Hope you enjoy this chapter. It has the start of the Bella and Edward ship because I really can't have them fighting anymore but the good thing I have everything planned out I just need to write it down! Please, read Rehabilitation Clinic its another of my stories and has three chapters up. Thanks to all who reviewed last chapter!

In case you are kind of confused at the start. I didn't show what happened after the beeper rang but skipped to them coming home. Basically I'll be putting up what happened in Edward's perspective next chapter.

Last Time

"So, when did this happen and why wasn't I invited," She asked cocking a perfect eyebrow, pulling her glasses from the crook of her nose. Edward was about to answer when there was aloud beeping. He reached into his doctor coat and withdrew a sparkly pager. I coughed out a laugh and Angela look cautious.

"What is it,"

"Crap,"


Please, Don't Leave Me

KellmettRocksThatHat

BPOV

Edward was silent on the way home from the hospital; tears brewed in his eyes but never fell. His hands were clenched around the steering wheel, his bones protruding almost through the whitened knuckles; his eyes set firmly on the road.

"It wasn't your fault," I said softly. His lips twitched and for the first time in two hours I thought his velvet voice might fill my ears but it never did and he sighed. He took one hand off of the steering wheel and braked. Lights from the house illuminated his chiseled features, the anger and sadness he was wallowing in.

He made no move to undo his seatbelt or get out of the car. I wondered whether I should stay in the car with him but thought better of it. He probably just wanted his family. I gave him what I hoped to be a comforting smile.

Undoing my seat belt a hand shot out and latched onto my arm. I looked up suddenly alarmed. Green, emerald fields were desperate and ashamed, pleading. His lips parted slowly.

"Please, don't leave me," He begged, his voice so tender and raw, unguarded. I nodded slowly powerless to speak. He bobbed his head up and down and turned to look back out the window. I grabbed his hand and enlaced our fingers, hoping to comfort the grieving man. His hand was the perfect fit for mine, swallowing it up. I ignored the electric currents jolting through me and fell back against my seat.

The rain battered down on the roof and the wind howled outside. He held onto my hand so tight that it went numb but I didn't really care. His eyes closed shortly, a stray tear rolling down his face, leaving a salty, silvery trail down his cheek and a whimper escaped from his lips.

I stayed with him for an hour and eventually he fell unconscious, the pitter-patter of the rain lulling him to sleep. Even in his sleep he looked so burdened with heartbreaking distress.

The driver's seat opened slowly and Emmett's wet head popped in, his brown eyes falling to Edward's face. A sad smile appeared on Emmett's face as he saw my hand entwined with Edward's.

"You okay?" I nodded mutely, not wanting to wake the sleeping man beside me. He quickly undid his seatbelt and gathered him in his arms he was about to pull him out into the treacherous night when I jerked forward with him.

"Ow," I moaned, and noted Edward had not let our connection falter even in his sleep. Though unintentional a bitter thought sprung to mind. We would always be connected, my first husband. I shook my head, clearing the thought even if I was in this situation because of him I couldn't bring myself to hate him, especially now.

"Crap," He leaned forward, letting Edward slip back into the chair once more and tried to unknot our hands but came to no avail. He sighed and disappeared for a moment. He reemerged a minute later, Jasper standing there grudgingly.

"Okay, can you climb out while I carry Edward out, like, walk with me?" Emmett asked with a risen eyebrow.

"Sure," I murmured and felt the sudden tug on my arm. I got to my feet and maneuvered myself into the drivers seat and out into the rain getting quickly saturated as I walked at Edward's side.

Jasper hopped into the car and started it up, pulling it around the corner and out of my sight. The hallway of the Cullen's was blistering hot and I realized it wasn't that it was that warm only that I was trembling with the cold.

We walked into the stairs and walked into Edward's bedroom. He laid him flat on his back on the unmade bed. His wet hair clung to his forehead and his clothes stuck to his muscled body.

"I'll go get Carlisle, he should be able to get our hands separated," He said quietly and went out of the room. I rolled my eyes and sat on the double bed, by Edward's head. He turned into face me, bending back my arm into an uncomfortable position and I groaned.

"Please let go," I whispered but there was double meaning behind my words. I wanted to out of the hand lock and out of here. On a plane flying back to California but even as I thought that I wondered was it really true. How could I ever face Jake?

Carlisle appeared in the doorway, a sympathetic look drawn across his face as he gazed down at our hands. He paced forward and brushed Edward's hair out of his eyes.

"Edward and Sherman were good friends since Seattle. Its such a shame," He seemed to be talking more to himself than me and smiled sadly. He grabbed Edward's hand and slowly replaced mine with his and finally I was free. It felt strange.

"I think I'm going to wait here tonight," He said, giving me a grateful smile and turning down to face his son whose lip had started to quiver. I nodded and thanked him before sprinting for the doorway, stumbling in my haste. I went straight to the guest room and shutting the door behind me softly.

I felt horrible. Why do you keep thinking about how perfect his hand felt in your? The voice snickered in my head.

I threw myself down on the bed and grabbed my phone from the pocket of my jeans. I dialed the same number as the night previous and a very rowdy voice boomed down the phone at me.

"Hello?" Of course he didn't know it was me even conscious he never checked his caller ID.

"Jake, it's me,"

"Have you gotten the divorce," The question was void of any emotion I could identify with.

"It's not as simple as t...," He had hung up on me again. I sighed, throwing my phone to the floor. I cursed the hand that stung with numb pleasure and threw my head against the pillow and squeezed my eyes shut, not long after the darkness stole me from consciousness and I welcomed the thief with open arms.

I jolted awake, sitting up quickly and looking around the room. I sighed, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed slowly. I rooting in my suitcases and pulled out a pink cardigan and sweatpants. I tied my hair up without brushing it and only washed my face and teeth before heading down the stairs.

There was quiet murmurs and clattering downstairs and I headed into the kitchen. Esme and Jasper was sitting down at the table, papers sprawled in front of them as they sipped on expensive looking cups.

"Morning," I croaked, my voice thick with sleep. They looked up simultaneously and smiled. Esme gave Jasper a meaningful look and he rolled his eyes. He quickly rose from his seat and pulled out my chair. A blush rose to my cheeks and I quickly fell into the chair as he pushed me in.

"Coffee?" He asked politely. I nodded and he gave me a slight bow. My face reddened. He laughed, turning and collecting a cup from the cupboard and hastily made the satisfying coffee.

"How did you sleep, Bella?" Esme asked, folding back the paper and laying it in front of her as I sipped on my coffee. I hissed under my breath as the boiling liquid burnt my tongue. Typical.

"Okay, I guess. How's Edward?" Her smile that lit her face darkened and her eyes hardened the smallest bit. Jasper slurped down the last of his coffee suddenly and excused himself. Why were they so mannerly?

"He's in the living room. Thanks for waiting with him last night. I can't tell you how much that meant," I shrugged and smiled. Maybe he would give me my divorce if he was so broken up about his friend. After I realized what I had just thought about it I felt shocked with myself.

"Well, if you don't mind I have a small bit of gardening to do. If you need me just call or just ask Alice," She added teasingly and got out of her seat. I smiled back at her, her ease as she kept the friendly chat going with me had my puzzled.

I sat in the kitchen for a few more minutes, just thinking. Less than a week ago I was home in my own kitchen, fretting about my wedding and now I was in a house full of complete strangers that I was legally bound to. A family I wanted to be emancipated from. But it was already too easy to like them.

A figure drew close from the corner of my eye and I turned my head to see who it was. My nose skimmed off of bare skin, a stomach that was hard as a rock. Toned and muscular. I almost moaned, damn it.

Edward pulled back and laughed. His face was bright and cheery but his eyes were too painful to even look at. He had the paper in one hand that was in the center of the table and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks. Without permission a laugh spurted from my lips.

"Good morning," He chuckled, pulling out the chair beside me and sitting down. The hand that held his last night yearned to reach and hold his hand again. I unexpectedly felt conscious of the clothes I wore while he looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to bring it last night up. Better not, let him deal whatever way.

"Hello," I said slowly. I ran my finger around the rim of the cup. Edward fidgeted nervously in his seat and his fingers drummed into the island.

"Your stalling," I muttered, not bothering to look up. The drums stopped and he sighed, running a hand through his messy hair.

"How did you know I was stalling when I didn't," I couldn't help but laugh. I picked my head up and smiled. His face was hesitant but a coy look played across it , his lips pulled up crookedly.

"I'm not sure. I'm usually a terrible reader," I said honestly. He rose an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair, his back arching and his bare sculpted chest sticking out.

"Apparently not as bad as you thought. Me, on the other hand am quiet a competent reader,"

"Oh, and what do the words written across my face say about me?" I asked sarcastically, crossing my hands over my chest and leaning forward into him absent mindly. He shook his head disappointed.

"Actually, you are quite the closed book, Ms Swan," He breathed, the mint breath tickled me and I sighed. I would soon have to break of this..conversing with him. But it was so easy. Too easy.

"But on a guess? I'd say you hate me for keeping you from this fiancé that I hear you calling during the night,"

"You have no right to listen into my conversations with Jacob," I snapped, coming to the end of my tether abruptly. He gave a sort of contorted smile. Jacobs name burnt my lips after it rolled off of them and I sucked in a deep breath.

"Sorry," He whispered sincerely and I shrugged. There wasn't much of it to listen to anyways.

"S'Okay. And your wrong," His head cocked to the side and a pucker appeared between his brows. His skin was so pale and flawless even after last night when he lost his friend. I vaguely remembered when Jacobs granny got sick a year ago. Jacob barricaded himself in the bathroom for two weeks and told me we were over. I tried to bargain with him but he just got angry. So, I gave him his space.

"I don't hate you for keeping me here or the fact we're married I just don't understand why you want me to stay. Don't you want to move on after that mistake and get on with your life. I mean I have to get married still and the longer I'm here the sketcher mine and Jake's relationship will be,"

"I don't believe in mistakes, Bella," My name rolled of his tongue like a different language. So much more erotic and sexy; sensual, rather than the plain dull name it actually was. The way it sounded on everyone else's tongue.

"Just faith and hope; destiny. Call me corny and cliched. I mean with everything in my life. I have to," He said sadly and a spasm of pain crossed his face so fast I almost missed it. He pushed his chair back and swiftly got to his feet and walked out the door and sprinted up the stairs. His speech had me taken aback by the conviction of it. My brows creased and I exhaled loudly.

I got up after him, my hand now so alive with desire it was agonizing to think about. I walked into the living room, a fire burned brightly in the corner of the room, the tongues of fire licking their way up the blackened chimney.

Other than the cackling and spitting of the fire the room was quiet, the subdued shuffling of paper and the constant quiet crack as the pen was dragged in a straight line with a flick at the end, the pen burrowing into the paper, the ink spurting out through the straw and the paper soaking it up.

Jasper was absorbed in his work in front of me. Emmett was going through a file and only looked up to say good morning and engulf in polite but short conversation as he was behind on a case.

I sat down in the chair opposite Jasper who was correcting papers. Alice and Rosalie walked through the door and smiled.

"Bella. How do you feel about shopping?" Her words caught me off guard and were totally unexpected. Unlike most I found shopping insufferable and usually was dragged or pushed out of the door to do the essential clothes shopping. But they weren't really asking me whether I liked shopping but when could they bring me to something that they found pleasant but still interrogate me and gossip.

Their faces were expectant but Rosalie's was more conflicted. Her eyes connected with mine and a sliver of suspicion swam around on her face. Perspiration gathered on my top lip and I cursed under my breath. You want to go.

"Sure," I stuttered out. That wasn't the question. "I mean, its okay," Alice jumped up and clapped her hand. Jasper looked up and his face softened as he saw Alice, a ghost of a smile touched his face as he went to work.

"Great, its a date. You, Rose and me tomorrow about ten. Have you ever been to Seattle, Bella,"

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"Edward? What's going on?" She cried, she was confused but I was late already just bringing her in here but I wouldn't let her wander around the hospital. I didn't want her see the things she would have seen if I wasn't taking only half my cases today. I gave her a helpless look and opened the door to the gallery.

"Trust me,"