she had a headache.

His golden eyes hardened. He crossed his arms. He was always so stubborn. "What could have possibly changed?"

Alice stopped pacing. She marched right up in her brother's face – the anger was back. "Your big mouth, that's what!" she spat in his face before she fled up to her room. Slamming the door hard enough for everyone to feel her ire, but not too hard to break the wood.

She hasn't spoken to him since.