Disclaimer: All things Twilight belong to one Stephanie Meyer and are only on loan…I own nothing.

The pain was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I just wanted it to be over and thanks to her, to my golden angel, it almost was. She carried me like a child. It wouldn't be long until we reached heaven and I wouldn't have to suffer ever again.

I didn't know if it was because we were flying so fast or because I was about to pass out, but I couldn't tell where we were anymore or where we were headed to.

When we finally stopped moving my angel placed me down gently. "It will all be better soon" she whispered in my ear. "CARLISLE!" she yelled louder than anything I had ever heard. That was my last memory of human life.

~*~*~*~*

"CARLISLE!" I heard my very angry angel yell as she entered the house.

Esme and I were in the kitchen doing an inventory of what never used appliances needed to be updated as per Alice's request. Esme put the blender she was holding down and gave me a questioning look. I just shrugged and hoped it wasn't something I had done that brought about the wrath of Rosalie.

"CARLISLE!!" she shrieked again.

Esme dashed from the kitchen as fast as she could. When I followed her I saw the Jasper was already on the stairs having emerged from his room upon hearing the commotion. Alice and Edward had gone to Port Angeles for the evening, but I'm sure had heard her as well.

"Rosalie! Lower your voice. I'm sure they can hear you half way to Seattle." Esme was trying to speak as calm as possible but I could tell she was worried.

"Where's Carlisle?" Rosalie asked in a somewhat softer voice.

I glanced at Jasper but could tell that he was already on it, trying to dope Rosalie with a dose of supernatural Prozac. It didn't seem to be doing too much. Either he was loosing his touch or she was madder than she had been in a while. Something told me that it was the latter.

"He's not home yet" Esme told her. "They were shorthanded at the hospital. Plus he had to make up the time he was away at the school this afternoon" she added the last part while looking at me out of the corner of her eye. Again, I just shrugged. Esme put her hand on Rosalie's shoulder and guided her into the living room. Jasper and I followed. "What's the matter my darling?" Esme asked in her sweetest, motherly voice.

Rosalie took a deep breath trying not to shout again. "That insufferable fool, J. Jenks sold my cabin!"

"What cabin?" I blurted out.

"The one in the south of France." Rosalie explained. She turned to see who she was addressing and looked at me. When she realized who she was speaking to she seemed surprised.

I sighed in relief. At least it wasn't the one in Athens, I love that house. Rose shot daggers at me when she heard the sigh. "Sorry, babe." I walked over to the couch she had settled on with caution and sat next to her.

Esme rubbed her shoulder soothingly. "We can always find you another cabin."

"Hang on. Do we even own a place in France?" I asked a little confused.

"Well not anymore we don't!" Rosalie barked at me.

"Emmett," Esme said, more than slightly annoyed at me, "why don't you and Jasper give us a moment?" She had phrased it as a question but I knew that it wasn't.

Esme always could calm Rose down better than any of us. I usually just got her so mad at me that she forgot about what had originally set her off. I figured it was best to let our mother handle it, at least for now. I started to leave and motioned for Jasper to follow but he didn't move from his spot in the entrance of the living room.

"It's all right Jasper." Esme assured him. "You'll know if we need you."

Jasper was satisfied and left with me. "Garage?" he asked. Once more, I shrugged.

We headed toward the garage which housed our rather extensive collection of cars. "Wanna help me tune up the jeep?" I offered. Jasper wasn't big into cars like me but I think he just wanted to get away from the house. As much as he always wanted to help keep the mood as light as possible he wasn't always thrilled with the high emotions that tended to run in the Cullen household.

Jasper sprung up onto one of the work benches Edward had built and pulled out a book from his back pocket. As I said, cars weren't his thing. "What's wrong with your jeep?"

I had known Jazz for a very long time but when he willing started a conversation it always threw me. Not that he was a mute or anything but I usually had to start it off.

"Nothing's wrong with it technically. I just think it could be faster." I told him as I grabbed my tools.

Jazz gave a little laugh. "I think Alice would agree with you. She's sick of only being able to drive 100 miles an hour when she borrows it."

"Yeah, that girl of yours has a need for speed."

"You have no idea." He said as he opened up to the page he had left off of in Nietzsche's something or other.

I dropped my wrench and covered my ears. "Over-share man, over-share!"

"What?" Jasper asked confused before getting it. "Oh my god! You are sick! That is not what I was talking about."

I just grinned. I slid under the jeep and got to work. I heard Jasper turn the page every so often. We were both beyond happy to be away from the girl talk that was sure to be taking place a few yards away.

"So, you're pretty good at keeping track of all our financials and that fun stuff" I said after awhile, "when did we but property in France?"

"Hmm?" was Jaspers only response.

"Jazz, man, put the Nietzsche down for a second would ya?"

"Sorry. There, it's down." He assured me. I waited a second to hear the soft thud of the book close. "What were you saying?"

I rolled my eyes and kept working. "France. House. Ours. When."

Jasper was silent.

"Jazz? You still here?" I asked sliding out from under the truck so I could see him. He opened his damn book again. "Jazz! What is wrong with you?"

"If I tell you, you have to promise not to let on you know."

Woah. Jazz had a secret. This had to be good. I jumped up and leapt to the bench across from him. "Swear to god…or whoever's in charge of us. Hit me. What's up?"

Jasper got the wicked look he always got when he knew something I didn't. I was kind of shocked that he wasn't going to lord it over me. "We don't own a house in France, at least not yet we don't" he winked at me as he said this. So maybe he was going to do a little lording after all.

"I'm sorry" I said sarcastically, "I don't speak cryptic Hale fluently yet."

He just rolled his eyes at me. "Wow, you are dense. Rosalie wanted to get you something special for your next wedding after graduation and she thought the property in France would be just the thing."

"What? I hate France. Why would she think that?" I was once again shocked. Rose's presents were always so thoughtful. Why on earth would she get me a house in France? It smells like cheese there.

"Jasper looked almost as shocked as I did. "You hate France?" he almost shouted at me. "Why didn't you tell me?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sorry; I didn't think it meant that much to you."

"You imbecile! This is going to kill Rose!" he was genuinely upset. So now Rose and Jazz were mad and I still had no clue what was going on. "Think Emmett, why would Rosalie want to get you a house in France as a wedding gift?"

Crap. I hated riddles. I thought about it for a little while but nothing was coming to me. Jasper just sat and waited patiently. The last time I was in France was… "Oh damn it! She is going to be so pissed if she doesn't get me that house!" I bellowed jumping off the bench.

How the hell could I have forgotten? Rosalie and I had spent our fist honeymoon in the south of France. I had hated the country but that time with her had been the best of either of my lives. She was so amazing. She wanted to recreate our very fist honeymoon.

I paced the garage trying to think of some kind of solution. Rose was sitting in the house thinking that her wonderful surprise for me was ruined. I had to cheer her up somehow. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.

I grabbed my keys out of my pocket. "Jazz, get in the car."

I had interrupted his reading again. "What? I'm not going anywhere."

"If my girl wants a house in the south of France then my girl is going to get a house in the south of France." I told him as I started the truck.

"Ah, and so the surprise-ey becomes the surprise-er." He said with a smirk. "And we go pay a visit to my good friend Mr. J. Jenks."

"Exactly. We drive up, you put the fear of God into him, we drive back, and we're back in no time."

"Splendid. I could use a good dose of threatening to get my through the rest of the semester." Jasper said as he got into the passenger's side and started reading again.

Well there you are, chapter three. It once again went in a different direction than I had planned but I still had fun with it. And by the way, no offence was inteded towards the people of France. I do not think your country smells like cheese. ~Slags