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~Previously on Bizzaro Twilight…

~EPOV~

"It's not possible," was all I could say.

Flashes of meadows and laughter and sunshine flooded my mind. Candy and Christmas and enormous birthday parties. Green eyes like mine and a warm embrace when I was scared.

Safety, comfort and joy mixed with fear, uncertainty and tears.

Bella started to growl protectively and I was snapped out of my trance.

A smile I'd only seen in memories that were fuzzy at best, stretched across the face of the woman that stepped out from the trees.

"It's okay," I said to Bella as I laid my hand on her shoulder. "That's my mother."

x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

Bella's head whipped around. "Your what…I thought she was…" Bella looked between me and the woman standing about ten yards away.

"Edward!" I heard both women shriek and it wasn't until then that I realized my knees had just buckled from underneath me and I was going down.

My body started to shake violently and my eyes burned, like they wanted to cry but I didn't have tears. I fell forward and caught myself with one unsteady hand that sank into the earth with the force of my new weight.

"Mom?" I choked out in dry sobs.

It felt like I was trying to breathe liquid lead. The air seemed so heavy and thick as it whooshed in and out of my body until I remembered that I didn't actually have to work this hard, I didn't really have to breathe, so I stopped.

"Hello son." Mom smiled, lightly pulling her fingers through my hair, trying to tame the unruly mane that had topped my head all of my life. Even as a child my hair had a mind of its own.

As soon as her palm touched my skin, memories slammed into my mind like a tidal wave, flooding my brain with the last twelve years of her life.

I couldn't stop them; they just kept coming and coming.

The first time she saw Dr. Cullen all those years ago when she was sick, the constant nauseated feeling churned in my stomach. All I wanted to do was vomit but there wasn't anything inside my body to regurgitate. An odd sense of relief, tinged with fear and sadness washed over me as Dr. Cullen said there was nothing he could do. The sense of hope that clung to me as I listened to Esme explain what she could do for me. Sadness as I saw three sleeping boys, realizing now that one of them was me.

I was nine.

~BPOV~

When I saw Edward go down, I rushed over to his side and so did she.

I wanted to care for him, he was mine and I couldn't help the part of me that felt slightly threatened by this woman.

It was instinct, on both our parts, hers as a mother and mine as a mate.

I watched Edward cry nonexistent tears, breaking down, his body near convulsing. I started to back away, letting them have their moment. I didn't want to; however I couldn't help but feel sadness for her. I couldn't begin to imagine being separated from my family for twelve years or being separated from Edward for any length of time and I didn't want to, so I took a step back.

Edward's hand flashed behind him and he gripped my ankle, keeping me from going any farther and, for whatever reason that made me feel better.

I sat behind him just as his body crumpled back against me. He was groaning in pain and his head fell into my lap, his hands curled against his temples as he twisted into the fetal position.

"The pain," he moaned. "So much..."

"What are you remembering right now?" I frantically asked his mother.

"Nothing," she answered.

Edward focused on me for a moment. "Too fast…can't stop…Bella, help me," he pleaded as his lids fluttered and his eyes rolled back in his head again.

I looked up at his mother, while cradling Edward in my arms, fear and worry were etched all over, marring her pretty face.

"Shit," I muttered to myself as I wrenched Edward around in my lap to get a good hold on his head.

I pressed my palms to his face, closed my eyes, and prayed to whatever God governed creatures such as us for guidance.

The power spike flowed through my fingertips and up my arm with such intensity that I was almost knocked back.

I girded up all of my concentration and dove into his head.

His mind was just one big swirling mass, no real rhyme or reason; memories flying around left and right, upside down and inside out.

Fuck.

I saw Edward standing in the middle of all the chaos, his eyes wide and unblinking, darting this way and that not knowing where to look next.

I called his name, but he was too deep, he couldn't even hear me.

The memories were so…thick, for lack of a better word. I had to virtually wade through them to get to Edward.

"Edward," I said once I was right up beside him, placing a soft hand on his cheek. "Honey, can you hear me?"

"Yep," he says quietly, but he's still not really focusing on anything in particular.

"Edward, I need you to concentrate okay?"

"Yep."

Still nothing, shit.

"Edward, damn it, you have to control this!" I shout, grasping his shoulders and shaking the hell out of him.

The memories swirling around us flicker on and off about three times before they stop, vanishing into the black around us until it is just Edward and I standing here.

Edward shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut.

"Are you all right?" I asked him.

"Yep," he said with that smirky grin.

"Not funny," I scolded.

He chuckled a little before his face got that mask of seriousness again, the one I'd seen just before he went near catatonic.

"She's really here isn't she?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah, she is. Were you able to understand any of what you saw?"

"I think so, a good bit of it anyway, I think my dad was in on all of this but it was everything was flying at me so fast I couldn't keep up and it then it was almost, I don't know…hypnotizing me," he explained.

"Are you sure you want to do this right now, if you're not ready…"

He shook his head. "I think I'll be okay, as long as you're with me," he smiled.

"Always."

"Okay, then let's go."

~ReneePOV~

Stepping out of the back door I caught two very familiar scents floating in through the woods, Edward and Emmett.

Even though I hadn't smelled them in twelve years, I knew my boys.

In the time I was in Alaska, they were all I thought about, Charlie and our boys. They were the only thing that got me through the change, or the four days of hell as I like to call it.

Carlisle warned me that the transformation might take longer than normal because of my illness but that four days seemed to drag on longer and was more painful than the two years I spent in and out of the hospital.

Standing in the middle of the forest, the two scents I knew as well as my own flowed around me and followed the one that was the closest, my youngest, Edward.

The female he was with was sexually charged, as was he. The exchange between them was primal and raw and I probably should have left them alone, but the need to see my child again was too strong and I approached.

My little Edward had grown into the most handsome man. He never did grow into that hair of his though, that made me smile.

That was when all hell broke loose.

Edward's body contorted and he started whimpering and moaning about being in pain as he crumpled back against his female.

"What are you remembering right now?" she snapped at me.

"Nothing," I replied, starting to panic.

This wasn't quite the reunion I had envisioned for the past twelve years.

I always imagined that it would be one of those reunitings you see in the movies where emotions are overflowing and everyone can't stop hugging each other.

But then again, in my mind, they were still little boys. Intellectually I knew they would have aged and were men now, however there was that part of me that was craving for the feeling you get when your child grips you around the neck like you are the only thing keeping them from harm. You are their savior, their comfort, their protection, their world.

The female guided Edward into a better position in her lap and pressed her hands to the sides of his face and the power that fluxed between the two of them was palpable, making the little hairs on the back of my neck jump to attention.

Every muscle in Edward's body was rigid and he was laid out, stiff as a board across her lap, but she held him gently, lovingly.

The energy coiled around the three of us, tighter, building the invisible tension in the air. Pulling it taut until it finally snapped and Edward relaxed against his mate.

The female exhaled a long breath she'd been holding and began to caress Edward's face, pushing his hair around on his head. "You're back," she said softly.

I saw Edward's throat flex as he swallowed and his eyes fluttered open. "Thank you," he croaked, brushing her cheek with the back of his trembling hand.

After a few moments, I assumed to gather his bearings; Edward sat up and just stared at me.

I wanted to reach for him, gather him in my arms, but after what happened the last time I tried to touch him, I resisted every maternal urge in my body.

"Um," Edward said quietly, pulling his hand through his hair, lightly tugging at the roots.

He'd always done that when he was thinking. It used to drive me crazy. I was convinced that if he kept it up he'd be bald before he hit eighteen. But now, it made me smile when I remembered what I used to tell him.

"Stop it, Edward, you're going to pull all of your beautiful hair out," I said gently.

His fingers stopped, still entangled at the top of his head and that crooked smile of his broke out across his face as he stood, reaching his hand out he helped his mate to her feet before he helped me to mine. Something that was completely unnecessary but it was good to see that my efforts to make sure my boys were always gentlemen stuck with them even in my absence.

I tentatively placed my hand in his and couldn't believe how big his hand was, his long fingers nearly wrapped around my hand twice. It seemed like our places had been switched because I was the one that was looking up at him now.

"Mom, this is Bella," he said and I could hear the love in his voice when he spoke her name. "Bella, this is my mom, Renee."

The young woman, who couldn't have been more than eighteen when she was turned, reached her arm around my neck and pulled me into an embrace.

"Thank you," she whispered.

This confused me, I wasn't sure what I'd done to warrant any thanks. Before I could ask what she meant, I heard a horrible ruckus that sounded like a rhinoceros barreling through the wilderness.

The ground rumbled beneath my feet and scent of corn and honey with a little bit of rich oak mixed in wafted past and made me smile.

Emmett.

"Shut up," was all he said as he stood staring at me from between the two trees he'd just knocked askew.

A tall blonde female came to a skidding stop at his side.

"You see her too, right?" he asked her quietly.

I heard her say yes, but before she could get another word out Emmett was sailing through the air toward me, scooping me up in his arms and squeezing me in a bone crushing embrace.

"Emmy, honey, you're hurting me," I mumbled against the hard as granite muscle that banded across his giant of a chest.

"Oh Jesus, shit mom, I'm sorry," he muttered as he gently put me down on the ground. "I'm just so happy to see you; I got a little carried away."

Just like Emmett.

His mate was truly a lucky woman because Emmett loved with every fiber in his being. He didn't know how to do anything halfway. If you had his love, you had it all, one hundred and thirty-two percent. I was so glad to see that hadn't changed.

Every one of my boys had turned into a fine man, and I couldn't have been more proud to be there mother than I was right now.

I wanted to feel sad for missing the last twelve years of their lives, but I couldn't.

Yes, I had missed out on so many years with them, but there was so much more to come that I would be a part of. And I never would have had this future with my sons if I would have died in that hospital bed, twelve years ago. Now, I could make up for that time and had all of eternity to do it in.

Speaking of eternity, I needed to get back to Charlie. I missed him so much and I wanted to have all of my boys together again, at the same time.

No, I didn't want it, I needed it.

"Boys, would you mind terribly if I asked you to come back to the house so your father and I can explain everything, the best we can?" I said, hoping.

"Sure," Emmett spoke up, one of his big bulky arms still draped around my shoulders and the other around his mate.

Edward looked uneasy, shifting his weight from one foot to the other in a very human fashion, only faster than a human actually would.

"What are you waiting for runt," Emmett said, slapping the back of his hand against Edward's chest, "say yes."

His female cracked Emmett on the back of the head.

"Ow, what was that for?" Emmett whined, rubbing the back of his skull.

"For calling your brother that ridiculous name, he's newer than you and can probably kick your ass so you better watch out, he hates it when you call him that," she retorted.

I leaned across Emmett's barrel chest and smiled up at his mate, she sure was tall.

"I like her," I grinned.

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Edward was nervous about going back to the house because he had yet to try his hand around a human, let alone two he cared so much about. So we went for a quick hunt first.

I'd almost forgotten that that was one of the reasons I took off into the woods to begin with, I needed it as well, especially around Charlie.

As odd as it sounded, it was such a treat to watch Edward and Emmett, they were both naturals, like this is what they were made to do and to see them interact with their mates, the tenderness and outright love, made my cold heart swell with pride.

Alice was waiting for us at the edge of the Cullen's yard when we arrived, assuring Edward that he would be fine but he was hesitant, worry still creasing his brow. It took some persuading, but eventually we were all walking through the back door.

~CHPOV~

My heart leapt in my chest when I heard the back door.

I couldn't express how despondent I felt when Esme and Carlisle returned without Renee, but when they explained that she was with Emmett and Edward, I felt a little better.

Not by much though. I doubt I would really feel better until Renee was in my arms again.

I vaulted myself off of the couch and nearly shoved little Alice out of the way when she came into view first.

"Hold up there Chief," Alice said with a giggle, grabbing my by the back of the collar as I tried to get around her. "Edward is a little edgy right now. You two," she indicated to me and Jasper, "are the first humans he's been in contact with and this will go a lot smoother if you don't launch yourself in his direction."

"Oh, okay," I said, stopping where I was. I had to fight my own legs to make them take me back to the couch with Jasper because every muscle in them was itching to run straight to Renee.

Alice, Carlisle, Esme and a blonde vampire woman, that I assumed had to be either Bella or Rosalie, surrounded Jasper and me. I craned my neck around the tall blonde and felt my breath quicken when Renee stepped into the room and graced me with her glorious smile.

The woman looked over her shoulder at me and giggled at my reaction.

"I know, isn't it cute," Alice squeaked from her place next to Jasper to my left.

Renee glided over to the Amazon sized blonde. I'd never seen Renee move so smoothly, she'd always been a little on the clumsy side, tripping over her own feet on a regular basis and the like. But now, my god, she practically floated.

She passed between the blonde and Esme to stand in front of me. Her cool finger ran along my cheek and I nearly fainted.

"It's time my darling," she whispered to me.

I didn't have to ask what that meant, because I knew. It was time to come clean with the boys. As the years past, when I was alone in this very house, I thought about this moment.

Movement in the doorway from the kitchen caught my attention.

"Holy shit," I gasped.

There, standing not twenty feet away, were Emmett and Edward and Jesus Christ, they both seemed to have gotten bigger.

Emmett breathed easily and that 'shit-eating-grin' of his, twisted up the corners of his mouth. But Edward's chest was still, unmoving and his eyes were wide and blazed a dark red, a small brunette stood by his side.

A rumble sounded from that side of the room. The brunette slid her hand around Edward's and the sound immediately ceased. Edward leaned toward her, closing his eyes and nodding his forehead against hers and as strange as it sounded, the air around them appeared to thicken for a split second.

"He's okay," the blonde woman said and everyone in the room seemed to relax.

As we all sat, Esme remained standing.

"I'm sure all of you are wondering what is going on," she said and there was a silent chorus of nods.

"Well, a long time ago, a little vampire awoke with a vision," she began, smiling over at Alice.

Esme told of how Alice guided them to find Rosalie and Bella. Then, over a hundred and fifty later, to Forks where they quietly checked in on Renee and myself and our boys, watching, waiting.

Renee then stood beside me, taking over the story.

"I remember Charlie and Dr. Black telling me about how renowned this Dr. Cullen was," she snickered at the memory, before her face shrouded with emotion. "Honestly, I wasn't interested in what he had to say, I was done. I was tired of being poked and prodded and scanned and lit from the inside out and the last thing I wanted was another doctor coming in with the supposed answer, only to run the same tests over and over again." Her sorrowful eyes gazed at me. "But when I saw the hope in your eyes, that maybe he was the one with all of the answers we'd been looking for in the past two years, it broke my heart, so I conceded to see him and vowed that this would be it. If this Dr. Cullen was going to come in here and tell me the same thing as all of the countless doctors before him had said, I was going to die. If that was the case, then I would go out on my terms, in my own house, not hooked up to a million different beeping machines with nurses buzzing around, checking this and that every thirty minutes."

She paused, perfectly white teeth working her bottom lip.

"When Carlisle came in to see me for the first time, in the hospital, I had psyched myself out for another battery of horribly unpleasant tests. But when he walked in and told me that he had already looked over the mountain of paper that was my chart, he didn't see any need to run me through yet another batch of tests and in his eyes I found a sense of peace and suddenly, it didn't matter that he was telling me that I only had days to live on this planet." She looked over at me, a sad smile on her lips. "You were so mad at me when I didn't fight, I could see it in your face when I told you to take me home."

"The next night when Esme and Carlisle came to me and told me about Alice's vision, that I could have a new life as one of them and I could have my family by my side, my Charlie and my boys, it all sounded too good to be true. I wasn't sure if I believed them, not at first. But then something inside of me, I don't know if it was hope or hopelessness that made my decision, maybe a little of both I supposed, but I had one fight left in me and I had to make it count." she said quietly, her voice breaking. "If there was even a hint of a chance that all of this was real, if there was a glimmer of truth to any of what I heard that night, if it wasn't really the end, but just the beginning...I had to go, I had to try." Her topaz eyes shifted to the sofa where Edward and Emmett sat. "Please know that there wasn't one second of one day that I didn't think about each and every one of you. I used to drive Tanya crazy, wondering what you were all doing from one moment to the next. Was Emmett was teasing Edward too much, was Jasper was taking care of himself instead of everyone else and if you were all seizing every opportunity that came your way. I would sit, sometimes for days at a time, and list everything that I missed. The night I left, I went to say good-bye, but I couldn't find you boys anywhere. I looked in every one of your rooms only to find empty beds."

Suddenly Edward stood; the sadness in his eyes mirrored that of Renee's exactly, like he was feeling everything for himself. He reached forward and took her hand in his.

"But you found us all huddled together on in the middle of your bed, under that funky quilt you made using all of our old baby clothes, the squares were all lopsided and different sizes and the damn thing was wider on the bottom than it was at the top and it was possibly the most hideous thing…" Edward pressed the back of her hand to his face, "but, it smelled like you." His crimson eyes flashed to me and they seemed softer than they were when I first saw them, the red seemed warmer, not as dark. "Dad still has it on his bed." He smiled over at me.

"What?" Renee whispered as she turned, staring at me. "You hated that thing."

I shrugged one shoulder. "It was something that was special to you and when I remembered hard enough, it still smells like you."

Renee didn't say anything, her mouth hung open and she just stared at me.

"Charlie, I…" was all I heard before Renee was across the room, flinging herself into my arms, pressing her cool lips to mine.

I couldn't stop myself. I kissed her like I'd wanted to all this time, twelve years of waiting spilled out of me as I pulled her closer to me, wanting to consume as much of her as I could.

Her hands fisted in my hair as her icy tongue slid into my mouth.

"Um….mom, dad…" Emmett said gently. "We are like, right here, right?"

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