AN: Just an intro chap. Chapters will get longer and more involved as I get more comfortable. Enjoy!

EmPOV

As I head back downstairs boxes in hand my confidence in leaving is gone. Why can't football be a spring sport? She should be coming with me. We've never done anything individually; it's always been the two of us. This just feels…wrong.

Deep breath, it's just a few weeks. Yeah sure, doesn't mean I have to like it.

"Bells, I don't like this." I know I'm pouting as I walk through the kitchen. I drop the boxes I'm carrying in the hall then head back to the kitchen. With a sigh I walk up beside her. "You shouldn't be standing for so long, let Mom cook."

"I'm not standing. I'm leaning. It's been ten minutes; five more won't be a problem. AND I'm not eating Mom's cooking." She firmly states. If she could she would have stomped her foot.

I roll my eyes and grab the toast that has popped while I'm standing there before she tries to reach it. She slides some scrambled eggs onto the plates with tomato slices and I put them on the table. We've always made a good team. She turns from the counter and hops on one leg to the table.

"Bella!" I growl at her. "Where the hell are your crutches?"

"Em, I'm fine. No pain. Eat." She gently eases into a chair and slowly raises her left foot onto a pillow covered stool beside her chair.

"Being stubborn isn't going to get you anywhere. When's the next surgery? Maybe I can come back for a couple of days." I start shovelling the food in.

Bella sighs loudly before gently saying. "It's on Monday. I know you're worried but it's going to be fine. Doc's just going to be taking the pins out. I'll stay in hospital for a couple of days to make sure there is no infection. Then four weeks of physio and I'll be at your side in Forks to scare the poor locals." She takes a few bites of tomato while squirting ketchup on her eggs. "Go become the popular football star that all the girls' go crazy over. Then no one will notice your gimpy bookworm of a sister when she shows up."

We've had this conversation a dozen times since her accident so it's quickly dropped. I know I won't win. I put our now empty plates in the dishwasher before Bella can hobble her stubborn ass over there.

Forks. Who the fuck names a place forks? Some old dead guy is laughing hysterically in his post-life state for coming up with that. It's not that I dislike the place. But I don't really like it either. I'm a goddamn athlete I spend a shit load of time outside and here it rains, all the fucking time. Deep breath, rants over for now.

I miss Bella. This would be better if she were here. She would get it. Charlie knows I would prefer to be elsewhere but he doesn't really get it. He loves this soggy little town named for an eating utensil. Ah well, he's a great Dad so I won't pick on his town when he's around. And by his town that's precisely what I mean. He's the Chief of Police in Forks. Must say I'm mighty proud of the old man.

My internal musings end as the plane lands in Port Angeles. Throwing my backpack over my shoulder I make my way to the luggage pick-up to find my bag. Most of my stuff was shipped in boxes a couple of days ago. I turn and see Charlie waiting near an exit. Walking over I smile and raise my left hand in a man wave.

"Hey Emmett. How was the flight?" Dad asks when I reach him.

"Not enough leg room. How are you doing Dad?" I grumble a little. Okay so I know it's not the plane's fault I'm a giant, doesn't mean I can't complain about it.

"Good, good." Dad says as we reach the curb. As I start looking for the cruiser Charlie opens the trunk on an awesome looking Jeep YJ. He reaches for my bag as I raise a questioning eye brow to him. "It's for you, well you and your sister when she's able to drive."

I'm fucking speechless. So to stop myself from spewing a happy line of profanities I give him the biggest Emmett smile. "Uhhh, thanks Dad. That's awesome!"

" You're welcome." He nods his head, and then ducks around to the drivers' side. Dad never was one for emotional conversations. As we drive away he glances at me. "How's your sister doing?"

I can tell she hasn't been telling him much. Hell she wouldn't tell me anything if I couldn't see for myself. "She's anxious for the next surgery to be done, wants to be on two feet yesterday. Not that she'd actually tell anyone that though." I answer honestly.

Charlie just nods and we make our way to Forks in comfortable silence.

We pull up to the same house Charlie and Renee bought 18 years ago. It's painted the same colours and most of the furniture is the same too. Bella and I have beds instead of cribs and desks instead of toy boxes but otherwise nothing's really changed.

Charlie orders pizza while I start to unpack my room. Ripping open all the boxes I've sent over the last two weeks.

"I thought maybe we could paint Bella and your rooms this weekend." Charlie says from the door.

"That would be really cool, Dad." I respond honestly with a big grin. I can tell he's really happy to have us living with him. Especially if he's willing to paint.

"Any idea about colours? I could pick up paint tomorrow."

"Forest green for me, and I'm pretty sure dark blue for Bells. I was going to call her now anyway, I can ask her." I start digging for my phone.

"Sure, sure, I'm going to wait for the pizza, say Hi for me." He turns and heads down the hall.

The phone barely rings once. "Emmett!!" Bells screams into the phone.

"Hi to you too Bells." I chuckle.

"I miss you. How was your flight? How's Charlie? Is it raining?" Bella says in a rush.

"I miss you too Belly-bear. No leg room. He's worried about you but glad to have us moving here. And of course." I try to answer everything she's asked.

"He shouldn't worry. I'm glad we'll be there too, soggy as it is. Hopefully I can start packing soon." I can hear the sadness in the last part.

"Bella. Don't rush recovery, you'll only slow yourself down or hurt yourself. You don't want a setback do you?" I sound like a broken record.

"I know. This just sucks Em." Ok she needs distracting.

"Hey, Dad and I are going to paint your room and mine this weekend. What colour do you want?" I'm pretty confident in my guess but I ask anyway.

"Do you really have to ask, navy blue please. He's really painting?" I can hear the smile in her voice. Mission distraction completed.

"That's what I told him, but I said I'd ask. Yes painting, he's really excited, well as excited as Charlie gets, about us coming here."

"That's great; I'm excited to be with him too. It's been too long." I hear the doorbell as she's speaking.

"I better go pizza's here. Try to look after yourself Bells. I worry more now that I'm so far away. Get better, so you can be here too." I know it's sappy but she is my best friend.

"I'll try. It's just frustrating." She grumbles.

"I know. Text or call whenever you want. I'll even charge my phone!" I laugh and hear her giggle; we both know my phone is usually dead.

"I will Em, try to enjoy yourself."

"Will do, Goodnight lil sis." I say with a lump in my throat.

"Goodnight brother bear. Talk to ya tomorrow." She hangs up quickly.

"You sure she wanted it this dark?" Charlie asks looking sceptically at the wall we've just painted.

"She loves dark colours. Says it makes it cozy or something." I look around and realize there is an incredibly important item missing from Bella's room. "Oh and we should get her a bookcase." It's gotten hot as we work so I take off my shirt tossing it on the floor leaving me in only my cargo shorts.

"Oh of course, can't believe I missed that. You might need a bigger bed too." Charlie says looking me up and down. His eyes stop on my left upper arm and he raises a questioning eye brow to me.

The twin bed was uncomfortable but I wasn't about to complain. Since he brought it up though and to avoid the obvious question on his face. "Yeah I almost fell out a couple of times."

"Can you manage for a couple of days? I'm off Wednesday afternoon we could go to Port Angeles then. Oh and WHAT THE HELL IS ON YOUR ARM?" I've never seen actual smoke come out of Charlie's ears. Oh shit, knew I should have told him when I got it.

"Ummmmm, a tattoo." I turn to the wall optimistically.

"I realize that, Emmett. What is it doing on your 18 year old arm? A complete explanation would be appreciated, including what your mother's opinion is." His jaw is still clenched but the smoke has stopped escaping his head and he's not the strange colour of purple he had turned.

"Uhhh, I got it in May." I chuckle quietly before continuing, he doesn't look amused by that. "Momcamewithus." I mumble out quickly.

"She WHAT!!!!" He takes a deep breath closing his eyes. Pretty sure he's counting to ten in his head. "For some reason I'm not surprised. You should have told me kid. Wait. What do you mean US?" Uh oh, the purple is returning to his face.

"Bella has one on her ankle, same as mine. It was actually her idea. Oh and she got her lip pierced at the same time." I hope that's all the info he needs. Knowing Dad he doesn't need the meaning behind it, at least not now. It might be an issue when we want to add to them though.

More deep breaths, really starting to hope he doesn't have some unknown heart condition or something. "Ok, I'm going downstairs to ummmm, process this. Probably best I know about your sisters, uhhhh "he flinches before continuing, "Lip ring," deep breath, "and tattoo, before she arrives." He turns to leave.

"You're not gonna pass out or anything right Dad?" I have to ask before I let him go downstairs alone.

"No, no, just need to let it sink in. You should have told me when you got them though. I know I was far away but I'm still your parent."

"Sorry Dad, I'll finish up the painting." I really do feel bad. To be honest it never crossed my mind to call and tell him.

BPOV

"Mom! Mom!" I yell trying not to worry her. This pisses me off, having to ask for help all the time. "Phil, Mom. I just need help for a second."

Finally Phil appears at the door. "Whatchya need baby girl?" He asks with a sympathetic smile. Phil plays minor league baseball and has been hurt almost as much as me.

"Could you get my duffle from the top shelf and a packing box from Em's room for me please?" I really am going to miss him. He's a lot younger than mom but loves her dearly.

"Sure no problem." Phil wanders down the hall to retrieve the box and duffle then places them on the bed and sits down.

I wheel over in my desk chair to drop a lap load of books. I wheel back over to my bookcase filling my lap again.

"Don't you want those for the next couple of weeks?" Phil asks catching some that have slid off the side of the bed.

"I figured I'd get started. I'll keep some." I say over my shoulder.

"Bell, you're allowed to be upset, you didn't choose this. You and Em have never been apart; don't think I haven't noticed your anxiety. Do you want to talk?" Phil says as he lowers himself onto the bed.

"You're right; I'm not ok with this. But it's only six weeks." I say calmly chewing on my bottom lip. I drop the next load of books into the box. "Can you grab those pillows off the chair for me please?" I am pissed but there's nothing I can do about it right now. Once I get into physio at least I'll have an outlet for my anger.

Phil adds the throw pillows I bought for my room in Forks adding them to the books. I seal and label the box.

"This is ready to go. Do you mind dropping it at the post office for me?" It feels good to start moving my stuff even if I can't go anywhere yet.

"No problem Bells. Do you need anything else?" Phil jumps on the fact that I actually requested and accepted help for ten minutes.

"No thanks. I'm just going to pack my hospital bag. I can wheel around enough to get everything." I scoop my backpack off the floor as Phil lifts the box to take downstairs.

I load my laptop, a couple of books and beading supplies into my backpack. My clothes are all in a duffle near the door, I included a pair of running shoes, optimistic or stubborn not sure which. Everything hinges on the next three days. Then it's up to me.

That night I close my eyes and wait for the fall. My stomach drops. I feel my body slam into the ground. As my racing heart and breath slow I can finally sleep.