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Brothers

I believe Edward was just as happy as I was about what transpired between Rosalie and I. He was shocked when he first saw it in her mind. His first instinct was to be angry that she thought I was better off dead, but then as she continued, he recognized her humility. He knew she was sincere. She was always honest, but this really came from her heart. She felt a little guilty for hoping I would slip, but her true motivation was love. We were both lost in our thoughts as we drove to the hospital.

I wasn't sure what to expect when we saw Jen again. I had a full breakfast, of sorts, to prepare me for this. Edward held my hand, reassurance in every squeeze. I was strong before, I knew I could be strong again. I just hoped she didn't blame us for what happened. I got nervous thinking about that. I was the one who invited her. I walked with her, helping her when she struggled, catching her when she fell. But when she needed me most, I was lost in Edward's eyes. Hopefully she doesn't remember anything after the fall. I especially hope she didn't see my horror stricken face as I withdrew from her, and then turned and abandoned her. How will I explain that to her, if she did see me? I needed to calm down. Edward released my hand and placed his on my shoulder. He knew just where to squeeze to release my tension. I closed my eyes as a feeling of relaxation washed over me. "I love you" I whispered in my delirium.

"We're here." Edward had pulled into the parking lot. I stared at this hospital, grateful to know I would never have to visit there myself. Before, it was almost guaranteed that I would become well acquainted with a hospital, and it's staff. Now, I would only visit others. I was really hoping I wouldn't have to do a lot of that either. But I needed to do this. Edward opened my door and we walked together into the hospital. We inquired at the front desk about the female hiker who was injured yesterday. The administrator searched on the computer, then looked up and said she had been discharged. We were both surprised.

"She was just admitted yesterday. She stayed here last night." Edward tried to clarify. She looked irritated that we doubted her.

"Why don't you go speak with her doctor then?" She said it rather rudely. I was surprised that she could treat him that way, because he usually had a different affect on people. He looked surprised too. We walked down the hall and asked a nurse who was the doctor in charge of the hiker. She pointed us in the right direction. She said to ask for Dr. Adams. She said we'd recognize him as the one who looked like a walking zombie. He was just finishing a thirty-six hour shift. We recognized him immediately.

"Excuse me, are you Dr. Adams?" I interrupted him while he was filling in a chart. He glanced up briefly, then returned to his writing, nodding. "We're looking for Jen, the hiker from yesterday? She had a concussion?" He paused as if thinking about it, then finished writing in his chart. When he was done, he clipped the pen to the chart and turned to face us.

"She was discharged this morning. I assume it was your brothers she left with?" He looked at us as if we should know what he was talking about. Edward saw the two strangers in his head. Yes, they would pass as his brothers, as far as vampires resembled each other. It was then that Edward and I looked wide eyed at each other. We both inhaled, focusing on what we were looking for. We found it. I confirmed my conclusion with his in his head. Vampires.

We quickly thanked the doctor and walked off, following the scent. As we passed the administrator, Edward understood why she was rude earlier. The strangers had been rude to her, and she assumed we were with them. When we came back out to the parking lot, we lost their scent. We both pulled out our phones and dialed. He was calling Emmett, so I called Jasper. I told Jasper exactly what Edward was telling Emmett. Then we jumped into our car and raced home.

Everyone was waiting. Edward explained what happened at the hospital. He then told them about the strangers who showed up in Forks, and now the strangers who were here. We had no way of knowing if they were the same or not. I had an idea. I got out my phone and dialed Jacob. Edward was fine with it. When I greeted Jacob over the phone, it was the rest of the family who looked shocked. Edward held up his hands and gestured to them that it was okay and to calm down.

"Hi Jake. How are you? We're fine. Any news on the strange vampires over there?" I asked casually. I listened as he filled me in, then thanked him and said goodbye. When I hung up the phone, I had to laugh because everyone still looked stunned. Edward smiled at me then explained to them about our previous phone conversation with Jacob. I explained that Jacob and his pack had not crossed their scent again since the last time we talked. We could assume that these two were probably the same vampires who were in Forks. Edward was thinking that they had very good tracking skills, however, they didn't appear dangerous. There weren't any reports of missing people or mysterious deaths in Washington, or New Hampshire. Something occurred to me suddenly. I turned to face Alice.

"Your vision. You said Edward was carrying me near a waterfall. Then I was walking away with the strangers. It wasn't me you saw. It was Jen." Alice looked dumbfounded. We had assumed it was me Edward was carrying. We also assumed it was me walking away with the strangers. Actually, Alice was seeing the strangers, they being vampires, but was distracted by the person she thought was me.

Alice had a special sense that warned us if other vampires were nearby. It still worked. The only problem was that she was looking for other things. It was not her fault. We should have told them about Jacob's call sooner. I remembered that Edward had changed his mind about telling Alice over the phone. We didn't want to make a big deal about it. But now it was unavoidable.

First, we had to find Jen. Hopefully we were wrong, and she was back at her dorm, safe and sound. But we doubted that. We were trying to figure out why these vampires would take her. Was it a coincidence? Most of my experiences from the last few years left me seriously doubting that anything which involved me was not a coincidence. Everything happens for a reason. Why did I want to be her friend? Why did I think I could carry on a normal... life? What if I am the reason she is hurt, or worse, killed? But why would they take her? Edward was guiding me to the car again. We drove in silence, my guilt increasing as we got closer to the campus dorms.

I went into the main dorms and inquired about her. The resident advisor told me her building and room number. Edward came with me to her room. I began to feel relief when I heard music coming from the other side of her door. I knocked. One of her friends, that I met briefly before the hike, answered. She kept the door mostly closed. I could see she was scantily dressed, and perspiring. "Is Jen here?" I asked, knowing it was a ridiculous question.

"Oh, no, I haven't seen her since yesterday. Can I give her a message?" She didn't seem concerned.

"Do you know where she went after she left the hospital?"

"Hospital? When was she at the hospital?" She really looked surprised.

"She fell down on the hike yesterday and was hurt. I'm trying to find her so I can make sure she's alright." I was getting nervous again.

"Oh, she's probably fine. She falls all the time. She probably ran home so her mommy can make her all better." That irritated me, because that's probably how some of my friends felt about me. Except, I didn't run home to mommy. I did most of the comforting in that relationship.

"Do you have a phone number where I can reach her?" I was grasping for anything.

Her friend closed the door, then opened it up a few seconds later and passed a small slip of paper to me. She had written down a cell phone number. "Thanks!" I said, but the door was already closed. I looked at Edward, and he rolled his eyes. I took a peek into his mind to see she was very anxious to get back to her previous activity. I pulled him out of the hormone saturated halls and got back into the car. I pulled out my phone and dialed the number on the slip of paper. It rang a couple of times, then someone answered.

"Hello? Jen? Is this Jen's phone?" I was so hopeful that I had reached her.

"This is Jen's phone, but you are not speaking with Jen. I'm glad you called. We've been waiting." The beautiful lilt of his voice, so musical, so dreamy, shattered any hope that Jen was safe and sound.