Bella and Jason have arrived in Washington for Thanksgiving and Billy's tribal sendoff. I tried to find a good place to break this up into a more manageable read, but I wasn't happy with anything I tried. So, you get this monster of a chapter.

Chapter 9

Bella – Disturbia – Rhianna

Edward – Waiting – Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

BPOV

I stepped out of the sliding door and onto the wet curb. Blinking furiously against the drizzling rain, I squeezed Jase's hand a bit more securely, thanking my lucky stars the flight went as well as it did. Jase was very well behaved in most circumstances, but he did not tolerate long flights well. I was grateful his Grandma Dwyer was the "thinking ahead" type and sent me a care package the day before we left. I was thrilled when I opened the box and found themed coloring books, picture books, small toys, packaged finger snacks and a huge box of new crayons. I hid them in his backpack and greatly enjoyed the moment he opened it on the plane to find his new treasures. It had kept him busy most of the flight. I would definitely be sending Grandma Dwyer a lovely thank-you note as soon as possible.

Dodging hurried travelers with scores of rolling luggage, Jase and I huddled closely against an overhead support, scanning the rolling traffic, looking for signs of a familiar vehicle. After a few minutes, a brisk honking startled me out of my trance, and a dark green truck pulled in front of us. A very excited Seth stuck his head out the window and grinned a huge 500-watt smile.

"Hey, gorgeous, need a ride?"

I couldn't help but grin back. Seth's enthusiasm was always contagious. I watched in awe as he ambled out of the cab and wrapped his long, muscular arms around me in a bone-crushing hug. He was taller than the last time I'd seen him.

"Can't breathe, Seth!" I grunted.

"Oh, Bella! I've missed you so much. Charlie had a last-minute crisis at the station and asked me to come get you. You're still in one piece, and you're speaking in coherent sentences, so I'll assume your flight went okay." He finally released me but continued to look at me with smiling eyes as he reached for the luggage. Jase could only stare at the huge man standing in front of us.

"Wow, look at you, Jase!" Seth boomed. What a little man you're becoming." He stuck out his hand to shake, and Jase took it warily. "I bet Bella counts on you to take good care of her."

"Yeah," Jase answered proudly. "She needs me to help her all the time." He looked over to me and smiled.

Seth grinned wider, and his eyes were twinkling. "Well, let's get you out of the rain and on the way home before all these other cars start honking." The security guards around the entrance were giving us the eye. I was betting Seth's size had something to do with it. Seth quickly stowed our suitcases under the hardtop, and we all piled in.

I could always count on Seth for pleasant conversation. The hour-long ride back was spent catching up on Forks gossip. Seth seemed to be his usual exuberant self, but I thought I detected a hint of worry behind his eyes. Of course, the sendoff for Billy was discussed. I had never seen a tribal ceremony before, and despite the circumstances, was looking forward to it. I planned to spend the long weekend comforting friends and visiting with family. I know Sue would appreciate an extra hand in the kitchen as well.

Jase fell asleep on my shoulder halfway there and started to stir as we rounded the corner coming off the highway. I looked around, noting how everything had stayed exactly the same. Newton's Outfitters was situated on the right, looking quiet in the pre-holiday lull. I knew from experience how the black Friday sale would bring a crush of business that would remain steady clear through the middle of January. I wondered if Mrs. Newton would have enlisted Mike to help out. I smiled as I thought of my old part-time job and if I should try to stop by to say hi to everyone.

The bank I used for my meager earnings sat almost directly across from Newton's. I glanced over the parking lot and noticed Mrs. Stanley's grey Lincoln parked in her usual spot. I remembered her concerned looks as I stumbled in to deposit my check on paydays. Despite being the town gossip, she was a caring person.

I glanced over to notice Seth's gas tank riding on empty. He didn't seem inclined to stop at the town's only gas station, but I insisted he do so. He looked at me suspiciously but complied. Before he could protest, I had my bank card swiped and quickly dodged his protest as I all but ran into the convenience store to use the restroom. Everything in the store was the same, and I nodded to the familiar face behind the register. The memory of this place was overwhelming. A few years ago, it seemed I was constantly in here, pumping my Chevy full of regular unleaded. Of course, later, I was here with Edward quite often as we stocked up on items to take on picnics and day trips to Port Angeles. My emotions were starting to swell. I really didn't want to go there.

We were soon on the road to Charlie's house, and reminders of my few years here were everywhere. Charlie's house quickly came into view, and Jase was hopping up and down on the seat. He and Charlie were not only best buds, but close fishing buds as well, and they absolutely could not wait to hit the lake. They made their plans over video chat, and Jase had talked about it nonstop for the past week. Charlie heard the gravel crunching under the truck's tires and rushed out the front door.

"Bells! Jason!" He opened Jase's door and swept him up in a warm hug. "Give Grandpa Charlie a big hug! I've sure missed my fishing buddy! Still up to going out tomorrow?"

These two wasted no time. Jase was beaming.

"Yeah! I can't wait!" Jase exclaimed. I knew Charlie had planned on purchasing a new rod and reel for him and was itching to get down to Newton's. He finally noticed me holding my bags and set Jase down. He smiled as he pulled me into a big, encompassing embrace.

"So good to see you again, Bells." I closed my eyes and soaked in his warmth. He smelled exactly the same as always. It was a mix of laundry detergent, old spice, and that special masculine "dad" scent that was all his. It was very comforting. "Thank goodness the emergency at the station was an easy one. I would have been disappointed if I missed you and Jase pulling in."

He pulled away and I smiled as he grabbed my bag in one hand, put his arm around my shoulder and led me to the front door. I could hear Jase and Seth laughing ahead of us as they scrambled through the house. I sighed as I took in the inside of the house from the front door. Coming back here was always bittersweet.

Much of the house had stayed the same. Charlie still had his comfy sofa and easy chair angled toward the flat screen, and his leather jacket and utility belt hung on its peg by the front door. It was obvious, however, that a woman's touch had added some softness to the utilitarian bachelor pad. A colorful quilted throw and a few candles had been added, as well as a framed mirror and pictures on the wall. I was glad my succession of school portraits had been moved to the hallway. In its place were framed portraits of dad and Sue's wedding, as well as pictures of me and Jase and Sue's kids and relatives. The whole place looked cozy and welcoming.

I made my way to the kitchen for a glass of water and stopped in my tracks. It took me a minute to take in the shocking changes. The faded yellow cupboards had been painted a beautiful sage green. The appliances had been upgraded, and tasteful throw rugs, curtains and linens blended well into the new color scheme. A new dark pine table and matching chairs had been added as well. I was in awe. The whole kitchen looked straight out of a show room. I could feel Charlie move up behind me and heard his low chuckle.

"I know, it takes a minute to soak it all in, doesn't it?"

I turned around to stare. "Boy, I'll say. It looks great, dad! I'm assuming this is Sue's doing."

"You know it. I don't have to tell you how lousy I am at the whole decorating thing, but Sue has a knack for it. Plus, she told me that if I expected homemade meals from this kitchen, it had to be 'up to standard'."

I didn't miss the huge grin on his face, or the reverent way he said Sue's name. Dad wasn't outwardly mushy about anything, but it was obvious how in love he was. I couldn't help but smile, and I gave him another quick hug.

"She's so good for you, dad, and I'm happy you have each other. Plus, I can't believe how much better I sleep at night knowing you're being fed properly." He smiled at my teasing and feigned offense with a dramatic eye roll.

"Oh, come on, now. Pizza and the diner's blue-plate special count as food."

"I'm sure Sue would beg to differ. Speaking of which, what does she have planned for tonight? Do I need to get something started?"

"She should be home from her shift at the hospital soon, and she specifically said, and I quote, 'Don't you dare let Bella start slaving in the kitchen after the long flight she's had. Make her rest, and I'll take care of everything when I get home.'"

I chuckled at my dad's new exuberance and smiled at the twinkle in his eye. Sue had definitely been good for him. I found a glass and had my drink. I could hear Charlie calling Jase from the backyard where he was chasing Seth around and they both ambled toward the door.

"Bella, we're going to rush over to Newton's before they close. You'll be okay settling in before Sue gets home?"

"Sure, dad. Take your time." Jase let out a squeal, and I could hear the nonstop line of questions pouring from him as they both took off in the cruiser. I smiled at the thought of five-year-old Jase interrogating the seasoned cop. Jase was always so excited to come here, and I was sure the verbiage would be constant until we got off the plane in Rochester.

I placed my glass in the new dishwasher and turned to see Seth leaning against the doorframe, smiling with his arms crossed over his massive chest.

"It's good to have you home, Bells. Your flight with Jase went okay?" Seth was like a brother. He and I had the type of relationship where we could tease each other, and oftentimes it got pretty crazy. It was all in good fun, though.

"You bet. In fact, you would have paid good money to come with if you knew how hot the flight attendants were."

Seth barked out a laugh. "Probably. Pickings around here have been slim lately. Speaking of fresh meat, I know Brady will be glad to see you. He's been bugging Charlie about coming over for your next visit." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "I do believe that boy has a crush on you, Miss Swan."

I groaned. I liked Brady okay. I had known him briefly during the whole Victoria mess. He was the last to phase, and the youngest at only fourteen at the time. We had seen each other intermittently through the years. He was sweet, and we were friendly, but I wouldn't exactly call us friends.

I did notice in the last few years that he was becoming unusually shy around me. He would hang back whenever I was around, and would say very little, but I would often catch him staring. He would smile apologetically and blush. At first, I thought he was angry with me for something until I had asked Jake about it. I was prepared to hear explanations of unresolved anger about the "vampire army war" that I knew was very much my fault, or outrage that the "wolf mom" had married the "vampire girl's dad," or some such thing, but much to my surprise, Jake had thrown his head back and laughed.

"Bella, have you no sense at all? That boy isn't angry with you. He's in love with you." The look on my face only made him laugh harder.

"That's insane! He's a teenager!"

Jake wiped the tears streaking down his cheeks. "Yeah, but he obviously has an appreciation for hot older women." Jake ran his eyes over my jeans and blouse. "Damn, Bells, have you looked at yourself in a mirror lately?"

I knew he was teasing. "Okay, enough, or I'm telling Julie!"

He choked back into a small chuckle. "I know you wouldn't, because you love me too much." He grabbed my head into the crook of his elbow to give me an awkward hug.

"Of course, if you knew the details of his explicit 'Miss Swan' fantasies, you may change your mind, he's very imaginative, you know…"

"Jake!" I knew my face was beet red.

He shrugged, and I wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug smile off his face. I punched him hard in the chest and smiled evilly as he winced. I was sure it hurt me far more than it had him.

Of course, being around Brady was as awkward as ever after that, and both Jake and Seth took every opportunity to tease me. I could only imagine the torture Brady endured.

I pulled my mind back to the present. "Well, you know me, Seth. Adolescent boys just find me irresistible." I rolled my eyes. Boy, was that the truth. Jeffrey Manson practically tripped over himself trying to work his way into my good graces, and then there was Edward. Technically, he wasn't a boy, but that was how the world saw him. I shut that thought down immediately. Denial was such a good friend.

Seth laughed. "Well, just a heads up. Brady will be at the memorial service and sendoff ceremony. I could run interference for you if you want. You know, you could sit on my lap and kiss me every so often. That would deter him, for sure."

I shook my head. "Selfless as always, Seth. No thanks."

He grinned widely. "Never let it be said I'm not willing to sacrifice for my step-sis's benefit."

"Don't ever use the word 'sis' and the phrases 'sit on my lap' and 'kiss me' in the same sentences, Seth, that's gross. Why don't you make yourself useful and take my bags up, please?"

Smirking, Seth grabbed both bags and quickly ran up the stairs, his long legs easily taking three steps at a time. By the time I made it up, he had both suitcases sitting on the bed and I immediately took my toiletry bag to the bathroom. I looked around the small room and a deluge of memories washed over me.

I sat down on the twin bed. Seth had planned to move into my old bedroom after dad and Sue married, but that hadn't lasted long. Quil and Paul had come over to repaint the entire room, and even with a new mattress and bed linens, Seth complained that the room still reeked so strongly of "leech" that he couldn't stay there. He told Charlie some story about wanting to be close to the res school and so he was going to finish out his last year with friends. Sue knew the real reason, of course, but Charlie, wanting to spend time alone with his new wife, didn't put up much of a fuss.

The room was different now. Sue had worked her magic in here as well. The rocking chair was gone, but the same bed frame, bookshelf and desk were still there. The whole room had been rearranged. A dark grey tone had been painted on the walls and a new masculine comforter, throw rug, pillows and curtains had been added. It was too bad Seth couldn't stay here. It was a nice room. I unrolled the sleeping bag from where Seth had put it on the bed and laid it out on the floor for Jase.

Seth hollered from downstairs that he was going to Thriftway for Sue, and if I wanted to come along. I thanked him, but what I really wanted to do after such a long day of traveling was to clean up in a hot shower. I rummaged through my suitcase for clean clothes and made my way into the bathroom. Thankfully, Sue had kept the towels, soap and toilet paper in their usual places.

With wet hair and feeling a bit more relaxed, I sprawled out on the bed and stared at the room around me. No matter how different it looked now, being in this room always made my heart ache. It was impossible for me to be here without thinking about how many times Edward had climbed in and out of that window. He had held me for countless hours in this bed. He had told me he loved me. I had loved and trusted him with every bit of my heart and fiber of my being.

I could never forget how absolutely destroyed I was when he lied and told me he didn't want me anymore. I laid on this very bed in a zombie state barely holding my insides together. Charlie, feeling way out of his depth, begged Renee to come and take me to Florida. I had hurled curses at both of them as I threw the mother of all fits and insisted I stay in Forks, angrily tossing every piece of clothing I owned out of the dresser and the closet.

Looking back, and knowing what I now knew, going to Florida with Renee probably would have been a good idea. Working through my pain on a sunny beach would have been much better than drowning in this small dank room, having no hope or happiness.

But then there was Jake. He saved me from myself, and he helped to heal my heart and find some measure of happiness. I wouldn't have had that in Florida.

I thought back to that bleak time six years ago. I had finally come to accept that Edward would not ever be returning, and I had resigned my life to what it was: a shell. I did my best to move on; I worked hard to act normal. Everyone had thought I had healed and was somewhat happy, but I knew I would never be the same. I accepted Jake and the pack's friendship, picked up the scraps that were left and did my best. It was all under false pretenses of course, but as long as I was the only one who suffered, it didn't matter.

I thought I was doing reasonably well until fall arrived, and it came time for me to move across the country to start college. I knew no one and was horribly homesick the first few months. I missed Charlie and Jake. Without my usual support structure, my unresolved feelings of rejection and abandonment came back in full force. I distinctly remembered the day I woke up after a particularly disturbing Edward nightmare, and scared my roommate with a hysterical crying jag. I was determined to exorcise my Edward demons, but I knew I couldn't seek professional help. In order for therapy to be effective, you had to be honest. I knew that spouting off about a vampire boyfriend would set me on the fast track to a straitjacket and a padded room. There was really no one I could turn to for help, except myself.

I spent my free time in the library or surfing the Internet researching depression and various treatments for abandonment issues. I was fascinated. So much so, I briefly considered changing my major to psychology. I tried a few of the suggestions, took everything one day at a time and slowly began to work my way through. It wasn't the same as working with a professional of course, but my nightmares gradually lessened, and I finally stopped seeing Edward in everything. It was a relief to not constantly feel the pain, but I was never able to fully exorcise Edward as far as relationships were concerned.

I made a decided effort to date and get to know people, but Edward was still the gold standard to which every guy was compared. I didn't like that about myself, but I couldn't help it, and of course, no guy could possibly measure up. Still, I had lots of girl and guy friends, and even had a few steady boyfriends. For the first time in a long time, I was reasonably happy.

Everything changed, of course, with Renee and Phil's deaths. I'll never forget the phone call. I flew to Jacksonville immediately and spent the next week working through their lives. Thank goodness Charlie came to help me. I was numb with devastation and grief, but was somehow able to sell the house and settle the estate. The only good thing to come through that mess was Jase. I adored my baby brother.

I fell in love with him when I came to help Renee with the birth and stayed for two weeks after. She sent pictures and kept me current on his development, and I was always shocked to see how much he had grown between visits.

I still had a year to go before I graduated, and was very young and inexperienced with kids, but the thought of putting him in foster care or up for adoption sickened me. Despite everyone telling me I had to look out for my own future, I just couldn't do it. He was my brother, and I was determined to do right by him.

Life sorely tested my resolve that next year. Thank goodness Renee and Phil's estate came through probate in a timely manner, because I couldn't work while attending school and the childcare expenses were staggering. Somehow, through it all, we bonded and grew close. I wouldn't have changed a thing.

One unexpected side effect of Jase's presence was how it affected potential relationships. That sweet little boy repelled men so strongly it was comical. Sure, guys were interested in me until they saw the safety seat in the back of my car. After all, what young 20-something guy wants to deal with kids? Thankfully, David was past all that, and at an age where he was planning to have his own. We talked about that possibility often. He was sweet and thoughtful, and the only man I could compare to Edward, and that thought terrified me.

I knew that loving and committing to David long term made sense, and Jase and I would have a good, happy life with him. My feelings for him, however, weren't nearly as deep as the love I once had for Edward. I knew that. It hurt me to know that I couldn't love David with a fraction of the measure I knew my heart was capable. When did life become so complicated?

I had no idea how long I had been lost in my musings, but I could hear the front door open, and a cheerful, "Bella? Are you here yet?" floated up the stairs. Sue had come home from her shift. Smiling, I swiped the tears from my cheeks and made my way to the kitchen. Sue turned to hug me and asked about my flight. She always had such an easy manner. She changed from her scrubs to comfy jeans and a t-shirt and we both set to making dinner. I voiced my admiration of the new kitchen, and I listened as she explained the whole process. Soon the conversation turned to dad and Jase.

"It doesn't surprise me one bit that they're not back from Newton's yet," Sue said offhandedly. "He's been talking about upgrading Jase's fishing equipment since the last time they went. I don't need to tell you how serious men can be about their toys." Sue chuckled. "I'll bet money that man has charmed Mrs. Newton into keeping the store open a bit longer just so those two can try out the new tents and sleeping bags as well."

I chuckled as I tossed the salad. "Dad is very much looking forward to taking Jase fishing tomorrow morning."

Sue's mood suddenly turned melancholy, and I immediately turned to look at her.

"You know, since Harry and Billy have both passed on, Charlie doesn't get out to the lake as often as he used to." I could see the sadness in her eyes.

Right on cue, dad and Jase pulled up in the cruiser and I could hear Jase's excited pitch all the way up to the front door.

"Bella, Bella! Check out the new fishing pole I got!"

We spent the next twenty minutes opening bags and going through the new fishing gear Charlie had purchased. Charlie's entire face radiated joy as he watched his surrogate grandson's exuberant display. Jase was way over-excited as he speed-talked his way through his new gear and tackle.

"Jeez, dad, are you planning on putting all the Newton's grandkids through college?" I teased. "Does he seriously need all those fancy lures to catch one fish?"

With mock distain he tore his eyes from Jase's happy smile and looked over to me.

"Fishing is an art, Bella. Different fish require different lures."

"Yeah, Bella," Jase interjected, "Charlie only wants me to learn so I can feed myself for a lifetime."

I looked over to Charlie with my eyebrows hugging my hairline. "You didn't."

Charlie's smile stretched clear across his face. "I did."

Just then the timer on the stove went off signaling the beginning of dinner, and we all made our way to the table. Right on cue, Seth ambled through the front door, grocery bags in hand. He sniffed the air with delight.

"I can smell dinner from the street. Lasagna! Yum."

"It's uncanny how that boy always arrives right as dinner is being served." Sue shook her head. "Don't forget to wash up, Seth."

I couldn't help my grin. Seth wasn't a boy anymore. He hadn't looked like a boy in years, and Sue was still ordering him to wash up. I guess moms never fully outgrow their roles. Seth and Jase both headed up to the bathroom.

Charlie was still grinning as he put his arm around my shoulder. "I haven't taught him the fisherman's motto yet."

I looked at him suspiciously. "Do I want to know?"

Charlie drew himself up to his full height and puffed his chest out as he proudly boomed in a deep voice, "I fish; therefore, I am!"

"You sound like a cheesy bumper sticker." Sue chuckled at my exaggerated eye roll as she pulled out the lasagna. I hid my smile as I sliced up the garlic bread and set out the butter.

Of course, most of the dinner conversation revolved around the fishermen's trip the next morning, but Sue did mention that Leah and her new fiancée would be arriving in town later that evening. It would be too late to stop by for a quick hello, but we would be seeing them later at the gathering. They would be staying on the reservation with the Calls. Thanksgiving potluck was planned for 2 p.m. at the Uley's.

After dinner had been cleared away, Dad, Jase and Seth spent the rest of the evening trying out their new gear in the backyard. Sue and I spent time putting together various salads and baking pies. We could hear jubilant laughter filtering through the back door. As Sue finished her humorous story of a very cantankerous older patient she was currently nursing, her expression grew serious. She glanced over to the back windows and turned to face me. Her voice dropped down a few decibels.

"I know you keep in touch with Jake, Bella, but just so you know, the pack has gone through a few changes recently." I knew exactly what she was talking about.

"Yes, I know. Sam has stepped down, and Jake is the new alpha."

"That's true, Bella, but that's not what I was referring to." She had my full attention.

"What do you mean, Sue? What changes?" I was suddenly anxious.

"We've had a few more pups join the ranks." I stood there shocked; my mouth open.

I wasn't sure I wanted to hear the answer, but I couldn't stop the question.

"How recently?"

"Four days ago, Alan Gorman and Mark Pohler phased." Her penetrating stare seared through me. "We haven't had any new transformations in over five years."

I knew exactly what that meant. There was a vampire in Forks.

"Tomorrow will be intense, Bella, there is a lot going on, but just so you're aware, there was a murder on the reservation three weeks ago." I sucked in a breath.

"It was on the border, and way out into the forest. Elder Littlesea's cousin was hiking with some friends and didn't make it back. We thought he had just lost direction, but when he was found, the body had been mangled. It was blamed on a wild animal, but we all know better." Sue looked out the window. "There was no blood, Bella. Nowhere in or around the body."

EPOV

I decided to leave for Forks a day early. It had been six years since anyone had been out to the house, and I was certain it would need some maintenance before it could be habitable.

The family and I traveled to the airport together; they would be boarding their flight for Zimbabwe, and I would be headed in the opposite direction to Washington. Our flights were only twenty minutes apart. I looked at Alice and raised my eyebrow in question. She closed her eyes and looked through all her recent visions. She had nothing new to show me. I wasn't sure if this was good or bad, but I smiled in thanks to her anyway. If she saw anything new, she would call. We all hugged and said our goodbyes.

Seattle's thick gray overcast and patter of light rain hit me just outside the doors of Sea-Tac airport. I smiled into the gloomy afternoon, feeling like I was experiencing a long-awaited homecoming. The heady feeling settled deeper as I passed Fork's sign just outside of town. My rental car sped quickly through the rivulets of water flowing across the road. I looked around and took note of the small changes over the last six years. There certainly wasn't much to see. This insignificant little town, however, would always be home to me.

Coming upon the obscure turnoff to my family's property, I was forced to park the car along the road. Even I was shocked to see how extensively the vegetation had choked out any hint of previous habitation. Of course, this was not a hindrance to me. I took off at vampire speed, following the familiar route to the house. Working my way through the chest-high grasses, weeds and low-lying ferns, I finally stood on the front porch and surveyed the property.

I slipped my key into the lock and slowly opened the front door. In complete juxtaposition to the world outside, the inside was a perfect embodiment of that fateful night so long ago. I gazed around me taking in the scene like I was looking at a perfectly roped-off display in a museum. Everything was exactly the same.

My piano stood like a sentinel just off the foyer. I gently ran my hand along the smooth polished wood and slowly picked up the small picture frame still perched there. I gazed into the smiling face of a younger Bella as she sat next to me on this very bench while I played one of my compositions for her. I remember in clear detail how Esme had, in a flash of spontaneity, snapped a quick photo of us "in the moment."

I remembered that day and how we had spent the lazy summer afternoon swimming in the river and had gone for a picnic dinner in our meadow that evening. It had been predicted a perfect night for stargazing. I pointed out the various planets and constellations, but ended up watching everything reflected from Bella's eyes, simply because I couldn't tear my gaze from them.

Staring at her image, I could clearly see the love and admiration in Bella's face as she watched as my hands move across the keys. My image was, of course, looking at her. How in the world had I managed to find it in me to leave?

I set the frame back in its place and lightly ran my fingers across the keys. My beautiful Steinway was out of tune. I would need to remedy that as soon as my other tasks were complete. I had planned to spend a good deal of time working on my new composition.

I began pulling sheets off the furniture. Dust bloomed in clouds that momentarily hung in the air, swirling softly before slowly settling to the floor. I made my way around the room opening curtains and windows. The house smelled like a tomb: musty and lifeless.

I needed to change my clothing into something more suitable for yard work. I zipped up the stairs to my room and stepped inside the door. I was unprepared for the shock that hit me. Bella's scent still permeated this enclosed space. I walked to the center of the room to the large four-poster bed. I purchased it after we had returned from the hospital in Phoenix. I knew Bella would be spending time at the house. Still weak from her injuries, I wanted a comfortable place for her to rest. I had pictured her reclined and relaxed on a mountain of pillows while I sat close by reading her favorite books to her. I had wanted to spend long afternoons holding her on this bed discussing music, art, and, I had fervently hoped, our future together.

The bed had also been a convenient place for Bella to actually sleep when she spent girls' nights with Alice. I chuckled even now remembering the incredulity Bella displayed when Alice insisted on pedicures, new hairstyles and dress-up sessions with newly purchased clothing. Alice was skilled at getting what she wanted. Bella was weak and laid up in a cumbersome cast, and was helpless to stand in her way.

Esme would try to make it up to Bella in the morning with breakfast in bed. Bella, of course, would balk at the attention, fearing she was imposing. Bella would have really been incredulous had she known it was all an elaborate pretense. Esme loved to cook, but rarely had the opportunity, and Bella was the perfect subject for her deeply rooted nurturing instincts. Plus, I loved to feed Bella.

Breaking through my reverie, my curiosity peaked, I made my way through the room to the bed. We had all left so quickly, I wondered if Esme had changed the bedding. I removed the draped cover, pulled down the comforter, and slid my nose along the sheets. Although faded and a bit musty, Bella's scent was still there. I stripped down to my boxers and slid in, burying my face in the pillow.

Bella would be in town tomorrow, and I would continue my self-appointed role as her protector. I needed to get started on my chores, but for now, I wanted to stay right here in my memories.

I laid in my bed for most of the night. I was so lost in my musings I didn't even realize what time it was until a faint blush of light peeked its way over the horizon. Shocked that I had lost the night, I propelled myself from the bed into the closet. I took so little with me when I had left, most of what I owned was still here. I located a faded pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt in the far corner drawer. Alice was insistent we all keep a few old things around to work in. Of course, "old" to Alice meant last season's designer casual wear.

Hurrying out to the garage, I located the tools and equipment I needed, and set to work. Moving at vampire speed, it still took me most of the day to complete my chores. I had to admit, though, the house and property looked much more habitable when I finally finished. All the weeds and grass from the yard and meandering roadway had been cut back. Esme's numerous rose bushes, hedges and gardens had been pruned, weeded and tamed. I had even washed and oiled the windows and repainted the house porch and garage. I stood back to admire my work and smiled.

I meandered through the house on my way upstairs, looking for anything that needed repairs. After hooking up the utilities, I took a few minutes to dust everything and refresh the carpets with the vacuum. Esme would be pleased. I then closed all the windows and set the thermostat to a comfortable level. The temperature didn't matter to me in the least, but we were always scrupulous about making sure appearances were in place. One never knew if unexpected company would stop by, especially now that Alice wasn't here to give forewarning.

I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I started humming in spite of myself. I missed Bella, and I would finally see her tonight. Granted, she wouldn't see me, but just the thought of perching myself right outside her window where I could listen to her heartbeat, and if I was lucky, some sleep talking, made me giddy.

Glancing at the clock, I noted the time. It was late, and Bella would be at Charlie's house by now. I dressed, shrugged into my jacket and propelled myself toward her house at fast as I could. I felt swells of excitement pulsing through me. Nothing in the world felt as natural as moving closer to Bella. Just like magnets coming together, I could almost feel the currents of attraction drawing me closer to her. Only moments later, I was standing in the tree line next to Charlie's house.

The first thing to hit me was an overwhelming pungent dog odor. I was horrified to realize I had smelled the disgusting stench before. It took me a few moments to place it. Not dog – wolf. I launched myself nearly vertical into a tree a little way off from Bella's backyard. I opened my mind wide and far to gather as much information I could. Close proximity and the knowledge that Bella could be in danger had me on edge.

All seemed to be quiet. I caught Bella and Charlie's scents as well as a few unfamiliar human scents as well. I could hear the boy's deep breathing and rhythmic heartbeat as he quietly slumbered in Bella's bedroom. Sitting stone still, I settled in for a night of guarding Bella and the boy, but I could still hear the conversation emanating from the front yard.

"It was so good to see you Julie! I still can't believe you came by so late, but I'm glad you did." Bella leaned in to hug a blonde woman. She appeared to be in her late twenties, was tall and had an athletic build. Her bright grey eyes shone with excitement; her cheeks were flushed.

"I'm just sorry Jake couldn't make it with everything going on, but I couldn't not stop by. I suppose he'll settle down long enough for you to see him a bit tomorrow, though."

"He better. We're only here a few days, and I'd really like to talk with him about some things." Bella's face had suddenly lost its smile, and the two women looked at each other with concerned apprehension.

"Oh, hey, now, none of that. You know his situation is what they all live for." Julie said. Bella gave a defeated shrug. I was nearly assaulted with the sudden images going through the woman's mind:

Four huge, bare-chested, dark-skinned men wearing cut-off shorts marched in grim formation, headed into the thick tree line. Their sharp howls pierced the forest the moment they disappeared. Then Julie pictured herself staring into the face of a dark-skinned man, taking careful note of the exhaustion lines and dark circles around his eyes.

"He got away from us, Julie, but don't worry, babe, Paul's crew has this next shift, and they've got some great leads. I just need to rest my eyes a bit, and then I can head back out later."

Julie's memory shifted as she recalled black eyes rimmed in red and a sneering smile from an impossibly handsome white face.

"Why hello, sweetheart, know where there's a place around here to grab a quick bite?"

Julie visibly shuddered and paled, and I nearly fell out of the tree. An unknown vampire was here? And this one confronted the alpha's mate? Sure, nomads came through occasionally, but normally did not bother to stop in small towns. They favored larger metropolitan areas for hunting grounds. If someone disappeared in a smaller community, it was more noticeable. Even newborns quickly learned that street dwellers, drunks, drug addicts and prostitutes were easier to pick off, their disappearances rarely noticed or questioned if they were. Who was this rogue?

I was thankful I had decided to spend the holiday here instead of Africa with my family. I needed to protect Bella and the boy from this unknown danger. Settling into my perch, I waited and observed, casting my senses out to their fullest, taking in every detail. Nothing would escape me, and they would remain safe.

The strong wolf scent had dissipated slightly, and I knew whoever had been responsible for it wasn't currently around. It was a slight consolation. I heard Bella's conversation with her father and his new wife. They indulged in family news and polite chitchat until Bella announced an hour later that she needed to go to bed. I listened as she trudged up the stairs, changed into her sleep attire and attended to her human needs. Moments later, Sue quietly knocked on Bella's door and sat down on the edge of the bed. She studiously gazed at Bella's worried face.

"Julie was right, hon, it's way too premature to be worrying about this." Sue laid a hand on Jason's side and spoke in hushed tones.

"Yeah, I know, but I can't help it," Bella sighed. "I've seen too many vampires in action to not be a little concerned." I grimaced. Yes, she had definitely seen my kind at their worst. My worst. She had cause to be concerned. "You know, it's funny. I live and work in New York, where nothing ever seems to happen, and I come home to this tiny backwater town, where mere hours after my arrival, mythical creatures are closing in." Bella let out a small, amused grunt. "How do you stand to be in the center of it all, Sue?"

Sue's face slowly lifted in a morose half-grin. "I have no choice, Bella. My home and loved ones are here, and this is where I am needed. I may not be able to fight the problems from the front line, but I certainly offer support where I can."

Bella looked down to the floor, avoiding Sue's gaze, and sighed again.

"You know I really love you, dad and the pack, too, but is it wrong to say that I don't miss any of it?"

"Not at all. In fact, I would be worried if you did. We all have different callings, Bella, and yours is to love and care for Jase as far away from all this craziness as possible; although, we are grateful you put up with it on occasion to visit."

As it was meant to, Sue's comment coaxed a reluctant grin from Bella. "Thanks, Sue. You know Jase loves you and worships Charlie. Plus, it's a relief for me to know dad is being taken care of. You're so good for him. And, I like having a mom again."

A tender look crossed Sue's features. "Oh, Bella, none of that. You're going to make me cry." Inhaling deeply, she placed a hand on Bella's knee in a friendly gesture.

"Okay, we need a change of topic." She gave Bella a knowing look. "I want to know all about this hot young doctor you're dating."

Clearly caught off guard, Bella bristled. "Seriously?"

"Exactly. How serious are we talking here?" Bella blushed intensely at Sue's intentional misuse of the word. I shifted on the branch, making the leaves quiver slightly. As uncomfortable as this turn of conversation was, I needed to know the answer as well.

Bella's look instantly turned skeptical. "How do I know you're not going to go right in there after we're done and tell Charlie?"

Sue shot Bella a look of utter disbelief. "Are you kidding me? Queen secret-keeper right here! Plus, as your honorary mother, I feel it's my duty to make sure your man is treating you right, making you happy and using protection." Bella immediately blushed an impossible shade of red.

"Oh, honey, I didn't mean to embarrass you. You know, I have these conversations with Leah all the time. I just need to know everything is all right. And you know I won't tell Charlie. He really doesn't want to know these things anyway."

"I know, Sue. It's just – I guess I really don't know how I feel about David. Can you believe that? He loves me so much, he tells me all the time, and I feel guilty not being able to say it back. He treats me like a princess, Sue, and you should see how wonderful he is with Jase. He would make a perfect husband and father, and here I am floundering around like a beached fish. What in the world is wrong with me? Why can't I feel that way about him?" Giving her a look of sympathy, Sue gently pat Bella's back in quiet understanding.

Bella's voice dropped to a near-whisper, "Plus, we haven't, I mean, we're not…um, doing, well, you know." Her face flushed the impossible shade again. A sudden wave of relieved euphoria washed over me, and I had to grip the branch to keep from falling off.

Sue stared at Bella in utter disbelief. "Nothing? Nothing at all?"

Bella just stared at the carpet. "Um, kissing and a little touching, but nothing beyond that."

Sue's mind scrambled to grip what Bella had told her. "Oh, honey, you have had experience with this, right?"

"Well, of course I have! I'm not totally inept!" Bella immediately closed her eyes in mortification.

Sue switched to a soothing tone. "I'm sorry, Bella, I really don't mean to embarrass you. What I meant was, there is absolutely nothing wrong with little, or even no experience, it just would have been a bit unusual is all. I know this is something you have no desire to discuss with the "step-mom," but know I am here if you need to."

"I'm sorry, Sue. I'm just not used to this, but can you see how frustrating and confusing this is? I feel something for him, but I don't know what it is. I can't give myself to him in any way until I've worked this out somehow. It's not fair to him, or to Jase to have me sleeping with men in uncommitted relationships. I just don't know what to do."

Sue leaned forward and tenderly swiped away the tear running down Bella's cheek.

"Considering how unsure you are, it's probably a good thing. Please don't worry, sweetheart. I'm sure things will work out."

I gripped the branch again as a thought borne of pure discernment made its way through Sue's mind.

"Is there someone else, Bella?" Surprised, Bella's eyes snapped up to Sue's knowing gaze. I moaned as a litany of possible suitors flitted through my mind. Had anyone caught her fancy? What unknown number of rivals would I be forced to contend with?

Knowing her silence was telling Sue way more than she intended, Bella looked down at her hands.

"I don't know how much you know about my last year here. You know, my senior year of high school?"

"Not much, only that you had seriously dated someone for a while and was forced to break up when he moved. I guess you didn't take it too well?" Bella nodded and her gaze fell over Sue's shoulder. Somehow, I didn't think she was looking at the wall.

"Yeah, you could say that."

"Just so you know, Charlie has completely respected your privacy, and hasn't told me anything about what happened back then, and I haven't asked."

"I know, and I appreciate it. This is just so hard to talk about."

Bella kicked off the comforter and began to pace the room.

"The 'someone' I dated was Edward Cullen." A wave of shock crossed Sue's face.

"Edward Cullen? Doctor Carlisle Cullen's boy?"

"Um, yeah."

"Bella, you know about the Cullens, right?" Her meaning was unmistakable. Macabre scenes of stalking, enthrallment and bloodlust skittered through her mind.

"Yes, Sue, I know what they are, but that's not who they are. I was in love with Edward, and his particular 'condition' didn't bother me in the least. I was prepared to spend the rest of my life with him." Her voice turned to a near-whisper. "And I thought he felt the same."

Good heavens! She actually wanted to become one of them? To her credit, Sue immediately blinked away the shocked expression.

"But he left," Sue surmised. "I knew why the tribal elders encouraged everyone on the rez to be treated at the outpatient clinics rather than the hospital. Harry even insisted I transfer out to the Makah clinic. I do remember the celebrations were quite, ah, spirited when they left. So, I guess that was about the time you…?" Sue left off with a wave of her hand.

"Yeah. Sam found me comatose in the woods behind the house. I stayed that way for four months."

"I heard about that, but I had never connected the two. Wow, you really took it hard."

"I did. It's still hard to think about."

"I don't mean to sound calloused, Bella, but I'm having a hard time understanding how a girl getting her heart broken is different from any young teenager's story. It's been happening since the beginning of time and is even considered a rite of passage of sorts. The teen experience isn't complete without a broken heart or two."

Sue leaned from the bed to grasp Bella's hand. "It's how we learn, sweetheart. We've all muddled through the mess of heartache to find our way to the ones we're meant to be with." A small understanding smile curled the corner of her mouth. "Bella, it's been six years. Don't you think it's time to give your heart to a man who loves you and Jase with all of his heart?"

Memories of a very intimate dinner with Doctor Sutton, Charlie and Sue flitted through her mind. Snippets of conversation and the approving look on Charlie's face stabbed through my gut. They both liked him. A lot. The interior of the restaurant caught my attention. Bella Italia? Knowing this was the same place where my monstrous nature and fated intentions to my beautiful Bella were revealed, and the place where my chief rival had won the approval of my love's family had me shaking my head. Could Fate's cold irony be that cruel?

Not being able to let go of this old relationship isn't healthy. How would she react if I suggested therapy?

Sue's discernment impressed me. I could see why Bella chose to confide in her. She was indeed a good woman, and I was glad Bella had someone she could go to for sound advice. As much as she loved Charlie, this conversation would have never happened if he were the only option. I didn't, however, like that Sue had biased opinions of my family. If Bella were inclined to take her advice, and considering the respect she had for her, it was a good possibility. Sue's opinion would sway me from Bella's favor.

"That's just it, Sue! I spent the last six years building my life and getting past all of the heartache. I truly thought I had. Despite everything, I'm right back at square one, unable to trust my heart to the man, who for all intents and purposes, is the obvious choice. It's a complete no-brainer!"

"You haven't seen the Cullens in six years, Bella. You need to let go." The therapy idea was sounding even better to Sue, and she was contemplating how to bring it up.

"Um, well, Sue, that's not entirely true." Bella immediately looked to the floor.

Sue noticed Bella's discomfort, and a look of apprehension flittered across her face.

"What do you mean?" Sue said. Bella was still unable to look at her.

"They're in Rochester. All the kids are enrolled at Westmore, and I teach Edward in my fifth period class." Sue's jaw hit the floor.

"Oh, Bella."

EPOV

As soon as I could hear Bella's rhythmic breathing, I carefully scaled the outside wall and peeked in the window. The boy was deeply asleep; his daytime activities had obviously worn him out. I took a good look around the room. It had changed considerably, and Bella looked almost strange sleeping amongst the new décor. I remembered the many times I had crept through this window to be near Bella. She didn't know of my visits in the beginning but welcomed them later when she did. I wanted to open the window, climb through and be as near to her now as I was then, but I promised I wouldn't come into her house, or Charlie's house by extension, without her knowledge. Sneaking back here seemed like a huge step backward.

Bella was safe, and she and the boy were sleeping soundly. I sighed again and made my way back to my perch. As I kept vigil, my mind wandered back to what I saw in the Alpha's mate's mind. She had been personally confronted by a rogue vampire right outside of her home. He had to be new to this life. I recalled Julie's memory, and something about the look on his face and in this vampire's red eyes made me wonder if he had been mentally disturbed in his human life. In the last second of her memory, a streak of dark brown fur jumped over her, and lunged. I was glad that the Quileutes, and Bella by extension, had protectors to keep them from harm, but the rogue was somehow able to get away. I wondered if the alpha would be amenable to accepting help. I didn't know who this vampire was, but I couldn't take the chance that the next time he got away, Bella or her child could be his next victims. Until he was gone, they would be in danger.

A/N: So, just to be clear, Edward isn't there to spy on Bella, or eavesdrop on her conversations. He is there to protect her but can't help what he hears. He really is trying to earn her trust but is sometimes a bit obtuse on how he goes about it. Poor boy still has a lot to learn.

Bella and Charlie are referring to the old adage, "Give a man a fish, you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish, you feed him for a lifetime." Also, the fisherman's motto, "I fish; therefore, I am!" is a real bumper sticker I still see on occasion.