Disclaimer: I don't own twilight, unfortunately, the wonderful books, of course, belong to Mrs Meyer. I'm just having some fun with her works.

Author note: Slightly different from my other fanfic, which I'm finding interesting to say the least... but I'm excited to give it ago. 'Always' is an all human story. I hope you enjoy Officer Edward as much as I enjoyed writing him. For those who are wondering when an update for my other twilight fanfiction, 'Blue Moon' it will hopefully be Sunday night or Monday.

With that, on with the story...

The small town of Forks was exactly three hours and fifty minutes from the nearest heaven, Seattle. It was a town that was famed for it's rainforest, the timber industry and all things natural. The second I drove passed the weather worn sign I instantly missed the loud busy noise of New York city, the place that I spent the last six years living. Forks would be my new home, a choice I regretted as the rain lashed down on the windscreen of my volvo. Still, I could take a break from town life whenever it got too dull and a four hour drive wouldn't be so bad, the thought cheered me up slightly.

The rain was the only downfall - it never stopped and the fact the town averaged at just over three thousand people, four of which shared the same DNA as me. Sure, the lack of numbers would make my job easier, but it was the lack of traffic I was looking forward to the most. If you wanted to get anywhere on time in the city you better learned how to wade past the thousands upon thousands of people quickly. Driving was never the go-to option unless you wanted to sit in traffic for hours. Being an officer of the law helped little. New Yorkers hated cops, something I learned all to well.

At least I could see my family now, as messed up as it was. I had spent the past six years hiding in the Big Apple, while the rest of my family lived in Washington, only coming home for visits and hoildays. My mother, Elizabeth, and step dad, Tony, had a lovely place in the quiet suburbs of Seattle, the place I had spent most of my childhood until I graduated school early at the age of sixteen. My biological father, Carlisle, lived in the wooded town of Forks, my new home, with his new wife and children. I hadn't seen them since I left.

I knew it would shock them, especially as I was moving into their domain, and not back home to Seattle. At the time, it seemed like a good idea but now? I worried about their reactions. Carlisle had made his opinion on my occupation clear, since then our fractured relationship became even more fractured. Actually, it was non-existent, except for my mega trust fund but a part of me hoped he would welcome me as much as his wife would, with open arms and a beaming smile. My gut told me to take a hike.

I had only seen my father smile at me twice in my life, I didn't expect him to start now.

The sound of a blaring car horn ripped me from my thoughts and I realised the traffic lights had changed colour. Cursing, I pushed Carlisle out of my head and drove before the person behind me had a hernia. For a split second, I felt at home. The beeping of cars were often the first sound you heard when you hit the streets in NY.

It took me less than ten minutes to pull up at the address my mother had emailed me. I let out a low whistle, surprised at how big it was. The photo hadn't done it justice, instead making my new home look shabby and small. The house had a big lawn, a deep green that you never saw outside of Central Park which wasn't surprising. Like I said everything in Forks was green and brown and natural. It was unreal, making me feel more like a city boy by each passing second. Not only was it all natural, it was quiet except for the odd car passing down the street and the rain as it hit the ground repetitively.

The lawn had a thick tree who's branches spread out like limbs, it's fingers brushing the window on the second floor. The house was a soft white, with a wrap-around porch and an outdoor swing. It was the kind that made you think of an old couple, sipping tea and eating scones as they watched their grandkids at play. It would be used as a smoking bench while I owned the property, that was for sure. I wouldn't be watching no grandkids from there.

I knew the house had three bathrooms, two offices, five bedrooms, a very upscale kitchen which would never ever be used, except to make coffee and toast, a living room and a small gym. All courtesy of The Trust Fund. Carlisle was off limits but his cash? That was a different matter. My fathers words sounded in my head; you are a Cullen, and you'll live as such. He was a modern day version of Tywin Lannister, it was all about the name. The house would never reach his standards, not until it could house an entire baseball team and their spouses comfortably inside.

I chuckled darkly to myself as I stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut. The door of the house was ajar, brown box's upon the porch and a moving truck blocking the drive way. The movers looked nearly done, the rest would be all down to me. I was looking forward to that, having everything in its rightful place and not crammed into boxes.

While the movers finished working, I looked around at the street, pulling a cigarette from the box in my pocket and lighting it. The rain splashed down, a huge droplet soaking the paper before I could form a cover with my hand.

There was a few houses, all widely spaced and different in sizes, with a car or two parked out front. They looked to be about ten years old, maybe older just like everything else in the town. My family must stick out like a sore thumb. I realised that I would as well, despite not having the greatest of relationship with Carlisle, I'd never wanted for nothing. All because of that trust fund.

The curtains in the window across the street twitched and an old lady peered out. She looked like she hit the Jackpot as she stared unashamed at me. A phone with those twirly white cords appeared at her ear and her mouth seemed to move a mile a minute. I could see her at her next hair appointment, telling anyone who'd listen about the new person in town.

In a town so small, I'd be surprised if I lasted a day without seeing my family. It also wouldn't surprise me if the woman wasn't a patient of my father's. It would spread like wildfire that Edward Cullen was back after so long. I had been fifteen when I last spent a weekend here, a weekend that I've never remembered. I drank so much I almost ended up as one of his patients. I still owed Esme for that, as she had lied to her husband, covering my drunken ass for breaking the only rule I had.

Using my free hand, I waved to show her that I saw her snooping and grinned widely as the curtain whipped closed.

"You'll get use to that pretty soon, kid." One of the movers laughed as he handed me a board to sign, pen in hand. I raised a brow, wondering who he was calling a kid. I was hitting twenty three this year, and from next week would start on the police force, a lucky chance in a town so small. It was either that or the two prisons that had sprung up with the lack of income from the timber work. "Give it a week or two, they'll get use to your face and move on to something else."

"Somehow, I don't believe you." I said as I signed my name without looking. He laughed again as he read the name.

"Your right there, kid. So you're doctor Cullens boy?" He was forward, without a pause. I hoped the rest would be different. I liked my space.

"Yup." My voice was void of emotion. By name I was his son, on paper and in all rights by law and blood but his true son was Emmett. The one that lived in his house and owned his love.

"Good man. Fantastic doctor." He said smiling. I nodded, agreeing half-heartedly. He waited for a second before speaking and holding out the keys my mom had given for them to move the stuff inside. "Well, we're all done here, I hope you like Forks. Say hello to your dad for me."

I took the key, thanking them with a favourable tip before heading towards my new house, throwing the now outed cigarette away as I bounded up the porch steps.

Everything was as it should be, the boxes all piled in the right rooms but after a quick glance at each, I headed towards the living area. There, in the middle of the room was my baby, covered by a thick white sheet. My feet moved straight away, carrying me over to it. The sheet was soft, completely untouched since its delivery a week ago. I had been terrified that it would take a bump along the journey here. Mom swore it never, it played just as it always did.

I pulled the sheet off, letting it fall to the floor before running my eyes over every inch, the black glossy touch on the wood, the ivory keys, looking for any hurt towards my baby.

Someone would die if she got hurt. I would hunt the person to the ends of the earth. No question about it.

My phone let out a shrill ring, tearing me from my thoughts faster than the car horn had. I dove my hand into my pocket and answered it without looking at the caller ID.

"Mom, you don't need to check up on me, I'm fine." I pinched the bridge of my nose, frustrated. Sometimes it felt like I never left home. I had, six long years ago, it was hard to remind myself that I'd put her though hell the last few months.

"Well, I know it's been a while but I didn't think I'd changed that much!" I grinned instantly. The southern twang was still there, despite living in Seattle since he was seven. Jasper Whitlock had been my life long friend since his family moved from Texas; almost like a brother, his father had been a cop just like my step father. We had been inseparable, like Starsky and Hutch, Shaggy and Scooby, Sam and Dean. It had been a childish dream to fight crime together but as we got older Jasper found his call in being a laywer. He'd graduated a year ago and was working his way through one of the best legal companies in Seattle. I was happy for him, just like he was for me.

I rolled my eyes, not the least surprised at his call. My mom would've told his mom and she would've told him. I knew the reason was still a secret, thank goodness or I'd have heard from him sooner, probably with the offer to sue someone or a 'I told you so'. I had that enough from my mom already. I didn't need or want Jasper to jump on that bandwagon.

"My moms been chatting to your mom again, has she?"

"Don't they always?" He said in a tone that was obvious. "So I've been given the job of dropping someone off to you but I'm surprised, not your usual type that's for sure. A lot more hairier." He howled a laugh and I smiled. The house wasn't the only thing I'd bought, no, this time around I decided a housemate was in need.

"Fuck off, Jazz. He better be in good hands or you'll need those law skills you claim to command." He laughed. He hated dogs, all animals really. He must've been eager to see me if he was bringing my new housemate home.

"Just call me Jasper Whitlock, God of Law, Ruler of the Court and The best God damn Attorney ever." His accent thickened the faster he talked, making him sound more like the southern bred man he was.

"Any room in that car for my pup? This new job is making you big-headed like Rose." Rosalie was his sister, an utter cow who was self obsessed, if you asked me. She was always fixing her looks or buying new clothes. At least she was easy to look at, she just ruined it by speaking.

"You call this a puppy? Its more of a bear than anything and sheds more fur than Rosalie's fur coats." He complained. "You'll need a fucking cleaner, that's for sure. Your moms been going spare because of it."

"Stop complaining and get off the phone. That's a felony, boy." I said, imitating his father like a pro. He laughed, told me to fuck off and hung up.

I was unpacking the living room when the door went an hour later, and I heard the frantic shouts of my Texan friend followed by a string of barks. It sounded playful, while Jasper sounded stressed out. I opened the door as I heard the sound of claws on the other side and grinned at the huge fluff ball chained to a leash. At the end of the leash was a red faced and soaking Jasper. His car door was still open. I didn't have time to greet him as Jasper instantly released the lead, letting the wet dog bound forward. Surprised, I watched wincing as he began to whizz around the house, darting from room to room before bounding into the living room. Small paw prints and a puff of dog hair was all that remained in the hall.

Moving to the wettest town on the planet no longer seemed like my worst decision, I realised as I stared at my new muddy sofa less than two minutes later, arms full of a wet husky pup that fought to lick my face while my best friend roared with laughter. I wondered how many more I'd make with this second chance at life.