Because you guys are awesome, here is the second part of the first 'chapter', as it were, of this, which I wrote for you pretty quickly. ENJOY! And please, still review!

Spring break came round quickly that year. The weather in Forks was wet and cloudy, so the days were filled with endless classes; the nights filled with endless lovemaking. Edward was more than happy to spend nights at Bella's, allowing his family freedom from his gift. Carlisle's evenings were occupied mostly with flight arrangements, accommodation searches and transport organisation, much to Esme's dismay.

"Why are we going to England?" Emmett asked for the umpteenth time.

"I'm going to say this slowly for you Emmet," Alice patronised him. "To. Have. Fun. You. Understand?"

"But everyone else gets to go to cool places in Spring Break! Where do we go? Jolly old England," he sarcastically celebrated.

"Dry up Em, everyone else's looking forwards to it," Jasper snapped.

"Take a chill pill bro, sheesh." Emmett rolled his eyes. "You're so emotional all the time. What's up with that?"

Jasper growled.

"You'll love it, I promise," Alice grinned. "I can just tell with these things."

"But there's a party in the USA," Emmet's voice saddened. "Miley says so."

"Right, everyone's bags packed?" Carlisle asked the morning they left. "Emmett, I don't think they'll let you take your baseball. Drop it back in your room."

Emmett grumbled as he wrenched it from his suitcase.

"Esme, you've got the pounds?" Carlisle checked.

"Ouch, Carlisle. I mean, she had only just had a baby when you changed her! No need to be a jerk," Rosalie scoffed.

"Rose, she meant the money," Alice suppressed a laugh.

"What's that?" Jasper licked his finger and lifted it in the air. "An awkward atmosphere?"

"Yes, I've got the money," Esme sighed. She smiled at her young coven with affection.

"Rosalie, Alice, you've both you room in your suitcases for whatever you'll pick up on the way?"

"Yes," they chorused excitedly. It had been a while since the family had travelled.

"Right, we run to the airport – saves us having to worry about the cars – and we'll get the flight to New York," Carlisle smiled. "We land in JFK in twelve hours from now, then we get a flight with British Airways to London Heathrow. Everyone ready?"

"Let's just get this over with," Emmett grumbled, leading the way out of the door and darted into the forest.

Rosalie followed him with a grin, the rest hot on her heels.

They landed in New York all in one piece and made their way into their terminal.

Within two hours, they had boarded their plane – business class, of course - and settled in for the long-haul flight.

The cabin crew began the routine display of safety in the aircraft, demonstrating how to use the oxygen masks and life jackets.

"Something tells me we'll be okay," Jasper breathed into Alice's ear and she giggled.

A passenger behind them tutted.

They suppressed another laugh.

"We will be landing in approximately six and a half hours, into London Heathrow," came the voice of the captain, thick with an English accent. "We wish you a pleasant flight."

"So what do we do now?" Emmett asked grumpily as soon as the plane had taken off. It was still climbing when he moved to take off his seatbelt.

"Sit still," Rosalie hissed under her breath. "You're human!"

"Aw, hell," he moaned, slumping back into his seat.

"Shut up and eat some nuts," Alice told him with a small grin.

"You eat some nuts," Emmett shot back.

"Americans," came a low tut from behind.

Carlisle snorted. "That's what they think."

Within a few hours, the Cullens had settled down into their seats, reading papers, watching films or browsing the in-flight magazines.

Carlisle stared out of the window. He was remembering the last time he had been in England. It had been 1891, the boom of industry and the age of revolution. Carlisle traced his footsteps back, taking him to the streets of London. It had changed since he left. Wooden houses lined the muddy, dirty backstreets. The city Carlisle had left was dirty and poor, but nothing compared to this. Faeces rotted in the streets, children ran back and forth like criminals and disease stank from every shack. He walked down the streets with a sober face as dunks stumbled out of a run-down tavern in front of him.

"Hello, pretty boy," one of them slurred as Carlisle approached. "What's a nice boy like you doing out here?"

Carlisle passed through the group silently, with a sick feeling in his stomach.

"Oi, he was talking to you," another prodded him in the back. The group was large, and surrounded him.

"Please," Carlisle said quietly. "I have a small amount of money. Take it, and let me pass."

"You're not going that quickly," cackled a third, and the other joined in. The circle closed in on him. One man took a swing at Carlisle's head, and he ducked.

"Oh, he's quick, this one," came a guffaw from the group. Carlisle closed his eyes, and leaped up in the air.

"What in the blazing fires of-"

Carlisle didn't stop running until he hit the edge of London. England had changed since his last visit.

Carlisle felt a gentle hand on his arm, and turned to look at Esme. She smiled at him weakly.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Esme asked.

Carlisle smiled warmly at her, and leant in to kiss her forehead. "Just thinking. About last time."

"Oh darling." Esme leant into him and they stared out across the clouds together as the sky.

"Eurgh. They are so mushy," Emmett snorted behind them. Rosalie didn't look away from her film screen. Emmett sighed again, glancing at her. She stared ahead of her.

"Well, I think I'll be off to the bathroom," Emmett stretched, looking hopefully at her.

"Way to keep up a good front," she said emotionlessly.

"C'mon, Rose," he almost begged, holding her hand to his chest and leaning close to her face. "You never heard of the mile high club?"

"Emmett!" she exclaimed, must to the annoyance of their fellow passengers.

Carlisle turned slightly to look at Emmett. "Emmett, are you sure that's a good idea?"

"You've never really been able to keep it... safe," Esme cautioned quietly.

"You guys are so boring!" Emmett groaned. "It's like you're Edward or something!"

Edward chuckled at him from across the aisle.

"Alice!" Emmett exclaimed when Alice suddenly appeared from the toilet cubicle with a grin on her face. "Where have you been?"

"I had to use the restroom," Alice said innocently, taking her seat in front of Edward.

"Oh yeah? So where's Jasper?" he accused.

Jasper stepped proudly out of the toilet as if summoned, and winked at his brother. He took his seat next to Alice and pecked her on the cheek.

A grey haired woman a few rows back gave them a disapproving glare.

"Aw man, how come they get to have sex on a plane?" Emmett cried indignantly.

This outburst earned Emmett a series of shocked looks from the passengers and a sharp look from Carlisle that told him he was in trouble later.

"I'm sorry, sir," a hostess came over with a serious look. "But could I please ask you to keep your voice down? You're disturbing the other passengers."

"But he got to have sex on a plane," Emmett moaned.

"I'm sorry sir, but that is not our responsibility." She walked away with a disdainful look on her face.

"Way to go, Em," Edward hissed at him. "Now you've got 'em hating on yo ass."

"Edward!" Esme scolded, and hid her face in her hands for the rest of the journey.

"Please wait to be dismissed off the aircraft by a member of the cabin crew. We wish you a pleasant stay in Great Britain," came the cool voice of the captain.

" Wait? Stuff that!" cried Emmett, as Jasper slyly filled him with excitement. "We're in London, baby!"

He launched himself of his seat and vaulted himself off the plane and down the tunnel to baggage claim.

"Way to go, Jasper," Rosalie hissed. "Now we have to find him."

"Sorry," Esme apologised to the air stewardess as she passed. "I can't help his behaviour."

"Don't worry, madam," she smiled. "We've dealt with people with learning difficulties in the past – and he seems very sweet."

Carlisle guided his embarrassed wife off the plane and followed his scattered family into the airport. "Something tells me this wasn't my best idea."

Okay, so this is where the real fun begins. It's all uphill from here! Please review :')