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Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns the characters; I own a magazine clipping of Robert Pattinson that I sometimes share my life stories with. P.S. He loves the story.

Chapter One

"Mrs. Black? Mrs. Black you need to wake up." My eyelids fluttered open to reveal a brunette in a pair of bright pink scrubs smiling from ear to ear as she patted me awake. Her hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail with one of those elastic bands holding back her bangs. All in all it wasn't the most pleasant thing to wake up to.

"Excuse me?" I questioned slowly, still groggy from all of the medication and pain killers.

"Well, hey there Mrs. Black! It's nice to see you're awake. I'm Jessica." Her chipper attitude was giving me a massive headache… or was it the fainting… maybe both. "I need to check you blood pressure and give you a few shots."

"Sorry, I think you have the wrong room. My name is Ms. Swan." Noticing that she probably wasn't the brightest bulb in the box, I emphasized the Miss and the Swan, but regardless "Little Miss Muffet" didn't seem to understand so I clarified. "I'm Bella Swan." I smiled gently and a panicked look spread across her face. "Is something wrong?" She gave me another quick fake smile and grimaced as she turned to the chart and fled the room.

I heard her chattery little voice and another lower tone speaking outside my room, and a few seconds later the pitter-patter of her prancing resonated as she made her way back to my room. Somehow the pink was even more nauseating once my focus was in check. Hot pink scrubs. Why?

"Sorry for the mistake, Miss Swan. You were just wearing a ring so I assumed." I wasn't convinced. "Anyways, Dr. Cullen will be by shortly to do a quick check up before your MRI." Dr. Cullen; so at least one thing was going right today.

Jessica began humming as she turned to a small rolling tray with two syringes on it and wrapped a blood pressure meter around my upper arm, pumping it up before she turned to her watch to time it. Then she wrote a few things down on a clipboard and grabbed the first shot. It didn't hurt too bad, but the second was killer. I could feel it coursing through my veins as it made its way first down to my hand, and then up my arm towards my chest.

As Perky McGee trotted away with her magical rolling tray I rested my pounding head against the lumpy pillow and closed my eyes, hoping this would all be over soon and I could wake up from this nightmare.

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"Bella?" I opened my eyes, finding it a little bit easier the more I practiced. "This is the longest you've been out I think. Congratulations." I laughed a little and focused my vision to find that it wasn't Carlisle at all. It was Jasper. Now this is fucked up. He was taller than I remember and his hair was short… I didn't like it.

"Your hair! What happened to you?" He leaned over and waved a flashlight in my eyes like his father usually did, and pulled out his stethoscope. I tried to sit up as slowly as possible so that my enormous head pounding didn't short circuit my nervous system. Once I was up, Jasper steadied my shoulders and pressed the end of his stethoscope against my back.

"Deep breaths." I followed his instruction and sucked in air each time he moved the amplifier across my back and along my chest and stomach.

When he was done he returned the tool to its original place around his neck and ran a finger through his short hair. "You like it? Alice figured out how to give me a haircut so I look older. The goldie locks look was finally catching up with me."

Something was very different about him. Not just his hair, but his demeanor. He was usually so stiff around me and I never knew how I actually felt about him because he was altering my emotions to make me feel more comfortable. There's something unnerving about not being in control of one's emotions that never sat right with me. But now he was calm and in control, shit, he was even in a hospital.

"Why are you here? Jasper you can't be here! It's a hospital. You could hurt someone." He laughed a little and then lifted his hands to press them against my neck and I slapped them away. "What's going on?" I shouted this time so he would pay attention. He stopped and glared at me for a moment.

"Shit." He started rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Okay. Do you know why you are here?"

"Jake said I took a big spill. I guess I fell of the motorcycle again." Jasper shook his head and the nametag on his lab jacket jingled against the pens in his pocket. "What is this? You even have a coat. How did you get a..." It hit me in waves. My body hurt. I was in a hospital. I couldn't remember anything. Jasper was comfortable around humans. I was dead. "Holy shit! I'm dead. I'm dead, I died!" Jasper tried to interrupt but I wouldn't listen. "I wasn't ready for this. I had things to do. I haven't even—"

"Bella, you're not dead. You should be, but you aren't. You were moving things into your new apartment and you slipped on the staircase and went through the window and then you free fell for about two stories. Thankfully you landed in a dumpster or you wouldn't be here right now. You suffered a broken tibia, two broken ribs and one bruised, a collapsed lung, and a severe concussion with a small slice on the back of your head when you hit the dumpster that caused a concussion. You were also in a coma for about three days then you woke up and we sedated you due to the pain. You have been here for a little over a week and a half."

I didn't know what to think. One second I'm fine, the next I'm dead, and now I have amnesia. The room was beginning to spin a little. I grasped at my head and heard the bleeps of that stupid cliché machine picking up. So I took a breath and waited for the pulse to slow before I asked any more questions. A heart attack would do me no good at this point. "Why would I be moving into an apartment? I'm only 18; that's absurd."

Jasper turned to the nurse just outside the door and she nodded and left. Once she was gone he closed the door and grabbed the closest chair and pulled it toward where I sat on the bed. He took off his jacket and sported a bland pair of green scrubs (a welcome break from the pinks and purples flouncing through the hallways) and set the clipboard down on the end of the bed and sat down in the chair. "Tell me, what is the last thing you remember?"

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It was a few months ago.

Edward left me. He said his family couldn't live in Forks anymore without people noticing how young they continued to look. That was a lie; there was an accident on my birthday when I got a paper cut and Jasper couldn't handle the scent and he didn't want to endanger me anymore.

I wanted to go with him, but he said I wasn't good for him; he couldn't be himself around me. That was a lie too, he used to tell me that the only time he was truly himself was when he was with me.

He told me that in time I would forget about him. Another lie, I thought about him constantly, and if by chance I stopped thinking about him, the next time I did it was enough to make up for lost time.

Then he made me a promise. He promised me that I would never see him again, and it would be like he didn't exist. He had to have been lying. Sure he had taken the CD he made me and the pictures of him, but I still had the written proof. "Edward Cullen, Charlie's kitchen, Sept. 13th." So I waited for him, and waited for him, but he never showed.

I know somewhere deep down I knew he was telling the truth, but in the end he wasn't human and I was. It was a burden on him to feel the way he felt about me with so much risk behind it. So I lived off of the knowledge that he was still out there somewhere… loving me.

The first few days I couldn't eat or sleep, my emotions were vacant and my entire body was numb. All in all, it wasn't my best moment. Then Jake came and saved me. We started rebuilding two motorcycles we had found in someone's gutter and for a while I forgot. Then one day everything caught up with me.

I was riding for the first time by myself and I was feeling a little daring and took my journey to the road. I started off well, but then I began to pick up speed and I lost control and hit a rock. As I flew through the air his voice ripped through the air around me. "You are going to be the death of me. Why can't you take care of yourself for five minutes?" Once I heard that voice I could never go back. I started doing whatever I could to hear the voice again. I drove through red lights in 5:00 traffic, I ran until I fainted, I sped down winding roads, I jumped off of the cliff by the ocean.

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I snapped back to reality to face Jasper. "I jumped off of a cliff into the ocean at First Beach. I remember watching Jake do it and then I followed. I stayed under the water until I heard Edward's voice and then something pulled me to the surface. That's all I remember."

"Bella… that was about five years ago." The room was flying past at about a thousand miles per hour and I was sitting perfectly still, watching my past flash about my view. Pictures of my childhood, the divorce, Phoenix, Butt-crack Santa in Forks, Steak and cobbler at the diner; it felt like everything was gone. I didn't really know what to think. So I didn't. I just watched the room spin and felt the tear roll down my cheek, my heartbeat quicken, my head ache, and my arms and legs become numb.

"Give it to me straight doc." I thought the humor would help. It did a little, but it was like throwing a few dozen ice cubes into a forest fire.

"You're 23. You graduated from Dartmouth with a degree in literature about four years ago."

I looked at the parts of my body I could see without a mirror. Of course, my skin was a bit beat up and was full of yellowish purple bruises, but from what I could see, my skin looked a bit older. My legs were a bit longer and extremely toned save one calf that was covered with a rather thick cast. My hair only fell about an inch or two past my shoulder which wasn't idea, but I was happy to know that it was the same color. I guess things could have been worse. I wasn't dead, which was a great relief, and I may not remember college, but at least I got things done. A literary major… exactly what I wanted.

"So what we are dealing with here is a classic case of amnesia. Yours is selective, which means that you remember as far back as a time where you were in an extreme state of stress." He stood up again and picked up the clipboard, scribbling things across it with a pencil. "So we're going to go ahead and do a final MRI of your head and chest." Right on queue, two guys arrived with a wheel chair and hoisted me onto it with ease. I didn't even have time to look back at Jasper before I was flying down hallways, turning here and there before ending up at the oh-so-familiar circular contraption.

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About two and a half hours later I was finished with both of my scans and wheeled back to my bland hospital room where I saw Jacob sitting in an armchair resting his eyes. The men quietly placed me back on the bed and I searched for the button on the side of the bed to prop myself up. Then I turned on the TV and searched the channels. So, I lived in Seattle now. All of the channels are in HD, whatever that means, it looks the same to me. Michael Jackson died. We have a black president. It was a lot to take in at one time… not to mention someone totally fucked up the Food Network. I don't know who half of these people are. It was a good thing I had numbed myself up or I would be fainting all over the place right about now.

I got a bit fed up with the cable so I watched Jacob for a while. He slept so soundly. He was huge. He cut his hair again. Unlike Jasper he looked amazing, but I could tell that he had been up for a very long time. He had these huge purple bags under his eyes and the lower half of his face looked incredibly scruffy as if he hadn't shaved in a week.

I let him rest for an hour or so until the stupid pink nurse started clanging things and checking meters and he began to stir. "Jake?" His eyes snapped open and he was sitting beside me in a matter of seconds.

"Hey." He whispered, obviously worried that I was still in pain. "How are you feeling?" As he sidled up toward me I felt that well-known warmth he carried with him everywhere. I let down my guard and my body rushed with heat as he smiled at me and stroked my cheek, making me feel as if nothing had happened. I was so glad he was here; there was nothing I needed more than my best friend.

"Better." I smiled and he gave a large sigh of relief. "How are you feeling? You look like shit." I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his head to my chest, stroking his hair as his arms snaked around my waist carefully.

"Babe, I feel like shit." Babe? Who the hell did he think he was calling babe? He laughed and then lifted his head to look at me. He looked a bit more serious and I figured it was time to talk. So I let the babe go unnoticed, for now.

Now, I could joke all I wanted, but to be perfectly honest, I was scared out of my mind, and talking about it only reminded me how scared I was. The monitor began to pick up speed and before I could even register that I was getting worked up, I began to breathe slowly to calm down.

Once the moment passed, I pressed a hand against my forehead and felt that little snap of cold metal. I had completely forgotten. Jasper didn't say I was married did he? Which brought up a plethora of questions no one had the courtesy to answer for me. Was the apartment I was moving into 'our' apartment? Was I married to Jake? Where was Edward?

"Jasper told me you don't remember anything since we jumped off of that cliff a while back." He fingered the ring and looked back up. It was like he knew what I was thinking, which is quite possible for his pack, but not usually possible for me. "I should probably explain some things… maybe they will jog your memory. We aren't married or anything… I wanted to but you were worried about me imprinting and you didn't want me to be tied down when it happened." I could trust that. It seemed like a very logical Bellaism. I just couldn't believe I was with him, I mean, we were best friends. Sure I loved him, but I know for damn sure I was not in love with him. How much had changed these five years? Had some strange twist of fate torn my devotion from Edward and scotch taped it to Jacob?

"Were we moving things into our apartment?"

"Yes." Jasper peeked in for a moment and gave me my results. I was clean and could leave tomorrow. Thank God. I could eat regular food, and sleep in a real bed, and stay asleep for the entire night without the fear of a grouchy nurse clattering around checking vitals and whatever other nurse stuff they felt was necessary at 3 in the morning.

"So when did Jasper come back? Is Alice with him?" His face began to brighten a little bit. I was glad, I needed to take a break from the mind boggling serious discussions and hear some good news.

"That's actually why Jasper is here. She based her clothing line out of Seattle. She's been here on and off. Not since you've been awake though because she has a show in a few days in Europe. She was really distraught to hear that you couldn't go." I laughed picturing the tiny little fairy running around the hospital searching for different pillows and a more fashionable paper gown because mine was just too bland. "I swear she was going to pick you up from the hospital and stick you on the plane but there are all sorts of conditions with concussions, collapsed lungs and air travel."

"I can only imagine what she's said to these people around here. I bet she almost died at the crimes of fashion these people's fluorescent scrubs are committing. Speaking of Cullens… where is everyone else?"

He grew silent for a minute and then put on a fake, but generous smile. "Edward is here in town. He came back shortly after Alice and Jasper arrived. Emmett and Rosalie are with Carlisle and Esme somewhere in Canada, but they come down for holidays." My body grew numb again. So, Edward had been in Seattle for a while, but we never got back together. I really fell in love with Jacob. The room picked up speed and I shut my eyes for a moment to regain my thoughts and feeling.

"And Charlie?" Jacob pulled himself on to the bed next to me and held a hand in his while he wrapped his free arm around my shoulders, careful not to make contact with the gash near my neck.

"He's fine. He flew up here a week ago to see you, but he had to get back to Forks. He's still Chief of Police so he had work to do." Finally, something had not changed at all. You could always count on Charlie to be the constant variable when everything else in the world was being mixed up and discombobulated.

"And how is Renee. Is she still with Phil?"

"Yep. Phil got traded to a team in Texas after about a year in Phoenix and played until about last year when he traded in his cap for a microphone." I was surprised.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he had to have rotator cuff surgery about three years ago and after he finished the rehab on his shoulder he decided he wanted to settle down a little bit. Now he is the announcer at most of the sporting events in Dallas. Except the Cowboys, but he's been working on it." Sadly, the surgery didn't come as a surprise to me. Call me clairvoyant, but I swear I knew that would happen someday with all of that pitching.

"I knew it. He should have stuck to first base." Jacob laughed and kissed my cheek.

"That's exactly what you said when we went down there to visit him. You really gave it to him." I was glad to hear that at least three years ago I was virtually still somewhat the same as I had been at 18, but I knew that wouldn't be the case for all of the stories. Anything can happen in five years, and judging by the fact that I was so close to Jacob in ways I never would have even dreamt up all those years ago. Something was terribly different. And I was frightened of the new me.

"Jake, do you think we can pick this back up later. I'm feeling like I need a nap before we continue this conversation." He nodded and kissed my forehead while I closed my eyes and rested my head on his chest.

I really couldn't help myself; secretly I pretended he was Edward, that the heat was actually the icy chest I had worshipped so many nights prior to this one. How could I forget my Phil's career change and remember the way Edward's skin cooled my feverish gash on my birthday. How he laughed when I started gagging the first time he carried me through the woods while he ran. What it felt like to have his eyes on me, burning into my back in the cafeteria or staring into my soul as I glanced toward him out of the corner of my eye in Bio. I could recall every encounter with Edward before he left, but I couldn't remember graduating from college or the day Jacob put this ring on my finger. I opened my eyes the tiniest bit and studied the scar on my upper arm.

I hated myself for forgetting. So I made myself a promise I was absolutely sure I would keep. I would find a way to remember; even if that meant betraying my feelings for Edward and staying close to Jake. I would do it, and I would crush this unrelenting fear of what I had become, because I had to. I owed it to everyone, but mostly to myself.

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I woke up a couple of hours later by some fierce noises being generated by my stomach. I was starving. If I lifted up the covers I was probably bloating up like a little African kid in those infomercials with Laurie Metcalf. Those were brutal. Not only am I depressed by the fact that the poor kids were dying; I am also depressed because whenever I see that woman all I can think of is "Roseanne"… what a crappy show. Jacob shifted beside me and I noticed that he too was awake… he probably heard the noises coming from my abdomen and was worried that the kid from "The Omen" was about to create his own version of a C-section and "Alien" his way out of my stomach.

"Hungry?" He laughed and I slapped him in the chest before demanding Frosted Cheerios and a Diet Coke.

Not five minutes after Jacob left, someone ran into the room shoving the door out of their way, causing a ruckus.

"Bella!" I knew the voice. It may have been frantic, but I knew it all too well. I opened my eyes and looked straight into his. I wanted to stand up and throw my arms around him but a sharp pain in my chest kept me from achieving that goal. I clutched my side and he ran over and sat on the bed beside me.

My head was reeling. He was here, touching my arms, covering me with his frosty heat. I wanted nothing more than to wake up right now and find myself back in my bedroom in Forks. Edward would be lying next to me, watching me sleep while Charlie slept soundly in his room; none the wiser as to what was building in my heart only a bathroom and a couple of walls away.

There you have it. Let the mystery begin.

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