(AN) I told you guys I'd post some outtakes if I got around to it. This was originally supposed to go between Chapters 17 and 18, detailing a part of what happened in San Francisco through Jake's POV. It also stated what was later said about witches being able to go anywhere they wanted as long as they could remember the place they wanted to go.

In Chapter 21, there was originally an allusion to this scene where Jake says "Sorry about Paris." Before he proposes. I cut it to avoid confusion :-) I really really liked this chapter, but I felt that the readers needed a break from Cass/Jake and to get back to Bella/Edward. That's why I never embellished it to make it longer. Also, in case new readers haven't realized, this story is done (a few more outtakes maybe, if I get around to editing them). I do have the first couple chapters of the sequel Earth on Fire done if you need more of a fix :-)

Outtake 1: Paris (Originally Between Chapters 17 and 18)

I could really get used to San Francisco. The place wasn't so bad if you ignored the mess of people everywhere, on every street corner, in every window. The smells were interesting, to say the least, but underneath it all was the smell of ocean that wasn't too far off.

Maybe it was the company I really liked. No, scratch liked, I loved the company too much for it even to be possible. I could smell her sweet cinnamon scent like the best drug as she walked along side me. I reached for her hand, folding it in my own. She responded without thinking, her eyes somewhere else as her fingers intertwined like mine. Once again, I was struck by the way we fit together so perfectly, like puzzle pieces. I squeezed her hand lightly and she turned to me, her eyes lighting up.

"What's up?" She asked, sticking her other hand in her jeans pocket. She was looking much better than she had when I first found her. She'd put a few pounds back on, no longer skin and bones, and color had returned to her cheeks.

"I was just thinking I'd like to visit San Francisco sometimes. It's a nice city, doesn't even smell too bad." I answered with a low laugh. She rolled her eyes.

"We can come back whenever you want. I like it here too." She responded. "I had fun here. Best of times, worst of times kind of deal."

I didn't press, I didn't want to. It was hard enough to choke back the fury for the monster that had hurt her. Someday I was going to hunt him down and rip his limbs off until he cried like a little girl.

"We don't even have to drive down, I know most of the city well enough to get us down here. We could stay for an afternoon, I could teleport us home…" She was still talking. I latched onto her voice, a calming agent better than morphine.

"You can teleport here?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. "The whole way from La Push?"

"Yeah, there's not really any physical limitations to it, as long as I know the place I'm going well enough." She explained. "I can take you too. Do you want to go to New York?" She asked, teasing.

"Hah, how about Paris?" I joked back. Her eyes glimmered and she carefully steered me into the alley between a restaurant and an apartment building. I started to ask what we were doing, but she was giggling softly under her breath. She stood on tiptoe, her eyes warm as she kissed my lips softly.

"Close your eyes." She demanded and I complied, feeling her hand grip my shoulders. The sensation I felt next was indescribable, like spinning around in a circle too much and being unable to walk straight when you stopped. My eyes snapped open, and took in my surroundings. It was dark now, nighttime. I opened my mouth, looking down at my Cassie.

"Bienvenue en Paris!" Cassie said softly. My eyes grew wide and the breath I hadn't even known I'd been holding rushed from my lungs.

"Paris?" I asked. She nodded, taking my hand and leading me from the alley we'd appeared in.

"I don't know French! There's no way this is real!" I protested as I looked around at the impossible, everything was in French, all the signs, the babble of a new language.

"It's alright, I'm fluent." She responded. "I don't suppose you know the time here, do you?" She asked. When I looked at her blankly she just giggled. Her face was animated in a new way, like a kid on Christmas morning.

"You're adorable when you're overwhelmed." She commented with another kiss on the cheek as she pulled me through the streets like a seasoned traveler.

"Excusez-moi," She began speaking to a man on the corner. "Bon soir, Avez-vous l'heure?"

The man was about to say something, probably something rude by the look on his face, until he saw me standing behind Cassie. He mumbled something incoherent, I couldn't even tell what sounds he was making, but Cassie smiled and nodded.

"Merci!" She cheerfully said as she dragged me off again.

"What did you ask him?" I asked as we ducked down the streets. I imagined we must have looked pretty odd to the passing people, tourists with no bags or cameras, just each other.

"What time it was, I want to take you somewhere, but it closes at midnight. It's eleven over here, by the way." She answered lightly. I shook my head in amazement.

"You're really something, you know that?" I commented as we entered a grander street.

"And yet you still love me." She responded. I laughed, but she had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, raising her finger in the air.

"Look. The Eiffel tower. Now do you believe we're in Paris?" She questioned with a smirk. My mouth dropped open as we approached the base of it. I saw some cash exchanging hands, but I was really too busy staring at the lights on the tower to even care.

"We're going to the top, c'mon Jake!" She called as she led me to the elevator. "I know you could take the stairs easy, but you'd have to carry me, and that might raise eyebrows." She explained with a grin as we entered the elevator with a bunch of other people. I wrapped my arms around her waist as I felt the elevator tick up slowly.

When we got to the top all the people around us rushed out, but Cassie took her time. It was nothing she hadn't seen before, after all. We found a secluded spot in the corner and the view took my breath away.

I could see all of Paris, the city all lit up. "Oh my god, Cassie, the guys are never going to believe this…" I murmured as I turned to her.

To say she was beautiful wasn't enough of a statement. She simply glowed in the lights of the city and the tower, her eyes sparkling with joy. I wrapped my arms tighter around her. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"The most beautiful thing I've ever seen." I answered, but I wasn't talking about the city below us. My eyes locked on Cassie's and she beamed up at me.

"When I was a little girl, after my mom died, my dad took Zack and me here. I said that someday, I would have my first kiss right here." She started softly. "It didn't happen that way, of course, so I revised it…when I was a teenager I always told myself I'd bring the person I intended to be with for the rest of eternity here and tell him so. Silly and romantic, huh?"

I didn't think it was silly. I felt honored to be the person she had brought here, to the top of the world, to look out over the most romantic city on Earth. "Well, damn, if I had a ring, this moment would be perfect huh?" I asked, nuzzling into her neck. She laughed.

"When you get a ring, ask me to bring you back here. I will." She said with a smile. "You're the one Jake, the one I never thought I'd find. I can't put into words how much I love you."

I held her tighter, willing myself to never let go. "Teach me something in French. Teach me how to say 'I love you'." I demanded. She smiled softly as the words floated out of her lips like the sweetest music. "Je t'aime is I love you. Je t'adore means I adore you."

"Je t'adore, then." I whispered back, our lips meeting. It wasn't the burning fire I usually felt, but a slow molten burn that warmed me from the inside out. It traveled through my veins as I pulled her closer to me, never close enough.