A/N I DO NOT OWN ANY RECOGNIZABLE TWILIGHT CHARACTERS OR STORY LINES AND I DID NOT COME UP WITH PETER'S KNOW STUFF "GIFT" BROOKHAVEN IS A REHABILITATION RETREAT OWNED BY JACQUELINE DAWES AND ANY REFERENCES TO THE BROOKHAVEN PROGRAM ARE THEIRS NOT MINE. I WANTED TO TAKE THESE VERY RAW AND FROM MY PERSPECTIVE UNDERDEVELOPED INSECURE CHARACTERS AND TAKE THEM THROUGH THE JOURNEY OF COMING INTO THEIR OWN, I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

JPOV

Sitting here in the waiting room of Dr. Higginbotham I am trying really hard not to say to hell with it and Peter and just take off. Am I actually meant to sit through this bogus therapy session… I swear if this is Peter's idea of a joke I will dismember him and play my own joke of find your left nut. I try to put my hide Peter's favorite body parts across the globe plan on hold and think about what I will actually say if I find myself actually having to go through with this appointment while taking in my surroundings. It is a professional setting with lux design choices, rich mahogany desk and cabinets surround the young receptionist. Dark blue floral printed fabric wallpaper, soft lighting, leather ottoman anchoring the plush blue/grey couch and two arm chairs that make up the sitting area. I notice a lack of the usual waiting area magazines, there is a small wet bar in the far right corner next to the door I assume the therapist will soon appear out of. It is stocked with refreshments; water still and sparkling and something called aloe water? I really don't understand humans. There are a selection of individually wrapped healthy snack options and fresh berries.

As far as I can tell the only way in or out of these offices is the door to the suite unless I actually get desperate enough to exit via one of the many large window and scaling the building with superhuman speed disappearing into the night, which while the sun is not out is not dark enough to be considered night or conceal my white flash that will occur if I use my vampire speed right now. It looks like the best option I have is to sit through whatever is about to happen. I know it might sound weird but even though I am an empath and deal with other people's emotions all the time I never sit down and talk about them or mine and I really have no desire to, the only upside of my gift is the control it can give me depending on a situation I've never really been interested in dissecting the workings of anothers' psyche unless it was to obtain a strategic military advantage or find a point of attack/entry.

I hear heels coming closer to the door as it opens I am hit with the scent of freesias and strawberries that has my mouth quickly filling with venom faster then I can swallow it down and I don't have to look up to know who is standing at the door… yep I am definitely going to be playing hide Peter's favorite body parts across the globe later.

"Mr. Whitlock?" she calls, oh fuck me do you mean to tell me she's the therapist!

"Mr. Whitlock?" She tries again, okay deep breath no! on second thought no more breathing okay come on can't avoid this forever. I slowly lift my head taking her in from her high heeled shoes, wait Bella's voluntarily wearing high heels? I next scan her peaches and cream firm calves that i want to sink my teeth into swallow swallow swallow God help me. Her blue pencil skirt starts just above her knees and hugs the curve of her hips… okay now I am having a different although equally challenging problem a lot further south than the venom pooling repeatedly in my mouth. The fabric above her waist is looser so it is harder to tell but I have every confidence her tummy is flat perhaps with a slight line that travels form her belly button up to the valley between her breas-

I hear an intake of breath and I know she has realized who I am so I quickly meet her eyes and take in the whole glorious picture of Bella Swan the woman and I know irrevocably, I AM IN TROUBLE.