Hi, so here is another chapter, I hope you all enjoy, i am gonna keep this one short and sweet.

For anyone wondering why i didn't go into detail over the events of the 'Unhappy Ending' chapter it's because quite frankly no words could do Rosalie's story justice other than the ones that spell out Royce King II got what he deserved and then some. (in this author's opinion)

Some Trigger Warnings for discussions of rape.

And we are only three chapters left of this story!

Disclaimer-Nothing in here apart from Lena is mine.

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There In The Disappearing Light

Chapter 22-Back Where You Belong

Rosalie and Lena meet, Rosalie's story is told and a new understanding is reached. Potentially shorter chapter than ones previous.

Rosalie got the call at 4.45 pm. She listened very carefully as Emmett with that teasing tone that she knew he thought meant that he could get out of trouble with her by being charming and she thought that she would scream with both an intense combination of joy and fury.

There was a long pause as she stood there in their bedroom in Canada before she let the phone drop to the floor. While she and Emmett had never needed beds she had always endeavoured to make sure that their space when all the Cullen's stayed together as a family was one that spoke directly to them and both their personalities and individuals and as a couple. And while it was clear that Esme was the designer within the family Rosalie found that it was easier for her to bond with her adoptive mother (especially in the beginning) when they sat down looking over designs about what room she wanted and how best it could suit her particular tastes. Emmett had always been unconcerned about how their room looked or their house though he apricated she had always had a taste for both luxury and for glamour that had come with the knowledge that if one was born a Hale one was born royal. Considering Emmett still flinched slightly when he saw the amount of money that he had accumulated over the years some attitudes of his decade were hard to fake.

Anyway back to the point she carefully looked at herself in the mirror. The looking glass had been a present from Esme actually for her first birthday as a vampire when she could remember actually being a vampire. The rest of the time she had been too consumed by blood lust in order to care. The glass was smooth and shiny and the frame of off an old bronze oak colour that in summer looked like gold when the light hit it. Rosalie choose now, this moment to take stock in her appearance. She took stock in her eyes which were the colour of pure butterscotch due to feeding beforehand. She took in her hair and her face and the clothes she was wearing which were a nice pair of blue jeans lighter than usual and a black t-shirt that plunged a little with the v-neck. She looked like a normal teenager. Nobody would ever think that she was a vampire, an immortal creature who was going to meet her vampire lover and her half vampire daughter who did not know yet that she was her half vampire daughter.

All in all it was very confusing.

But then again she was Rosalie Hale. Regardless of whatever situation she was in she could always count on her beauty to give her comfort in whatever situation she was in.

And with that she pulled her boots on and then leapt from the window and went in search of Emmett's last location. She was not sure weather or not she was going to hug him or throw him through the glass window of his jeep, she figured it was best to decided on the way there.

Emmett was in the parking lot of some restaurant. Rosalie thought that it was Italian judging by the overwhelming smell of basil but it was hard to tell. The trends in food had never been there in her childhood. In the 1930s you were just glad if you could but food on your table and a roof over your children's head.

"She's inside" Emmett said finally. He was leaning against the wall watching her wearily. "She's ok mostly. Bit confused, I think it all caught up on her at once. Told her if she's looking for sainthood over those two girls she's in the wrong place."

Rosalie raised and eyebrow and curled her hands into fists. She was not going to comment on the fact that Emmett had not answered the question she was desperate to ask about. She was sure that she was ready to hear the answer.

Emmett on the other hand knew her better than she knew herself sometimes and therefore he answered the question that she was trying very hard not to ask.

"She knows, she knows how we feel about her. And…"

And here Emmett chose to wait a second before that slow wondering grin came upon his face that reminded her of the night where they had talked in 1940 as the world had changed and they had changed. She had told him that night about Royce and that she thought (as she had) at the time that she was unworthy of the purity of his love even though she loved him and all he had took away from that conversation was the fact that she loved him.

That smile nearly brought her to her knees even more than sixty years after the fact.

Anyway she looked at him as Emmett smiled at her.

"I think she feels the same way"

"You do?"

"She said as much. She's just…I think she's confused about how to go from no parents to new parents, and granted I don't know much about the foster system but you and I both know she's been pushed from pillar to post and then you factor in finding out that our world exists…but she…she wants us to be her parents, I mean were not gonna be Mom and Dad tomorrow but…but we've got a long time to figure that out. And she wants to stay to try"

Rosalie took a deep breath and then she nodded. Emmett opened his arms and she folded into them breathing in his scent and feeling the urge to giggle rise up within her. It was not perfect, but it was the closest thing she had, had in months and she was going to grab it with wide, open, greedy hands.

Emmett pulled back and tucked his finger a little under her chin in a way that had a part of her melting.

"Where is she?"

"Inside, she's ate like a ton of human food. She's working her way through something called banoffee pie and a low fat caramel coffee Frappuccino and if you have any idea what that is then you are a smarter vampire than me"

Rosalie didn't know what that was—well she knew it was some form of coffee though when she was still human coffee had been worth five cent and that had been considered outrageous. She forced stale air into her lungs that did not need it and then stared at her mate and her husband who was looking at her with an amused expression that did absolutely nothing to hide how happy he was at the turn of events.

"Anything else I should know before we go in there?"

"I didn't tell her about your past. Somewhere between the pie and the coffee and the third coke I ended up telling her how we met, at least the bear story and she took that pretty well. But I didn't mention anything to do with New York or—"

Emmett cut himself off abruptly and then gnashed his teeth together in a way that he always did whenever the man that had made her what she was today was mentioned. Rosalie said nothing. Everything she had, had to say on the matter had been said to this man in front of her. There was no point in dragging up those memories for Emmett now. The last time she had done so was for Bella and that had been a useless exercise in a way because Bella had still ended up getting what she wanted.

But there was a sense here that everything had to be clean and out in the open between them. She felt that. Besides the girl was going to know her story one day. She read minds for crying out loud. Rosalie only gave it a few months before Lena with both her supernatural powers and her very human powers of persuasion got the entire story out of her.

And this was a story Rosalie wanted to tell her daughter on her own terms in her own time and in her own way.

"Give us a minute" she said to Emmett who nodded. His hand caught her left one. It didn't matter how many fancy engagement rings he got her over the years they played this human charade of getting married she still kept the original engagement ring on her left hand even if it wasn't on the ring finger. The single diamond was square cut on a gold band. It had been a simple ring for a simpler time when the world had been at war and it had meant more to her than the rest of the flashy ones but together. Royce had given her a flashy engagement ring and she had taken a great pleasure of putting that gaudy piece of trash on his pinky finger as she had deposited his body outside his father's office essentially started a course of action that saw the King Banks being taken to the ground.

And then she entered the restaurant.

It was not difficult to see Lena sat there. For a second Rosalie stood there and drank in the sight of the girl for the first time in two months. She looked a lot better than Rosalie had thought she would and that made her smile. Lena was the same person she had always been—supremely capable of looking after herself despite the fact she didn't need to.

Rosalie knew what that was like all too well.

Lena looked up and caught her eye. She didn't smile but she did push away her food. She didn't look as if she was itching for a fight either which was a far cry from how she had looked in those early days.

"Hello" Lena said as Rosalie slid down into the seat opposite her. Rosalie smiled at the waiter that was coming over and he rapidly turned the other way blushing furiously. Good that got them some privacy. She turned around starting at Lena who was watching her.

"How was Mexico?"

"Good, I mean all the travelling was just a form of escapism really. La Push was…ok…Embry and I decided we want to be in a relationship but were not going to do anything physical until I become my human vampire age so…I…I'm sorry for what I put you through I just…I had to clear my head and to think, get away and try and put things into perspective"

Rosalie took a calm breath—honestly she had no idea how Esme did this parenting thing. She wanted to both hug this insane little half human in front of her and throttle her at the same time for two months of utter terror that she was out there, alone, scared and needing…

Her mother.

But she wanted to do this clean and prepared and therefore there was one thing that she needed to do.

"Emmett has informed me that you…you want us to be your parents"

Oh brilliant Rosalie way to sound like an invigilator at an exam.

"If you still want to be my parents…then yes…" Lena said finally. "I know I've put you through a lot. And I know that I've been coy and unkind in some places and I'm not gonna promise you that I will wake up tomorrow and call you Mom especially not when I think of someone else who had that moniker and what she must have thought of me but…but I think that I have felt loved for the first time in my life. And that was with you and Emmett and…and I've got a long life to live. And if you want me, I want to live it with you"

There was a long pause.

Rosalie felt the harsh feeling in her throat rise as she knew that she was as close to tears as she could get. This was it. This was everything she wanted. This was the pinnacle of her human dreams. Granted it was not the same, there was no baby with her hair and Emmett's dimples and there was no grey hairs and people would always look at Lena and think of her as her sister and not as mother and daughter. But to her, to the supernatural community it did mean something. It meant that Lena Rodgers had chosen them…that she had looked at Rosalie and thought that there was something in her that would make a good mother. It was a powerful feeling.

And it was as close to the emotion, to the moniker as she would get.

If one day down the line she was Mom…then…then she could forgive Carlisle for her transformation, she could forgive her mother and father for their insane expectations, she could forgive Bella…for having the baby that she always wanted and perhaps one day she could let go of the anger, the bitterness, the vanity and the pride that had consumed her since that dark day in Rochester in 1933.

Thinking of that night forced her back to reality.

"I do want that" she said finally. "More than I can say. But…but I feel I have to share something with you because…because Lena if we are going to do this then I want to do this clean. I have to tell you about me, about my childhood, about my human life in Rochester, about how I became a vampire…I have…I have to tell you about Royce King II"

That precious little girl who was so close to being Rosalie's precious little girl tilted her head and watched her with those eyes and Rosalie shook her blonde hair again and then when she thought she was under enough control to tell this story without Emmett by her side (though no doubt he was listening and close to destroying property—as he always was when her human life was discussed) she began to speak about Rochester, about Vera and Henry, and about the man that had offered her everything and then had been the one to take it all away.

When she was done, Lena was still watching her. Her expression had changed more than a couple of times throughout the story and she was now silent tracing her finger against the condensation of the plastic cup.

"That'…that's terrible" she said finally. "And…and I get what that must have cost to share with me…but…but it doesn't matter to me"

Rosalie stared at her.

"It doesn't?"

Lena looked at her as if she had said something surprising.

"If you count my mother I have killed five people. Does that matter to you?"

"No" Rosalie said simply.

"Then why should your past bother me? It doesn't diminish you to me in any way. In fact the fact that you kinda killed him wearing a wedding dress is all kinds of badass"

There was a pause as Rosalie tried to comprehend that.

"Truly" Lena said a small smile playing on her face. "It doesn't matter to me Rosalie. It would never matter to me. It never will matter to me."

And with that she slid her hand over the table so that Rosalie could grasp it, which she did gratefully, they stayed that way for a moment and though it was early days, though it was not the happy ending she had dreamed off, Rosalie thought that there was something there that had changed.

Suddenly the future was a little bit brighter.

Everything was back where it belonged.

And there you are, i hope you enjoyed and as always i will endevour to update soon.

Next Chapter-Emmett, Rosalie and Lena adjust to their new family unit. The Cullens consider a move. Embry and Lena have a viritual date. And some research begins that allows the beginning of some closure.