Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight saga or its characters. The only things I claim as mine are my plot and any OCs I toss in.

The Move?

I sat on the floor, surrounded by piles of stuff separated by category and empty boxes of various sizes. So far, I had only had two boxes packed. One, I filled myself and the box Emmett grabbed from Charlie's.

I groaned. You would think my past experience with moving would make this easier, but I had gained a fair bit of items since I left Phoenix. Clothes first and foremost, of course. Accessories came in at a close second, unsurprisingly. Alice shopped for those, so naturally I could fill a small closet with the accessories alone.

They had a pile by themselves in the corner of the room.

At the moment, I was feeling a bit overwhelmed. Time for a short break.

I climbed to my feet, hissing at the pins and needles sensation in my legs. I'd been at it longer than I thought, then.

I descended the stairs gingerly for lunch, maybe read a book after if it's something fast and light. Lunch, I mean, though I suppose it could also apply to the book depending on the author. Either way.

I blinked in surprise as I rounded the corner.

Carlisle and Jasper were in the kitchen, talking and cooking. They worked seamlessly together; chopping, stirring, seasoning, frying, and flipping. They flowed around one another like two streams of water separated by a thin layer of sediment, easily passing by without colliding. So close to touching, repeatedly, but teasingly dancing away all the same. That was a good description also, a perfectly choreographed dance.

It was mesmerizing to watch.

"Its almost ready." Jasper murmured, tossing a small smile over his white t-shirt clad shoulder. The grey pajama pants hung low on his hips. He was barefoot, of course, as he often was when he didn't have anywhere to go.

"I have to say, I've never had two amazingly attractive men cook me breakfast before." I teased, stepping fully into the kitchen and sliding onto a stool. "I could certainly get used to this. Especially the view."

I winked when they turned, laughing and smiling.

They knew and I knew I didn't mean anything serious by it, a harmless bit of fun to lighten up an otherwise stressful day.

"I hope you like the Ravioli. We put a more pregnancy safe twist on it, so it may be different than you're used to." Carlisle smiled at me gently, a slightly self conscious tint to it I didn't see often. "There's also a Caesar salad, healthy for baby, of course."

"Just in case." I repeated the fond saying we'd taken up when making meals since the insemination sessions began.

"Just in case." He chorused, stepping away from the stove. The blue jeans and white t-shirt combination was different, but really nice. He had officially resigned and worked his last shift the day before yesterday, sadly. He'd been a bit more reserved and melancholy when he'd come in that night, but he slapped on a wane smile when he saw me and asked us all how our day went. He disappeared to his study for a while, Jasper followed him up after Esme came down and I didn't see either for the rest of the night.

Jasper served me a healthy portion of Ravioli and salad, both pressing a quick kiss to the side of my head before joining me at the breakfast bar. It was another habit Esme had started up, actually, that caught on rather quickly.

I accepted the fork held out to me, spearing a square smack dab in the middle of the plate and blew on it gently. It smelled heavenly, whatever they put in it complimented it. The bite, that first bite, sealed the deal.

"Marry me." I moaned, going in for another bite. My taste buds sang. There was the meatiness, the tang and acidity of the sauce, cheesy cheese, and there was the savory taste. I couldn't identify all of the spices they used, but I could pick out a few that were familiar. I never wanted to stop eating it, even for the fresh Caesar salad they'd also made me from scratch.

"I believe our wives would have something to say about that."

"They love me, I'm sure we could come to an arrangement."

"Sister-wives are popular in some religions. However, I doubt we'll convert any time soon. Sorry, dear."

I playfully pouted, sighing dramatically and returned to eating.

I cleared my plate thoroughly, unashamedly scraping sauce and small pieces of meat off of it. It was delicious and I never have been a fan of wasting. It earned me twin amused glances, which I stuck my tongue out at. My childish behavior was met with chuckles.

"What time are we taking off?" I asked, steering the conversation in a serious route. I was honestly curious how much time I had to literally and figuratively get my crap together.

I hoped for the lengthiest time imaginable, then tripled at least once.

"Later this afternoon. Say around five?" Carlisle answered, absently flipping the page on his book. If we sat down together for meals, he would work or read recreationally. He kept up with the conversation easily, sometimes setting whatever he was busy with aside if he became more intrigued with the subject matter discussed. Jasper was the same way, it was ridiculously common for me to forget they aren't blood related the more time I spend around them. They have many similar behaviors, it's endearing.

I groaned. That is too soon.

"I'd better step up my packing, then, if I'm going to be ready." I sighed, kissing them both on the cheek before I slid off my stool. "Thanks for lunch, boys."

The mock indignation on their faces sent me into a fit of giggles as I rounded the corner.

The giddy happiness and smile on my face died when I remembered the mess my room had become. I'd be sorting, tossing and packing down to the last minute since I took such a long break.

I sat cross legged in the spot I'd vacated for lunch and stared contemplatively at the piles I'd formed, mental cogs winding. What was so important to me, I would drive all the way back to this house just to grab it if I accidentally left it? What were my most precious possessions? What was excessive and would only weigh me down? What could I live without? Willingly give away without a fuss?

These were the questions I'd developed over the years to help narrow down what came and went when mom and I moved.

They helped, for the most part. When I was younger, I had a slightly more skewed view of what was labeled important and what wasn't. In my defense, I was six. I liked books as much as I do now and didn't fully realize the importance of things like underwear, socks, and toothpaste.

I can honestly say that I'm better at it, now. All those items are prioritized appropriately.

I had filled one box when someone knocked on my door.

"Come in," I called, knowing they could hear me.

"Would you like some help?" A familiar twang followed the opening and closing of the door.

The southern drawl made me pause, hands hesitating to lift the newly closed box. I turned, facing the blonde Texan. He was fidgeting in the doorway, shifting his weight and looking slightly uncomfortable. He didn't want to overstep his boundaries and the manners that had been ingrained in him.

"Would I ever!" I smiled at him, waving him further into the room. "I won't bite, I've already eaten."

He relaxed, walking closer, stopping a few feet in front of me. Seeing the closed box, he pointed at it. "Is that one ready to go?"

"Yeah." I scooted the second empty box to the middle of the floor with my foot and began my process again. I'd already done my toiletries and underwear, they were tucked in my suitcase first thing. I needed to decide what clothes I wanted in the suitcase and what could be stored in a box until later.

Considering I don't know what weather we'll encounter, it would be best to have at least one outfit for all weathers conditions in my suitcase. Experience had taught me that as well. I quickly chose acceptable outfits while I remembered why I wanted them, folded them neatly and placed them in one corner of my suitcase, leaving room for it to be rearranged according to immediate needs. Saved time and effort if you're in a hurry.

I started filling the box with books, the first editions and books I'd been gifted over the years were in the bottom. I'd look for any duplicates or books I hadn't liked as much as the others. If possible, I would fit my small movie collection on the top. I didn't have to be as careful of weight, because Carlisle insisted I take it easy, which meant I wouldn't be lifting the box or any others heavier than five to ten pounds. I thought it was silly and overprotective, but I was outnumbered and overruled by the rest of the family.

"Why don't you rest for a few minutes? I could do the rest of the boxes and finish faster." He suggested quietly. I don't know when he moved to stand behind me, but he pressed gently on my back in a prompt to sit on the bed.

I smiled. He thought he was being subtle, but I knew he was telling me to take it easy without outright saying the words. He knew I'd protest and fight him on it if he did. I decided to let him shoo me away, for now. "Alright."

I sat against the headboard, giggling as he gingerly picked up a book in each hand and held it up for my inspection. I directed him on which went where and he placed them accordingly. Not a single hiccup in the process due to his immaculate memory and no delay in instructions. Once he grew accustomed to their weight and felt confident he wouldn't break anything, he sped up and finished in ten minutes. The system repeated with each pile I'd separated until there was nothing left to sort or pack.

I glanced at the clock out of curiosity and instantly did a double take. We'd made incredible time, the mess I'd made packed in less than two hours from when I'd begun the second time.

"Did you take your vitamins?" Jasper asked, setting the boxes aside. "Carlisle mentioned that you need to take them every day and it was best to take them at the same time each day, if possible."

"Yes, Jasper." I answered, smothering a fond smile. "He did mention something along those lines, yes."

He half turned, but I spoke first.

"Before you ask, yes I took the supplements as ordered. Doctor knows best." I grinned at his embarrassed shrug.

It was sweet, him making sure I was taking care of myself.

I glanced at the boxes stacked neatly beside the door. Out of habit, I double checked the room as a whole for anything I may have missed.

As expected, nothing.

"That's it, then. I'm ready when you are."

I really would miss this house. This bedroom. Though, if all goes well, I'll have built a new home and new memories with my family.

"Is your study still open?" I asked, an idea forming on how I could spend my newfound free time.

"Yes." He raised an eyebrow, curiosity peaked.

"I would love it, if it would stay open for a little while longer, if that's possible." I wasn't above giving him pleading puppy eyes. I suspect they weren't necessary, but that didn't mean it wasn't fun.

"I don't see why not." He replied, striding over to my bedroom door and holding it open as an invitation.

A quick fist pump for victory and I scurried off my bed to join him.

At four o'clock on the dot, Jasper's head snapped up from his book, head cocked for a moment. He turned, an apologetic smile forming on his lips. "We're leaving in half an hour. Carlisle asks that we use it to tie loose ends, so to speak."

We officially closed the study, though I knew he'd move faster alone, he sensed I wanted something productive to do and met the family downstairs to go over the plans one final time.

I shed a few tears as we drove away, but they dried as fast as they fell.

Carlisle, Rosalie and Jasper drove the U-Haul trucks ahead of me.

I drove myself in Carlisle's car, since they thought it was a bad idea for me to drive mine, too recognizable because I've drove it everywhere for the last few years.

I didn't mind driving by myself, it meant I had a lot of time to think about things I hadn't had time to. I could also have first choice of music, because I didn't have a passenger to consider. Jasper and Rosalie had promised to take turns calling me on the hands free they had installed before we left the house.

It was sweet of them, but I would have been fine with just the radio.

I hummed along to a Green Day song I hadn't heard yet, Edward never let me hear their music because he thought it would fill my mind with un-ladylike thoughts and behaviour. Ugh. I still hated his guts, that hadn't changed a bit.

I had just completed a turn behind my vampires, when something hit the back left corner of the Prius.

Hard.

I lost control, tires squealing and heart pounding in adrenaline as well as fear. Another hit just above my right rear tire made the Pruis flip, landing with a loud metallic crunch in the grass on the side of the road. My windshield shattered and I cried out as my left side hit the door. I think some glass cut my face and right arm, but my head was spinning and I felt like I'd throw up.

Part of the car was suddenly wrenched away and a hand that felt way too hot yanked me out of the car. I was airborne, then my middle struck something hot and curved, knocking the wind out of me. Wind passed me and I moved, but I wasn't moving myself.

Snarls and growling hurt my ears, loud and behind me. I was thrown, my back connecting painfully with the harder ground. I cradled my arm and whimpered, I think it was broken. My side and back really hurt. Hot breath washed over my face, making me open my eyes.

A black wolf as large as a horse stood over me, teeth bared. The eyes I once thought were human and intelligent, were animalistic and filled with hatred.

I tried to scoot away as best I could, but he followed me, stalking me. Two more wolves flanked him, growling and baring their teeth at me.

I reached with my good arm, fumbling for anything to defend myself. I felt something, a branch as thick as my arm. I swung, hitting him right in the face. He jerked back, shaking his head and rubbing his face on his front leg to get splinters out.

I forced myself to my feet and clumsily jogged, cradling my left arm. "Jasper!" I screamed, hoping they weren't hurt or dead.

I fell, grunting as my forehead struck the ground. I rolled over, shaking the fog off. Sam had gotten rid of the splinters, now he Jake and Quil were preparing to lunge at me.

I closed my eyes, envisioning my vampire family, together and safe while I waited for them to tear me to pieces. I couldn't fight anymore, my arm was useless, and my body was too sore to cooperate.

No blows came.

I cracked my eyes open, and sucked in a breath.

Jasper was fighting the wolves, viciously swiping and kicking. Sometimes using his teeth if he was unable to free his arms or legs in time. His eyes were fully black, even where the whites of his eyes were meant to be. The forest was filled with his snarls. I cringed when he snapped a wolves neck, almost hearing the break from where I lay.

I think it was Quil. The others bore other breaks, front and back legs or ribs.

They retreated after a few moments, Sam howling to the others, if any survived.

I shifted and winced. I must've made a noise, Jasper's head whipped around, pitch black eyes locked on me.

"Major," I whispered, realization slamming into me.

Jasper had told me once about his time with Maria and that the experience had been so traumatic that he had developed another person to cope. The Major. A vicious, animalistic psyche that ran purely on instinct and war experiences.

A twig snapping somewhere close by had his attention, then he was in a different position in a blink. He crouched over me, his body tense and his stance screaming 'touch her and die.'

Carlisle carefully stepped out of the brush, hands up, head down and neck bared. He sank down to his knees and kept his neck visible.

"I am Carlisle Cullen, a physician. I mean the girl no harm, I only wish to help her." He spoke softly and slowly, his body language submissive and open. Calm.

A snarl was the Major's answer, his body crouching more if that was even possible, until he was closer to me.

"Search Jasper's memories, if you would, he will show you what he knows about me." Carlisle spoke softly and respectfully, never moving a muscle but his lips.

"Major, please. He can help me, if you let him." I carefully spoke, following Carlisle's example by speaking soft and low. I slowly moved my hand until I touched a part of his shoulder. "It's okay, let him help."

After a moment of struggling with himself, the black receded, the whites of his eyes became visible again. He straightened a bit and stepped back a few steps, allowing Carlisle to approach with his medical bag.

The first thing he gave me, bless his soul, was pain medicine. Although, it makes me groggy and tired.

I don't know when I fell off the proverbial cliff into sleep, but the last thing I saw clearly was Carlisle working on putting a splint on my arm.