I awoke looking at the back of a blue seat headrest, with a small television on it. It was displaying a children's program of some kind - bright, coloured, animated - and didn't warrant further attention. To my right was an oval window, shade down, and my arm, resting on an arm rest was unusually decroated with tubes, needles and tape sticking out of the back of my hand. I swallowed slightly, nauseated by the IV attachment point taped to my hand, apparently waiting for an IV to come along. I looked to my left and found Alice and Carlisle. Alice was dressed in scrubs, under a jacket - an unusual sight. Carlisle was dressed usually, but he still notably had his doctors badge and lanyard displayed. They were talking quietly to each other - words I couldn't hear. Wtf? I looked up at the seat in front of me again and found Ness' face peeking through it.

"Ah good. You're up." She smiled. I blinked and breathed laboriously in response. My lungs felt crushed and raw. My body felt battered and bruised. My head was swimming in a haze of confusion. How the hell was I on a plane?

"What's the last thing you remember?" Ness asked, and then I felt the dizzying whoosh of our body switch. I was suddenly looking at myself through the back of a headrest. I looked like shit. I was pale, pasty, bandaged. I definitely looked sick. My outfit, although immaculate and too stylish to have been chosen by me, sat awkwardly on my frame. There were bandages under my shirt too. I pulled my spirit body back through the seat, and found that I was perched unceremoniously on some businessman's lap, and I had pulled my head back out through his. Ness might be alright with that, but not me. I stood, walking out to the aisle, and then responded.

"I was at Jacobs." I started, Ness' face showed surprise, and then the memories began flooding in. "No... in the hospital."

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I had awoken first in Jacob's house and my surprise and rage had led to a confusing cacophony of light, heat, and pain. The next time I had woken was in the familiar and brightly lit Forks' Hospital. Ness had been there, along with Alice, Esme and Carlisle. Jasper had stayed out of the hospital, and away from all the temptation. I had woken there feeling exactly the same as I did now - so not much time had passed. Carlisle had given me a vague and positive diagnosis and prognosis, but I wasn't overly sure on the details. The only parts I focused on were the words he signed instead. Ness had saved my lungs from filling with blood by cauterizing an artery internally, and slowing my heart way down to relieve the pressure until I could get into surgery. Without her, I would have died. Ness sat, looking not as smug as I would have expected, sitting glumly in the corner. It was then that I had realised that Charlie and Jacob weren't there. It was all my brain had time for before I fell asleep again. When I next barely woke I was still in the hospital, and Charlie and Jacob were there, looking physically fine, but broken and exhausted.

"Is Billy okay?" I asked suddenly, recognizing the look of despair I had remembered. Ness smiled carefully through my lips and nodded once. I looked at her, and how strained she looked. I switched us this time, and gave her my best scowl. She leaned on the headrest, elbow to her head, trying to look casual and relaxed, but her body was tense.

"Billy is fine. Unhurt, except for some minor scrapes. Jacob is fully healed and wonderful as usual. Carlisle had to wrap up some fake bandages dipped in your blood to avoid suspicion. Their house is toast. Toasty and toast. But Jasper made a couple of discreet calls to their insurance company and they'll get almost triple what the place was worth - don't worry, and don't tell. None of that is the problem."

I waited, staring, breathing, avoiding wincing.

"The problem..." She sighed. "Is that Harry Clearwater had a heart attack that night. He passed away moments after I finished cauterizing you."

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The Clearwater's house was in full view of Jacobs. He had probably seen the blaze, and it had shocked him so much...

"I killed him." I whispered, full of pain. Alice and Carlisle's heads snapped my way, and Alice grabbed my hands reassuringly.

"Bella?" She asked, needing more clarification on the one-sided conversation.

"I killed Harry, didn't I?" I asked quietly, tears welling quickly, my breathing started to pick up, causing me more pain, and more tears. The seat in front of me became a confusing blur of blue, interspersed by white hands, grabbing my attention, delivering information.

No sweetheart. No no. It was an accident. A coincidence. There was nothing that could be done. Carlisle was there. Alice signed quickly. I swallowed painfully and rested my head back against the seat. I took a few more breaths before my brain finally clued in to all the visual cues I had been receiving. I was on a plane.

"How did I get here?" I asked quietly. Alice looked shocked, and anger flitted across her face.

"Renesmee said she told you." She muttered, dangerously I thought. Renesmee lifted her hands in surrender, and I stared at her, accusingly.

"Okay I may have pretended to be you for a little, but when you hear what went on, I think you'll agree with my decision to expedite the matter."

"Should I explain?" Alice began. I could tell she was frustrated.

"Ness is working on it." I said coldly. Renesmee stretched her neck, and began.

"Okay... so the problem is, you were kind of unconscious for nearly 3 days. Even in spirit form you weren't waking. I wasn't sure if it was the drugs, the trauma, the exhaustion, the distancing exercise you'd just completed, any number of factors. The point is, you were out, and we had a situation arise."

I raised my eyebrow. What could possibly have happened that I'd end up on a plane needing a fake medical transport?

"So... We aren't exactly sure how - possibly Garrett, maybe Rosalie, we haven't figured out the details yet... but Edward managed to hear about you being crushed in a burning house."

My chest tightened in a shocked and painful way. I must have looked or sounded something awful because Carlisle ended up in front of me, testing my vision, and pressing his hands against my chest. I managed to settle enough that he sat down again, asking the flight attendants for some water. Ness rubbed her chest, wincing too.

"Yeah, sorry - there wasn't exactly an easy way to break that to you." She moved on quickly, getting to the point fast to avoid angering me. She knew I'd stop her if I needed clarification. "So he managed to hear about you getting into the fire, and apparently called down to your house, but the landline was disconnected obviously, so he tried the police station. Whoever he spoke to was apparently relatively sparse on details because they may have made it sound like Charlie was at your funeral. So Edwatd thinks you're dead."

"Still not up to date with the plane thing." I reminded her as she took a pause to organize her thoughts.

"Well, Alice can actually explain that better than I..." Ness gestured to her. Alice was watching me, trying to get any clues out of what was transpiring.

"Ness says you can fill me in, after the whole E-Edward thinking I'm dead bit." I said, stumbling and wincing as the words fell out. Alice lifted her hands and began signing at once.

The two major problems with Edward, is that he's too fucking dramatic, and assumes he's always right. When he heard about Charlie attending the funeral and that you'd been crushed in a house fire, he just assumed you were dead. She was signing so vigorously that her spiky hair was bobbing.

"A fair assumption." I tried to reason. "From my understanding, I'm extremely lucky to be alive."

Fine. But it's the dramatic part that comes in after. Instead of calling us, or figuring out how to grieve, he wanted to join you.

"Join me? But vam-"

Vampires can't die. Yeah. He knows. Except you can, if you're killed by another vampire. And so off he flew to Italy to find the biggest and most-likely-to-kill-him-when-asked coven in the world. The Volturi. I had a vision moments after he made the decision. I thought I was asking you both if you were fine trying to rescue him, but apparently it was only Ness.

"No. No, of course I want to help." I interrupted. "But how?"

Well the problem is, Edward knows us too well. If we were to try and run in there screaming 'Bella's alive!' he'd jump into his plan faster than a lightbulb explodes. But you are evidence in itself. If you can get to him before he does anything stupid...

"Got it." I sighed. I was tired already, my adrenaline stocks used up over the course of the conversation. "Why the outfit Alice?"

Carlisle is transporting you to a hospital with a specialist. At least according to Charlie. Once we were out of sight, I got into scrubs. No normal medical transport would be without a nurse.

She'd truly thought of everything. Ness looked forlornly at me.

"Am I forgiven? I thought you'd want to act on this instantly, instead of waiting around for you to wake up..." If she hand't have acted on my behalf, we probably wouldn't have made it. But we would have to have a serious discussion after everything had calmed down about the massive breaches of trust occuring.

"Yeah it's fine Ness. But if you ever..."

"Understood." She swore, hand on heart, eyes piercing with truth. "Alice's visions are choppy, and pretty timely regarding Edward. We can't see the finale though because at some point your timelines intersect and things get blurry. She's counting on it being a good thing though."

"What's he doing?" I asked Ness, meaning Edward.

"Right now," Alice intercepted. "He's waiting. A few hours ago he asked them for the favor, and they're deliberating. Spiritedly. The longer they keep it up the better. This plane ride is a long one, after all.