A/N: Sorry for the long wait friends! I was just a bit busy with everything that has been going on around me. I am posting the second bonus chapter here. Just thought I would catch up on Edward's POV before I continue with the story.

Anyways, these chapters were a bit rushed, so let me know if there are some mistakes. I am planning to re do the story to fix all the major bugs, once I finish it. But until then, I will still smooth all the errors I can!

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Extra Chapter II

The day had been strangely pleasant so far. Bella's scent today, though still enticing seemed… insignificant, somehow. Like the huge river of her scent had dried out leaving small rivulets to survive. I had always envied Carlisle his control, now I knew - it was easy to ignore temptation when you had something better to focus on. Harry's scent, though in no way appetizing, was far more pleasant than Bella's. Though her scent was somewhat muted, it was easy to pick up on it now that I was familiar with it.

Right now, we were standing in the parking lot. I watched as Harry entered the parking lot, striding towards her car, where Bella waited for her arrival. Should I go talk to her? Would that be okay?...

"NO!" Alice gasped aloud. Instantly, I scanned her thoughts, guessing at first that I had made some poor choice and she saw me doing something inexcusable. But it had nothing to do with me at all. Tyler Crowley had chosen to take the turn into the parking lot at an injudicious speed. This choice would send him skidding across a patch of ice...

The vision came just half a second before the reality. Tyler's van rounded the corner as I was still watching the conclusion that had pulled the horrified gasp through Alice's lips.

No, this vision had nothing to do with me, and yet it had everything to do with me, because Tyler's van - the tires right now hitting the ice at the worst possible angle - was going to spin across the lot and crush the girl who had become the uninvited focal point of my world.

Even without Alice's foresight it would have been simple enough to read the trajectory of the vehicle, flying out of Tyler's control.

Said girl, standing in the exactly wrong place at the back of her truck, looked up; understanding flashing in her grey green eyes.

Not her! The words shouted in my head as if they belonged to someone else.

Still locked into Alice's thoughts, I saw the vision suddenly shift, but I had no time to see what the outcome would be.

Harry turned to push Bella away from the van. She didn't have time to save herself though, I saw resignation dawn into her eyes. No fear, just acceptance. I launched myself across the lot, throwing myself between the skidding van and the resigned girl. I moved so fast that everything was a streaky blur except for the object of my focus. I caught her around the waist, moving with too much urgency to be as gentle as she would need me to be. In the hundredth of a second between the time that I yanked her slight form out of the path of death and the time that I crashed into to the ground with her in my arms, I was vividly aware of her fragile, breakable body.

When I heard her head crack against the ice, it felt like I had turned to ice, too.

But I didn't even have a full second to ascertain her condition. I heard the van behind us, grating and squealing as it twisted around the sturdy iron body of the girl's truck. It was changing course, arcing, coming for her again - like she was a magnet, pulling it toward us.

I had already done too much. As I'd nearly flown through the air to push her out of the way, I'd been fully aware of the mistake I was making. Knowing that it was a mistake did not stop me, but I was not oblivious to the risk I was taking - taking, not just for myself, but for my entire family.

Exposure.

And this certainly wasn't going to help, but there was no way I was going to allow the van to succeed in its second attempt to take her life. I dropped her and threw my hands out, catching the van before it could touch Harry. The force of it hurled me back into the car parked beside her car, and I could feel its frame buckle behind my shoulders. The van shuddered and shivered against the unyielding obstacle of my arms, and then swayed, balancing unstably on the two far tires. If I moved my hands, the back tire of the van was going fall onto her legs.

Oh, for the love of all that was holy, would the catastrophes never end? Was there anything else that could go wrong? I could hardly sit here, holding the van in the air, and wait for rescue. Nor could I throw the van away - there was the driver to consider, his thoughts incoherent with panic.

With an internal groan, I shoved the van so that it rocked away from us for an instant. As it fell back toward me, I caught it under the frame with my right hand while I wrapped my left arm around the girl's waist again and drug her out from under the van, pulling her tight up against my side. Her body moved limply as I swung her around so that her legs would be in the clear - was she conscious? How much damage had I done to her in my impromptu rescue attempt?

I let the van drop, now that it could not hurt her. It crashed to the pavement, all the windows shattering in unison.

I knew that I was in the middle of a crisis. How much had she seen? Had any other witnesses watched me materialize at her side and then juggle the van while I tried to keep her out from under it? These questions should be my biggest concern.

But I was too anxious to really care about the threat of exposure as much as I should. Too panic-stricken that I might have injured her myself in my effort to protect her. Too aware of the heat of her soft body, pressed against mine - even through the double obstacle of our jackets, I could feel that heat...

The first fear was the greatest fear. As the screaming of the witnesses erupted around us, I leaned down to examine her face, to see if she was conscious - hoping fiercely that she was not bleeding anywhere.

Her eyes were open, staring at me with shock and confusion.

"Harry?" I asked urgently. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine." She said the words automatically in a dazed voice.

Relief, so exquisite it was nearly pain, washed through me at the sound of her voice. She struggled to sit up, but I was not ready to release her. It felt somehow...safer? Better, at least, having her tucked into my side.

"Be careful," I warned her. "I think you hit your head pretty hard."

"I did. Though it doesn't feel like a concussion," she said, as though hitting her head was an everyday occurrence to her… or maybe something like a concussion was… trivial for her.

"Have a lot of experience with those, I see." Relief made this funny to me, made me almost giddy.

"You don't want to know..." Her voice trailed off, and her eyelids fluttered. "Bella!? Is she okay?"

How can this girl think of someone else in such a situation! "She is, you pushed her out of the way," I reassured her. "Nice reflexes," I continued.

"I could say the same," Harry replied. She turned to sit up, and this time I let her, releasing my hold around her waist and sliding as far away as I could in the limited space. And then the crowd of people found us, with tears streaming down their faces, shouting at each other.

There was a flurry of activity around us. Harry tried to stand up, I put my hand lightly on her shoulder to hold her down. She seemed alright, but should she really be moving her neck? Again, I wished for Carlisle. My years of theoretical medical study were no match for his centuries of hands-on medical practice.

"Just stay put for now."

"But, I'm fine," she complained. I ignored her.

"Harry! Are you okay?!" Bella asked, frantically.

"I'm fine." Harry replied, using her apparently favorite phrase. "How did you get here so soon? You were over there; you were by your car," Bella said, turning to look at me.

She'd seen too much. I felt myself turn cold. "No, I wasn't. I was standing just besides her," I insisted.

"He's telling the truth, Bella. I saw him standing besides us," Harry said. Strange, I thought she'd side with Bella. Bella looked skeptical, but thankfully, let the issue subside for now. The EMTs and teachers arrived then. I let everything else fade into the background. The thoughts coming from my Siblings were harsh, reprimanding. As if I didn't already know that I'd done something wrong. Try as I might though, I still didn't feel even a shred of remorse.

Later that evening…

I tried to convince myself not to go. I knew it was wrong. But I just had to see her. I had to… So here I was, at Harry's house; stealthily climbing the tree near her window. I jumped through the window and landed with a silent crouch. And there she was, sleeping peacefully. Her face was smooth, except for a small frown that creased her eyebrows. I ached to run a finger over her eyebrows, but I knew my boundaries. I have already crossed my boundaries! I settled into once corner of her room, perfectly hidden by the shadows. This was so wrong! Forgive me for disrespecting your privacy, Harry. I just couldn't… stop myself. Sometime during the night, I heard the door to Teddy's room open. His small feet padded silently across the floor and entered Harry's bedroom. He slowly approached her bed and tugged on her hand.

"What's wrong, Teddy?" she asked, sleepy and concerned.

"Can't sleep. Bad dream," Teddy said in a small voice.

"Oh, my love. Come here," she picked him up and settled him onto the bed next to her. Lifting her blanket she enveloped him in her arms. Teddy immediately shifted to bury his nose in her hair.

"Comfy?" she asked, with a small smile. Teddy nodded, already dozing off to sleep.

I felt overwhelming emotions rise into me then; staring at the two happy, peaceful faces; emotions like content, peace, calm, protectiveness and… was that love? No… maybe… but it was definitely something close…