A/N:

Hi y'all! I just wanted to let you all know that there will be more and larger time jumps in this story now because there aren't many chapters left at all. 3 at the most.

I loved hearing about all your ideas of what you want Emmett to get into now, and I hope that what I chose to include will satisfy ;-)

Title: Origins: Destiny in the Mountains

Author: MarieCarro

Beta: Alice's White Rabbit

Pre-reader: BitterHarpy

Genre: Family/Supernatural

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Emmett Brian McCarty never had much in life, but growing up poor didn't stop him from enjoying life and all its pleasures.

However, always seeking thrills most often means it will end badly, and one day, while hunting for game in the mountains, Emmett meets his destiny. Canon. ExR

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

CHAPTER 22

SATURDAY, JULY 25th 1970 – WEDNESDAY, MAY 25th 1977

"I have the papers," Jasper announced as he came through the front door. "I've already finished them."

"Well, I certainly hope you didn't make me look fat," I said with a high-pitched voice as he offered me an envelope holding a brand new birth certificate, passport, driver's license, and school records.

A couple of months prior, Jasper had suggested we hire a lawyer to start making forged papers for us as they would look more legit than what any of us would have been able to do. When Carlisle had opposed because he was reluctant toward bringing an outsider in on our secret, Jasper explained he would be the only one to personally meet with the lawyer and finish the papers himself. That way, while our names would be known, our faces wouldn't.

"Hey, why didn't I get straight A's like Edward?" I complained loudly and waved the offending paper around.

Jasper laughed. "Let's just say, you don't look the type."

I scowled at him. "I take offense to that. I am more than just a pretty face, you know. I'd like to be appreciated for my brains as well."

"You'll have to wait a long time then."

I gasped and put a hand on my chest. "You're a mean old geezer."

"Is that the best you got?" Jasper asked, his smile widening. "Wow, Emmett, you need to polish up on your insults."

"Are you giving me an invite?" I straightened my back and crossed my arms in anticipation, just waiting for him to take the bait. However, before he could even open his mouth to respond, Esme stepped in.

"Boys, please. I've got your real school records, Emmett." She handed me a new paper, this one with straight A's like the others, and took the apparently fake one Jasper had given me and crumpled it up in her hands. "It would be nice if we could maintain the peace for a little while in this house."

I threw my arms around her and swung her around until she lightened up and laughed. "Oh, Esme, haven't you realized by now that it's a lost cause?" I put her back down on her feet, and she gave me a pat on the cheek.

"I'll never stop trying. What kind of mother would I be if I can't get my children to behave?"

"The best kind," I said and leaned down to plant a sloppy kiss on her cheek. It caused her to laugh again, and Carlisle's lips twitched into a smile of his own. He always appreciated it when I made Esme laugh.

"Did Mr. Stephens act suspicious in any way?" he asked Jasper solemnly, but his smile was still in place.

Jasper shook his head. "He was nervous, but it was hard to say if it was because of my presence or because he's still establishing his new side business."

Carlisle turned to him, his eyes now wary. "Are you certain we can trust him? If he's new into the life of crime, he might turn nose at any moment." The paper in his hands was his newly forged medical license and diploma from Stanford. It was understandable he felt anxious.

"I doubt it," Jasper reassured him with a small smile. "Besides the fact that Alice saw everything go smoothly, Hugh Stephens is more afraid of me than the law."

"Oh, man! What did you do to him?" I asked in excitement.

"I hope you didn't hurt him," Esme reprimanded but did so rather lightheartedly. She knew Jasper wouldn't do that. We all did. Jasper's past didn't matter to us, and all of us trusted him implicitly.

"Of course, I didn't," Jasper said, but his smirk was still in place. "I didn't do anything he could detect. I simply gave him an extra dose of fear to amplify what he was already feeling. He doesn't know why he fears me, but he does, and he was very compliant after that."

"Did he pee himself?"

Edward grimaced. "Emmett, that's disgusting."

"What? It's a legitimate question!" I defended myself. "It's scientifically proven that under stressful situations, the inhibitory signals from the frontal lobe can be overridden by the limbic system, and when humans get anxious, electrical signals from the limbic system can become so intense that the brainstem has trouble following the frontal lobe's commands."

"When did you become such an expert on the human brain?" Edward asked, somewhat taken aback by my knowledge.

I winked at him. "You're not the only brainiac in the family, little brother." Even though the entire family had never, except for the occasional joke, questioned my intelligence, they all gave me a look that said they waited for me to tell them the truth since I had never studied medicine or human anatomy. I sighed. "Fine. I saw the entry about the phenomena in Edward's books while he studied."

"True as it might be, it's not of any interest whether Mr. Stephens urinated himself or not," Carlisle said, much more calm now that Jasper had properly assured him.

"Speak for yourself," I mumbled, and Rosie hid her smile behind her hand. At least, my wife thought I was funny, and as long as that was the case, I was more than happy.

{=DITM=}

"Tell me again why we're going all the way to San Francisco to watch a movie nobody cares about?" Rosie turned her head over her shoulder to look at Alice in the backseat.

"Because San Francisco has one of the few theaters in the country with the correct sound system needed to fully appreciate it," Alice replied with a wide smile.

"That doesn't answer my question," Rosie shot back and turned around to face the front again. "Why are we going to watch a movie expected to fail with the public? Isn't that a huge waste of time?"

"Not at all because it won't be a fail with the public, and this will be one of the few chances we get to see it without having to hustle with an excited crowd of hundreds of humans," she said confidently. "In two days, this movie will have blown up and will eventually go on and win several Academy Awards."

"Really?" Rosie clearly didn't want to believe her. "A movie about a war in space? What's this craze about space anyway? The humans don't even know a fraction of the world they're already living in, and they want to explore outside of it."

"It's only been eight years since Neil Armstrong landed on the moon, babe," I said, hoping to get her to understand why that was a really cool thing. "Back in our time, we barely dared to dream of leaving our hometown, and now humans are flying to the moon. Don't you think that's just a little bit awesome?"

"We didn't even have cars in my time," Jasper pointed out next to Alice. "Just imagine if humans had never invented the automobile. You wouldn't have been able to tinker on that Lamborghini of yours."

Rosie crossed her arms. "What does it matter if the world evolves around us when we're not evolving with it?"

I held in my sigh when I realized my angel was having one of her low-spirited days, and I knew from experience there wasn't much that could be done when she was like that. All I could do was be there and show support and allow her to vent her frustrations.

Alice and I exchanged a look in the rearview mirror, and I noticed how she glanced sideways at Edward on her other side. He was sitting quietly, looking out the window, and I had a feeling he agreed with Rosie.

When he heard my thoughts, he barely reacted, so I assumed I was correct.

"We're witnessing history in the making," Jasper tried, hoping to lift Rosie's mood. "That's got to count for something, right?"

The only answer she gave him was a roll of her eyes, and I immediately jumped in between by grabbing her hand in mine and kissing her knuckles. She always felt better after I reassured her I was fine with her mood swings.

We arrived outside the theater in San Francisco just a few minutes before the movie was about to start because the sun was still out, and we needed to move fast and not have to linger outside for too long. The large billboard had the title on it in bold, black letters, and the ticket salesman in the booth looked bored at having to work on a Wednesday night to sell tickets to a movie nobody wanted to see.

"Why do you think it's called Star Wars and not Space Wars?" I asked as we entered the lobby with our tickets in hand. "I mean, I think Space Wars sounds more encompassing."

Alice laughed. "You'll have to ask the writer about that, I think. I'm certain he's got a very logical thought behind the title."

We took our seats in the nearly empty theater and waited for the movie to start, and when it did, none of us with our enhanced hearing could have anticipated the surrounding sound of the music score and special effects of the light sabers and laser guns.

I, personally, thought the movie was beyond awesome, and I could fully understand why it was bound to become a success. I had never seen anything like it in my entire life, and that was saying something, being a sixty-two-year-old vampire and all.

After the show, I jumped around and made light saber sounds with my mouth and pretended to fight with an invisible enemy. While Edward sometimes played with me, he didn't like doing it in public, so he calmly walked next to me as I goofed off.

This, of course, made me target him as the Sith Lord I had to take down. "Ah, Darth Glass-Nut! We meet again at last." I pointed at him with my imaginary sword.

He tried to hit my arm away from him. "Stop it, Emmett. Before you expose us."

"Nay, nothing can stop me from defending the Force from the likes of you." I ran ahead to the car but only as fast as a human would have been able to, and then carefully climbed on top of the roof to not dent it. "You won't take this ship!"

Rosie stood and watched me with an amused smile and her arms crossed, but she didn't tell me to stop. Jasper and Alice laughed at me, so it was only Edward left, but he was a hard nut to crack.

"Jump off it! You'll scratch the paint," he complained even though it wasn't his car.

I placed two fingers against my temple and closed my eyes as if I was preparing to use the force. "C'mon, play along for just a second, Ed, and I'll stop. I swear!" I thought, and he sighed.

"Fine," he grumbled and looked around the parking lot for something to use. He spotted a discarded plank and discreetly broke it down the middle to create two long wooden rods. He threw one of them to me. "Jedi Guardian, you don't stand a chance against me! I am a master."

Inwardly, I cheered loudly. Edward and I circled each other as the others cheered us on, and occasionally, we took a jab with the sticks in our hands. When one of them splintered, both of us surrendered, and I contentedly ducked into the car's driver seat to take us back home.

A/N:

When Carlisle says: "If he's new into the life of crime, he might turn nose at any moment." Turn nose meant to give evidence or inform and is a term from circa 1809. Nose on its own is a 1789 word for a snitch.

I have the link to the Merriam-Webster page for those who are interested!

Confession time: I didn't see Star Wars until 2016, but after I did, I became a huge fan, and so this little tidbit in the end was just a given for me to include, and I got to write about two people fighting with light sabers, so I'm happy!

I'll see you next week!

Until then,

Stay Awesome!