*Twilight isn't mine...there I said it. Or bratz or barbies*

Chapter 10

Six hours before...

"Why?" Bella pleaded, eyes watering with tears. Not real tears, just vampire venom that was oozing out of her "tear hole". Edward stroked her face and wiped the toxic tears away.

Rosalie's face was hard, like stone. She pursed her lips, unhappy with Bella's question. "You know why."

Edward's baleful returning glare was evil. He made a low growling noise when he spoke. "Where is it?"

Rosalie's thoughts jumped to random places; Seattle, San Diego, New York, the bathroom, and the moon. She kept a Jay-z song stuck in her head, but only to annoy Edward. He detested rap.

Before Rosalie could even tense, Edward grabbed her by the neck and pressed her against the wall. Her blonde hair dangled in front of her face.

"I said where the hell is Bella's finger?" he repeated.

"Daddy?" Renesmee muttered, standing stunned in the doorway. "Why are you hurting Auntie Rosa?"

Edward didn't expect to be caught. He glanced over at his daughter, speechless. In his moment of shock, Rosalie dashed out the house, with Bella's finger in her pocket, jabbing her in the thigh.

"I feel strange, having a bunch of vampires in my house, Jake. I'm not sure about this."

Jacob rolled his eyes. "The blonde is on our side. And Nessie's just a kid."

Just. The first official time Jacob mentioned Renesmee without gushing over how wonderful she was. Maybe it is broken, Leah thought. The idea was some how appealing.

"How do you know that they're not just trying to snag Isabitch's arm back?" Leah asked.

"Because they brought a peace offering." Jacob held open his hand, to reveal a slender object, squirming like a worm. Only it was pale, with a wedding band on it. The bitter coldness stung his palm.

"Is that...?" Leah gasped. Of course it was.

"They were kicked out of the Cullen estate. They kind of kidnapped Renesmee, because she wanted to check on you." The finger clawed at his skin.

"Let them in." Leah blanched. She was never one for gore.

Jacob turned the handle, which was mini in his huge hands. Rosalie and her "niece" stood in the doorway, hand in hand. Renesmee's little doll was tucked in her rain coat pocket and was halfway sticking out. Leah couldn't tell whether it was a brat or a barbie, or some other brand name. It's black hair was getting tangled from the ever present rain.

"Hey, Fido. Your pup's not dead," Rosalie smirked, overtly proud of herself for figuring it out by herself.

"What?" Jacob and Leah shouted in union.

They stepped inside Leah's place, and Renesmee ran to Leah's side and gave her a rushed hug. Leah, patted her copper hair and gave her sort of a side hug. She never hated Renesmee, just her stupid parents.

"Alice had a vision on the day Leah found out she was prego, of Renesmee. It was May 22nd, in her vision. And considering that Jacob's dog-ness used to eclipse all of Nessie's future thanks to the dumb mutt-"

"Just cut to the chase," Jacob muttered.

Rosalie ignored him. "Imprinting on her. So we all figured that's Shemutt's birthday. And if she was dead, why would Alice still be able to see Nessie's future for the most part from that exact date?"

Leah's heart skipped a beat. "But I didn't feel anything..."

"She's healing," Jacob explained. "That explains not feeling any kicks."

"Bingo was his name-o." Rosalie flipped her hair, feeling slick.

"But no one heard her mental voice?"

Smirking, Rosalie pointed to Nessie, who was combing her doll's filthy hair. "That's why we have Nessie. She can break down mental blockss. Bella's been hiding a lot lately."

Leah thought for a long time before talking. "Bella was trying to...keep me in the dark about my child's existance?"

"Yep. She did."

"Why?" Jacob asked, hurt. Whenever Bella did something to hurt their child, it hurt him as well. He had thought that they were best friends...and that Bella was innocent...and above lies and rubbing shoulders...about her best friends kid. It was just petty.

"I don't know. Mabye she just hates Fifi over here."

"Break the shield," Leah breathed.

Rosalie's eyes rolled at Leah's emotion. She could see the color draining out of Leah's checks, and heard her heart rate increase. Her hands shook, with the odd combo of furry and joy.

"Nessie?"

The girl's head popped up. "Yes Auntie Rosie?"

"Can you break your mommy's shield?"

She nodded. "Just like you broke mommy's finger so we could play keep away!"

Leah raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Rosalie glared at her, as if to say, what other choice did I have?

Renesmee focused hard on the invisible wall that shut Leah off from Bonnie's world. After a few mental hits, it broke like pebbles being thrown at glass. It took a couple more seconds for Nessie to clear away the fragments, like broken pieces of glass, they needed to be swept away before someone got cut.

"All clear, Lee!" Nessie giggled.

"Should I try...?" Leah asked, glancing at Jacob. She was afraid to get her hopes up too high, only to find out Rosalie was making some cruel joke.

He nodded, and squeezed her hand. She squeezed back, but not as a sign of affection. It was a sign of union. They were a team, whether she liked it or not. And they both had something in common.

Bonnie? Please. Bonnie! Bon-Bon? Leah took a deep breath. No mental sound came.

"She could be sleeping," Jacob assured. "try again."

Praying to God, she closed her eyes and focused. Bonnie?

A small, tiny weak voice answered her. It sounded like the voice of a weary child, one who needed a nap. Mommy?

Leah threw her arms around Jacob, tears of joy dripping from her lashes.