Let's see...Yep, I think the title says it all.

They had to come back at some point.

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"You two don't look like you got much sleep." My father said when we both arrived for breakfast. Stephen and I threw a quick glance at each other but didn't say anything as we finished our plates.

"So, what's your plan for today?" My mother asked.

"We're going to go watch some movies on the computer." I mumbled. "Movies…? You should show him the sights," My mother said.

"That's the plan for tomorrow. I'm still kind of jet-lagged, so we decided to take it slow today." Stephen said into his bowl of scrambled eggs.

I kept a close eye on him as he pushed his bread around, looking lost.

I frowned and looked down at my own toast. It didn't feel like he'd gotten over what had happened last night.

Hulk…smash!

"Ok," I said, pushing the volume button up. Stephen looked up at me from the floor where he'd been lounging for more than half an hour. "Ok, what…?" he asked.

"Ok, what's your take on this?" I asked.

"Ok, what's my take on what?" He asked.

I deadpanned, looking at him with my 'not amused' look. He sat up straighter. "Look, T, I just want to get this over with." He said. "It won't be over with. The psycho sent vampires after us and now she's sending humans." I hissed.

"Then let's tell the cops,"

"Yeah, cause that will work," I scoffed.

"I don't know why you ask me things when you don't want to know what I think!" he said, angrily.

"That's not true! I value your opinion; just like I valued…everyone else's."

The mood suddenly sobered as we both looked at the Avengers smashing up the city.

"I just don't like to think that we'll never see them again, you know. Bella, Ben, Angela…" He mumbled.

I stared at him. "I never knew you felt like that." I said.

Stephen looked at me for a long bit.

"When I got there, I woke up in Ben's room. He's this tiny little guy you know. I came across him being a bit ganged up on a couple times too. It got me protective. So, I spent some of my time trying to get to know the characters better. When I found out about you, I was…thrilled, I guess. That didn't mean I was just about to forget about the people I met…you understand, don't you?" he looked up at me with his big beseeching eyes and I sighed, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

"Of course I do, Steph," I sighed.

You cannot be serious, her mind hissed at her but the woman hissed right back.

Her hair stood on edge and her eyes roved maniacally but she needed to do it.

She had suffered; so…so much…and now the girl and the boy thought they could live their own happy little lives? As if, she had something to say about it and she would have a say in it.

They had no right to torment her and her beloved and keep at their apple pie lives.

No…oh no, no, no…they were going back. They were going back.

They were going back!

The woman's pupils dilated as she stared at the photos of the boy and the girl. The first picture was of them as children, the next were of them before she'd sent them to her precious world and the last were of them fresh out of the hospital. Three timelines, three breaks in their souls, three losses in her repertoire…it almost seemed poetic to her.

She supposed six months was time enough for them to get comfortable enough.

What better way to torment them and get her work done by just sending them off now, without a warning; without even a hint of their impending return to her world…

After all it was her world…

She would make that world perfect… no matter the time, no matter the patience, no matter who paid the price…

When I woke up, I was on my side, with a blanket thrown over me while Stephen was curled up on his side, his back to me. I frowned as I looked around. The walls were a pale yellow…why were my sea blue walls yellow? I sat up and let out a low gasp. My window was gone, replaced with a small French window leading outside…and it was raining outside…

I rubbed my eyes and cast a look around as I shook Stephen awake.

"Go away…" He groaned.

"Steph, wake up, something's wrong,"

"Yeah, ok, go back to sleep,"

"Stephen, it's raining outside."

"I'm not getting wet."

I scowled heavily and pulled in my leg before snapping it at him, kicking him clean out of bed.

Stephen rolled off, his back hitting the wooden floor first, his long limbs flailing helplessly as he tried to grasp at something for support. He failed miserably as he lay sprawled on the floor. After a few shocked silent moments, he let out a low groan.

"There is something very wrong with you, you know that?"

"I know; now get up and look out the window." I said, sliding off the bed as he got up too, stretching his back. His gaze fell on the window and he froze.

"Is that…?"

"Yep,"

"It's raining. What the…? You don't think…?" he looked at me with his jaw hanging open and I moved to the other side of the room, grasping the knob. "Only one way to find out," I muttered.

"You can't just open the door!" Stephen hissed but I'd already thrown the door open.

The hallway was silent and smelled strongly of damp. "Ok, if we get hammered to death by some psycho I'm never forgiving you." I heard Stephen mumbled but I'd already stopped.

"The room's made up, the house is decayed. This is all wrong." I said.

"T, I don't feel so good about this." He hissed and I turned to him. "Since when do you get scared?" I hissed right back. "Since I had my neck snapped by a freaking vampire!" He said and stopped, grabbing my hand and looking straight ahead.

I was about to turn when I heard it.

"Hey, you're awake!"

My first instinct as ever was fight. Even as the brown skinned boy drew closer I was whirling around, my hand smacking right into the boy's solar plexus.

"Whoa!" I heard him huff as I backed up against Stephen. "What was that for?"

"Who are you?" I asked, lowly.

"Embry…my name's Embry, could you back up a little, I'm not a leech." He said. I froze and looked quickly at Stephen just as his eyebrows rose in recognition. "You're Embry? Like the -," I stopped myself from saying werewolf in time and instead said, "Guy from Sam's group."

He nodded and rubbed his midsection. "Now, if you're done hitting me, come with me, Sam and the others want to see you." He said, turning on his heel and walking away.

With a quick glance at Stephen, we followed.

If I'd ever been intimidated by the concept of werewolves, it was nothing compared to how I felt when Stephen and I emerged out of the run down cottage to face about six to seven men, standing in a curve looking at us curiously.

The only man who had a relatively less curious look on his face was the man in the wheelchair, smiling softly at me in fond recognition. "Hello Tulika, it's nice to see you again."

I bit my lip, looking down before smiling up at the weathered man. "Hi Billy; it's nice to see you again too."

His eyes were filled with remembrance, affectionate and gentle as they roved over me while he drew closer on his wheelchair. "Have you been well?" he asked.

I shrugged, "As well as I could be, I guess, oh this is Stephen," I introduced and Billy nodded, stretching out a hand.

Stephen hesitated for just a second before giving him a firm shake, drawing away quickly.

"He is like you?" Billy asked and in that second any doubt that he didn't know about me ceased. I gave him a short nod which he returned and turned to the Pack.

"There is no threat about them. You do not need to worry about them."

The oldest, who had to be Sam, stepped forward. "Are you sure, Mr. Black?" He asked.

"As sure as I can be; Jacob…?" he called and my eyes widened as the familiar, grinning face of Jacob Black appeared amid the other strange faces.

"Hey, T, you didn't tell me you were so special," he called.

"Well, I don't know about special; but she's got a damn mean swing." Embry said, still holding his torso. "Yeah, sorry about that," I said, scratching the back of my neck.

"Don't worry about it, about time I met a cool girl."

He was met by disapproving looks from Sam and Billy, a scowl from Stephen and Jacob and eye rolls and sarcastic scoffs from the rest of the pack.

"Yeah right, Embry, like she's ever going to go for you." One of them called back.

"You're on, Quill," Embry broke into a chase and they both ran into the woods where I could hear them loudly cat calling each other.

I felt Stephen inch closer to me.

"We're back, aren't we?"

My shoulders slumped at the heaviness in his voice.

"Yes, Steph, we're back."

The ride back to the reservation was tense. Stephen and Jacob sat in the backseat of the Rabbit while Billy insisted on driving and me riding shotgun.

"And Charlie did mention that you will be returning soon," he finished before lapsing back into silence.

"Billy, how long has it been?" I asked, hesitantly. Back at home, it had been 6 months…was it possible…? "Six months, we were hoping you'd be back sooner though," it was Jake who answered and Stephen and I exchanged a look. If time was similar here to our world why were we only in a coma for weeks?

"So, you're taking us…to Charlie's place?" Stephen asked, finally opening his mouth.

"Yeah, unless you want to go somewhere else…" Billy's voice was heavy with implications and they were all aimed at me. I didn't acknowledge them though; I just turned and stared out the window.

Did I want to see the Cullens? Yes, God yes, I wanted to see the Cullens…or for a more precise component; I wanted to see Edward. That in itself was not the problem. If I wanted to see Edward, all I would have to do was borrow a car and drive to their house in the woods. That would be laughably easy. I would knock on their door and they would open up and they would exclaim in joy and hug and gasp around me. I would look up and Edward would be standing on the stairs gaping at me before he would rush me into his arms and all would be forgotten…

I smiled wryly, that was the dream I suppose…and it was also stupid.

I knew it wasn't going to happen that way. There would be questions, answers, more questions, I-don't-knows, anger, pain…yet; here I was, taking solace in fabricating fairy tales.

Maybe I was being such a scared cat was because even when I'd dreamt of seeing him again; I'd steeled myself. I'd told myself it was stupid, I couldn't have him in my life; I was going to have to move on.

Maybe, somewhere in my heart, I had taken my own advice…I'd steeled my heart…I'd blocked myself away from him.

It had been a way for survival…it had kept me sane.

"We're here," I jolted away from my morose thoughts and looked at the Swan House. Gosh, it seemed bigger than I remembered. Had they renovated?

Billy and Jake stayed in the car while Stephen and I got off. "Won't you be coming with us?" I asked. Jacob and Billy looked at one another. "We have a meeting; we have to reorganise everything around your arrival." Billy gave me a meaningful smile and I stilled.

"Billy…do you mean, you knew…?"

"Roosevelt and I have known each other for a very long time…longer that I have known Charlie." He said and rolled up the window. I watched as they drove away.

"Well, if the Wolf Pack wasn't paranoid before, it definitely is now." I muttered, looking at Stephen as he let out a low whistle from between his teeth. "Hey," I reached out and took his hand. "You don't have to do this if you're not feeling ready," I said. He stared at me for a bit before shrugging.

"If it were Cullen; would you wait?"

I paused, watching his expressions carefully. "Maybe…if I wasn't feeling ready," I said. He looked up at the house once before pulling his hand from mine, stuffing both of his in his pockets. "We don't have a lot of choice. It's either this or sitting on the porch waiting for them to find us."

If I was expecting anything from this, it definitely wasn't him walking up to the Swan door and pounding on it with his fist. I shuffled on my feet before quickly hurrying after him as a familiar stumble was heard from behind the door. If it had been six months earlier, I would have face-palmed, but now the sound only made me more anxious.

The door opened and – of course – my breath caught as I waited for the onslaught.

Dun! Dun! Dun!

So...T and S are back in Forks or rather the world of Twilight!

Did it hit them hard?

Are they comfortable with this new change?

Or have they finally moved on?

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