Chapter 2 – Years Go By

Time had passed in the blink of an eye as Tristan and Charlie grew older. Life was good in the Swan household, and the men of the house were more than pleased to live their lives as they pleased.

Tristan was eight when he asked Charlie to teach him to cook, only for his dad to sheepishly confess that he didn't know how to cook. Tristan then asked if he could learn from someone. It was then that they went to La Push to visit Harry Clearwater, his wife and children. Sue was more than happy to teach Tristan how to cook. And as it turned out, Tristan was a fast learner and began to become a great cook. Not to mention he seemed to find a friend in young Leah Clearwater, if not for her shyness and blushing cheeks when she spoke to him.

Charlie couldn't have been prouder and happier to know his son was happy to cook.

From then on, they both spent a lot of time at on the Quileute Reservation, and at the Black Residence.

The Black family quickly became like a second family to Tristan, finding some sort of resemblance of his little Superman in young Jacob Black. He would have this energy and warm aura that radiated like a miniature sun. He was always tailing Tristan whenever he would come to the Reservation and made sure to make Tristan feel comfortable and had company at all times. It was nice and made Tristan feel welcomed and at home.

There was Billy Black, a man in a wheelchair due to Diabetes. He was a good man and a great father to three children. His wife, Sarah, had passed away after a car crash accident and the family were never quite the same again. And while Tristan could sympathize the loss of a loved one, he couldn't really console the mourning father. But he did offer words of comfort.

"I am sorry for your loss, Mister Black. And I know that I may be a bit young to say this, but I think your wife would not want you to be sad. She will never really leave you. She's always watching over you, Jacob, Rachel and Rebecca." He could see a certain light gleaming in the man's eyes as he looked at the boy beside him. "As long as her memory lives, she will never really die. She lives on in you." He smiled at Billy, placing his hand over Billy's heart to show the man what he meant. He heard his name being called and went rushing off towards Jacob who was waving at him from the beach.

Unknown to Tristan, he had brought back a happiness and sense of relief in the Chief of the Quileute Tribe that had been lost to him. Billy Black, from that day on, promised to himself to always watch over one Tristan Swan and make him feel a part of the Quileute Tribe.

It was amazing how much time had passed and not much has happened. There were most days where life treated Tristan and Charlie good, while there were some that Charlie and Tristan reached out to each other for comfort in times of loneliness and regret.

However, there were times, where Bella came to visit in the summer. Tristan had made it his mission to not involve himself in his sister's life. He ignored her when she visited, as harsh as it was. He held no interest in getting to know her because of her supposed future and the events it held in store for her. He wanted nothing to do with the Cullen drama and Bella's petty desire to be with her 'Edward' forever. To him, Bella wasn't just plain; she was desperate for true love. And try as he might, his sister made it her mission to get close to him. She followed him everywhere he went, always asking him questions that were none of her business. She had asked him once what he thought her being his twin and wanted them to be close and know what the other one was thinking. Because she had said 'that's what twins do'. And when he didn't answer her constant questions, she would throw this ridiculous temper tantrum and run to Charlie, complaining Tristan was 'being mean to her'. Tristan got this look on his face that seemed to terrify Bella and she would be quiet for a while before starting again.

However, there was one such day that Tristan was desperate for Bella to leave his home and never return. He knew she would be back in a few years, but for now, he desired a reprieve of his twin's constant yapping about everything and wanted her gone. So, he made a plan that would have Bella on the next plane back to Renee.

It was a quiet Sunday morning in his home, with his father having the day off to spend time with both of his children, Tristan started off by making breakfast for himself and Charlie. Bella had woken up ten minutes later to see her brother at the table eating bacon and eggs, with hot buttered toast. There was another plate on the bench, steaming hot and ready to eat. Assuming it was for her, she moved to take the plate.

"It's not for you." A cold hard voice spoke up. She snapped around to see her brother looking at her with a glare, dark and harsh for his cherub face. She felt a shiver travel up her spin, fear spreading through her veins at the expression on her twin's face.

"Oh, where's mine?" She asked, confused and demanding.

"Make it yourself." He retorted, before returning to his meal. He ignored her indignation and flushed face, before watching her stomp off towards Charlie with her petulant attitude and need for complaint. He followed her, intending on starting something in the hopes she would at least wait until Charlie woke up himself, instead of having Bella screaming in his ear.

"Hey, leave Dad alone. He came home late, he needs sleep."

"Well, I want breakfast. I'm hungry!" She whined, stomping her foot like the child she was.

"Leave. Dad. Sleep." He gritted out, face hard and set. He was warning her.

"I want food!" She returned, raising her voice with her face flushed with anger.

"I said, leave dad to sleep." He never raised his voice, merely kept it almost deathly quiet.

Bella, in a fit of anger, stomped to her twin and pushed him back to get her point across. She was hungry and wanted to eat, and since Tristan didn't make her anything, she would complain to Charlie and get him to make her something while he would be reprimanding Tristan about how bad it is to not make something for his sister.

Well, it would have worked if she hadn't pushed Tristan down the stairs.

She watched with wide, dreaded eyes as he fell and tumbled down the stairs. It was only when he landed at the bottom, that he lay still… unmoving and then, there was blood.

She screamed.

Charlie jolted awake, disorientated but soon regained focus when adrenaline began to kick in and he ran to see what happened.

He saw his daughter screaming hysterically, her eyes fixed on something down the stairs. He ran forward, assuming there was a stranger in his home. But then his eyes landed his son's prone form at the bottom of the stairs.

He screamed.

"TRISTAN!" He cried, rushing down and lifted him up. "No! No! NO!" He immediately ran to the door, grabbing his keys and sped off to the hospital. All the while, he forgot about his daughter as she sobbed in the house, at the top of the stairs. Her mind traumatized at the sight of bloodbloodbloodblood…

Tears streaked down his face, as he held his baby boy against him, sobbing and trying his hardest not to break down and fall to pieces.

"You're okay. You're alright. Everything's okay. You're alright, baby boy." He kept chanting, praying to God and all His Angels that his son would be alright and he had not just lost everything that mattered to him.

He arrived at the hospital, running with his son's body in his arms and yelled for help. He begged and pleaded for help, for anyone to help his baby boy.

"Please, someone! Help! Someone, please help my baby!" He screamed hysterically, startling nurses and doctors nearby with his screams and rushed forward when they saw a child.

His mind was in over-drive.

Tristan was hurt, and he couldn't anything.

The tears wouldn't stop.

His heart was pounding painfully in his chest and he couldn't see straight.

After a few hours of observations, Doctor's reassured Charlie that Tristan was alright. He had fallen unconscious after his fall, with mild bruising and no broken bones. He had a minor head injury that they would observe if there was any swelling. He would make a full recovery in a few days.

Tristan was very lucky.

It was the worst experience of Charlie Swan's life.

It was the most traumatic day of Isabella Swan's life.

It was a day that shook the town of Forks.

News spread about the incident of the Swan family. Everyone was shocked to hear that the sweet little boy of the Chief of Police was in hospital.

The Quileute Tribe was in shock. Billy Black had immediately gotten his son to take him to the hospital to comfort Charlie and see the little boy who had given him words of hope and care.

After everything had settled down and Charlie was of the frame of mind to think properly, he immediately went home. After listening to Bella's hysterics and her version of the story, Charlie rang Renee, explaining the incident.

Renee was panicked after hearing what happened and rushed to Forks.

Tristan had been asleep for six hours before waking up to see his father and mother in the hospital room. Internally, he was raging at Bella for pushing him down the stairs. He would have thrown a fit, if he were actually his physically age. But knew better than to cause a scene.

"Tristan, how are you feeling?" Charlie asked, his voice raspy from screaming and yelling.

He could see his condition had taken a toll on Charlie, and felt guilty for causing such panic.

"I'm okay." He replied, giving a small smile.

"Tristan, sweetie, I need you to tell us what happened." Renee spoke softly. Her son gave her a confused look, as if he didn't know who she was. It hurt more than it should for Renee. She hadn't seen Tristan for two years, and to see his limited memory of her was heart-breaking.

"I… I made breakfast as usual. And Bella…" He trailed off, a fearful look on his face as he looked to Charlie.

"What is it, son?" Charlie asked, tone soft and calm. He had to know what happened so that it never happened again.

"Bella… I asked that she let Dad sleep in a little. You worked so hard the other day that I wanted you to sleep. She wanted breakfast and was going to wake you up. I said to her that Dad needed sleep and to leave him. She started yelling at me…" Tristan started to cry, tears running down his face. "She pushed me! Why did she push me?!" He wailed, before throwing himself at Charlie, wanting his father to comfort him. Charlie held his son tightly, rocking him as he cooed and shushed him. He spared a look to Renee, eyes blazing with outrage at what was said.

Renee was of two minds of the situation. She had asked Bella what had happened, and she had explained that she wanted her Daddy to make breakfast for her, and when Tristan told her to make her own, she went to complain to Charlie. Renee couldn't get the whole situation out of Bella, but understood enough of it. And from what Tristan had told her, it was clear that Tristan was telling to truth, and Bella was lying somewhat.

It was clear that the twins were to be kept separated and not see each other. Tristan was scared and didn't want Bella near him anymore, while Bella was traumatized and wanted to say sorry for what happened. She wanted to be near Tristan to show that she was a good girl and would be a good twin.

"I don't want her here anymore." Charlie stated, pulling Renee out of her thoughts.

"What?" She questioned, shocked and somewhat hurt.

"I don't want Bella here anymore. She's hurt her brother, my son, and if she felt that pushing her twin down the stairs because was hungry was right or justified…" He growled, teeth gritted and a dark expression set on his face. Renee was quiet, knowing if she said anything now would make the conversation worse for all of them.

Renee couldn't argue that what Bella did was right, because truthfully it wasn't, by any means. She would admit that she had spoiled Bella a great deal, doing her best to give everything her daughter wanted and more. But to do something like this to her family, was not right to her. And for Renee, it made her feel like she had failed as a mother. The guilt crushed her as she looked at her son, seeing him crying for his Dad and not his mother.

It was too much for her.

"Alright." Renee agreed, feeling far too tired and resigned herself to the rotten behavior and tantrum's that were to come from her daughter. And truthfully, Renee reflected inwardly that she had no one but herself to blame.

All the while, Tristan was more than pleased with how everything turned out. While he had not thought Bella would push him to result in him being in hospital, his plan had worked all the same.

Bella would be gone. And it would be Charlie and Tristan for years of peace and quiet.

At least, that was the idea.

'What… the… Hell…?'

It happened on a weekend, when Tristan was spending the day in town with his dad. He had woken up later than usual and was hurrying around his room rushing to get ready. He had been changing when he stepped on one of his many dirty shirts on the floor. He tumbled forward, instinctively catching himself on the nearby table that caused his picture frame of his father and himself when he was two to fall. He had gasped and reached his arm out as if to catch it, and what happened next seemed to freeze and silence everything around him.

The frame had frozen mid-air.

Tristan stared, wide-eyed and gaping at the scene before. The frame was still frozen in time, and then, as Tristan blinked while the shock wore off somewhat, the frame began to slowly fall. As fast as he could, he leapt from his frozen position and caught the frame.

Fear.

That was the general reaction that Tristan should have been feeling at the moment. But he wasn't. He didn't feel scared or afraid of it all; only curious. He wanted to know what happened, how it happened and why?

'Seriously… what the fucking Hell?'

He didn't know how…

He didn't know why…

But seeing the floating pebble in front, watching it spin slowly against gravity and taunting reality, it was clear that he held a power that should not be possible.

He was aware that the world he lived in was filled with many creatures… monsters, and such. But this was something else entirely.

Because he was human.

'Why the fuck am I able to do this?'

First, he was reincarnated in to bastard of a fictional world. And while he was pleased to have found a father in Charlie, he had also lost his Kyle… And now, he had supernatural abilities.

'Seriously, what. The. Hell?!'

Rage and stressed welled up inside of him, and his powers responded to his pent-up emotions. Trees swayed, but there was no wind. Rocks rose from the ground, once again defying the laws of gravity. And the world brightened to the point that Tristan had to cover his eyes.

He was scared.

He didn't know what to do, or how to control it all. He was too confused and fearfully… and just freaking done with this supernatural shit!

"I just wanted to save Kyle… Why the Hell did this have to happen to me?" His words were not heard and knew they never will be.

He silently mourned for his old normal life.

Just another day…

It was just another day, where it was cold and the rain was a light mist.

Tristan Swan had woken up alone, as he read the note his father left him to say he had to go to work early that morning and that there was some leftover bacon for him. He smiled, feeling proud at what he had changed in his father. From what he had read from the original book, he had learned that Charlie was a workaholic and distant from Bella. He had made it known that while he did care for and love Bella as his daughter, he was distant and didn't question her as much as a parent would have.

Now, Charlie has changed and improved much from the canon, and Tristan was proud that he had changed him for the better. Now he was a father that would take care of his son in any way he could. He provided all he could for Tristan and made sure his son knew he was loved.

Charlie Swan had changed in many ways, especially after his parents' death. For a time, he had been depressed and grieved. He had been conflicted if letting his son stay with him had been the best choice, and Tristan, being as smart and intuitive as he was, made it clear that he was here to stay.

So, Charlie began to change, for his little boy and himself. He started learning to cook after Tristan taught him and slowly gained experience in making tasty dishes. He taught Tristan how to fish and hunt for a few years. And from there, the father and son grew closer and relied on one another.

Tristan couldn't have been happier, and Charlie couldn't have been prouder and content to be a father.

And now, as Tristan got ready for high school, he had to wonder what today would be like.

He had been content for the past seventeen years and had established himself in the town and on the Reservation. He had many friends, most on the Reservation and few in Forks High School.

The Reservation was his second home, among the Tribe and he was more than pleased to make a few notable friends, knowing he would need certain allies and friends in the years to come.

For whatever reason that Tristan had never noticed before, he was popular among the student body at Forks High School. Everyone knew him and was nice when they saw him. He waved and smiled at anyone that paid him attention, and it had earned him a good reputation among the students. He was a hard worker and studied hard for good grades, impressing and pleasing his teachers that there was at least one student that was focused and responsible enough to care about their education.

Tristan Swan was a good teenager and cared about his future.

He stopped when he heard a car horn from the front of his house. He shook his head in exasperation and gathered his prepared lunch from the kitchen counter, with his bag over his shoulder and left his home after locking the front door. He walked passed his own vehicle, his beautiful Kawasaki Ninja. While he wasn't much of a car fanatic or even knowledgeable in cars and their brands, he did like his motorcycles. It had been a dream of his in his first life, to learn and own his first motorbike. And so, he saved from when he was ten, and through his years, he saved his money. Charlie had asked him once why he was saving his money instead of spending it like all other kids his age, and his answer had made Charlie proud.

"I want to get my own bike, Daddy. I want to get a really nice bike and show the other boys that I can do it." He still remembers that smile his father had given him and how he hugged him and whispered words of praise.

His eyes caught sight of Eric Yorkie waving at him from his car. Tristan had to smile and shake his head a little at his friend's bright and happy attitude at such a time in the morning.

"Hey Trist, how's it going, my man?" Eric greeted him causally, smiling.

"Good. How are you, Eric?" From there it was pleasant conversation as Eric drives them to school.

Eric Yorkie has been friends with Tristan for four years. They had been in each other's class for a while and had formed a friendship over similar topics of education and it lead to more involvement from there. They had come to understand and enjoy each other's company.

"I still don't know why you won't drive that beautiful machinery in your drive-way." Eric muttered, still pouting when he heard that his friend had brought a brand-new motorbike with his hard-earned money over the years.

"Because I'm waiting for my license to come in the mail, as I have said for the twentieth time." Tristan explained for what felt like the hundredth time, rolling his eyes as he did so, yet again.

"So, I'm hearing a rumor around town." Eric changed the subject, tone light and far too suspicious for Tristan's liking.

"Oh? And what sort of seedy and 'other-worldly' gossip have the town's people managed to blow way out of proportion this time?" He replied just as light-hearted with underlining sarcasm.

"There's this new doctor coming to town, along with his family. They say he's a real good doctor. He could get work anywhere he wanted, be paid far better than what they're offering him here, and yet…" He trailed off, seeing the closed off, neutral expression on his friend's face.

"He's still coming." Tristan finished murmured, voice low and far too cold for Eric's liking.

"Tristan, everything okay?" He asked gently, trying his best not to make the conversation steer off in an entirely different direction than he wanted.

"What was the name of the Doctor?" Tristan asked casually, voice low and held a sense of… resignation in his tone.

Eric was worried now. For as long as he had known Tristan, he had never heard his friend say things with in such a way as that before. He knew well enough to know when his friend was upset or angry, but this wasn't one of those times.

"Cullen. They said his name was Doctor Carlisle Cullen."

Tristan didn't reply or give any indication that he heard Eric, merely turned his head to look out the window, into the rain and cold.

'So, it begins.'

So here it is… I know it might be a muddled in some places, but I really just wanted to finish it and post it so I can get to the Cullens arrival.

I just want to say thank you to all those that reviewed and are following this story. I'm still surprised at how many people like this story. It started as an idea and now… over 4,000 views. Wow… Thank you all so much!

I cannot wait for Christmas! I want to publish one of my other stories before Christmas, hopefully. It's new and I thought, "Why the Hell not?" Better to publish before my holidays.

Anyway, please keep reviewing and tell my what you think!

-lostfeather1