Disclaimer: Meyer owns Twilight, I don't... otherwise I'd have done some major improvements on Edward and Bella.
A/N: For those who have read the previously written one-shot -this chapter is brand new and unseen. heh...
I jerked my head up—my legs still spread apart, with Edwards' fingers still inside my shorts—and saw the three Cullens standing in my doorway.
"Oh!" I screamed, and pulled my tank down.
I tried to sit up, but the two Edwards weren't moving aside.
Alice, Jasper and Emmett stared at me, their faces holding a mix of horror and amusement.
"That's my girl!" Emmett was the first respond, much to my embarrassment. "Way to take advantage of the situation, Bella! You're a genius!"
"Ugh, Edward, please release me!" I pushed at both of them, but they weren't moving an inch.
"I am not done with you yet," said Hornyward, licking his lips hungrily.
"I love watching you writhe in pleasure." Voyeurward nodded at me.
I turned beetroot red, as I heard Emmett's laughter. God, I would never be able to face him again.
"Get away from her!" Alice told the two Edwards sternly, as she walked up to my bed. "Bella, are you okay?"
"Okay?" Emmett hollered from behind her, "She's a frickin' demo for post-orgasmic glow!"
I struggled against the Edwards again, but they had me pinned down on the bed.
"Get the hell off me!" I yelled with frustration.
I started kicking my legs, my breath coming out in heavy pants now.
"Move! Get away! Emmett is watching you, you fools! Everyone is watching!"
I thrashed about wildly, like a seizure had gripped me.
Alice smacked on their heads then, effectively breaking their hornball spell.
"God, I know we wanted you to break out of your repressed Victorian shell, but this is so out of line, Edward! Just leave her be, now!" she cried, pushing both of them off me with a flick of her hand.
Wonderwoman was real afterall.
Jasper and Emmett had left by the time I clambered off my bed, much to my relief.
I suppose they were downstairs, trying to administer some control over the multi-Edward chaos.
And Alice shunted all the Edwards off from my room, for which I was immensely grateful.
I righted my clothing, blushing furiously as Alice closed the door and came to stand beside me.
"I'm so sorry, Alice, I'm really, really sorry," I began chanting, hoping to explain the reason behind my sudden carnal explorations.
But she nodded at me and raised a hand to shush me.
She didn't look annoyed, but I was so damn mortified that an apology looked the appropriate thing to offer.
"Bella," she said in her perfect tinkly voice, "I understand. I'm trying to get a hang of it. And I don't blame you. You're free to explore all sides to your boyfriend."
She winked at me, and I groaned in despair. If only I could take it all back.
The embarrassment was just too much, especially considering the fact that I was going to live with it for an eternity.
I knew Emmett would relish to keep reminding me of it some way or the other.
"No one will tease you for it, I promise. Happy now?" Alice beamed at me, stroking my hair in a gentle manner.
I sighed and gave her a resigned nod, knowing full well that Emmett would was not the one to leave even a single opportunity to rib me.
"So, Edward got hit by lightening and is now running around in multiples. Oh boy!" she exhaled exaggeratedly, "We need to find a way to put him back together."
"Like Humpty Dumpty?" I asked sarcastically.
"I think it'll be tougher than that, Bella."
I suddenly shuddered at the possibility of Edward never being put together again.
It was… not possible. How would he cope? And how would we all deal with it?
I certainly couldn't have all of them—the various multiples of Edward—over at my home.
Charlie would either have a stroke or a heart attack. I couldn't let that happen.
Plus, if he didn't coalesce back into his old self again, how would we manage such a phenomenon for an eternity?
It was a scary prospect, even though it did have its rare benefits, as the two Edwards had just demonstrated to me a few minutes back.
"Why didn't you see it all happening, Alice?" I demanded suddenly, knowing that she could have prevented this bizarre occurrence of lightening strikes.
"Because my visions essentially work on decisions," she replied coolly, "and Edward didn't exactly decide to commit suicide by lightening strike."
"Oh." I felt like an idiot now.
A firm knock at my door alerted both of us.
I looked at Alice, to get a hint for… something?
Her face scrunched up in an odd way, as though she was suffering from a headache.
"I can't see these Edwards clearly," she muttered, closing her eyes and rubbing her forehead. "I think it's one of them at the door."
"Ah yes, I'm the Nerdward, as Bella calls me fondly," came back the reply from outside.
I let him in, because it didn't feel like he had any intent of fornicating with me.
Not that he didn't look as devastatingly handsome as Edward, the compact one.
"I'm interested in solving this issue of getting us back together," he stated firmly, as though he was ready for a business deal of sorts.
"You should be interested," Alice replied grimly, "if you want to survive."
He scoffed at her, and that caused her to narrow her eyes.
I cowered away from her, because a pissed Alice could be very intimidating.
"I surely will help with my postulates," he continued, "but I want the credit for this discovery."
Alice stared at him blankly for was second, surprised I believe.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" she growled at him. Yes, growled.
He seemed unfazed, which made me anxious for the nerdy side of my vampire boyfriend.
I did love that part of him… too much for it to be shredded to pieces.
If Alice ripped his head off, Edward wouldn't retain any of the scientific deliberations he had made during the past century.
That, considering that he would be put together at long last.
"Your obscene vocabulary is very unbecoming," he told her in a patronizing tone, which made her angrier still. "Especially considering that you're—"
"Shut your trap, Edward," she warned, her hands already twitching. "Don't make me bite your head off."
In fear of my Nerdward's safety, I scrambled between the two of them and tried to cool things down.
"Hey you both, fighting will do no good. We're short on time here, because Charlie will be back by evening. So we better regroup and find out a solution. What say?"
That defused some of the tension inside the room.
So as per my humble request, everyone regrouped in my living room, excluding a bunch of rowdy Edwards who were packed off to the Cullens' home.
A bunch of saner looking Edwards were sitting on the floor, facing Jasper like a group of pupils ready for their lecture.
From what I could gauge, Monsterward was gone, along with Volvoward, OCDward, Crossdressward, Rageward and Emoward.
I could see that Hornyward was still here, and so was Voyeurward, both eyeing me hawkishly.
I shuddered in plain, brazen lust.
What the hell was wrong with me? Edward needed my help in this time of crisis and all I was thinking of was jumping his bones.
I was truly deplorable.
Jasper caught my eye then, and I realized that he knew exactly what I was feeling.
I turned several shades of red, which in turn made him even more uncomfortable.
"Carlisle is coming over, Esme and Rosalie are staying back at the house, guarding Edward—I mean the horde of Edwards," Emmett cracked, his usual cheery self despite the tense situation.
He did have the talent of lightening up tense situations, and I welcomed his jesting this time.
"Can they really keep a watch over them?" I asked, worried that the more violent Edwards might harm the women.
"We've sent over a few saner ones from this lot," Jasper replied, waving towards the multitudes of Edwards sitting in front of him. "They'll take care of the situation."
"Don't worry, Bella, your toy-boys are all here." Emmett gave me an impish smile, and I wanted to bury myself under the rug.
"So what do we do until Carlisle reaches here?" Alice enquired, deflecting the spotlight away from me.
I thanked her silently.
"We try and think of a solution?" Jasper put forth, sounding quite unsure himself.
"I think Nerdward might have some ideas…" I raised my hand to point at Mr. Nerdy, but it just hung in the air like my words, because I couldn't figure out which one was him amongst the several Edwards there.
"Will the real nerd nerdy please stand up?" Emmett spoke in his best rendition of Eminem, making everyone cringe. "I repeat, will the real nerd nerdy please stand up?"
"Cut it, Emmett," Alice scolded, her pointy shoe heels tapping impatiently on the floor.
Thankfully, Nerdward raised his hand and ended the confusion.
But before he could open his mouth to speak, a warning growl erupted from Alice, which may or may not have contained a few choice words for him.
I believe it did, for Nerdward suddenly looked apprehensive.
Oh no, not again.
I wanted to hear Nerdward's postulate as to how we should put Edward together, uninterrupted.
"Oh, Carlisle's coming," Alice blurted abruptly, bouncing a little in the corner armchair.
"I could predict that myself," scoffed Emmett, rolling his eyes at her.
Right at that moment Jasper stood up and unlocked the front door for Carlisle's benefit.
He strode inside quickly, his blonde hair all unruly, much like Edward's usual do.
Carlisle looked troubled, understandably, as his eyes surveyed the room.
"Oh Edward," he cried in true fatherly vein, "what have you done to yourself."
"Technically, I, or we, I should say, weren't the ones to do it," said Nerdward wryly, "it was the lightening. A twin strike, to be precise."
As if possible, Carlisle appeared paler than before.
We soon filled him in as he settled on my lounge beside Emmett and Jasper.
I kind of skulked to the corner and made myself comfortable on Alice's side, placing myself on the arm of the chair.
It suddenly struck me how crowded my living room actually looked. I don't think it had ever been packed like this before.
"Perhaps, it's like polarization," Nerdward suggested, seeming all calm and collected as if he wasn't discussing his own future. "If we repeat the process that caused it in the first place, then maybe…"
I felt my head nodding at his supposition, hanging onto each of his words like they were God's own.
Belief… sometimes belief was everything.
"Let's try it then," Emmett, ever the eager one, called out. "What are we waiting for? Christmas?"
"Easy, boy." Jasper thumped on his shoulder. "First, we need to figure out how to get 'em together at one location. And then there's the issue of twin lightening strikes, which isn't really something we can catch hold of like fireflies."
"Wait," I interrupted, brimming with an idea. "Alice can predict them. Right?"
I looked at Alice, hoping for an affirmation of sorts.
She appeared… doubtful?"
Ah, that couldn't be good.
"I can't really say, Bella."
My face fell, so did Carlisle's.
"Maybe if we raised them enough, their height will do the trick." Nerdward was back at his theorizing. "Lightening strikes the highest, most conductive object."
"But lightening doesn't strike twice at the same place," Jasper muttered, shaking his head in what seemed like frustration.
As if to confirm Jasper's mood, my frustration levels suddenly rose out of the blue, when I was actually beginning to feel a bit of hope.
"Contrary to popular belief, lightening does strike repeatedly at some places," Nerdward countered, courting a cocky grin. "Especially the higher placed conductive objects."
Oh, I see.
Science was never my cup of tea.
And Nerdward seemed quite confident of what he said, so I found myself trusting his postulate immediately.
"Let's get them huddled together in an open surface." Emmett seemed to be a bit too eager now. I guess he was curious to see what might happen.
But this wasn't some random experiment, it was a desperate attempt at putting Edward together again.
And… it was going to be painful, I realized suddenly.
A double lightening strike… oh God!
Blood drained from my face as I contemplated the pain Edward would have to suffer.
If I given a choice, I would have rejected this means of coalescing him, but alas, I didn't have one.
My positive attitude slipped slowly, turning into despair as I contemplated the severity of the pain Edward would have to suffer.
And it wasn't just me who was concerned about him. The whole room went silent for a while, all faces growing strained with worry.
The expression 'Fuck our lives!' was so damn appropriate right now that I almost blurted it out loud.
I hope I didn't offend any physics enthusiasts out there. :P