A/N: I don't own anything. Maybe this twisted story. But even some of the storyline comes from "The Family Man" film with Nicolas Cage. But the rest, I don't own. Thank you again to my wonderful beta.

Chapter 1: Glimpse

Beep. Beep. Beep.

A soft groan escaped from my lips as I picked up my cell phone. "Cullen," I answered.

Nothing.

Annoyed, I glanced at my phone.

This isn't my phone.

I looked at the screen, noticing it was an alarm set to go off. It wasn't actually ringing. And the alarm was set for 10:00 a.m. I was always up at least four hours earlier than that even on the weekends.

But whose phone is this? This is not my Blackberry.

I pressed "dismiss" on the phone's alarm. The alarm screen went away, and the background of the phone was in view. It was a picture of me and….

Bella?

Confused still, I set the phone back on the nightstand next to the bed. It was at that moment that I knew something was wrong. Extremely wrong.

The nightstand was not my nightstand. This nightstand was a dark cherry wood and had a framed 8 by 10 picture of me and….

Bella?

I immediately jerked my head from side to side still lying in the bed. The room was well lit as sunlight came streaming in from the cracks of the blinds. It was a large bedroom. The walls were a soft chocolate brown with a thin crown molding lining the top edges of the ceiling. Each wall had a piece of colorful, abstract art except for one wall which held large, beautiful black and white pictures of me and Bella.

What the hell?

The pictures were all so, so pretty. Some were of us gazing at one another in a loving way. Some were of us laughing hysterically… Bella with her eyes scrunched closed and her mouth gaping open in laughter, and some pictures were of us just looking at the camera with just a smile on both of our faces.

Against one of the walls was a large electric keyboard, an acoustic guitar sitting on a stand, and a small set of electric drums. On the opposite wall of the instruments was a large desk that held a computer, more pictures and lots of baseball trophies, most of which I had never seen but some looked familiar.

It was such a strange feeling that came over me. I felt like this room belonged to me, but I recognized nothing. I had definitely never been in this room before, but there I was… lying in bed, looking at recent pictures of Bella and me laughing, kissing and looking so damn comfortable and natural. Panic was slowly rising in my veins when I heard loud, giant footsteps bounding closer to the door.

I jumped a little as Emmett suddenly came barreling into the room without knocking on the white washed door. "Hey! Get up, you guys! Alice is cooking French toast!"

'Alice?' 'Everyone?' 'You guys?'

Before I could open my mouth and respond, Emmett shut the door. A small voice let out a moan from next to me on the bed. I lifted the thin white sheet and saw a pair of long, slender arms wrapped tightly around my waist. My eyes followed the line of the arms and found a pile of shiny, brown locks. Slowly her head shifted up closer into my chest, and she moaned again, snuggling closer to me.

How much did I drink last night?

I lifted the sheet up further to get a better look at her. I still couldn't see her face, but I looked down and noticed her bare back. She was definitely topless. My eyes traveled further down her body and noticed the only piece of clothing she was wearing was a pair of lacy bright red boy shorts panties. I quickly glanced down at myself to make sure I had on some kind of underwear. My boxers were a pair that I had never seen before. They were black with silver disco balls all over them and written down the front was "Wanna take a ride on my disco stick?".

Weird.

"It's a fucking Saturday. I don't know why we even have to get up at all," the girl on top of me said. But I knew that voice. That voice was one that I could never forget. Soft and sweet like a rose.

Bella.

I froze as she slowly lifted herself off of me and sat Indian-style next to me with the white sheet wrapped under her armpits. I still could not see her face, only the creamy skin of her bare back and top of her red underwear. Her hair was cascaded halfway down her back and hung in loose curls. She had a sexy 'just woke up' bed head style.

Without further hesitation, I very slowly sat up next to her and leaned against the pillows on the head board of the bed. She looked over her left shoulder and stared at me from under her dark lashes. My heart skipped. It was definitely her.

She bit her bottom lip as I continued to watch her cautiously. A smile slowly spread across her face.

What the hell is going on? Where am I? Why am I waking up next to you? Why are you almost naked? Why do you look so good even in the morning?

I knew I should have said something. Anything! I kept waiting on the words to come out, but nothing ever did. Between the questions that I had flooding my brain and the stare that she was giving me, words just could not seep out of my lips.

I opened my mouth at one point and waited. Maybe if I just sat long enough, I would be able to speak. But, no. With my mouth still in an "O" shape, words still did not come.

Her eyes glanced down at my lips then back up into my eyes. Back and forth, her eyes were playing with me. She kept up this rhythm while silently driving me wild.

Before I even had time to blink, in one quick motion, she burst from under the covers and straddled my hips. I took in a quick breath while never breaking our intense gaze. She sat on the tops of my thighs. I felt the lace against my bare skin, then shortly after, her hands pressed against my pecks.

"I'm sorry. I forgot to say good morning." Her voice washed over me, as I cleared my throat and desperately tried not to stare at her mostly naked body that was displayed before me.

Why is she so comfortable with me?

Before I could respond, she leaned down and covered my lips with hers, barely leaving me anytime to admire her breasts. I was startled at first, but I quickly recovered and closed my eyes, deepening the kiss. This was exactly what I wanted to do last night, but I was just way too scared.

Her hands traveled closely up my chest and onto my shoulders. Her fingertips skimmed down my arms softly, then back up. Finally, her hands found their destination in my hair. The feel of her soft lips moving in unison with my own was enough to make me feel so elated but still mostly confused. Kissing her seemed natural. It seemed comfortable. It seemed… right. Like we had been kissing for years.

My hands finally mustered enough courage to reach out for her skin. My fingers traveled up and down her bare back, running as smooth as water over her shoulders and down the smooth skin of her back. Her soft skin felt so fragile and delicate under my rough touch. My lips parted, as I waited for her tongue to enter my mouth. But she didn't. Instead, she pulled away and smiled at me.

My eyebrows pinched together instinctively at the sudden loss of contact. She laughed and popped up off the bed, so natural and free. "I'll be back in about an hour," she said as she danced her way around the room, grabbing clothes and shoes along the way. The last thing she took was a little white iPod that was sitting on the desk holding all of the trophies. My breath hitched as I watched mostly-naked Bella move around the room.

With all of her things in her arms, she stepped into the connecting bathroom, making sure to smile one last time at me and give me a subtle wink.

I didn't move for several minutes as I gazed at the door where she had just gone. My body was paralyzed in shock and awe.

Am I dreaming?

As much as I wanted to take off in a full out sprint towards the bathroom, I got out of bed and looked around the floor for the pants and shirt that I had worn last night. I searched under the bed, around the instruments on the other side of the room, under the desk and even on top of a couch that was sitting in the furthest corner of the bedroom. My clothes were nowhere to be found.

I moved all around the room hastily, still searching. But nothing looked familiar at all. There were some clothes on the floor. Some looked like they belonged to a girl and some looked like they were men's. But still, nothing looked familiar.

I sighed dejectedly and stepped into a closet that wasn't far from the bed. I moved my head up and down and side to side as I looked at all the clothes. This closet was definitely much smaller than mine, and the clothes were much different. There weren't many suits, but there were still some. There was a rack of ties, most of them were not like the ties that I normally wore to work, but what seemed the most unusual was that most of the closet consisted of normal, average, every day, strolling-around-town clothes. Jeans, t-shirts, sweaters, shorts, flip-flops… none of the these looked familiar.

This is not my closet. This is not my room. This is not my apartment.

I put on a pair of navy shorts and a light blue polo, grabbed a pair of brown Sperrys, and bolted out of the bedroom door.

As soon as I stepped outside of the bedroom, I quickly realized that this was not an apartment. This was a house. A rather large house to be exact.

Still, nothing looked the least bit familiar. I traveled slowly around the hall trying to find something… anything that looked familiar. Not so surprisingly, nothing did.

Nope. Never been here before.

The house was magnificent. It was beautifully decorated, and everything looked and even smelled new. Fresh paint and cinnamon scents washed over me as I continued down the long hallway until I finally came to a spiral staircase. I heard the faint sounds of voices coming from down stairs. Quietly, I descended.

The voices began to get clearer as I made my way across a large dining room and then across a living room where a large flat screen television was blaring as a Dodgers game played with no one watching. The smell of French toast and coffee kept getting stronger and stronger as I came into the kitchen.

When I appeared, four sets of eyes immediately looked at me and all smiled.

What the….

"Morning!" In perfect unison, Jasper, Alice, Rosalie and Emmett greeted me.

I still had not spoken a word since I'd woken up. There were no words. Even though I had so many questions and so many concerns, the words did not come. My mind was reeling and so many thoughts were running through my head that I was afraid my mouth would not be able to keep up. It might have come out a jumbled mess of very obvious questions.

Something is wrong. Something is completely and utterly wrong. I just don't know what.

All four of them continued to watch me as I looked at them with a look of disbelief flashing across my face. "Do you want some French toast or something, E?" Emmett broke the silence.

My head lifted, and my eyes met his. I opened my mouth to speak, but still nothing came out. I waited a few seconds before I shut it feeling once again defeated.

"Edward, are you okay?" Rosalie's voice seemed concerned but at the same time it had a hint of laughter. I was sure I looked dumb as hell standing in front of them with my mouth gaping open.

I groaned and rubbed my hand swiftly across my face. "What happened last night?" There. That was a good place to start, right?

"What do you mean?" Jasper asked as he poured another cup of coffee.

Before I could respond, I heard footsteps forming behind me. Suddenly, the same pair of slender arms that had been around my waist this morning in bed, were now wrapped around me again as I stood without moving in the kitchen. The smell of cotton candy filled my senses, and I shut my eyes tightly and took a deep breath in response to the aroma.

Bella moved quickly in front of me, never letting go of my waist. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail with a few loose hairs falling freely on her face. My eyes traveled down her body taking in her fully dressed state. She had on a tight razorback shirt with tiny shorts and the iPod she took from the desk wrapped around her arm. She smiled and stood on her tip toes to give me a quick kiss.

"I'll be right back. Love you," she said quickly before giving me a tight squeeze and making her way across the kitchen and out the back door.

'Love you'?

"What the hell is going on?" I finally screamed out loud, making sure the back door was fully closed before letting out my frustration.

Four sets of eyes turned towards me, all of them questioning me. Emmett was the first to speak up.

"What is your problem this morning? You're acting weird."

"I'm acting weird? I'M ACTING WEIRD?" My voice went from screaming to shouting. "WHY WON'T SOMEONE ANSWER ME AND TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"

Silence.

They all glanced at each other with more questioning looks before returning back to my gaze.

"UGH!" I groaned angrily as a thought popped into my head.

I ran toward the front door of the house that I had remembered seeing as I was walking through the dining room and living room. I swung the door open hurriedly and stepped outside.

Uh….

I froze. The wind picked up as soon as the door shut behind me, and my shirt waved in response across my chest. The air was chilly but still somewhat warm.

I'm definitely not in LA.

And as soon as those thoughts ran through my head, I knew I had to find out where the hell I was. I ran down the driveway, not paying much attention to the cars there, all I could think about was finding out the truth.

I reached my destination and stopped abruptly. Slowly, I opened the flap of the mailbox and took out its contents. I arranged all of the envelopes under my arm as I unrolled the newspaper and pulled it open to the front page. My breath hitched as I read it.

The Seattle Times.

I looked across the same page searching for the date.

July 9, 2009.

So, it was still the next day, but I was in Seattle? The newspaper fell from my fingertips as I continued to stare into space.

Am I dreaming? Do I have amnesia? Was I kidnapped or something?

All of the possible scenarios to try to explain this kept running through my mind one after another. But nothing made the least bit of sense. I ran my hand threw my untidy bronze hair forgetting that the mail was under my arm. I picked up the fallen envelopes from the sidewalk and started on my journey back into the house while I flipped through the mail, looking at the names on the outside.

I halted immediately as I read the names.

Two had Jasper's name printed on them, a fitness magazine had Emmett's name, but it was the last envelope that caused me to stop breathing:

Dr. Edward Cullen

1113 Lakehurst Dr.

Seattle, W.A. 98101

a/n: OMG! What is going on?

Read on.