Heyyyy. Long time, no see, right? Well, to be honest, I thought no one was reading my story or no one liked it, plus I was kind of embarrassed by my horrible writing, so I quit. But recently I have had more activity which has encouraged me to at least attempt to continue the story. Please enjoy this long overdue chapter. I'll make it as long as I can. ~DGG

APOV:

I could almost feel the ulcer growing in my gut from the problems Bella's situation was presenting. Currently, she was sprawled in the passenger seat, absolutely passed out. I had had to finish buckling her up after she passed out. The drive back to her house gave my mind time to wander, and dread all that was laid before me. I wondered if Edward would still be at my house when I got home, or if he would go to his own home to mope. I prayed he was making better sense of this whole thing than I was. Why had Bella passed out again? Could she regain her memories? What could we tell her without totally freaking her out?

There were too many questions and not nearly enough answers. Maybe Charlie and Edward had been right. If all this trying to rebuild Bella's memory was hurting her, it might be best to keep her as far from the Cullen's as possible. But what f it was her whole memory? Should she get away from Forks, as well? When she woke up this time, would she remember what had happened? Me? Me…She had remembered me, but she didn't remember moving here or any of that stuff. Perhaps she could remember certain details; after all, she didn't completely remember meeting me, just knowing me. I wondered who else she would remember. I shuddered. We would have to see Jacob, after all. Jacob, like Edward, wondered how I seemed to know everything, making him yet another nuisance. Honestly, I didn't even know how. Dreams. I just had dreams, crazy, scary dreams. Unfortunately, those dreams weren't doing me much good now. Right when I needed them, I've been sleeping perfectly for weeks. I shook my head clear as Charlie's driveway finally came into view. I had hardly parked when Charlie came storming out, anxious to check Bella's condition.

Let me just tell you how pissed he was to see Bella unconscious again.

"What the hell is it with you kids?" he roared. I leaned against the open passenger door as he stormed out to me.

"This time it wasn't anyone's fault. We were talking and then bam!" Charlie was now struggling to get Bella's limp form out of the car. I watched calmly from my position for a moment and then rushed forward to hook Bella's other arm around my shoulders as the first was done with Charlie.

"If you are protecting him—"

"I'm not, good God!" I turned to face him, causing Bella to tilt for a moment. I readjusted her, rushed her into the living room, and then turned on Charlie. "Did it ever occur to you that he feels horrible about the whole thing, or that it isn't his fault?"

"If it's not his fault then why is he so guilty?" I threw my arms up.

"Because he's a self-sacrificial, emo freak. It's because he's cares way too much, Charlie. Have Bella call me when she wakes up." With that, I stormed out to my car and drove home in sufficiently sour mood.

When first I got home, appeared to be alone an, while I felt bad for Edward, I was thankful for the privacy. I retrieved my iPod from its dock on the kitchen counter then prepared to volt myself onto the couch, but stopped with a scream when I saw I wasn't alone after all. Edward was stretched out on my couch, staring in melancholy at the ceiling. It was an odd combo of depressing and irritating.

"I'm killing her," he explained. "It's not my fault; you're the only mind for some ways. You're rather loud." He was responding to the tiny flicker of agitation I felt when he read my thoughts instead of listening to my words. I threw my iPod down at him

"Whatever. What are you doing?"

"I'm killing her," he repeated. I sat on the floor in front of him.

"Elaborate, please?" he peered at me from the corner of his eye.

"What do you think it's doing to her brain, all this? What does it take to consistently remove memory after memory?" There was a pause.

"So…we're assuming that when Bella wakes up, more of her memory will be gone?" He must have read in my thoughts all those questions I had had earlier and how his own fit in with them.

"Most likely. If Aro thought she could get any of her memories back, he would have killed her." We both flinched. "I should have known that." The only sound was me, as I anxiously fidgeted into a new position.

"What do we think will be lost?" He sat up now, to face me properly, but rubbed his face with his hands, so his smooth voice was slightly muffled.

"I believe all of yesterday, maybe a little bit of what she has recalled will be gone. That or she won't be able to remember you or that first day." I nodded. While neither option was pleasant, they were likely.

"That was kinda weird, wasn't it? How she still remembered meeting you? Your name, and all that?" He nodded slowly.

"I suppose that never really occurred to me…why did that happen? I thought that the ability would have removed everything."

"Well, even abilities have flaws." He nodded absentmindedly. "Hey,'' I perked up, "Since it's kind of…magic…y…maybe the ability isn't doing any brain damage. It's just doing…"

"Magicky Stuff?" Edward finished for me.

"I'm not great with words." I pouted.

"Believe me, that has not gone unnoticed." I fought the urge to stick my tongue out at him.

Silence filled the small room while we both moped and brainstormed to ourselves. I suppose mine wasn't quite to myself. I'd like to think that my awesome thoughts contributed to many deep, quizzical thoughts of Edward's. It would just make me feel smart. I heard Edward very quietly snort to himself and realized that I maybe should have considered this at another time.

"You've been especially bad about that lately," I snapped. He didn't respond. I grunted, but only more silence followed. Something about Bella's memories intrigued me. The things she remembered were quite random. She could remember meeting Edward, but not talking to him, she remembered being friend with me, but not how. What else was there that she remember but just didn't know about yet? What things were skipped over by the vampire's power, and why? I would think that the goal was to erase every shred of the Cullen's, so why leave in meeting him? And I had been there all along; shouldn't I be gone, too? Then, somehow, it clicked. How I'd missed it, I wasn't sure, but I got it now. I looked at Edward and his look of absolute joy matched mine, but I stopped him from saying anything.

"Just wait for me to say it, Eddy."

"Amelia!"

"Please? Come on! This is my big, smart moment." He rolled his eyes but clamped his mouth shut and waited patiently. I used my revelation voice. "Since your powers don't work on Bella, and neither did Aro's or Jane's—"

"Now wait a second, I never told you about that!" I quickly thought of something else so as not to give away my dreams. I didn't like sharing such personal info. I just shrugged then kept going.

"But powers like your brother and sister's do, so it must be Bella's mind," suddenly a dream from a few nights ago came flooding back to me, with new meaning. "The Amnesia dude's power must have been pretty strong to work, but Bella's stronger, and certain things that stand out come back to her—like our friendship or that first day she met you."

"It's brilliant! You're brilliant, Amelia." Edward's smile was back, full throttle.

"…I think."

"It makes sense, wouldn't it—?"

"I know, I know, Eddy. It makes sense, but we're letting emotions clog logic. We shouldn't plan around this or anything until we've proved it, or something."

"Amy, really, is this necessary?"

"Edward, we don't really have time for trial and error."

"Oh, what's our time limit? I've got forever, keep in mind."

"Yes, you do, but Bella and I don't. Though I doubt that any of this would take that long. But I also don't want to fry her brain before we have a chance to bring her back.

"But wouldn't—"

"Edward, please, work with me here. I really think that we should test this, for more than one reason." Comprehension spread across his features then a dark scowl.

"No. I can't believe you. Such ridiculous…" he grumbled too low for me to make out.

"Edward, Jacob's one of the strongest connections she has, especially since you left. Plus, he's not totally related to you, so there's a chance that seeing him won't send her spiraling into unconsciousness again!"

"No. No, Amelia. That's not why you're doing this. None of that matters to you. You're making up excuses to go see him." My breath caught in my throat.

"What??" I hissed. "You think I want to go down there? To be with those people I hate?"

"Your people..." he interrupted. By now, he had stood and was pacing through the kitchen. I clamored to my feet to go yell at him.

"Not my people! Those are the people I hate! And Jacob Black is no exception. There is no reason for me to like him. He's a child." Edward opened his mouth to protest but I cut him off. "You're paranoid, Cullen. Just because Bella got attached to the Werewolves, you're certain that you're going to lose everyone to them. Well you're not. Chill. Bella still loves you, even after you left. That's right, Eddy, you left. What did you expect when you wanted her to have a normal life? What does normal life mean to you? Never meet new people? Don't befriend people because they hate your ex-boyfriend? That's how you make friends, Eddy: common enemies. You're being outrageous, so calm down. I'm on your side, but like it or not, they're friends. They're friends and in the end, I think it's best for everyone if she sees him again. We can't be like Charlie. We aren't allowed to choose which parts of her life she gets back. " Edward's lips were pressed into an even paler line than usual, but he finally swallowed and nodded. "Good boy, look, we'll talk later. I really have to have some time to myself. I'll call him and talk to him. It's better if you're not here." There was and awkward pause and neither of us met each other's eyes. I didn't know what to do, but I edged forward warily, and wrapped my arms around Edward's stony torso. "She'll be okay, Edward. Trust me." I squeezed a little tighter, though I wasn't sure if he felt it. "We will make her okay, and no matter what happens, she will always love you."

Hope that was up to everyone's standards. If there are any questions, conscerns, all that bad stuff, let me know. All reviews are welcome, though. I'm here to learn, so let me fast, I want to thank all my readers/alerters/favoriters who are the reason this story is even going. Muchos Gracias!