Ok so I do not own Twilight or any of the retro visions.

My Sister

Even though I had been taking auto shop for a number of years now, it was never boring. With every New Year, there were always new breakthroughs. The combustion engine stayed relatively simple; however, with the improvements of metals, fuels and engineering, there was always something new to keep me occupied. Distracted. I realized early on that I enjoyed the class; I found working on cars to be relatively calming. In the way Carlisle had his calling in medicine, I had found mine in mechanics. There was something about bringing the cold, broken heart of metal back to life in a beautiful body that made it feel almost poetic.

I had worked my way through shop in a number of high schools and colleges. It had always been the same; one of the guys shadowing me like my own personal body guard. Like I needed protecting. Honestly, what was going to happen to me? I was a vampire for crying out loud.

Usually it was Emmett; occasionally Edward, and sometimes both. Recently it had been Jazz's turn. Even Carlisle and I have had many an evening reconditioning engines in the various garages of many a home. Like a true father, he has taken an interest in what his children have enjoyed, even taking time from his busy schedule for each of our pursuits. I appreciated every time he got his hands dirty.

So why was this year so different?

Well today was different because I was walking to shop with Alice bouncing on my arm. In our matching coveralls that Alice had made, with the Cullen crest on the back. This had been her fist semester in shop having preferred the computer and design courses our various schools had to offer. This would be an interesting year, if only because it was her first foray into mechanics. If Alice did something, she always gave a hundred and ten percent- in looking the part at least. She was never going to look any less than a grease monkey.

She had had the vision that she was going to take shop in the middle of summer break and was determined to follow through with her plans. Jazz wasn't keen on the idea of having to be separated from her again but it didn't deter her she told him it was for his own good. It had spiked my curiosity however with Alice the reasoning eventually came out in the wash.

"So when do you think we are going to start welding?" She piped up

"You're seriously asking me again, like you don't know already?" I grinned at her. She had asked me about welding nearly every other day for the past few weeks now. She was up to something, I just knew it.

"Well, no. But I like to keep you on your toes," she giggled, dragging me quickly to class.

"If it means anything, when I think you are ready, I could show you at home." This brought a wicked grin to her face.

"Really?" she practically bounced up and down.

"Yes, Alice. Like I said, when I think you are ready!" I actually found myself smiling back at her. Damn, she was infectious.

"Oh thank you, Rosie! You won't regret this!" She jumped into my arms, knocking me back slightly. I pushed her back down. "Sorry!"

She excitedly linked arms with me and we walked the rest of the way to class in silence. Once the glares and quiet mumblings had quieted down after our arrival to class (you would think the guys would have gotten over our presence by now) we actually started class. We had set to work with the job designated to us of stripping a car down to check its points and leads. I was watching as Alice skillfully pulled the leads away and started removing the plugs effortlessly. While she was working, she started humming a catchy tune that I had not heard before.

"So am I ever going to find out what this fascination is with welding?" I asked, breaking into her humming.

"You should mention the angle grinding, too, Rosie," she smirked pushing her tongue out at me.

"Alice, I was getting to that too, as you well know …. God you are infuriating."

"I aim to please," she smirked

I watched her silently. Each time I went to tell her that she was going wrong, she changed her approach and corrected herself. She twirled the wrench effortlessly as if it was meant to be in her hand.

She smiled. "Ok, Rose. Sulking is not going to help."

"What! I am not sulking, and I wasn't going to either," I quickly snapped as I looked at her, confused. Ok, so I was a bit quiet today. But sulking, I was not. Yet.

"Really …Ok, I will take your word for it." She winked at me. Just then, Shaun, one of our classmates, walked over to us. I groaned quietly so he didn't hear me, but Alice did.

"Hi girls, do you need any assistance?" he cockily asked us. Ali just giggled.

Between the two of us, we could probably strip this engine down in less than five minutes, without tools, if we were working at full speed.

"No thanks, it's all good. I think we have it covered." I moved to ignore him and looked under the hood. As I turned my back to him, I instantly regretted it.

"Whoooo! Nice coveralls there, Rosie." He whistled at me and I felt the warmth of his finger hesitantly ghost over the embroidered design on my back. I whipped my head round, and glared at him. I was pissed that my plait didn't smack him round the face. Oh well, better luck next time. I watched him in slow motion as his face contorted in sheer panic, and before I could react any further, he was on his way across the workshop.

"I fail to remember why I am wearing this today," I angrily said, waving my hand across the new, very fitted coveralls accentuating my curves. "Not that they're not nice." I was unable to withhold the grin that spread across my face from the attention I knew my coveralls were causing.

"You know Em will find them sexy as hell." Alice smirked as I smiled, thinking of what Emmett's reaction would be when he returned from his hunting trip with Jazz and Edward.

"Ok, Hun. You got me there …. But why are we wearing them to school and not just shop?" I lightened the tone slightly.

"We are starting a new trend a few weeks early." She ducked back under the hood quicker than she should, obviously trying to hide something.

"So you are in shop, just so that you can start a trend?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Well, the trend is only part of the fun! And to be honest, in a few weeks, all the girls will be desperate to join shop! Trust me." She tapped her temple which, disturbingly, actually reminded me of Edward.

"Does this trend include the fascination with welding?" I could not help myself. She knew I was digging for information.

"Maybe," she hinted with a quick smirk, but hurriedly carried on with the conversation.

"It's mainly for Jasper. You know how you will do anything for Emmett. Well, I am not averse to learning new skills either."

"So what's it take to be in the know then, Missy?" I bumped her gently with my hips.

"You will find out later tonight, I swear!" She playfully bumped me back.

"You had better! I don't think I can take anymore chat of welding and angle grinding, no matter how much I love shop," I sighed, returning to the job at hand, putting new leads and plugs in the place of the ones that Alice had previously removed .

"You better get used to it. Em is not going to shut up about it." I felt her lean into the engine compartment to watch what I was doing. Just as I was going to tell her of a little trick I knew to do this job quickly, I felt her tense next to me. I heard the metal of the engine compartment groan under her grip. I watched as she stared absently into space, and I waited patiently for her to ride out the vision.

"Alice?" I whispered quietly, so no one else could hear.

"Emmett wants a new car for his birthday," she said matter of factly.

"Yeah, tell me something I don't know. I've been restoring that car for a year on your say-so!"

"And he will not be disappointed… don't you trust me Rosie?" I sighed.

"Well of course I do! That's why I spent so much time and money on that hunk of junk. I want it to be a perfect restoration."

"Not this birthday. Two years from now." She had that excited look in her eye. This was not a good sign. It was bad enough I was already hiding one car for Emmett, let alone stashing two away.

"You look too excited Ali." I looked over at her and she giggled.

"Well this little surprise is going to be fun," she teased.

"How… you said that about the last project!" I said exasperatedly, remembering the difficulty I had finding some of the parts for the 1939 Buick that Emmett had set his heart on. But I had to admit, I was grateful for the little sprite's help in finding said parts.

"Like you're not having fun! You're in your element in that garage and you know it." She was right. I felt like I had a purpose when I was working on that car for Em. It gave me a sense of achievement. To produce something for Em that he will cherish and love.

"So what's he gonna want this time, oh knowing one?" I looked at her, awaiting her answer. Unfortunately it never came; I watched her shift her weight nervously like it was bad news or something.

"Come on, it can't be that bad," I casually cajoled her as I tightened the last lead in place on the distributer cap.

"DeLorean DMC-12," she said rapidly, turning away from my reaction. She knew my response already. I tried to act calmly, sucking in an unecessary breath and processing the information quickly.

"What did you say?" I mean, this could not be right. I knew that Em had secretly wanted the Buick, but that was purely sentimental to him. It was from our era and he was one cheesy oaf. But I honestly thought that Em had better taste in cars than a DeLorean! In all seriousness, I thought I had taught him better than that!

"Do you really need me to repeat it?" She raised her eyebrow at me. "Are you going to deny him?"

"No, I don't need you to repeat it," I said as I shook my head and glared at her. "And I just might deny him. I bet he wanted it for the doors. Seriously, he has no style. If he wants funky doors, I'll get him a Lamborghini Countache." I was in no way going to add a frigging DeLoran to our collection. It was literally a heap of shit, without even a single coat of paint! It looked like something out of space, or worse, a movie.

"Nice substitution! It will remind him of Sideswipe from Transformers! He's gonna love it!" I looked at her confused.

"You know, robots in disguise," she giggled. I shot her a look of disdain.

"Oops sorry you won't know about that either; not till next year," she added. I took a deep breath trying to be patient with her and hear her out.

"Rose, he also wants a flux capacitor, but I am still working out what the hell that is. Do you have any ideas?" She ran her hand through her hair. She had seriously been spending too much time with Edward "And I see him asking us all to call him Doc Brown, but I don't see him in med school. I am confused as hell. My only thought is that it hasn't been invented yet." It was as if she was still trying to process all the information out loud.

"Well we all know your visions are subjective; I am gonna ride this one out and say no babe… Today I am gonna bet against you!" I patted her on the shoulder and started packing up as the day was coming to an end. "So you gonna let me know this trend?"

"Yep, come on then." She smiled at my blatant change of subject.

After letting the guys know that we were heading off on our own tonight, we left behind a very frustrated Emmett and Jasper.

"Seriously? Bad Boy's?!" I huffed. "You get me dressed up for a night at the cinema to watch a film about street gangs? I thought this was a girly night!" I pondered to myself what the connection was. Ok, so Sean Penn was the lead, but I just did not get the connection.

"Patience is a virtue!" Alice winked at me and handed me a bucket of popcorn. She was obviously going out for a full human experience tonight. We sat in the back row to avoid the staring and I was not surprised that the cinema was practically empty at this late hour.

"Any more thoughts on the DeLorean?" She was practically bouncing in the seat.

I looked at her, wondering if she was being serious. In that moment, I realized that she was. She could actually see Emmett wanting this car. I just couldn't do it though. This car was a disgrace to automotive history. The manufacturer actually had the cheek to call the DMC-12 a sports car and try to compare it to the likes of Ferrari, Masarati and Porsche. To do that was a tragedy. This car did not even come close to the perfection that the other cars embodied. It was unattractive, and the power and handling were shameful to say the least.

"Alice, no matter what happens, Hun, I will not be purchasing a DeLorean in the near or distant future." I watched Alice, hoping I had not hurt her feelings. It was still hard dealing and sharing some things with Alice even though she had been my sister for years. However I was surprised to see her grinning at me. Like she knew something I did not know. Which in this case, was always.

"That's ok!" She was shaking with excitement. Normally she would be pressing me a lot harder on this, like with the Buick. Alice had nagged me for nearly six weeks on that; to be honest, in hindsight, I was pleased that she had. Emmett was going to love it when it was done. So what had changed for her to be reacting in such a strange manner?

Alice was staring absently at the screen when I flicked some popcorn at her.

"Ok?" I questioned.

"Yep, all sorted!" She was trying really hard to not smile.

"Sorted, is it?" Then it clicked.

"You had better not Alice Cullen" I was seething now.

"Wouldn't dream of it," she said cheekily. Of course she wouldn't. She never slept! Alice tried to look away but I had her cornered as she was sitting next to the wall.

"Spill Alice … Now" I quietly urged.

"Jazz and I are going to get it for him…. In fact this works better- like it was always supposed to come from me! As though we have some connection over it! I am still trying to see the finer details as to when and how…."At that point I cut her off.

"Well have fun with that." I smiled to myself. I think I actually had one over on the pixie.

"Oh, I will?"

"So what's your game plan…? What are you gonna do, call the dealer and order one?"

"Well of course, Rosie what else will I do?" She looked totally confused.

Now feeling quite annoyed that she would go against my wishes of not adding a DeLorean to my and Emmett's collection, I thought I would tease her a bit. "Ooh, do I know something that the all-seeing Alice does not?"

"I very much doubt it," she responded quite sarcastically.

"Ok, but I have a feeling that phoning up and ordering it will not work somehow." I was feeling rather smug and wanted to hold on to my little tid bit. But I couldn't help myself. Knowing that she would scour the earth till she found one, and that I could never delay her forever, I might as well give it up. She would see it soon anyway, so I might as well get my moment in.

"Why not?"

"The company closed down last year; they are not making them anymore."

"Seriously?" She gulped, shocked. I could tell she was looking ahead with her new found information trying to fill in her blanks.

"Yes, Hun. Did you really not know?" I smiled and clapped my hands quietly. Annoying her further.

"No I never knew. Why would I, honestly you know I don't check the future of everything. I only keep an eye on things we have investments in, the weather and our family."

"You forgot to mention Fashion, Hun" I laughed and so did she, and as we did, the tension between us was gone as quick as it started. And that's when I realized I truly had gained a sister.

Knowing my decisions, she spoke quietly. "Sister, you know you are going to let me buy it."

I found myself taking her hand in mine, and patting it gently. "I know I will. As long as I don't have to ride in it, I will be fine."

"Rose, he won't have it long, I see him crashing it while screaming, '88 miles per hour!' So I would not worry too much. It will be a passing phase."

We both giggled at my husband's stupidity, me trying to figure out what he was going to do, and Alice seeing what he would do.

And with that, the lights dimmed and the trailers started while Alice sat silently rocking with excitement.

"You walk out there and the music starts you just feel it. Your body just moves there is something inside of you it just clicks and your gone it's like your somebody else for awhile."

And then the music started the same as Alice had been humming for the past few weeks. I looked at her excitedly. The next few weeks at school were definitely gonna be fun and she was right. Emmett was going to love this movie.

"Her name is Alex.

She works in a male world.

She dances in a world of her dreams.

Flashdance

If a dream comes through just one time it can change your life for all time"

A/N: - I would just like to say thank you to the wonderful

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For being more than amazing,

Even though you are the other side of the world fiction has brought us together.

Thank you for all the help it was really appreciated.