I own 12 hoodies but not twilight.
Emmett POV
I woke up coughing with black smoke surrounding me. I can barely hear Paul shouting over the ringing in my ears and it takes me a moment to realize where I am and what is happening.
"Can anyone hear me!" Paul shouts.
"Yeah." I cough out after finding the switch to speak on my headset.
"Blessed Rebirth," he exclaims. "What do you see? How are the others?"
I look around squinting, the smoke is making my eyes water. Bella is unconscious lying across my lap, jostling around with the erratic movement of the disabled transport. Blood is dripping down her neck from a wound in her hair. Emily is moaning and starting to open her eyes, holding her shoulder and grimacing. Quil who was not buckled is on the floor pushing himself up to his knees with his arms.
"Emily's shoulder is hurt, Quil is getting up and Bella is unconscious and there is blood coming from her hair."
"Is she breathing?" He asks and I check.
"Yes."
"Quil?" Paul asks.
"Hold on he is getting his headset back on." I say to him and Quil hears me finish telling Paul this. I hold Bella as still as I can, but the transport is rocking and spinning. It's making me dizzy and sick to my stomach, my muscles are starting to ache.
"What happened?" Quil asks.
"I don't know, but I have one engine and no communications to Sam." Paul says grunting, I can see a small view of his body from the gap between his and Jared's seats. His arm is taught holding the cyclic firmly and using his other hand to turn dials and switches above his head. I'm seated behind Jared and can't see him at all.
"Give me a minute." Quil says, grabbing handles above our heads to move around the craft to a control panel and starts working.
"Paul, how is Jared?" I ask.
"I don't know, I can't check and we are losing altitude, I can't get control." He says strained.
"Okay Paul, Com's are a go." Quil says slamming the door shut on the panel, he takes a look at the other gauges and things before coming over to us. I can no longer hear Paul in the headset, but I can hear his shouts to Sam.
"Prince Emmett, are you alright?" He asks me looking over me quickly.
"Yes, Bella is bleeding though." I look down to her lifeless body flopping around with the gyration of the transport. Emily has her one arm in her lap, not moving her should and struggling to get her headset back on. Quil helps her before looking down to Bella.
"Shit that hurts, what happened." She curses to us, looking down to Bella too. "Is she okay?"
"Head wound." Quil tells her "Are you okay?"
"Dislocated shoulder I think. What about Paul and Jared?" She asks.
"Paul is trying to gain control, let me check on Jared. Hold her neck still Emmett." He says to me, all propriety lost at the point, which doesn't bother me at all.
Alarms are going off as I look towards the window and see the horizon, and then it disappears below us again. The trees come back into view and we are spinning and bobbing in the air. The view makes me queasy so I look back to Bella and try to hold her still.
"Hold on guys, this is going to be a rough landing, head between your knees. Get buckled Quil, now!" Paul says to us the trees getting closer. I can hear the engines being pushed to their fullest power and the transport jets forward before the other engine catches fire and we fall hard to the ground, miraculously landing on the transports feet.
Paul is the first to get out of the cockpit cursing the entire time and works tediously to get Jared freed. Quil nods down at Bella silently asking if I can get her out, in which I nod back. I pick her up slowly without moving her too much and jump down from the craft to the grassy floor below. Emily limps out, holding her arm close to her body, grimacing.
With Jared and Bella on the ground lying next to each other a good ways from the craft, Quil and Paul begin pulling equipment from the transport. The fire from the engine is rapidly spreading towards the main compartment so they work quickly until all of the items are off the ship. Quil tosses a gun to Paul and he slips the strap around his shoulder and continues to work.
"Call your dad." Quil tosses me a large communicator with a rigid antenna and I press in the code for him.
"Carlisle." He answers scruffily, obviously waking him up in the late hour.
"Dad, we crashed…" I started saying before there was a large explosion, the fuel tanks finally catching fire. I drop the com and cover Bella as best as I can. I can feel the heat on my back, the hair on my neck singes and the smell of fuel and smoke is heavy in the air. I begin coughing again so I press myself as low to the ground as I can to allow time for the smoke to rise. After a few moments the roar of the fire lowers enough to hear again.
"Emmett, are you there?" I can hear my dad shouts from where the com lays on the ground. I reach down and hold it to my ear, still covering Bella's unresponsive body in case more explosions happen.
"Yeah I'm here." I cough out.
"What happened?"
"Shit I don't know, there was an explosion and then we crashed. Paul was able to get us down in one piece." Quil motions for me to hand him the com, and I do.
"Sire, we lost an engine in an explosion and went down… Bella and Jared are unconscious but both breathing, Bella has a head wound… Yes sire I can see him circling above… Yes sire here he is." And he hands the phone back to me as I look up to see Sam's transport hovering above us with bright lights shining down.
"Dad."
"Emmett, Quil is getting you the med kit, you need to use the patching to press on Bella's wound and then wrap it up tight." Quil hands me the large bag and digs through it and hands me some patching before leaving me.
"Okay done."
"Pull out the drug pack, grab a red vial and put it into the dose manager, it looks like a gun. Turn it to 7 and shot it into her thigh."
"What's that do?" I ask while following his instructions carefully.
"It's the combat combination drug. It has a bunch of medications that can help her."
"Okay done."
"Good Job, do the same thing for Jared, dose him at an 11. And wait for transport, the fleet is on their way to you. Hold tight." The soft disconnection tone sounds and I continue to work on the two unconscious people.
Emily crawls over and takes the medicine thingy from me and pulls out the red vial with her teeth and unsteadily replaces it with a blue one before jamming it into her leg.
"Shit" she yells out, no one caring one bit about her language.
Paul is standing over us, brandishing a large weapon while Quil is still running around gathering scattered equipment and talking into a communicator I'm assuming to Sam but I'm not sure as I can't hear him over the roar of the fire. He yells out to Paul and then tosses him something; Paul's gun falls to his side attached with the strap around his shoulder and back.
After he looks over the object in his hands Paul gets a furious look on his face, feral.
"What is it Paul?" I ask loudly.
"It's a detonation cap, someone blew up my ship." He grits his teeth, and I sit up straighter and begin to look around us. Who were they trying to kill? Bella, me or the crew? I know this squad has been on some very tricky missions and came out unscathed and victors in all of them. They worked amazingly well together, and had been appraised several times by The Forum.
A loud thud sounds behind me and Quil runs over to find a bag dropped from above. I look up and see that 3 more ships are over head.
"They're going to powder. Put this on Emmett, give one to Bella too." I don't have time to ask what he means before he shoves two full face masks into my hands. I put mine on first and feel the suction on my face when I take a breath, oxygen starts flowing and I do the same to Bella. I feel relief when I see her mask tighten down and I know she is still breathing.
Paul and Quil have put on their masks and also one on Jared before spreading a heavy black material over us. They get it spread out without too much difficulty and start releasing valves and the edges of the blanket fill with liquid and get heavy, sealing us to the ground. The light cuts outs and Quil says that we are ready into his communicator.
Loud bangs can be heard around us and occasionally I can feel a compression wave against my back. But the roar of the fire dies down until I can hear is my own breathing and the distance thwap thwap of the transports above us.
"Almost over Emmett. They will have us out in no time." Paul says next to me.
And they get us quick just like he said. First we heard them sliding down on ropes and attach clips to all the equipment that they had pulled from the wreck. Then our blanket was ripped open and I didn't have time to figure out what was going on as they quickly strapped my legs and arms into a harness before I was whirling through the air and being dragged up through the floor of a larger transport than the last. Looking down at the wreck I can see the whole scene is covered in a white powder, the ship no longer on fire.
Emily and Jared were lifted to the transport beside the one I was in. Quil had Bella strapped to his chest, her arms and legs limp, her neck and back strapped to a board with quick formed foam pillows holding her still. Paul came up last, his gun still at the ready the entire way up until he was on his feet and the floor door was closed.
Paul promptly gripped forearms with the man that was using the cable to lift us up before grabbing me by the shoulder and shoving me roughly into a seat and strapping me in.
"You good Emmett?" I just stared into his eyes unable to form a response, the crash weighing heavy on my mind. "Emmett?" he shouted louder, his head tilts to the side and his brow scrunches together. His arm swings back and he slaps me hard in the face.
"What in blessed rebirth are you doing?" I yell at him.
"You good now?" He asks firmly.
"Yeah, I'm good. Thanks" I reply sheepishly after a few moments, embarrassed at the loss of my composure.
Quil is laughing loudly, strapped into a seat, Bella still attached to his chest. Paul gave him a questioning look.
"You just slapped a Prince." He guffawed.
Paul stands up a little straighter and with the goofiest grin on his face says "Yes I did." I can't help but laugh along with them. Paul gets into the seat opposite of me and buckles in, the transport left the scene immediately. In no time we are flying through the capital into the military section of the city.
We land with a medical crew including Dr. Gerandy waiting for us. Bella is taken off first and I can see another crew taking care of Jared and Emily. Everyone leaves the transport and only Paul, Quil and I are left.
I got up to un-strap but Paul and Quil signal me to stay here.
"We don't have our orders yet. They may want to move you out of here, just stay put." Paul says to me and all is silent. No engines running, no fire roaring, no wind whistling.
"I need to go to the Magnet House after this." Quil says agitated.
"Yeah, me too." Paul agrees.
"Tell me about the Magnet House?" I ask.
"Ah the Prince is kept away from those surly things, what do you want to know?" Paul says smirking.
"You guys just go there and have sex with random people?" I say incredulously.
"Yes." Both men respond.
"So you just walk in and grab the first woman you see and screw her?" I say doubtingly.
"Ha ha, no. It's a called the Magnet House for a reason. There is attraction involved, both parties are willing. It's not trashy like you are imaging in your head. It's not classy either, but it's a place to go to get your endorphins pumping."
"No strings attached sex?"
"Yes." Both men say again.
"I couldn't do it."
"Of course you couldn't, you've had it ingrained in your mind that you're a royal and royals marry for life and will only ever have one spouse. We didn't have that. We grew up in a group were casual sex was not only allowed but encouraged in the right setting. It controls jealousy within the masses. Something I'm sure you will have when you finally get matched. Someone is going to look at your wife the wrong way and you will see red. You should find an outlet before it even starts." Quil says.
"I could spare with you." Paul says. "That is if I'm around the capital, which I'm hoping I will be now."
"Paul wants to be stuck in the capital?" Quil asks dumbly. "Who are you and what have you done with Paul?" he exclaims the cliché.
"Bella grew on me. I wouldn't mind sticking around if I got to be her security."
A growl in my chest rumbles lowly and Paul snaps his head to me and begins to explain quickly. "Nothing like that Prince Emmett." He uses my proper title letting me know he is serious. "I do not see her that way. I know she doesn't think she will be Prime, but I know for a fact that she will be. She will be our next Queen, your brother's wife and your sister-in-law and it would be an honor to protect her. She is kind, brave, and has so much compassion that I know she will be great for our society." He says honestly.
I bow my head to him, unable to form a verbal response. Everything he said I truly believe as well. I just hope she comes out of her submissive shell soon, or my dear brother will have an interesting time courting her.
An awkward silence has engulfed the transport.
"I'll spar with you." I say to Paul. "So tell me about the medical stuff at the Magnet House." I say to them big-eyed, a grin on my face snapping the weird emotions out of the air instantly.
"Well if you find a girl to agree, you both have a rapid medical, she is given an injection and then you have sex." Quil says nonchalantly.
"An injection of what?"
"Pregnancy prevention, we don't want any bastards like old times." Paul says and I nod.
"How do you know if you will like who you choose? I mean everyone can't be compatible like that can they?"
"Tell him about the flavors Paul." Quil directs him.
"When you first go in, you have to list your flavors in the registry. So when you're visually attracted to someone you can look them up and see if their flavors match close enough to yours. Then after the medical, when you are in one of the rooms, it will display your shared flavors so no one goes over any boundaries."
"Flavors? What does that mean, like what you prefer they look like?"
"No, your kinks- what you like to do."
"Kinks? Explain." I say completely dumbfounded, this sure wasn't in any of my studies, of course it wouldn't be. I have just sheer knowledge of the magnet houses and other casual sex.
"Some girls like anal, guys too. Or some require oral stimulation first, or like to use toys, stuff like that." He says coolly.
"Anal?" I gasp, "I thought that was just a joke." I say disgusted, but internally the idea excites me.
"Don't knock it until you try it, it's a non-judgmental zone. We don't care what anyone else does as long as they don't cross the boundaries." Paul says seriously.
"Okay I get that… still couldn't do the casual thing. I am ready for my turn at commission so I can move on with my life." I say truthfully. Being the oldest of my siblings by four years I had to wait for Edward to come of age before we would know the order of succession. So basically my life was on hold for four years. The Forum has kept me occupied with general studies on Society of course. But they wouldn't declare me a field until Edward had been tested. And even after they wouldn't tell me as I was appointed Delegate to commission.
Delegate, I was completely surprised by that appointment. I'm not entirely sure what guidance I could give my little brother. I've never gone through commission before, and I certainly don't have any wisdom to give him about it. But I suppose that as my father is the only male heir of his siblings, they didn't want one of our aunts to proceed over him. He might not be comfortable asking more delicate questions. I know I wouldn't want to ask my aunts about sex. Not sure Edward would be comfortable asking me those questions either, I always teased him relentlessly when we were younger… okay so not much younger, like a month ago.
They both smile at my sappy looking face when the man that winched us up is walking towards us. He is a tall scruffy dark haired man with longer hair and a no bullshit way about him. Paul gets up excitedly and grasps forearms with him again, a sign of respect between soldiers.
"Garrett thanks for coming and saving our butts." Paul says cheerfully.
"Not a problem." He looks around Paul to me and bows his head to me as I do to him. "Prince Emmett, I am glad to see you safe."
"Thank you."
"Garrett this is Quil, my flight manager and a brilliant one at that, found the detonation cap before the damn ship blew."
"How is everyone?" I ask interrupting whatever Garrett was going to say next.
"Jared has a concussion and his spleen ruptured, but they are already fixing that. Emily's shoulder is back in and has taken over watching over Bella like a hawk. Bella is still unconscious, she has a slight skull fracture and a concussion, but she was starting to come around when I left." He says clearly.
"You are being requested inside. The King and Queen are here to check on you." He says pointing to me directly.
"We stay with you Prince Emmett." Paul says to me and Quil gestures me to walk ahead of him.
Sometimes I hate the formality in situations like these. Many members of this squad are considered my close friends, but traditions require them to treat me different. I really enjoy the moments when I can just talk to them like we just did before Garrett showed up.
I think this is what I am supposed to give to my younger brother during his commission; a comfortable environment to learn, with no ribbing or fear of judgment. I need the pick the boys minds about all things normal before Edward asks me a question so I'm not left standing there looking like a moron.
I'm led inside the military compound and I don't get a chance to look around before I am grasped tightly by my mother. The tiny wisp of a woman can sure hug tightly, even though her arms do not reach fully around my muscular torso.
"I'm alright mom." I say to her holding her tight against me.
"You stink like smoke." She says muffled by my shirt.
"Yup, hi dad."
"You okay?" He asks looking me over.
"Yeah I'm good, it was an interesting flight. The turbulence was outrageous. I think I need to find a new pilot." I mock looking towards Paul, who snorts and keeps walking deeper in to the facility.
"I'm glad you still have your humor son. Did you lose consciousness?"
"Yeah for just a moment, it was a hard blast. Ringing in my ears is gone now too."
"Good good, let's get down to the briefing room."
Not long after we had sat down and were waiting for a few members from The Forum to show up we heard yelling from outside the door.
"You can't go in there." I heard a woman shout.
"Watch me."
"Uh oh." I said recognizing my brother's voice. My father stands up and my little brother smashes into the room.
"Edward how did you get here?" Dad asks.
"I heard chatter on the communicator in the palace. What's going on here?"
"My transport blew up." I say simply, motioning him to sit down. My father gives me a questioning look and I pointedly look down to his chair and he gets the message and sits back down and waits for me to speak.
"Are you okay?" Edward asks breathlessly, trying to believe what I just said.
"Yes."
"Why were you on a transport this late?" He challenges me.
"What were you doing listening to communicators this late?" I confront him back.
"I've got no studies I'm bored all the damn time just sitting around waiting for commission to start." He says easily.
"Edward!" My mother chastises him for his foul language.
"Sorry mom."
"Want the truth?" I ask him leaning forward resting my elbows on the table in front of me, looking at Edward directly.
"Emmett..." My father starts to stop me, but I hold my hand up to him.
"Yes, of course." He responds to me, eyeing my father carefully.
"Commission is set, candidates have been chosen. One of the candidates was being moved in secret tonight to a new location when a device was detonated on the ship."
"So the threat is real?"
"Yes."
"Is she okay?" he asks sincerely.
"Yes." I say simply. My father is looking between us; we are speaking calmly and low, quick and to the point. He waits patiently as my brother stews over the information I've given him.
"I really want to ask a bunch of questions about their protection, but I know that you have already done everything you can. I trust you brother, but if they are in danger why are we even doing this? I can wait to get a wife."
"Society needs their Prime much more than you need your wife Edward. There are strict guidelines to keep Society in check, and we must follow them." My mother says warmly to him.
He sits back in his chair, silent again while he thinks about what my mother has said.
"She is here?" He asks and I nod. I look to my father and see him holding his breath to see what Edward will do next. "I shouldn't be here." He says before abruptly leaving the room without a parting word.
My father lets out a breath and my mother just smiles.
"We dodged a bullet, I was worried that he would go roaming around trying to find her." My mother says.
"He doesn't even know who she is" I said. "He just needs enough information to understand what is going on. He made the right decision like I knew he would."
"Not how I would have handled it, but I am proud of you Emmett, that was brilliant." My king father says to me.
We go back to waiting for The Forum advisors to arrive for the briefing. My mother is smiling, my father is smiling at her, and I am just glad that we all made it out alive.
Events seem to be escalating, what will the future hold for us?
A/N: 2 in 2 days! What what!
Who puts a bomb on a helicopter? JERKS!
Coming up, magnet houses and kinky sex. More lies to Bella. Catty bitches (as catty as perfect not judgemental members of Society can be.) AND Emmett gets his sex education on, very awkwardly.
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