A. I don't own the story nor the characters of Twilight. Those rights are solely own by Stephanie Meyer. What I do own is my characters and storyline that I wove into the twilight line.

B. I am hoping the next chapters will pick up speed. The story was only to be a fourteen-chapter story. I wasn't expecting the first three chapters to be turned into five instead.

Chapter 8

Autumn laid there for a minute and realized she had nothing clean to wear, and wearing the outfit for a few days made her feel yucky. Sitting up, she noticed two shopping bags. Autumn got up from the bed and looked into the shopping bags and realized everything was brand new. She quickly grabbed them and went into the bathroom showered and dress in about twenty minutes. The next ten minutes spent brushing out her wet hair and quickly braided it over her shoulder. Gathering her dirty clothes in the one shopping bag and the other things into the second. Slipping on her bookbag and grabbing the shopping bags, she walked out of the hotel room.

Peter moved over to her and took the shopping bags from her as she said, "Thank you."

His mouth curved into a please and happy smile. "Anytime little lady. Ready?"

"I am." They fell into step together, not speaking, but the silence between was a comfortable one that had Autumn feel wanted.

They reached the front desk, and Peter checked them out before moving them to the truck. He unlocked the door and placed her luggage into the bed of the pick-up. Before they climbed in. Once they were seated and buckled. The truck was started, and they pulled out of the hotel lot. They soon reached the ramp for interstate twenty-five North. For the next twelve hours passed in silence.

True to Peter's word for the girl, they only did stop for pitstops. Autumn found herself rereading her Jane Eyre book before she fell asleep. She never noticed when Peter got off the interstate and pulled into a motel. She had never even seen when he requested a room, and the hotel staff helped with their bags so he could carry her to their room and put her in the bed.

Autumn rolled out of bed and vomited all over the floor. Peter was there with a hand on her back, rubbing in soothing circles as she kept it up with tears falling. After what felt like an eternity, she leaned back against the bed spoke through sobs, "This comes so quickly and with no warning. It had my aunt's concern, but the doctors couldn't find anything wrong. I live it."

Peter hummed in thought as information slotted into place for him though it didn't make sense at the moment, and his eyes narrowed. "Peter?"

He turned to look at Autumn, "It's nothing, sweet pea? Ready to try to sleep again?"

After they climbed back into bed and after she had fallen asleep. Peter rolled out of bed, stood on the other side of the bed, kneeled, and looked at the vomit closely, and he realized something wasn't right about it. He stood and moved in less than a second into the bathroom and shut the door, "Dauris, I have another job for you."

"Two in less than two days, Captain, not like you." It was more of a statement, then a question.

"You don't need to rush on this. I need you to dig into the background of a person Autumn Moon o'Laighin now known as Autumn Moon Swan. Anything you can dig up on her or her family. Her father is the chief of police from Forks, Washington."

"Got it, Captain."

Peter snapped his phone closed, moved back into the room, and waited until four in the morning, he showered quickly, changed into his clean clothes, and went and shook Autumn awake. Ushered the tired, bleary-eyed teen into the bathroom. Autumn tiredly stepped into the shower. Never noticing that Peter had stepped into the room, grabbed her clothes off the floor, and went down the front desk and explained to them that his little sister had no more clean clothes. They will be getting to their families later on today. So they took her clothes and washed them for him.

Sometime later it Autumn stepped out the shower with her hair wrapped into a towel and one around her body and realized her clothes were missing and her blood ran cold. She huddled on the toilet what seemed like hours when it was only about an hour, and a knock sounded on the bathroom door.

"Sweet Pea, come and grab your clothes. I had them washed for you."

Autumn let out a relief, shaking breath. Standing, she moved to the door, opened a crack, took her clothes from his hands, and slammed the door shut again. Autumn shed the towels and dressed just as fast, and when she stepped out, Peter motion her to sit and ran her brush through her long hair and braided down the middle of her back.

They gathered up any belongings and left the hotel. Peter unlocked the truck, climbed back in, and they started the last twelve hours by the time they passed the welcome sign to the town Forks. Autumn couldn't believe how beautiful and fresh everything looks, and she set up in her sit excited and looked around in awe.

Peter had a slight smirk on his face before it disappeared. He slowed down to the speed limit and moved through the small town, and some people who were out stopped to look at the strange truck driving through. About four-thirty in the afternoon had them pulling up outside the police station and park. Autumn stared intently at the police station. Her breathing slowly started to become heavy, and her heart began to beat frantic almost right out of her chest. She was beyond terrified, and her skin was a ghostly white. She turned to stare at Peter, "What if he doesn't want me?"

"He will, it will take some convincing, but he will Autumn."

Peter opened the truck door, climbed out, walked over to the passenger door at human speed, and opened it. She lunged herself into his arms and whispered, "Stay with me." He smirked above her head, which turned sad.

"I cannot. But this isn't a goodbye, sweetpea. We will see each other again in the future. That I can promise you. Now be brave and go in there and speak to your father."

"Thank you for keeping me safe and taking care of me."

"You are most welcome."

Peter stood to his full six-foot height, pulled her out of the truck, grabbed her bags, and placed them at her feet. Brushing some hair from her face and put a lingering kiss to her forehead. He slid into the truck, closed the door, and slid to the driver's side and started the truck up and pulled out. With one wave, he was down the street and soon out of sight.

Autumn stared after him sadly, already missing him. She rubbed her chest a little before taking a deep breath. She moved up the steps and opened the door to the station she stepped inside.