WELL, HOWDY-HO THERE FOLKS! I'm KatiePotPie, the second member of the Fixing Dawn Team, and I have come to inform you of...

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A new chapter.

Now, just to let you know, Monkey's been BREATHING down my neck, and I tried to get it done as soon as possible, but I got distracted, and I put it on the back-burner.
And, just another F.Y.I., I gave up homework to finish it. SO YOU BETTER LIKE IT.

Ahh, well. No you don't.

Oooh, these author's notes are fun; I could just make them go on foreverrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
But, yeah. First fanfiction I've written in AWHILE. Be nice.

And to post my opinion on SM's most recent book; BD FAILED.
Sorry, guys. It's what I think.

NOW! OFF TO WATCH SPEED RACER! ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

Disclamer: Stephenie Meyer decided to put my name on her books 'cause it sounded better. NOT.

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"JACOB!"

All I could think was that my best friend was back, and he had come, whether or not his intentions were good or not. I jumped off the alter and ran towards him, but I could tell something was wrong, and my extended arms fell to my sides. Although it sounds far-fetched, I could feel Jacob's heated rage the moment he took a step towards Edward and I, but I could also sense something different as I got closer. Something I felt I had confronted myself before...

As I stared at Jacob's emotion-twisted face, I couldn't help but be taken in by his deep, brown eyes, and, as if by some command, he flashed his perfectly white smile, and I grinned back. Edward's voice suddenly reminded me of where I was as he appeared behind me with his chilling hands on my shoulders.

"What, may I ask, are you doing here?"

Jacob smirked, and took another step forward. "I was invited, wasn't I?"

"Not to object," Edward shot back.

"It's a free country, isn't it? I can object if I want to, right Reverend?" Jacob mockingly stated as he turned his gaze towards Carlisle.

"If you have a significant reason for doing so," Carlisle replied.

"Yes, and only if," Edward agreed. "Now, if there's anything you would like to talk about, can we talk about it after the wedding?"

"Actually, I'd like to talk about it now," Jacob pushed Edward and I out of his way, which probably surprised Edward more than it surprised me.

Edward leaped behind him in a second, not seeming to care about his human facade being in tact in front of the wedding's crowd. There were quiet whispers that I couldn't exactly make out, but I did catch an angered "outside" from Edward and a jabbed thumb in my direction from Jacob. Carlisle stepped between the two, and as he did, I noticed the two pairs of glowing eyes hidden in the forest beyond the window in the Cullen's makeshift chapel, and guessed they were probably there to make sure Jacob didn't go into a complete out-of-his-mind, werewolf-changing freak out. It made me linger on the thought of my very dangerous life and the very real posibility of becoming a danger to every single one of the people in this room in less than a day when Carlisle cleared his throat and my thinking was interupted.

"It seems, considering Mr. Black's reasonings, that our family needs to talk to him about some...issues concering Bella. For now, the wedding will be called off--"

I heard a muffled 'Yes!' from Mike's direction, and many taken aback breaths from the crowd, and I watched as Edward's head whipped around and glared in the same direction without his real attention ever leaving Jacob.

"But since we could not bear to make you leave after all the trouble you've gone through to get here--"

"The cake's in the back, and there's a party to be had!" Alice jumped at the sign of some sort of organized get-together, and escorted the guests out to the decorated backyard. I noticed a quick glance between her and Edward as he spoke to Jacob.

"Jacob, how about you invite your friends inside? I'm sure everyone would prefer them to be in here," I heard the stress on 'friends' in his voice, and I remembered the eyes in the forest.

I looked in Jacob's direction, through the window and watched the eyes disappear and two shirtless La Push-ers walk into the house. I remembered Quil, and the other looked like Embry. I noticed a crinkle in both their noses, and wondered for the billionth-and-a-half time why everyone thought everyone else smelled. A tad bit annoyed, I looked again in Jacob's direction, making eye-contact. My arms couldn't be stopped, and apparantly neither could my feet. I leaped and hugged him as tight as I could. He was so warm, and he seemed like a safe-place for the moment, with all the unexpected tension in the air. For a second longer, I realized this was the only way my wedding could have happened; I needed both my men here with me.

I pulled away from him and looked up at his smiling face, planting a kiss on his cheek. Then, I got down to business.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! I'm guessing it was a time machine fresh from the 70's, since that's probably where that tux came from."

"This is my dad's, alright? So, it's probably from the 60's. Jheez, get it right, Bells. I needed something on this oh-so-special day," he smirked, and looked at Quil.

"Just remember, you didn't have to come."

"Neither did you," Edward scoffed.

"C'mon, you know this wedding wouldn't have been complete without me," Jacob, not bothered at all by his comment, said smoothly back. He let his arms drop away from our embrace and took a step back from me.

Edward, without further ado, took his chance and made his way back over to my side. I felt his coldness spread across my bare-back as his arm wrapped around my shoulder, contrasting heavily to Jacob's warmth. I looked up at him, and noticed the tension lines around his eyes more prominent. I wondered for a moment why he was so angry. I had already talked to Jacob about everything, and he knew my decision to be with Edward forever and ever and ever. I was going to be with him forever, not Jacob. It had been set in stone. Edward's eyes wandered down to mine, and he looked...well, like he always looked. Confused, frustrated, concerned; just a basic state of much too many emotions capable of any human being at one time. Then I followed his gaze as he glanced sternly back over to Jacob.

"You must realize you are interupting our wedding, and it was not in our plans to reschedule this day. If there's any way you could briefly state your point, and get out of our way, that would be marvelous," a stolid-sounding Edward remarked.

The two half-naked boys flanked Jacob's sides as Jacob began to explain his unexpected arrival to us.

"You see, ladies and gents," he glanced at each of the Cullens that were present, "I know we have been over this too many times, but I believe this topic needs to be brought up again. This treaty, no, THE treaty that prevents us from picking you off, one by one, is on the verge of being broken. Now, I know that you have all decided to consider this "Bella's choice", but I just...I can't see her be taken away...like...like this...," his voice cracked a bit on the last sentence.

Carlisle opened his mouth to talk, but Jacob immediately cut him off.

"Do you not realize what you are doing is wrong?! Just...just LEAVE her alone. She's making the WRONG decision," he roared as he glared at me, "She just doesn't know it! PLEASE. LET. HER. GO."

Edward clutched me harder, and Jasper got up and stood closer to Jacob with a focused look on his face. Calisle walked towards Jacob cautiously.

"I know that we will be breaking the treaty with your gracious people. I know that what we are doing is wrong, considering she is not on the brink of death. Everyone in this room believes she is making the wrong decision, except for her. And, because Edward loves her like he does, and wants whatever she wants for herself, he is going with her on this choice. He does not want to be, but he is. We all are. You must realize that you are not the only one--"

"I KNOW I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE! WHY DO YOU THINK I'M HERE?! I'M THINKING OF HER FAMILY! WHAT SHE IS DOING IS WRONG!"

Although Edward's arm was around me, tighter than before, I only wanted to be closer to Jacob. I wanted so badly to try to calm him down and to try to explain to him again why I was making this choice. The hole made by him leaving, even though it was much smaller than the one Edward had made, was growing just a bit to know that I could no longer take care of him after this was done. What had just happened was overwhelming me with all the affects of my single choice. I took a step forward, or tried to, and watched as his friends grabbed his arms to hold him back, as I imagined he had asked them to do if he got too worked up about everything. Carlisle and Edward moved closer, too; Emmett maneuvered himself nearer to Jasper.

"Jacob..." I let a scared breath escape from deep within my throat. And then I watched as my trigger activated the bullet that was too eager to fire.

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I looked down at Jacob sprawled across the couch sleeping, and smiled. He looked just as I had remembered him. Very, very tired. I still don't know how he could sleep that much, but I suppose it was just Jacob. Maybe a wolf thing? Who knows. I noticed his breathing was struggled, and I decided to sit across from him on the corner of the coffee table, since there was obviously no room left on the couch. My eyes wandered around the room for a moment, when his chest not rising caught my eye. I quickly checked his pulse, and before I knew it, Carlisle was behind me, and in very exagerrated doctor-garb.

"He's...changed," was all he said.

And then my best friend sat up from his slumber and stared directly at me.

"Choose," he said, with dripping fangs protruding from under his smooth lips, as he lunged towards me.

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"Bella...Bella...Bella, love, please wake up."

My hands reached up to rub my eyes, and I opened them to see Edward standing over me.

"Hey," I said with a smile, "Wha-what happened?"

He placed his hand on top of mine gently, as he glanced to the other side of the room. I didn't make sense of what he was looking at, I wasn't fully awake yet, so I just stared up at him and waited for him to explain. He lowered himself to sit on the ground with his legs crossed on the side of the couch.

"Jacob, you see, he attacked us. He let his feelings get the best of him, I suppose. He's alright; we just blocked his attempt in self-defense. We didn't want you hurt, either. You didn't faint this time, though," he crookedly smiled, but with sadness in his eyes. I waited for him to continue, but he seemed distracted.

"Well, what happened to me then? Why am I laying on the couch, still in my wedding dress and having my normally weird dreams?"

He perked up at that remark. "Dreams? What sorts?"

"The usual, you know. But, why am I here? Why am I in Cullen Intensive Care?"

"Jacob knocked you out, Bella. He tossed you aside, not very gently, might I add, as he was attempting to get to me."

My lips made a little "o" and I took a peek back over to wear Edward had looked earlier. Jacob was laying across another of their couches, with Quil and Embry standing over him. Carlisle looked like he was trying to tell them something. I sat up, with Edawrd's hand still wrapped around mine, to find the guests all gone and Alice looking very downtrodden leaning against the dining room table with Jasper. I could barely see Esme in the kitchen, cleaning up food, with the wedding cake towering over her in the center of the kitchen's island. I looked down at Edward again.

"I'm so sorry. Our wedding was ruined."

"I know. We'll have another, though, right?" He grinned magnificently up at me.

"Yes, of course." I kissed his forehead and flashed a grin of my own.

"Once Jacob wakes up, I'll take you home. I imagine you'd like to get out of that dress as soon as possible."

"And you say you can't read my mind," I shot back. "I'm going to go check on him."

I got up, feeling Edward's hand slowly fall away from mine. I looked back, and he had peacefully taken a seat on the couch where I had been laying, looking very prepared for when I returned to sit next to him. I turned back around and took the few steps necessary to be next to Jacob's sleeping form. I stood in between Quil and Embry and looked up to lock eyes with Quil.

"Thanks for coming, though it wasn't much of a party, I hear," I apologetically told him.

"Oh, trust me, it was a party." He winked at me and turned back towards Jacob. "I just hope he wakes up soon. I'm hungry."

"You could say that again," Embry nudged in. They were both so tall. I can't believe it still shocked me, knowing the whole werewolf deal, but it did. I took a glimpse back down at Jake to see him stirring in his sleep. He would most likely be awake soon. I swilved back around to find Alice already in front of me.

"Say what you want to say," she said as she smiled at me.

"I am incredibly sorry for everything that happened today. You threw a fantastic wedding, just know that. You'll get another chance, as long as he's set on that idea." I glared over at Edward, who was still sitting causually at his place on the couch.

"I mean, how do you think I feel? A wolf pack just crashed my party!" She stuck her tongue out at the wolves, but focused again on me. "Thank you. And I know I will get another chance." She spun back around, but did it so much more graceful than I had just managed to do. Surprised I wasn't on the ground when I saw her smile in front of me. I heard a mumble and looked down at Jacob again. He woke up within that same instant, eyes wide with horror it seemed like.

"I...holy crap..." His groggy voice made it hard not to burst out laughing, rolling around on the floor for effect.

"Bella...I..." His nose crinkled up, as I had seen the two boys do when they first sauntered in. He searched around the room, and he suddenly became serious.

"Oh, I am so done with this." He jumped up, his Shapkespearian-esque shirt untucked, grabbed his equally embarassing baby blue coat, and marched out the door. His accomplises followed him, said a quick apology to the vampires, and ran into the forest after him.

"Guess it's time to go," Edward announced.

It was silent in the Volvo on the way to my house. Edward's thumb was rubbing the top of my hand as we pulled into my drive-way.

"That was a disaster," I broke the silence.

"You were breath-taking, though," he smiled down at me from the driver's seat.

The flush I knew was coming before he even opened his mouth soon followed. I un-buckled my seatbelt and went to open the car door, when his hold on my hand tightened and pulled me back down. He looked at me with concern, surprisingly.

"You're not angry at me for hurting Jacob, are you?" I wanted to push the question back down his throat.

"Of course not! He...he gets out-of-control sometimes. That's just Jake," I quickly explained before getting out of the car.

I looked at him back through the open door. "You're coming later tonight, right?"

"You sure you're alright? You seem...distant."

"Yes, I'm fine," I totally lied. He could see it written all over my face. I couldn't explain my sudden uncomfortableness. It may or may not have been Jacob-related, or wedding-related in general; I couldn't tell. But, thankfully, he didn't push it.

"Yes, of course, I'll see you at nine," he answered the question he had dodged a moment ago, and smiled my favorite smile. I watched him pull out and back to his house to drop his not-fast-enough car off, only to jump out of it and run back over to my house again.

I trudged inside, saying a quick 'hello' to Charlie, who was still in his tuxedo, eating some leftover spaghetti. He had probably been expecting me since the wedding had officially ended earlier. He didn't ask about my lateness, but he did greet me back. When I had finally made it upstairs, I collapsed on the bed, still in my white dress. I should probably take a shower, I thought. I decided against it, considering my hardly-open-eyelids, and threw on some pajama pants and a t-shirt instead. Wish I could have gotten married in this.

I climbed into bed, and waited for my fiance to climb through the window.

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