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The sun was setting and Colin was getting ready to board the private jet, that would be taking him home. Esme was already seated in the pilot's seat, as she was the only who could fly the plane whilst still being completely friendly to not only Colin but to the rest of the residents of La Push. She was due to be back in Cardiff the next day at half three, if everything went to plan that is. Brady's body had already been placed in the plane.
"Goodbye and thank you for your hospitality," Colin said, giving a brief hug or handshake to each of the Cullens. "It means a lot to me."
He reached Jake last, and the hug they shared lasted longer and was much closer than any of the previous ones. "Take care," Jake said, giving him a weak smile. "Tell Brady's mum that I send her my love and sorrow,"
Colin gave a nod. "Sure mate." Lightly punching Jake on the arm once more, he turned and jumped into the plane, seating himself next to Esme. The Cullen's got out of the way, and watched as the plane was driven down the dusty path, which was hidden from view from passer bys, with the high hedges and trees surrounding it. Just as the small plane was running out of room, it finally took off, everyone but Jake and Nessie left almost immediately, once they saw that the plane was fine and nothing bad was going to happen. Nessie watched as her parents left the field, in a blur before she took her small hand into Jake's large tanned hand. They stood in a comfortable silence until the plane was out of sight.
"He'll be ok Jake," Nessie tried to reassure her husband. "Colin's strong, and he is going to be feeling like the biggest pile of crap for ages, after all Brady and he were best friends, but he will be fine. It might not be for days or weeks or months or even years, but he will eventually recover from this. He knows that Brady wouldn't want him to suffer like this, he knows that he needs to keep on living life, for Brady's sake anyway. I'm not saying he will ever be the same again, but he will get better."
Jake turned to her. A small smile visible. Kissing the top of Nessie's head, Jake enveloped her into a huge hug. "Thank you Nessie."
"What for?" she asked raising an eyebrow.
"For being there for me. For loving me, even though I can be an idiot at times. For not dying and leaving me." On the last part the werewolf's voice dropped to a whisper.
"Oh babe, how could I not love you. You are the centre of my universe and I would never ever leave you, if I could help it. I don't know what I would do if something happened to you though. I'm not sure how I would function, and I know for a fact mum and dad wouldn't be pleased if I went to the Volturi." She felt her lover stiffen around her.
"You would go to the Volturi if I died?" Jake croaked.
"I can't live without you Jake. When we have separate classes in school, it's bad enough, I wouldn't be able to manage without you in my life. After all you did imprint on me,"
"So I did," Jake smiled faintly, remembering the hatred and repulsion he had once felt for Nessie when she was still in Bella's womb, injuring her more and more everyday. He didn't know how he could have ever felt something so negative to her. He too found it hard to be separated from her for large periods of time.
He also knew that if Renesesmee was ever to die, then he would end his own life. That was the curse of being a wolf. Once they had imprinted on someone, neither could live without the other. That was the reason he wouldn't even to attempt to talk his wife out of it, he knew that she wouldn't even listen to him, and if she did then it would be only to argue her point.
Whilst Bella and Edward wouldn't be happy- correction they would be downright furious- Jake knew they would see where they were coming from, after all Edward was the one to go to the Volturi once he believed Bella had died. And Bella had been the one, living as a zombie when Edward left. But as long as neither was killed then they could both move on with their lives without bringing up that particular subject again.
"Come on, let's get back to the house," Nessie said, bringing Jake away from his thoughts. The sun had since set, the sky a deep, navy blue, with a few stars twinkling in the clear night. Together they walked slowly back to their home.
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It had been a long and busy day for Rhys Williams. He had been in a meeting for most of the morning, which had, had him almost falling asleep more than once, until near the end, when Mr Bailey, the man who was in charge, started looking through Rhys account books, all the appointments he had made, the type of lorries being used and when, as well as asking some particular awkward questions about why he should keep that particular lorry-driving company open and not close it down.
The afternoon had not been much better for a couple of reasons. Reason number 1, Jenkins had been off ill, and he was due for five different journey's after lunch. Rhys had taken two of them, all the while discussing with Sarah – the secretary- about future journey's, appointments and the likes. Once he had dropped off the computers chairs to the local secondary school and the stationary to a block of offices, Rhys headed back to his small cramped office.
He walked in, dumping his coat on the side, grimacing when Sarah told him, about the amount of paperwork he had to sign. As he was signing papers and talking to possible clients, Sarah was taking calls, cleaning up and giving the workers their assigned task. They worked well together. It might not be the most glamorous job in the world but he was happy. He had enough money to pay the bills and keep a roof over his and Gwen's heads. He had plenty of friends and got on well with his colleagues.
The only thing that wasn't that great in Rhys life was the romantic side of things. Sure he was happy with his relationship with Gwen. He knew that he loved her. And he knew that she used to love him. He wasn't too sure nowadays. Ever since Gwen got her new job she had been acting stranger and stranger. She refused to go into great detail about what her day had been like. She rarely got in before seven, sometimes even later.
At one point she didn't even come home. That was when Rhys had suspected she was cheating on him. But he didn't say anything, he couldn't. Gwen was the best thing that had happened in his life, she made him smile and laugh, like a stupid teenage boy.
But sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night, startled awake from a dream which consisted of him and Gwen sitting on the sofa and then her telling him about an affair with one of her co-workers. He would then always shout at her, demanding to know why she had done such a horrible thing, all the while she was begging for forgiveness.
Those dreams always faded away before he could even think about their meaning. Could even realise that he was remembering. Remembering what had once happened, before he was made to forget it ever happened.
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That was why he was surprised when he could smell the aroma of meats and vegetables, none of which he could determine just by scent, as they had blended together and had surrounded the whole flat. Frowning in surprise, he made his way to the living room and saw his girlfriend in the kitchen, stirring a pot of stew. Hearing him enter Gwen turned around.
"Hello love." she said, leaving the stew on the hob to kiss Rhys lightly on the lips. "Work ended early today so I came home and made us tea as an apology for not being home last night and for coming home so late most nights."
"That's ok," Rhys said numbly hugging her. After all what else could he say? He could tell that she was trying hard and was glad that he wasn't the only one who had felt the rift in their relationship recently.
He was also glad that he wasn't the only one trying to do something about it. Gwen poured him a glass of red wine, before turning back to the stew.
"This will be ready in five minutes. Why don't you put you go put your feet up and turn the telly on whilst I dish this up."
Nodding, the Welshman turned into the living room and turned on a game of rugby. Five minutes later Gwen joined him, giving him his plate and asking who was winning.
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"I've missed this," Rhys said in bed that night, Gwen was snuggling into him.
"So have I love," she confirmed sleepily. By the sincerity in her voice, Rhys knew she was telling the truth. "I'm so sorry I haven't been around much these past few months. This new job has been so much more hectic. I do a lot more fieldwork than I used to do, the team that I work with is so much smaller than my old one as well. But I could never leave, not now anyway." She turned to look at him. "But I promise you Rhys Williams that I'm going to make much more of an effort with this relationship from now on. Don't think that I haven't seen how hard you've been trying to make sure we stay stable. Off the rocks. Any other man would have left me by now, seeing how much time I spend away from home. But not you. And I could never be more grateful that you are in my life. I love you so much."
Smiling Rhys started to pepper Gwen's body with gentle kisses. But something was still bothering him. And he knew it would bother him until he asked about it.
"Why now?" he said, stopping the kisses. At Gwen's questioning gaze he continued. "Why have you only realised now."
Sighing Gwen sat up into a more comfortable position. "I guess I've always known, I've always loved you, I guess I just didn't think I needed to do anything with our relationship, if you were still with me. But something happened at work today that made me realise how lucky I was to have you and to have you still trying to make us work. I'm sorry I haven't done anything since then."
"It's okay love," Rhys said, sitting up also to give the woman he loved a hug. "I was just wondering. Shall I even bother asking what happened at work today." At Gwen's apologetic gaze he sighed. "I thought so." He kissed her slowly on the lips, nipping down on her bottom lip, emitting a groan from her. "I love you," he breathed.
"I love you too," she muttered smiling, before kissing him forcefully again.
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Before the sun had even risen Ianto had left the house in his car. The roads were empty, as it was only 4:30am and Ianto knew he had plenty of time before he was due into work. One and a half hours in fact, but he also knew he needed to hunt. The last time he had eaten had been the day of the battle.
Normally he could easily last more than two or three days without eating, but what with the actual battle and then the stressing over Torchwood finding out who he actually was, had lead to him being quite hungry. He drove out of town, until he was near a wood. Parking the car and making sure he had his suit for work (he was wearing some jogging bottoms and an old t-shirt in case he got any blood on it) he then made his way into the woods. Zoning straight in, he listened out for a heartbeat. Soon enough he heard one, it sounded too big and slow to be a small woodland creature, but too small to belong to a human. A deer probably, Ianto thought. Perfect.
Double checking the direction it came from, he sped off. Racing past the trees with ease, and jumping over logs with grace, Ianto soon found his prey. It was a deer.
Ianto started to circle it, before pouncing on it. The deer fell, and finding a main artery, Ianto bit down. The deer died within minutes and Ianto kept on drinking until the deer was dry. He stood, wiping the excess blood from his mouth.
Whilst still hungry, Ianto knew he didn't have time to kill another animal, as it was now nearly 5:30 and the drive to the hub was a good twenty minutes away. He still needed to change as well. Running back to his car, Ianto changed hurriedly before driving off into the centre of Cardiff.
All he was hoping for when he got there, was that he would be treated relatively normal still. Parking his car into the hub's car park, he walked into the tourist office at human pace. He knew that if he was still alive, his heart would have been beating right out of his chest.
Going through the hub, via the secret entrance, the first thing Ianto heard was Jack shouting.
"Ianto my office now!" Oh well, so much for being treated like normal.
I'm sorry I haven't updated sooner. Hopefully Fanfiction won't be mean when I try and post the next chapter so it should be here much sooner. Luckily it's the Easter holidays next week and I've set myself a goal where I have to write two thousand words a day. I won't be soley focusing on this story as I want to write up a few more ideas, but as I am halfway through the next chapter it should definately hurry up the process.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter, R&R
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