Hi everybody.
I'm not feeling 100% at the moment. Just found out I got stabbed in the back from somebody I thought was my friend. Don't you hate it when that happens?
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Sorry for the absence of Emmett in the last chapter. But I think this chapter will make up for it.

Naomi xxxx

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Emmett's POV

Ah Saturday. In my opinion, the best day of the week. No boring old school, no homework (occasionally) and hunting!

But also, it's the worst day of the week. Because I don't get to see Skye. When I'm not around her, I feel kind of anxious; on edge. With her around, I feel like myself. She's so much like me in every way possible. Well, except for the fact that she's a girl. But that's besides the point.

I know the obvious solution. Why don't I go over her house for the day? Well, because I've done it every other weekend up to this point. I don't want her to think I'm some sort of stalker. I know it was stupid to think that, but I didn't want to ruin my chances. Who knows? Maybe she might, some day, feel the same way about me. I won't get my hopes up.

So there I was, sitting in our living room, motionless and listening to the sounds around me. I could hear Ed and Bells talking up in their room. Alice and Jasper were in the living room with me, reading text books for school. Honestly, does anybody in this house ever stop reading?

I was officially bored. I didn't get bored much; I usually found ways to entertain myself. But this particular Saturday was as boring as sitting through Trig. Which, mind you, was very boring. In fact, I would rather sit through Trig than be here right now. At least there would be something there to keep my mind from thinking about her.

I heard a phone ring upstairs. No doubt it was Carlisle's phone; some shmo asking for an appointment. Half the people who ever call for an appointment with Carlisle aren't actually sick; they just want to look at him for forty-five minutes. That's how I knew Skye's carer, Georgia. She was a regular caller.

'Hello, Doctor Cullen's office.' Carlisle said professionally. So different from his normal, casual voice.

'Oh thank god,' a girl said, 'hello I'd like to make an appointment.'

Hang on... I know that voice! It sounds slightly different on the phone, but it is definitely Skye. Why was she calling Carlisle? Was she hurt?

'May I ask with whom I am speaking?' Carlisle asked.

'Skye Hansen.' Skye said fast. She sounded so sweet over the phone...

'Ah, Miss Hansen,' Carlisle said, 'I've heard a lot about you. When would you like the appointment?'

'As soon as possible.' she replied. She sounded really urgent... what was wrong? Had something happened to her?

'Would three o'clock be an appropriate time?'

'Yes that's fine. I'm guessing you don't need to ask where I live?' Skye laughed. Well, at least she still had her humour.

'No, Miss Smith has made sure of that.' Carlisle laughed.

'Thanks heaps.'

'I shall see you at three, Miss Hansen.'

'Later.' Skye said, and I heard the dial tone.

At that point I was more than anxious. I was fearful. What had happened to Skye that made her sound so urgent? Was it serious? Or just a headache?

No, Skye doesn't seem the kind of person who calls a doctor just because of a headache. And she could have called any doctor in Forks... but she decided to call Carlisle. Was it something to do with our suspicion? About her, perhaps, being... half-vampire? If I could, I would have felt very nauseous at that point.

'Did you hear that?' Alice asked, closing her textbook.

'Yeah.' I said nervously.

'Calm down, Emmett. She's probably fine.' I heard Bella say from upstairs.

'How can you be so sure?' I asked.

'No seriously, she's fine. She didn't look any different.' Alice said calmly, opening her textbook again.

'You knew?' I asked, a little annoyed.

'Hey don't get all weird with me, Emmett. I only just saw it.' she said, putting her hands up defensively.

'Are you sure she didn't look any different?' I asked anxiously.

'Well...' Alice thought, 'she did look a little pale. It was still blurry though, so she's still human.'

Still human, I thought. So she thought she was eventually going to just... turn into one of us? Just like that?

'She looked pale?' I asked, 'do you know what that could mean?'

'You're so paranoid, Emmett.' Jasper sighed exasperatedly.

'You would be too if it was Alice.' I answered without thinking. Jasper stayed silent.

'Yeah give him a break, Jasper,' Edward's voice sounded from upstairs, 'I know how you feel, Emmett. You have no idea how it felt after I found Bella almost dead on the floor of that dance studio fifty years ago.'

Ugh, that night wasn't very pleasant at all. I try not to think about it, mostly.

'Thanks, Ed.' I said.

'Edward.' he corrected.

'Edward.'

We stayed silent for a moment. My fists, I found, were clenched tight on my knees. They were trembling. I've never been this worried in my life. It was odd. I mean, whoever said that Skye was in serious danger? Maybe she just hit her head or something? But for some reason... I just had the feeling that this was major. That this was something very important. I cannot explain how I knew... I just did.

'She's okay, Emmett. Really.' Alice said comfortingly. I lowered my head and looked at the floor.

'I sure hope so.'

Three hours later, I was still sitting in the living room, worrying. I knew it was stupid to be worrying so much... but it was hard. Well, what would you do if there was a chance somebody you loved was hurt? Exactly.

Carlisle appeared at the living room door, holding his bag.

'I'm off to Miss Hansen's house.' he informed.

'Come straight back when you're finished.' I demanded. Carlisle smiled.

'I'm sure she's fine, Emmett. If she wasn't she'd have called the emergency number. Yes, I will come straight back and tell you what is the problem.' he said soothingly.

'Thanks Carlisle.' I said, smiling back.

He nodded and walked out the door.

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It felt like I'd been waiting for hours for Carlisle to get back. Why is it that when you're having fun, time goes quicker... but when you're waiting for something major... it never comes?! It's so damn frustrating! Ugh.

'Calm down, Emmett.' Ed said from somewhere, hearing my thoughts. I always forget I'm not alone in my head.

I was still sitting in the living room when Carlisle finally got home an hour later. I had relaxed my fists a little... I didn't want to accidentally do any damage to anything. But compared to Skye's incredible strength, I was a little girl.

'What happened? Is she okay?' I asked immediately as Carlisle appeared in the living room.

'She is fine. Quite healthy, actually.' he said, with an amused expression upon his face.

'Then what's the problem? Is there a problem?' I asked. Surely Skye wouldn't have rung Carlisle up for nothing?

'I wouldn't describe it as a problem, exactly,' Carlisle pondered, 'more of a ... technicality.'

'What then?' I asked anxiously.

Carlisle took a deep breath, which was pretty pointless. He was obviously about to announce something big. I braced myself.

'Skye Hansen is, indeed, half-vampire.'

My jaw dropped.

Cliff hanger. Sorry, I couldn't resist.
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