That should never have happened.

Bella was starting to panic. While she couldn't deny that she enjoyed the... experience, the guilt was starting to eat at her. The first time was excused. But one more of her own choice? That could be a big problem. Sure, she was technically divorced from Edward, but he didn't have any idea. She did have a conscience, and right now, it was backed against a wall in terror of what she did.

She fell backward and groaned. She had a crush on an alien. She at one point had a werewolf for a friend. Her current best friend was a man who could never die. She used to be married to a vampire. She was a vampire. Her life was so screwed up.

That night was a strange night. A very strange night.

It started off with a strawberry cake. Bella loved cake; she mixed it together, baked it, and when it came out of the oven, it smelled absolutely delicious. She iced it, then drizzled it with strawberry glaze, and laid some strawberries over it. She cut herself a slice, then placed a bite into her mouth... before remembering that she couldn't eat. She then threw it away, before realizing her friends may have wanted some, so she baked another and went through the process again, but this time, caught herself before she could throw it away.

She then went to the theater and watched a few movies: A Walk to Remember, Casablanca, Romeo and Juliet, Titanic, and by the time she finished, her eyes were filled with unshed tears of venom.

Afterwards, she proceeded to wander around the TARDIS in her pajamas, her hair mussed and a bucket of ice cream in her hand that she had no intention of eating (obviously). She looked like a teenage girl going through a breakup, but it was technically the opposite.

She could hear the TARDIS warbling in her head. "I know," she said with a sigh. "But I'm scared about what he'll say."

There was silence for a while, before the ship had come up with another argument. "Well, I can't tell now, can I?" she almost snapped. "I kissed him just tonight, and it wasn't even me!"

The TARDIS scolded her. Bella huffed and turned away like a teenager arguing with her mother (which wasn't too far from the truth). "So? It's not like I liked it the second time." More scolding. "Okay, okay! You win."

Bella groaned and fell backwards on the Doctor's swing she was sitting on, doing a backbend and letting her chocolate hair cascade till it touched the floor. She combed her fingers through it. Maybe she could get some highlights in, some caramel here and there, a bit like the color of Esme's hair—

No!

Bella groaned. Now all she could think about was the Cullens. Put your mind on something else. Anything else.

Maybe she could go wake up the Doctor—

Well, maybe not anything else.

She rubbed her eyes, thoroughly ticked off at Ever and Jack. Then again, maybe she was supposed to be thanking them. They were just doing what they knew Bella wanted (even though Bella hadn't even known she'd wanted it until the taste of that stupid Time Lord touched her tongue). Still, they shouldn't have interfered in Bella's love life. Not that she really did have one.

But she wanted to have one.

And there it was. She was becoming dependent again; the last thing she wanted to do. She thought back to the time Edward had left her and she'd nearly killed herself. What had she been thinking? Sure, he was a man who was more handsome than the crowd, but he had no... substance. And then there was the Doctor, lying in a room somewhere, her fantastic Doctor who could take her worlds away and every time destroy the chances of the word "impossible" being spoken in her silver voice.

Bella waved her hand and a pillow appeared. She hadn't used her power for a while now; the last time she could remember was the day she met the Doctor once again.

She covered her face with the pillow and sighed heavily into it. She held her breath a while, then exhaled deeply. Her thoughts were all over the place. One part of her mind felt guilt for earlier. Another part (an amount much larger than the former) felt sparkling delight and ecstasy and left her breathless at the thought of the reaction her Time Lord could pull from her, and pleasure at the reactions she could pull from him. He was, after all, awkward when it came to matters of the heart; the smugness couldn't be helped.

The next part felt embarrassed. She had no right to be smug; for all she cared, he could be in his room right now, washing out his mouth. He could have hated her. Maybe he was going to drop her back off on her planet. Or maybe back with Edward.

Edward. That brought Bella to the final piece of her mind. The piece that missed Edward. It was small, but it was there; that was what terrified her. Who knew what it took to send her toppling over the edge and loving Edward again? If that happened, then this time, there would be no Doctor to save her.

Bella Swan sat there for the night, thinking. Thinking. Thinking.

The Doctor tossed and turned, a billion languages going through his mind at once in a sorry attempt to keep his thoughts off Bella.

No matter what, though, he wasn't really sure what to think. He'd never really had a relationship with any one of his companions; the closest ever was Rose, and even then, that was very far away and could never be considered a relationship.

Then again, neither could Bella and the Doctor.

He could hear Bella tromping around outside and he held his breath. A disgusted, "Blegh!" came from somewhere in the first kitchen, then came the sound of the trash bin opening and closing, then once again, Bella's voice as she sighed, cursed, and opened the fridge.

The Doctor felt the need to head outside to see if she was destroying his ship. Then there was quiet, and he really felt the need to go outside. He held his breath for a while, then let it go, and took in another gulp. Soon enough, this was how he measured the time.

About seven-hundred or so breaths later, he heard a creaking and crashing noise, then heard a meek voice.

"Jack, Jack..."

Oh, what in the name of Gallifrey was going on now? Jack and Ever better have not been doing things in the next room.

"There's a boat, Jack!"

A what?

"Jack?"

If they could just shut up, he had his own problems to deal with...

"I'll never let go, Jack! I'll never let go."

His less-than-innocent mind pieced together the rest of the puzzle as he realized Ever and Jack were asleep in two separate rooms in two separate parts of the ship, and that even if they had been tainting the grace of his ship, that he wouldn't be able to hear them from where he was. No, the feeble cries of "Jack!" were coming from the theater, which was only a few rooms down. Normally it would be soundproof; the TARDIS must have been leaking some of what Bella was doing to him.

Really, though. Titanic? Of all the nights to watch a movie like Titanic, she had to choose tonight?

He slammed his head on his pillow then curled it around his ears, trying to muffle out the noise of the whistle that Titanic Rose had used after Titanic Jack had died. Yes, he'd seen the movie, and had spent nearly three hours afterwards on calculations and had concluded that yes, both Jack and Rose could have survived if they'd just taken Rose's life jacket and tucked it underneath the piece of driftwood.

It became enough once he heard Bella's scuffling and a swinging that indicated she was screwing around with his ship. Okay, now it all just had to stop. He threw the covers off, flattened his hair, then braced himself as he swung open the door.

The Doctor navigated his ship's labyrinth through the night, walking. Walking. Walking.

Edward paced, then he growled, and he groaned, and he threw Esme's second-favorite vase across the room (much to his adoptive mother's dismay).

"Ed needs to calm down," Emmett said to Jasper, who was sitting at the foot of the couch with a book in one hand and the other stroking Alice's hair.

"Agreed," Jasper replied. "This isn't an appropriate reaction."

"I think," Alice began, "that he just needs to accept the fact that Bella's left him."

She said the last part louder than necessary for emphasis, even though Edward could have easily heard her. He turned to her, growled once more, and started crumbling a shard of what used to be Esme's second-favorite vase between his long, nimble fingers. Alice rolled her eyes. She was starting to believe her husband and her adoptive sister, and she could tell the rest of the family was, too. Even Edward was, somewhere in the back of his mind.

Just because Alice agreed with the runaway theory, it didn't mean she liked it. She still was a bit skeptical that the Bella she'd come to love could possibly be such a cruel person. She bit her thumbnail, hiding the rest of the thoughts she'd had only a couple nights before. The thoughts that Bella was justified; even though Alice loved Jasper to death, if he'd done the same things Edward had done to Bella, she would have felt suffocated and would have done anything to escape, even if it meant disappearing without a trace. Alice could understand, but she wished that Bella could have somehow found a way to go about it more subtly.

She exchanged glances with her husband, who did the same. They sighed, and Jasper stood with fluid grace as he and Emmett towered over Edward.

"You're being a drama queen, Ed," Emmett said, gripping Edward by the shoulders. "Repeat after me: Bella is not coming back."

Edward stared at his brothers with hollow eyes. Oh, how difficult this boy would be.