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A/N: Has nothing to do with the awesome BBC show. Just saying. (It's really me just trying to be clever.) Hope you enjoy!

Doctor Who

God, could that have been anymore embarrassing! I mean, sure it saved my life, but now what are people going to think of me? But, I mean, really I should've remembered a certain honey-blond haired vampire was new to the Cullen's diet. I should've known that sitting in a room crowded with blood-filled bodies was enough of a temptation and sitting next to one? Well that was a-whole-nother story. I don't know why I hadn't seen it earlier. I suppose, though, it was good that I even saw it at all.

Mike and I walked along in silence, my feet dragging, the vision wearing me down more than I had realized. I felt lightheaded and almost breathless. I accidentally stumbled into Mike a few times too.

"You sure you don't want help… support?" he asked after the fifth time.

I thought about this. "Okay," I agreed stepping closer to him, putting my arm around his shoulders, with his arm around my waist.

We finally got the main office. Mike led me to the nurse's office where she let me lie down in a cot. Mike sat down in one of the chairs, opposite of the cot I was currently lying in.

"You don't have to stay. You should get back to class." I mumbled, closing my eyes and laying my head back slowly, feeling nauseous and a little sick.

"Are you kidding?" he asked incredulously. I snorted but didn't say anything else and kept my eyes closed. "So, what happened back there?"

"Well, I'm not sure, exactly. What did you see?" I asked opening my eyes and rolling over on my side so I could look at him without having to hold up my head or sit up.

Mike sat back and gave me a look but I continued to gaze at him waiting for an answer.

"Well," He paused and thought about this. "We were on our way to Forensics and then… you just stopped outside of classroom. I almost crashed into you. I called your name a couple of times but you didn't respond, you seemed really out of it. And then… and then you blinked and… snapped out of it, I guess. By that time your lips had turned blue. I didn't actually see it though, because, you know, I was standing behind you."

"Hm," Was my only response.

"So are you going to tell me what happened?" Mike asked sitting forward again.

I smiled. "I spaced." I said shrugging.

"What about that weird… blue lip thing?" he asked pointing to his lips.

"I told you before: They just do that sometimes, no one really knows why."

Mike stared at me for a long time. "You're a strange girl, you know that, Brandon?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

I chuckled. "I know."

Mike was booted out a few moments later because the nurse returned with a cold glass of water for me. I was still feeling nauseous, just sitting up made my head spin and my stomach flip-flop. The water helped a little but I spent the whole of Forensics and my next period, Dance, in the nurse's office.

Usually my visions didn't have such a negative effect on me, but this one was different. I'm not sure why, I mean, I did die. But I've had visions like that before—don't ask—so it really shouldn't have been any different than those other times. So why was it? When you grew up the way I did, when you were psychic, you learned that everything happened for a reason.

I thought about this a little. I had the vision about Jasper killing me—of course! How could I have been so stupid? It was obvious, it was staring me right in the face. It was Jasper. That really couldn't have been more obvious.

With that solved I spent the rest of the day in the office daydreaming and by the time the last bell rung signaling the end of my first day at school I was feeling… slightly better. Not completely, but enough that I could function without falling flat on my face.

Cynthia was waiting by the car patiently. When we got in she asked me what happened. With our link and all she knew when I was feeling ill and vice versa. I filled her in as we drove away from the school and to our little hiding spot in the woods.

"How was your day?" I asked as we pulled into the small clearing.

She shrugged not saying anything more. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Oh, no!" I did a face-palm and looked at her apologetically over the top of the car as we stepped out. "I'm sorry, I completely spaced. I was going to go the grocery after school. We can go now—" I looked at her carefully as she made her way to the tent. "What do you mean you don't want to go?" She took off her backpack and threw it into the tent. "I know it's been a long day but it'll only take a few minutes—" Cynthia then slammed my door I forgot to close with her telekinesis reminding me that she could take care of herself. I sighed heavily and rubbed my forehead. "I know you can take care of yourself, I just worry—" She came up and took one of my hands. "Okay…" I agreed reluctantly. "I'll only be a few minutes. Don't go anywhere." Cynthia rolled her eyes. "And be careful."

I pulled her into a tight hug and then hopped into the car before quickly backing up. Only a few minutes. She'll be just fine. I reminded myself over and over as I drove. She would be just fine.

Getting in, grabbing some food and getting out was easy but as I was walking to the car I got a jolt making chills run down my spine and my blood run cold. I paused for a second, getting wet as I stood out in the rain, and looked around for the source. I thought I saw a Suit, but it was too dark to really tell. Even so I quickly made my way back to the car, that I parked under a light, and threw the groceries into the back before trying to get the key into the lock. But my hands were shaking so much and my fingers were practically numb from the cold that I couldn't get a good grip.

Another wave of unpleasantness hit me and my heart picked up speed as I tried to unlock the car door, only I became so frantic in my attempts that the keys slipped from my hands and onto the asphalt of the parking lot.

I quickly bent down to pick them up but another hand dashed out snatching them up before I could.

Gasping I stood up to come face to face with one of the Suits, dark glasses and all.

He took a step toward me and I mirrored him, taking a step back. The tension was thick and I'm sure he could smell my fear. When he reached forward adrenaline kicked in and quick as lightning I kicked him in the groin before turning and dashing off in the opposite direction.

I looked around me as I ran, more Suits were appearing. More were starting to chase me. I looked ahead and pushed harder. I wasn't going to lead them back to our hideout but I didn't have anywhere else to go.

I wasn't sure why they were chasing me now. I thought for sure that the Cullens would hold them off longer than this and even they didn't I'd know if they were going to come for me, but they managed to get around my visions. I should've known that we couldn't run forever. It was worth a try though. It wasn't much of a life, but it was better than the alternative. And I wasn't doing it for just me I was doing it for Cynthia and our mom, who had died trying to give us a life.

However, now here it was, here it came, after me. And it was all my fault.

I was cold and soaking wet from this unrelenting rain. It was dark and I was using my abilities to navigate through the dense forest (yes forest, they led me here, popping up in the direction I had wanted to go so I couldn't go that direction anymore). The only reason I knew they were behind me were the sounds I strained to hear over my heavy breathing and the rain: Faint sounds of people rushing through the underbrush after me.

My lungs burned, my muscles cramped, my body weary coming off an adrenaline high. I was running out of fight. I was thinking of just giving up when a light broke through the darkness. It had a soft, orange-yellow glow, sweet and inviting. Energy shot through me when I realized just what this could be.

Using my last reserves of energy I pushed my body to its utmost limit and crashed through the underbrush to break through and stumble, almost falling flat on my face, into a large clearing.

Or rather, a driveway.

The Cullen's big white mansion was to my left and without hesitating I ran up onto their porch and to the front door, slamming my fists against it.

"Please!" I cried. "Please, help!" I stopped for a moment, fists still on the door, to look back. I saw them, peeking out from behind trees. As I turned back around to pound my fists against the door some more the door swung open and I fell forward onto the carpet of a foyer.

Gasping, I spun around, still on the floor and looked outside, they had disappeared. I was safe… for now. With that immediate danger past I turned my attention to the situation now at hand.

I looked up at the tall, striking blond doctor staring down at me with curious light-golden eyes.

"Hi," I said breathlessly. He slowly closed the door, still staring at me and then came to kneel down next to me, calling to his wife: "Esme, could you bring me a towel, please?" He turned his attention to me. "What's your name?"

"I'm Alice." I held up my hand.

"I'm… Doctor Carlisle Cullen." he said slowly, taking my hand at the same pace. "You said you needed help, what's wrong? Are you all right?"

I opened my mouth to answer but Esme came in then with a towel.

"Oh, my! What happened?" she questioned rushing up to me and draping the towel over my shoulder. It was large, warm and fuzzy. That was when I realized how cold I was and how much I was shivering. I clutched to the towel, bringing it around me tightly. "Are you all right, dear?"

I nodded and smiled reassuringly.

"Um… Esme, this is Alice." Carlisle introduced. "Alice, this is my wife, Esme."

"I-it's nice to m-meet you." I didn't extend my hand this time because I was just too cold. I knew it was rude but I think Esme would understand.

"Oh, why don't we get you a chair and glass of water." Esme said helping me up and leading me into the dining room. Carlisle followed and sat down angling his chair so that he was facing me. Esme left and came back a moment later with a glass of water for me. I thanked her and tentatively reached out for it. She took a seat next to Carlisle.

"Alice, would you mind telling me what happened? You're not hurt, are you? Because I can help." Carlisle started after giving me a moment to sip my water.

I set the glass down and shook my head. "I'm sorry to intrude on you like this. I'm fine. I'm not hurt or anything."

"How did you find our house?" Carlisle continued.

"Um… well, I was—" I broke off not quite sure how to handle this. "I was… running." I mumbled not able to think of a reason that I was out in the cold rain, soaked to the bone.

"Running? Running from whom?" Esme asked this time.

"From—" I broke off again and shook my head, chuckling. There was no way I was telling them about the Suits. No way. Then a thought occurred to me, thinking about the Suits. I shot up letting the towel fall into the chair. "Oh no!" I gasped. "Cynthia!" I had left her all alone! They knew where we were staying and if they came after me then no doubt they were going after he next!

Without an explanation I dashed out of the dining room and to the door. I heard them call after me but all that was on my mind was my sister. I couldn't even begin to believe I left her there unprotected and alone!

All the adrenaline was gone from my body now, but I didn't care. I pushed past the pain and the tiredness because I had to protect my sister. I had to make sure she was all right. I had to make sure they hadn't caught her yet. If they had… well if they did, I-I just don't know what'd I do.

I'm not sure how long it took me to get back to our little clearing—long enough for the rain to stop—but I recognized the road down to it and started calling Cynthia's name frantically. She was already out of the tent when I finally got to end of the road. Relief flooded through me as I stopped, throwing my arms around her tightly. I was sobbing.

"Oh my God! You're okay! You're still here! I was so worried." I hugged her closer to me, enough to probably cut off her airways.

She wiggled out from my death-grip and looked at me with wide, concerned eyes. I collapsed onto the forest floor trying to catch my breath.

"The… the Suites," I gasped. "They… they were chasing me. I… I got away, but-but I was afraid they'd come after you. I had to make sure—" I broke off too short of breath to speak.

Cynthia knelt down and put a comforting hand on my shoulder, assuring me that she was okay. Then she noticed that I didn't have the car with me and that I was soaking wet.

"They started chasing me at the grocers and it was pouring." I explained. "I'll have to go back and get it. But… but I want you coming with me this time. Please."

Cynthia nodded and, letting out a breath, I stood and took her hand. Together we walked at a relatively slow pace to the store and got the car. I explained to her what happened after the Suits started chasing me on our way there to pass the time.

"I'm sorry, Cynthia." I sighed as I started the car. I found it with the keys hanging in the ignition. If the Suits weren't after me or my sister, right now at least, then what was that whole chasing thing? Were they trying to lead me to the Cullens? Is that why? But what reason could they have for introducing them to me or me to them? What did that accomplish? I couldn't think of any way that it'd benefit them in any way, would it?

Cynthia's thoughts broke through the barrier of my own.

"I know, but I am anyway. I think I might've just blown it for both of us." I sighed again.

Cynthia shrugged.

"Do you think we'll need to leave?" I asked looking over at her, slowly pulling into the small clearing, next to our tent.

Cynthia turned and grabbed my arm with both her hands, looking at me with wide hazel eyes, begging me to stay here. She was tired of running. And we'd just settled down a few days ago.

I chewed on my lip for a moment before finally giving in and agreeing.

"Okay," I said. "We'll stay. But if anything pops up we're going. I can't risk your safety."

I could barely hear myself speak over her internal "thank you's" over and over again. Don't get me wrong, I knew we couldn't run forever but I would run as long as I could.

"Okay, well, I think that we should sleep in the car tonight. I don't feel comfortable outside right now." I glanced out of the windows into the forest. They were waiting again. Cynthia nodded and we packed up our things and threw them in the back of the car but kept the sleeping bags out. Then I prepared dinner, which wasn't much: Just PB and J sandwiches. After was homework and finally sleep.

The next day went pretty much like the previous, lunch and after lunch going a tad bit different.

First off, word had gotten around the table group about what happened to me. So as soon as I sat down they all started asking questions all at the same time. It was overwhelming at first, but when they settled down and realized they were all asking the same questions, I managed to answer all of them as much as I could. After, lunch went by as usual.

About half-way through lunch I glanced over at the Cullen's table and noticed that Jasper wasn't there. I found that a little odd but didn't have time to dwell on it too much because just then Eric, who I now just realized hadn't been at the table this whole time, showed up and slid in next to me.

"Hey, Alice," he greeted sounding a little breathless. "I heard what happened yesterday. You all right?"

I wanted to be annoyed, but his eyes were genuine and sincere. And though I didn't like to repeat myself a bunch of times, I answered him and told him what I'd told the table a little earlier.

"Well you look bunches better." he said when I was finished.

"Yeah, hopefully I'll be able to make it through all of today."

"I'm glad. I was actually pretty worried about you when I heard the news." I gave him a sort of strange look. "Well, you know, because… I-I mean you're part of the group now. And I heard about it during PE—I have that with Mike at end of the day." I put a hand on his shoulder to stop his babbling.

"Hey, it's fine. I'm just messing with you." I laughed.

"Oh, okay, I see how it is, Brandon." Eric narrowed his eyes and glared at me playfully.

The bell rang, then, and the kids that were left in the cafeteria started to disperse and get to class.

Eric fell into step beside me as soon as I started to head off.

"So, what class do you have next?" he asked as we walked along.

"Forensics, you?" I answered.

"English."

"Shouldn't you… be getting over there now?" Was it just me or was he being a little too obvious about the… liking me thing?

"Now that you mention it, here's my turn." He pointed down the hall to his right. "I'll see you later Alice."

"Yeah, bye, Eric."

I continued on to Forensics with Mike and Angela in an awkward silence. Maybe it wasn't just obvious to me that Eric liked me… that or they just didn't know what to talk about. I was really hoping it was the latter.

As I slowly edged my way forward to the Forensics room I peeked inside and confirmed my suspicion. Jasper wasn't here today. He didn't just miss lunch he didn't show up today at all. Which was probably a good thing for me in the end, because I was sure that my body would protest to being in the same room with him; then I'd have to go to the nurse's office again.

Letting out a small breath, not loud enough for Angela or Mike to hear, I walked straight in and sat down.

We were taking notes on fingerprints today. It was very droll and I wasn't exactly paying attention, just going through the motions really. I had other things on my mind, like what the Suits were trying to accomplish last night and Jasper's absence today. I had figured they'd wanted me to meet the Cullens, but what was the point of that? The Cullen's weren't working for them so what did this mean for me and my sister? And then Jasper not being here? Was it just too much for him? Did he just stay home unable to bear through the incessant burning in his throat? It was overcast. The rest of the Cullens were here today, so why wasn't he?

I know what you're thinking, Why should I care so much. Well, I had to learn about the Cullens some way, right? I did learn about them but my visions had focused on Jasper. I basically saw the Cullens through Jasper's eyes. Before he found the Cullens, however, I'd seen him become a vampire. I'd seen him fight in battles, being used by Maria. I'd seen him wander off wary from all he'd seen. I'd felt his pain. I'd felt how lonely he was, how much feeling others emotions had taken a toll on him. And there's a reason that I'd seen Jasper and his life.

Dance was a little more fun, I did actually have to focus, but I liked dancing. It was a good way to express yourself and let loose and release stress. It was nice. Now, it wasn't just ballet, it was also different kinds of dance. These next couple of weeks we were going to work on hip-hop, the last week of hip-hop we'd get to learn a routine that the teacher had come up with.

Right before the bell rang as I was packing up my things someone came on the loudspeaker.

"Could Mary Brandon please come to the office after school? Mary Brandon to the office after school, please." a woman's voice rang throughout the school.

I blushed and continued packing up my things, trying not to feel self-conscious, though I could feel people's eyes on my back (by this point I was too embarrassed to really car they hadn't used Alice). I had no idea what I was in for. I just hoped I hadn't done anything wrong or that Cynthia hadn't done anything wrong. I waited impatiently for the bell to ring, my heart pounding in my chest, trying not to be bothered by the looks I was getting.

When the bell finally rang, I swiftly made my way straight to the office. I'd stop by my locker later. When I entered nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Ms. Cope was sitting behind her desk same as usual. Baskets of paper were scattered around the desk helping organize it better, and the potted plants looked as droopy as ever. Was I meeting with the principal? Why didn't they just say that over the intercom, as humiliating as that would be for me?

"So, you wanted to see me?" I asked, walking up to Ms. Cope, gripping the strap of my messenger bag.

"Oh, yes, actually I didn't want to see you personally. Misses and Doctor Cullen are waiting for you in the room down that hall there, second door on your left." She directed me, pointing down the hall I was supposed to go.

Except I was still processing what she'd said.

"Who?" I asked just to make sure.

"Um… Doctor and Misses Cullen? You know: the Cullens, uh, Edward and Emmett and—"

"Bella and Rosalie and Jasper." I finished for her. "Yeah, I know. Just making sure. Second door on the left?" Ms. Cope nodded and I quickly headed down the hall and to the small office space. I didn't think they actually let parents do that: Have meetings with students. It seemed… weird.

I awkwardly walked into the room, not meeting their gaze. I didn't sit and, still gripping the strap of my bag, I finally looked up and said, "Listen, I'm sorry about intruding last night and then rushing off suddenly with not much of an explanation." I apologized. "I… I don't exactly have an explanation for you, but I'm sorry."

I started to head out but Esme's voice stopped me in my tracks, "Dear, that's not what we're here to talk to you about."

I slowly turned back around and took a seat. They were sitting on the other side of the table, side-by-side.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" I asked carefully.

"Is it all right if we ask a couple of questions first? We would like to… clarify a few things." Carlisle asked hesitantly.

"That depends on the question." I answered nervously playing with my fingers under the table to keep calm. It was nothing; I was just sitting and talking civilly to two vampires. I had to look at the gold in their eyes and remind myself they weren't going to hurt me. That they didn't want to suck me dry.

"Who is Cynthia?" Esme asked in a gentle, soothing tone.

"My sister." I murmured knowing where this was going, looking down at the table.

"And where are your parents?" Carlisle asked this time.

I bit my lip and clasped my hands together and put them between my legs.

"Alice?" Carlisle prompted gently.

"O-our mom died a while ago. And our dad…" My nails dug into my skin as I thought of my dad. "Well our dad he left and never came back."

"And is it just you and your sister, now?" Carlisle questioned.

"Yes."

Esme leaned forward a little. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen." I looked up at them again.

"Where are you living?" Esme continued.

I rubbed the side of my neck before bringing my hand back down into my lap. "Do you want the truth?" I asked seriously.

Esme and Carlisle looked at each other and had a quick exchange.

"The truth." they said at the same time.

"There's a… a small clearing out in the woods. We have a tent and sleeping bags. That's our home." I smiled but I realized my eyes were filled with unshed tears.

Carlisle and Esme looked at me for a long time, silence filling the air. I held my breath and held back my tears.

"Alice," Carlisle started, glancing at Esme for a moment. "We've discussed this at length all night and we wanted to know if you and your sister would like to stay… with us."

Okay, I hope you liked that. A little uneventful, but it's building up. I'll update as soon as I can.

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~ I Heart Alice and Jasper!