This song was not in the original LOST story. It's from the move Breaking Dawn 2 when Edward and Bella are in their new little house/cottage and Edward is asking Bella if she would like to take a bath. (The great Ms. Meyer would have never written anything so stupid) Anyway, this song is playing and when I listened to it over and over on the soundtrack, I kept thinking how well some of the phrases fit my New York Bella. (Who always takes showers. Hee hee).

Honey, you're a shipwreck,

You could dry a river,

With your heart of stone.

When you're here with me,

You're not here with me.

Can I pry your fingers,

From the things I say and do

And I just can't forget you,

And your heart of stone.

Bella's POV

I sat at my desk nursing a headache from lack of sleep. I'd tossed and turned most of the night dreaming about Edward and Ireland. I had never even been to Ireland, so how I was having a dream about that place was beyond me. Why, why, WHY did he have to explain to me that he was alone? I wasn't sure what bothered me more, the fact that he told me, or the fact that a thrill raced through me when I learned he wasn't with someone.

A familiar and very real fear was seeping in again. I had been in control of my emotions for so long and it was absolutely imperative that I continue to do so. I had to dominate. All my hard earned discipline just couldn't leave me now when I needed it most. This wall of mine had to remain high, strong, and impenetrable. It was a foregone conclusion that Edward was going to turn and leave at the end of all this, and if I didn't protect myself …well, things would end very badly for me.

I shook my head vigorously to clear away the grogginess. Now, more than ever, my mind had to be clear. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time to schedule these Cullen meetings two days in a row in an effort to get everything over faster, but now it felt like there wasn't adequate time to dilute the poison before it was running through my system again.

When I opened the conference room door, I could feel the tension in the air. I was taken aback when I saw that Edward was seated right next to my chair, with Jasper beside him. As soon as Jasper saw me, a rush of calm filled the room. I slapped down my papers, pulled up my sleeves and said, "Okay, let's get to work."

We battled all morning, and were getting nowhere. For every motion we put forth, the C- CORP lawyers had a counter motion and a way to extend this for 10 more years. My side was losing today. There were two reasons for this: First, there was no excitement in the room, no drive to get into the mud and get things done. Jasper's gift was working, but apparently not on me. I was seething.

The second reason was Edward. His eyes were dark and intense. He kept changing his focus from person to person on my team and then would hurriedly write down notes to Harry and his other lawyers. My team was smart, but even I wouldn't be able to keep my mind clear for hours on end. They had to think about what they fighting for at some point during the proceedings. We were being blindsided at every turn. I kept glancing nervously at Simmons. His mind was definitely a buffet of information for Edward to pick through. And it wasn't just legal strategy I was worried about.

As I watched Edward's focused gaze, I felt vulnerable, just like that brokenhearted little eighteen year old girl that was left devastated in the forest. This was my least favorite emotion. And I was beyond angry.

To top it off, Edward's lawyers had just submitted another piece of paper, an injunction stating that we were barred from requesting any bank statements from a company in Volterra, Italy. What was so important about some little Italian city called Volterra?

It was almost noon and my team was tired and hungry. I set my teeth as I turned to look at Edward and asked, "How long do you plan to keep up these futile, silly games?"

Harry broke in and said, "We're demonstrating just what kind of fight you're in for C- CORP, Ms. Swan."

I narrowed my eyes as I leaned across the table at Harry. "Let me tell you something," I hissed acidly. "I would say that you don't know who you are dealing with, but you do. I took you down last year and left your client crying out in the hall wondering what had happened to his life's work. Believe when I say that I will suck you dry and leave nothing but your bones for the vultures that are circling for your precious assets."

I leaned in further as the room filled with my voice. "You lengthen this process unnecessarily, Harry Banks, and I will make you suffer. The hammer will fall on these proceedings, all politeness will disappear, and you will be left holding nothing!"

Very faintly behind my back, I heard Jasper whisper, "It looks like she became a vampire after all."

I didn't want to, but my eyes went to Edward's face. I expected to see hate there. I think I was hoping I would see hate. But incredibly, he was leaning towards me and his eyes were full of warmth. They were like liquid gold, unwavering and almost fierce as he stared back at me.

My pen fell from my hand and I backed away, mentally pulling myself as far away from Edward as I could.

"Simmons, I need you to take over, please," I announced flatly.

I left the room without looking back. I was flushed and angry at myself that I couldn't just let go. That I couldn't just be in the same room with him and just be normal. I was a grown-up now. It shouldn't be this hard.

I was stomping down the hall to my office when I heard his velvet voice right beside me.

"Bella."

I never broke stride. Without turning to look at him I said dryly, "It's been five days since you showed up. That's pretty long for you. Isn't it about time you reminded me how I'm no good for you and made it as if you never existed?"

I forced myself not to look back. Instead, I swallowed hard and hoped that was the last time he ever tried to talk to me. My lungs let out a deep sigh and I turned the corner to my office. And when I looked up, I saw that someone was waiting for me.

Vaughn's smile was large and genuine. He walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek.

"I missed you," he whispered. "Can I take you to lunch?" His eyes were filled with expectation.

I was about to refuse when I heard that beautiful, velvet voice calling to me from around the corner.

"Bella! Wait!"

Vaughn's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Cullen, right?" He was barely masking his annoyance.

Edward swallowed hard. "Yes. Hello, Thomas."

They stared at each other. It was deceiving to watch. Vaughn looked slightly angry and to the unknowing eye, appeared to be much more powerful than Edward. Vaughn's tan rugged features were set tight on his face and Edward was a clear mask with no trace of emotion. It took someone with prior experience to recognize the black eyes and balled fists as a sign of Edward's anger. At first, I wondered why Edward seemed to feel unfriendly towards Vaughn, but then I realized his anger must have been directed at me and my earlier comment.

In an effort to get away from Edward as quickly as possible, I turned back to Vaughn and announced, "We should get going." I handed my briefcase to Sally and turned towards the elevators as Vaughn trotted to catch up to me.

I could feel Edward's eyes on my back, and it made me self-conscious. I didn't look where my feet were taking me and I tripped on a tile that was slightly higher than the others. I lurched forward ungracefully and braced myself to hit the floor, but when I opened my eyes I saw that Vaughn was holding me tightly in his arms. His eyes were a little too intense, and I let out a nervous laugh as I wriggled free.

"Wow! Nice save." I murmured. "You should be catching those footballs instead of throwing them."

He gently set me back on flat ground, but then brazenly took my hand. We stepped in the elevator and as the doors slowly closed, I found the courage to raise my eyes. I was sure Edward was gone by now, but when I focused on the other end of the hall, my heart jolted to see that he was still standing there staring directly at me.