Written in BPOV

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does, as she does all associated characters. Not that I wouldn't mind owning Edward… Oh what fun! Hehe…

A Taste of His Own Medicine

I scrambled to get ready as the doorbell kept consistently ringing.

"One second!" I yelled, trying to pull my shirt over my head. Emmett can be so impatient sometimes! I thought as I pulled my sock on. He knew very well that we all couldn't move at vampire speeds…

I glanced around my room frantically, looking for my other sock. I knew I had just had it a second ago. Maybe I put in on my dresser? I lunged towards my bureau, but with Emmett's relentless ringing I was clumsier than usual. I felt my feet immediately go out from under me as I skidded forward on the wooden floor, my arms flailing as I fell forwards.

"Oomph!" I groaned as I felt my head smack into the wooden chest. The top drawer rattled for a second, then fell off its loose hinges onto the floor, spilling out my sock drawer in its entirety. I couldn't help but groan.

Loud chuckling came from the window, making my head snap up. Emmett sat perched on the windowsill, his arms crossed and an amused grin was splayed across his face.

He eyed me speculatively. "Bella," he laughed, shaking his head, "you are going to make getting you back for that prank very easy for me." He held out an outstretched hand and pulled me to my feet. His strong grip yanked me forward.

"Thanks," I grumbled halfheartedly. I knew I had just given Emmett enough material for his teasing for at least another week. I quickly bent down and tried to pick up all my socks, hastily shoving them all back into my drawer.

While bent down I lifted my foot to see what I had slipped on, and almost had to laugh myself. I had found my other sock. I shook my head, smiling, and put it back in the drawer, yanking off my other one as I did so. I wasn't going to take any more risks with socks today, I decided, so I grabbed a pair of flip-flops and stood up.

"Ready?" he asked me, innocently. His lips were pressed into a hard line, and I could tell he was trying his best to look sincere.

I snorted and nodded my head, sighing. "Let's go." I walked out through the bedroom door and headed towards the stairs, hearing Emmett sigh behind me. I tried to hide my irritation. Walking down a flight of stairs did not take that long.

Either way, I was in no mood to be going to the caterer's for food tasting for the wedding. It really didn't matter to me, since none of my new family would be eating any, anyway. But Alice had insisted, and when Edward had refused to force me to do it, Emmett had decided to do the honor.

I grabbed my keys as I headed through the front door, hoping Emmett was following behind me; I couldn't hear his footsteps. But I didn't need to worry; Emmett grabbed the keys in my hand, halting me with a jolt.

"Emmett," I growled, "what are you doing? Give me my keys!"

He shook his head, grinning annoyingly. "There is no way in hell we are taking your car," he said, leveling my gaze. "Alice wants us there today. And with your truck we might not even get there by next week." He rolled his eyes. "We're taking the jeep."

"No," I shot back, "we're not." I hated when he complained about my truck. It was working perfectly fine.

He stared at me sullenly, and I could tell he was prepared to argue. But his eyes quickly lit up, and I could have sworn he had the same expression as when Alice saw something she didn't want us all to know. It irritated me to no end.

But the lit dimmed just as quickly as it had come, and his angry façade took over again. "Fine!" he groaned. "But I'm driving." He stalked out the door.

I shrugged and followed behind him, already hearing the roar of my truck as it sputtered to life.

"Ouch!" I yelped as my head banged against the window. Emmett just laughed.

"Having fun back there, Bells?" he grinned, looking back, one relaxed hand on the steering wheel.

"Would it kill you to avoid some bumps?" I growled, clutching my seatbelt. We weren't riding in Emmett's jeep, but we may as well have been. I had come to the conclusion that it certainly wasn't the car that made the ride so bumpy.

"Careful!" I yelped as one wheel thudded painfully into a pothole. The entire frame of my car shook, and we both bounced up and hit the ceiling, "This car is old! Have some respect; it's not your jeep!" I snapped.

I squinted out the window through the downpour that had started a few minutes ago. Everything was a blurry mess, and thunder resounded through the sky, making everything vibrate. I was terrified, but Emmett seemed to love it. The idiotic grin never left his face.

"Have much farther is it?" I asked, trying to stay calm. I didn't like the deserted look of the dirt road, and the thunder wasn't helping. "I thought you said this was a 'shortcut' to Seattle!"

"It is!" he insisted, rolling his eyes. "I swear me and Rose go hunting along here all the..."

But his words were cut off by two very loud cracks: a screaming strike of thunder and something that scared me far, far worse.

The car had halted abruptly, and a few sparks had jumped up from under the hood. Steam hissed up all around us as we lurched forward, my head banging against the passenger seat. Right now I was very grateful I had stubbornly sat in the back- the airbag that had sprung up in Emmett's face did not look like fun.

I gasped as the car creaked, and the entire back end sank down a good foot. I could hear gurgling outside, and a strange sucking sound.

Emmett cussed. 'Oh, shit!" he groaned. "Shit, shit, shit." He swung open the door, lightening flashing as he did, and stepped out into the pouring rain. Reluctantly I followed, and when I opened my door I was greeted with an entire shower of rain in my face. I swore under my breath and walked over to where Emmett was standing, hands protecting my face from the onslaught of rain.

"What happened?" I yelled. I looked at the tail end of my truck but all I could see was mud. It even came as far up as the base of my trunk.

"We're stuck." He stated this obvious fact, sounding annoyed.

"Really?" I asked sarcastically, sounding astounded. "I had no idea."

Emmett ignored me, walking back over to his open driver's door. He reached in and slammed his hand down on the gas, and I jumped back, expecting the car to lurch.

But nothing happened. The wheels spun uselessly, and when I walked towards the front of the car, I could see that the whole front was suspended about a foot in the air. Mud splattered everywhere, hitting an already soaked Emmett and I in the face. I sighed. This was so just my luck.

Emmett tried a few more times to open the hood, but the inside was so splattered with mud it was impossible to make anything out. He eventually gave up and sauntered back over to me where I stood by the door, water sliding down my furious face.

"So what do you propose we do now?" I asked, steely rage cutting through my cold voice. After all, it was his fault we were in this mess…

He looked up at me, and grimaced. My heart sped up in fear at what I knew he was going to propose.

He started talking slowly, formulating as he went along. "Well, there's no way I can get your truck back to our house right now. " He mused, rubbing his chin. "Or, at least not with you here. So I guess I need to get us back to the house first, then get the truck?" he looked up at me, his eyes expectant.

I nodded quickly, jumping forward, my eyes enthusiastic. "With you running we could probably get home in..." but Emmett was already shaking his head.

"Bella," he stated, an amused smile flying across his face. The cold didn't bother him. "I can't run home with you on my back."

His words hit me harder than the rain had. "Why?!" I gasped, horrified. Were we just going to stay stranded out here?!

"I mean," he began, "I could, but… the forest is so thick you would probably get hit by a branch and get knocked unconscious." He laughed, looking up again. "Now," he started, snorting, "I have no problem with that plan, but I have a feeling Edward would have nothing short of a heart attack if you were accidentally knocked unconscious." The way he said 'accidentally' made me cringe. He deliberately used air quotes.

What's that supposed to.." but he cut me off.

"And as funny as that may be to see," he continued, eyes shining, "I don't think anyone else would be too happy."

"So…" I asked, waiting for him to finish.

"So…" he answered, "since we can't strand you in the woods, and since I can't run with you, we walk." Emmett finished with a dramatic sweep of his hand, as though nothing was more upsetting.

I growled and immediately stalked off the way we came, rain pelting my face and drenching through my already soaked clothes.

"You deserve an Oscar," I said sarcastically, wiping mud off my cheeks.

Emmett followed behind me, keeping a leisure pace through the deep puddles. "I'd be nice to me, Bella," he warned, coming up on my ride side, "This is going to be a VERY long walk!" he laughed and strode ahead, leaving me fuming in the downpour, my wrecked truck about a hundred yards behind us.

We finally arrived at the Cullen house about 3 and a half hours later. Emmett had taken it upon himself to lighten the mood, so he had already gone through "99 bottles of beer on the wall!" twice and he was coming close to a third round.

I had never been so happy to see the glowing first story of the white house. As we rounded up the front steps, I looked forward, and at the door I could see 6 vampires behind the screen. Their expressions all ranged from furious to worried, but not a single one of them looked happy. I gulped as Emmett and I walked through the door. I could only imagine how angry Edward's reaction would be.

"Are you out of your Goddamn mind?!" Edward yelled at Emmett. "How idiotic can you get?! She could have gotten pneumonia! Or the flu! Or…"

But Emmett just rolled his eyes. "She's fine!" he drawled, heading towards the stairs. And then he turned around and grinned. "A little wet, I'll admit," he pretended to cough, "but fine."

"Easy for you to say!" I snapped. I had never wanted to hurt someone so badly. My palms tingled. "You don't feel the cold. Or the wet!"

"Really, Emmett!" Alice strode over, her angelic face annoyed. "I couldn't believe it when I saw you considering doing that… but to actual follow through? Did you have any common sense?" She slapped him lightly on the shoulder, looking mad.

Even Rosalie looked a little upset, though I wasn't sure if her concern was for her husband or me. I just stood there, shivering and dripping onto the wooden floor.

Edward then strode over and wrapped both stone arms around me. "We'll get you changed," he whispered softly in my ear. His arms gently rubbed against my sides, trying to warm me a little with the friction. I nodded and pressed my face into his shirt, completely forgetting the fact that I was soaking wet. I was too busy glaring at Emmett over his shoulder.

Emmett just ignored me and sauntered up the stairs, with Rosalie following close behind. Alice and Esme had disappeared to find me some clothes, and Jasper had disappeared somewhere, probably with Alice. I grabbed Edward's hand and followed up behind Emmett.

"Aw, c'mon Bells," he whined playfully when we reached the top. "You can't be that mad. I'll have Rosalie get your truck tomorrow."

I took a breath and tried to hide my smile; I really wasn't that mad. Just annoyed. But my lips curved up involuntarily anyway.

"Does this mean we're even, then?" I asked looked up expectantly.

Emmett stared at me, almost like he couldn't be sure if I was serious or not. "Are you kidding?" he snorted, looking smug. "That wasn't even planned! I swear when I get you back it will be WAY worse than that." He shook his head in mock pain as though that was an insult. He continued walking down the hall, but called back over his shoulder. "You'd better have your guard up tomorrow, Bella!" I groaned, and Edward looked at me worriedly as Emmett laughed.

A/N: Now don't get mad... I had to set up for what Emmett does to Bella tomorrow. You will find out Emmett's prank in the next chapter. But I seriously had so much fun writing this... it was pouring cats and dogs here so I could totally relate! LMAO!