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AN: HEYYYY! alot of people are telling me to update soon! I know how you feel as a reader, trust me. But like many of you, i have extra curricular activities and homework etc.

I WANT TO GIVE BREE TANNER A SUPER POWER... AND I WANT YOU TO SUGGEST SOME FOR ME!

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GETOUTOFMYHEADEDWARD: I want Bree Tanner to have the ability to time travel because...yada yada yada...

so please, send in your ideas because i have absoulutely no idea what i should write...

ALSO LOOKING FOR A BETA!

"Uhh what's that smell?" I say sarcastically in a dumb mimic imitation of the idiot.

"Bree, now is not the time." Carlisle says in a calm voice, though i can hear an edge of annoyance in it. "Okay Jacob. I'm going to re-break your right arm and then quickly set the cast." The boy named Jacob nodded with gritted teeth and braced himself. I walked out into the corridor to give Jacob and Carlisle some space. I sat down and heard Carlisle rustling through his briefcase, preparing the cast before he karate chopped Jacob's arm. I kind of felt sorry for the loser.

"One...two," SNAP!

"FREAKING BLOODSUCKER!" maybe not. I stood up in a flash and was irritated by the fact that I had a wedgie. Despite my annoyance I pulled it out and heard a slight tearing noise, but assumed it was Carlisle wripping up extra pieces of material for the cast. I retraced my steps to Jacob's closet of a room in less than a second.

"...three." Carlisle had already set the cast in place and by the time he said three, he had finished trimming of stray pieces of material. I felt someone's gaze on me and it was none other than mr. i-hate-vampires.

"What?" I snapped at him, irritated. He kept staring at me, unfazed by my lack of politeness. I consciously shifted my weight onto my left foot and put my hands on my hips in a i'm-gonna-eat-you-for-breakfast sorta way. His mouth curled into a crooked smirk and my knees wobbled. GAHH! okay, that just ruined my whole macho pose.

"You're a vampire," he said. His voice was smooth and deep just like chocolate...yummm chocolate. Bree! Stop having erotic thoughts about chocolate and Jacob.

"Yes, I'm a vampire." I said and turned to face Carlisle. "Is he high or something?" Carlisle shrugged and moved out into the hallway.

"So, are you Carlisle's assistant or something?" He said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"More the "or something". I'm his daughter," I said smoothening out the non existent crinkles in my dress shirt. His mouth formed a perfect "O" but nothing came out.

"I was kind of hoping you'd bee his assistant so you could be the one giving me a shower." he winked and waggled his eyebrows at me.

"In your dreams," I spat at him. Yes, before I was the one having sexual thoughts about him. Yes, I'm a hypocrite.

"Definitely," he muttered before giving me a sly smile. I blanched.

"Okay, the vampire is leaving now." I said turning on my heels and faced the door, when a muffled laugh erupted from Jacob.

"I don't see anything funny here." I threw my hands up and stepped out into the drafty corridor. Jacob began snorting unable to reign in his giggles I gave him my best Shut-the-hell-up glare and proudly marched into the kitchen.

"I guess you gotta split," I heard Jacob say from his bed, in a mock serious voice before dissolving into another fit of laughter. Carlisle looked up from his briefcase and looked like he was struggling to keep a straight face, though there was a twinkle in his eyes. Jerk.

"Bree, you seem to have... er, split your pants." he said. Ohhh my god. I ran to the bathroom and looked in the full length mirror.

"Shit," I said before taking off my sweater and tying it around my waist. I nodded at handiwork and made my way to Jacob's room. Carlisle had just finished his speech about using crutches and not being able to phase. Okay, so I understood the whole crutches thing but phasing? What the hell was that?

"What! No phasing?" Jacob whined. He sounded like a little child not allowed to lick the icing off the bowl.

"No Jacob, it's too risky. Give it a few days and we'll see what happens." Carlisle said before a man in a wheelchair came into the room. He looked like an older version of Jacob, with laugh lines carved into his russet skin and wise intese brown eyes, just like Jacob.

"Thankyou Dr. Cullen." he said with a throaty voice and held out his hand in which Carlisle shook.

"You're welcome Billy." Carlisle said and made his way to the front door. I calmly made my way to Carlisle and out the door, avoiding the disbelieving, confused eyes of the other Quileute boys present in the room. We got into the car and headed home.

As we silently made our way to the Cullen house, an uncomfortable feeling tugged at my frozen heart. Carlisle sensed my emotions and put a comforting arm on my shoulder.

"Bree, what's the matter?" Carlisle said, his voice full of concern. I screamed out in pain and Carlisle stopped at the curb of a giant mansion. I blacked out from the pain before I even got a look of my new home.

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