a/n This is dedicated to the fabulous dazzleglo, without whom these stolen moments would never have been thought up. Also, to her, I dedicate Emmett's disco suit. It's white. Just for you.

Part I

A Rolling Stone—Chicago, December 1978

Edward sighed dramatically as he slunk a little deeper into his chair, staring at Emmett with slightly raised eyebrows. He watched as his brother did up his tie and pulled on his jacket. Emmett glanced at himself in the mirror and turned to look at his brother, holding his hands out to his sides. How do I look?

Edward's eyebrows went up a little bit more. "You're going to a club wearing that?"

Emmett scoffed. "It's the style now, man," he said, shaking his head.

"I know," Edward said dryly. He glanced down at the blue patchwork silk shirt he wore, at the denim bellbottoms. He owned a disco suit—Alice had bought it for him for Christmas, and he'd never worn it. These were the only clothes he could really tolerate. It was clothes like Emmett's that really made him miss the fifties…

Alice breezed around the doorframe at that moment, a book in her hand. Her little nose scrunched up. "Ugh, Emmett, really?"

"What?"

"No, honey. Just… no." She made a show of gagging. "God, I can't wait until the seventies are over." She paused. "Or, for that matter, the eighties. Ew."

Her mind flashed over the strangest looking pants Edward had seen yet. They would be called stonewash. They were revolting. And, of course, Emmett would own a pair.

Emmett rolled his eyes as Alice settled herself on the loveseat. "I look fly," he said stubbornly. "Just 'cause you don't like the style, don't mean it ain't the style."

"Whatever," Alice muttered, opening her book. Edward glanced at the title and scoffed.

"Stephen King, Alice?" He picked up his own book.

"Brave New World, Eddie?" She smirked. Scandalous, for its day. Interesting choice.

He conceded, nodding at her and grinning as she flashed to a vision of them arguing book choices, where he was losing.

Emmett was no longer concerned with either of them. Rosalie had made her descent, wearing glittering makeup that would serve to make her look more "normal" and to ward off the humans. She also wore a black, purple, and silver sequined jumpsuit that showed off more cleavage that should be legal. She'd curled her hair and put on platform shoes, making her even taller and leggier than usual. To anyone else, he supposed, she would look amazing. Alice certainly seemed to think so, and squealed her pleasure.

Jasper wasn't too thrilled. As he came downstairs, he picked up Emmett's lust at the sight of his wife's chest, so prominently displayed. He tried hard to ignore it, and Edward gave him a sympathetic smile before turning to his brother.

"If you come back here and wreck any of the furniture, I'll be sure to take what you were using for your brain, remove it, and put it somewhere you can't find it for weeks." He narrowed his eyes further. "Got it?"

"Got it." Emmett grinned. "Maybe we just won't come back." With that, he grabbed Rosalie's hand and was gone.

The house was much quieter after that. Someone had left the radio on, and he spent most of his time ignoring it and focusing on his book. Jasper had settled next to Alice, reading some book on the Civil War. It was peaceful like this, just the three of them—Carlisle and Esme were still in Brazil.

"Oh, I love this song!" Alice said suddenly, as the new Rolling Stones song came on. She hummed along for a moment, her foot bobbing, before her eyes went out of focus…

A girl, maybe around ten years old, was sitting in the back of a car while "Beast of Burden" played on the radio. She was complaining that she didn't want to move…

A teenaged boy with curly hair and brown eyes, laughing and playing baseball with his friends. Same song…

Blurry woman, dark hair, no face, but her body moved gracefully to the music…

Alice's eyes refocused and she shook her head. Edward raised his eyebrows.

What?

Edward let his eyes slide out of focus then back before cocking his head curiously.

Oh. Alice sighed and pretended to go back to her book. No idea what that was. It's annoying when I get random visions. He opened his mouth to speak, but Alice was a step ahead of him. And no, I don't know who they are.

So while the snow came down outside, Edward let his thoughts settle on the world Aldous Huxley had created while Alice looked forward to things she deemed more important, like the fashions she would like in the eighties….

Part II

He Wore a Raspberry Beret—Michigan, January 1987

For all intents and purposes, it looked like Alice was paying attention to the lecture and taking notes. It was partly true. She was taking thorough notes. In reality, she was trying to see if she'd ever get Emmett to get rid of those God awful stonewash jeans.

She had a vision of what looked like ten or fifteen years from now, moving again… Emmett hiding the jeans in question…

Forward again, to a big room, someone saying, "Oh, my God, I thought stonewash jeans were an Alice no-no…" Not a voice she recognized.

The hand that belonged to the owner of the ugly jeans poked her and her head snapped up.

"Miss Cullen?" The geometry teacher, Mr. Mays, was staring at her, eyebrows raised, pointing to a problem on the board.

"It's a trick question," she answered quickly, smiling prettily. "That's an actual root, so reducing that radical would give you a whole number."

"Very good, Miss Cullen." Mr. Mays continued on with his lecture.

"Nice," Emmett whispered. Alice turned around quickly to stick her tongue out at her big brother, who grinned.

Alice's eyes slid out of focus again…

Oh, hell.

Alice turned her head slightly to the side, and caught Emmett's eye. She jerked her head slightly to the door and whispered, too softly for the humans to hear, "Jasper."

Emmett nodded.

Alice shot her hand up, and Mr. Mays glanced her way. "What is the next step, Miss Cullen?"

"I think I'm going to be sick, Mr. Mays," she said, and without waiting for an answer, she rose at human quickness and made her way out the door. Behind her, she heard Emmett excuse himself, saying he'd help his sister.

Emmett was already digging in his backpack when he rounded the corner, taking out the bulky Motorola mobile phone Carlisle and Esme had given them to use in case of emergency. Alice snatched it and made a quick phone call on the way down to the office, and right on time, the office phone rang.

Alice did her best to look pitiful as she sat in a chair, curled up with her head on Emmett's shoulder.

"Marquette High, this is Randy," the woman behind the desk said, smiling sympathetically for a moment at Alice before saying, "Oh, Mrs. Cullen! You have great timing. I have Alice in here, and she's not feeling well… Absolutely… Emmett's here, too, so I can send him… Alright, have a nice day." Randy hung up the phone. "That was your mom," she said. "She was getting ready to pull you for today, anyway—some kind of family emergency?" She shrugged. "Emmett, would you go get the rest of your siblings?"

Emmett was out of his chair and out the door. Alice looked ahead, saw him get Jasper first before getting Edward from his neighboring English class. They sandwiched him before walking down another hall to get Rosalie from chemistry.

In four minutes, the rest of her family was rounded up and a crisis was averted. They sighed out, Jasper not breathing a bit. They piled into Edward's car, a black Volvo that he'd received last month for Christmas, and started back home. Jasper's remorse filled the car.

Alice giggled, and Edward grinned, turning up the radio a bit.

Emmett was digging through Rosalie's bag, while Rosalie raised her eyebrows. He produced a pink beret, put it on his head, and started doing some odd dance to the radio, which was now blaring, "Raspberry Beret." Alice's giggles grew until the five of them were laughing hysterically.

A woman with brown hair was humming to herself while she cleaned a little yellow kitchen. She was dancing to the radio, which was playing "Raspberry Beret," and singing along. A door opened, and the woman turned, grinning from ear to ear. A man in a police uniform entered the little kitchen and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her to sit on the counter. He kissed her, long and leisurely, before pulling back to smile at her.

"How was your day, babe?" he asked.

She was still beaming. "I had a doctor's appointment this morning."

The man's chocolate colored eyes glinted with concern. "Everything okay?"

The young woman bounced a little on the counter, seeming unable to keep in her excitement. "I'm pregnant, Charlie!"

a little girl with brown hair and brown eyes sat at the same kitchen table years later. The man with the curly hair and eyes that matched the little girl had a bit more age to his face now, and he smiled at the little girl, who was maybe three or four years old…

Alice was staring at a woman's back, admiring the way her brown hair fell down her shoulders in waves, watching as she put ornaments on a Christmas tree…

Edward walking through a parking lot in a rainy town, wearing Ray-Bans and scowling…

"Dammit!" Alice folded her arms and pouted.

"Dammit, the random visions, or dammit, I still wear Ray-Bans in the future?" Edward grinned over at her.

"I hate those stupid glasses." She scowled.

Edward laughed. "You'll never get them away from me. They make me look good."

Rosalie raised an eyebrow. "Trying to impress someone?"

"Nope." Edward turned off the main road and onto the driveway of their house. "If you get to wear a raspberry beret, I get to wear my Ray-Bans."

"Raspberry berets are cool," Rosalie said, taking her hat from Emmett and putting it on before admiring herself in the rearview mirror. "Ray-Bans are just overpriced accessories."

Alice shoved her random visions into the back of her mind and focused more on the Ray-Bans she was stuck working with, and how to make them look super fly.

a/n Hmm… Wonder what that was? Another interlude before Bella, I think. Review!