Fate Holds No Time Boundaries
Chapter 2: Reestablishing

Forks, Washington 2010

I woke up screaming. I shot out of bed grabbing my throat, trying to breathe. Tears were pouring down my cheeks. It seemed so real, the dream seemed so real. I could feel the wind rushing back as I ran down an unfamiliar street, the stinging tears, and the cold seeping down into my bones. Everything was in sepia, no color, like an old movie. I was… somewhere running down… some street with a scarf billowing around me. Unknown houses passed by in blurs, and I had a weird feeling that it wasn't really me that was running, I was just experiencing this persons memories. Or something. "Ugh," I sighed leaning back against my headboard. It's too early to be thinking this psychological. That word in general was too much for this early in the morning. How early was it anyway? The green glow of my alarm clock showed 4:15 a.m. Great 4 in the morning on a Saturday, I'm never going to get back to sleep. Rubbing my eyes I turned on my bedside lamp, grabbed my well used copy of Jane Eyre, and immersed myself in the world of Mr. Rochester. I fell back asleep around 6:30, and the dream continued on.

Green eyes. Piercing green eyes were above me. Supple pink lips pulled into a smirk. One lock of a red curl. It just kept flashing over and over. Green pink red, green pink red, faster and faster and faster; till it spun out of control, ripping into tiny pieces. Sobbing, I heard sobbing all around me. The green eyes came back, this time with one tear dropping from the corner. The picture froze, cracking like ice, until only the tear was left.

My eyes shot open on their own accord; sweat almost pooled on my face. Sitting up, I saw the clock blinking 10:03 a.m. Sighing I stood up and stretched, wondering if Nyquil would be a better alternative to this restless sleeping.

"Hey Dad I'm going over to Angela's house 'kay?"

My dad, the chief of police, was sitting in the living room reading his paper with the Sports channel playing in the background. "Yeah alright, be back by ten." He was distracted, like always.

I went out to my newly re-vamped truck, jumped in and drove down the road. I pushed the accelerator up to fifty, loving when it went willing, and no wheezing happened. My truck just received a new engine, courtesy of my job at the worst establishment in the world. Newton's Sporting Goods, with its obnoxious employee Mike Newton, whom I can't punch in the face because he's the owners' son. But despite his pathetic come-ons, I stuck with it and finally had enough money to afford the most wonderful new engine. I pulled into Angie's white picket fenced house, and knocked on her perfectly trimmed door. It opened to Angie and her twin little brothers.

"Go on, be back by six though." She called to the boys who were running down the driveway. She smiled, and ushered me inside. "They're going to the arcade. A little bribe to get them out of the house." Her smile turned mischievous. "Now, are we really going to study or was that just an excuse to hang with the awesomeness of me?"

We laughed as we tromped up her stairs to her room. "No we actually have to study for the huge Pre-Calc test on Monday."

Her room was a dark purple with silver paintings as accents. Her bed was a huge Queen sized Canopy adorned with a silver and purple comforter set. We plopped down on her bed.

"Oh yeah, that's this Monday isn't it."

"Yep, sure is."

"Ugh I really don't want to do Pre-Calc on a Saturday."

She shot up with a pillow in her arms. "How about we talk about the new contestants in 'Forks is the most boring town in the world' game?" She exclaimed animatedly.

"There are new contestants? We haven't played that game since Ben Cheney came into town."

"I know. Now there are a whopping three new contestants, if you don't count the parents."

I sat up and leaned against the wall. "Wow, three kids. They must be enjoying this new wonderful world." We laughed, and Angela punched me lightly in the arm.

"It isn't that bad. But anyways only one is actually a biological child, the rest are adopted. But believe me, they should have had more. Their son is gorgeous. I mean drop-dead-look-good-in-the-pouring-rain-I've-died-and-gone-to-heaven gorgeous."

I swooned over dramatically. "Oh I think I might've just died and gone to heaven myself." I mimicked with a southern drawl.

Angie slapped me again. "You are no fun," she said with a laugh. "But anyway, they just came to town this week. The gorgeous one, I don't know his name but he'll be enrolled at our high school as a junior, same as us. There's an older brother, he'll be a senior, but I don't know much about what he looks like. There's a sister, she'll be a junior as well, and I didn't really pay any attention to what she looked like either."

"When did you see them? And how do you know so much about them?" I questioned. It's not like Angela to be gossipy, that's Jessica's job.

She sat back, picking at the fringe on the pillow. "Well I saw them moving into their house…" She looked all around refusing to look at me. "But I got all the info from Jessica." She mumbled quickly.

"Aha!" I screamed pointing my finger at her. "I knew it! I knew you got all that from the gossip queen. How can you believe anything out of that girl's mouth? Nothing she says is even remotely credible! Remember that time she told everyone that the reason you weren't at school was because you had that…that STD!"

"Ghonoria," She grumbled almost inaudibly.

"Ghonoria! She told everyone you had Ghonoria, which was completely not true! How can you believe anything! If you hadn't seen them yourself, who knows! They could have all been 4' feet tall with a hump and a lazy eye." We both looked at each other at the same time, and burst into fits of laughter. "Now that would be a sight to see!" I griped as I leaned against Angela for support.

"Yeah, I might just enjoy that more than if they were gorgeous."

I gave her a look, a look that said 'yeah right'. "Uh-huh, sure Angie, what about mister Drop dead gorgeous?"

She tapped her chin in thought, scrunching up her nose. "Yeah maybe not." We laughed more, than finally got down to some well needed studying.

I slammed my car door shut, stepping out into the freezing rain that is ever so constant in Forks, and ambled my way through the catastrophe that is Forks High parking lot.

"Hey Bella!" Mike called from the covered over pass, causing me to stop in the middle of the pothole filled parking lot. I waved, my backpack falling to the muddy ground. "Ugh," I grumbled stooping down and completely drenching my left pant leg. I grabbed one of the straps, but before I could pick it up the metallic Jansport plate shone with the light of car headlights. I looked up, and crossed my arms over my face, right before the car slammed on the brakes, causing it to rock back and forth violently. The shiny black car hit my arm, me being of such awful balance already, and I went careening down to the dirt encrusted asphalt. I heard my head thwack against the pavement, the muffled sound of rain and frantic voices. The last thing I saw was a shock of red and black hair.

I dreamed of an oak tree. Leaves blowing wildly in the wind. There were two people sitting intimately under the wide oak. The man had red hair, and he was twirling the woman's hair around his finger. The woman had brown hair, and was staring lovingly up at the red haired man. They were wearing clothes that dated back to a century ago. I couldn't see their faces, but I could tell that they were in love. Suddenly the young woman jumped up off the ground spinning around in joy. The man popped up as well running after her. They were laughing, but it sounded as if they were far away, and in slow motion. They were both running away from me, and I still couldn't see their faces. The red headed man caught the woman, spinning her around. They stopped and he set her down on the ground, still holding her to him. He leaned down and kissed the woman's forehead, then leaning down to sweetly kiss her lips. "I love you… Isabella." He whispered, while I finally saw the woman's face. She looked…

Just...

Like…

Me.

Gasping, I sat straight up, causing the room to spin. How is that possible? She couldn't be me that was like a hundred years ago! I fell back down on the bed wincing. There was suddenly a bright light exactly above me. I lifted my hand, plopping it onto my eyes. The pain was almost immediate. I groaned.

I heard someone gasp, and some rustling. "Oh my god! Are you alright? We're so sorry! So sorry! We'll pay for all the medical bills, if you need them, but the nurse didn't say you would need to go to the hospital. Just a bump on the head she said. Apparently that's really normal for you, the nurse knows you very well and I-" The trill voice was stopped immediately. There was this deep melody that resembled a laugh but was too heavenly to just be a chuckle.

"I'm sorry about my talkative sister. She's normally very chatty and annoying-" there was a slap and an "oof". "But she gets even more so when she's nervous and apologetic. Are you okay? Can you open your eyes?"

Oh I wish I could open my eyes, to be able to see the entity that holds the heavenly voice, knowing it would be just as beautiful. "Uhm, I don't really know. Can you turn off the light? That would probably help." The blazing light turned dark, leaving a tiny red imprint on the back of my eyelids, but I sighed with relief anyway.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, blinking at my surroundings. Everything in Nurse Clark's room was white, sterile white, which shone almost as white as the bleach used to clean it. Looking around, I saw the clock; it was two o'clock, just past the last bell.

There were two people in the room, one was a tiny girl that resembled a pixie with hair as dark as black licorice. She had ice blue eyes, that looked so familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. She was sitting on the edge of the bed I was laying in, her eyes rimmed in red.

The other was standing more towards the foot of the bed, a gloomy smile on his face. He had red hair by the looks of it, and bright emerald green eyes that made me just want to pluck them out and show them to everyone. His red hair had the same look to it as the man in my dream. My breathing accelerated. He was gorgeous.

"Thank you." I whispered. He nodded. The tiny girl took my hand.

"Are you okay? We are so sorry for what happened." Her eyes started to water again, and I could see her holding them back. "We were arguing over which parking space to use and didn't see you stop. I feel so awful… we feel so awful. If there is any way we can repay you… just ask and you shall receive."

A tear rolled down her cheek, into the crease of her smile. It was weird. I could feel my chest tightening in response to her tears. I barely knew her, but I didn't want her to be sad.

I squeezed her hand. "It's fine, really. I'm the clumsiest person you'll ever meet. I don't want you to feel bad…" I wanted to say her name, but I still had no idea who these people were. Recognition blurred her face, wiping away all the sadness that had transpired earlier.

"Oh my! You don't know who we are do you?" I sheepishly shook my head no. "Well, I'm Alice Cullen, and this is my brother Edward Cullen." She motioned to the Adonis at the end of my bed. He smiled and waved. I chuckled under my breath, while Alice resumed talking.

"We just move here from Alaska, today was our first day, believe me I will not forget this first day of school for the rest of my life." Her laugh was light and trilling, and made me smile.

"I'm Bella, by the way." I said awkwardly.

Edward laughed. "We know. Apparently you're very popular, I swear we were getting the stink eye from every passerby for hurting their prize student, today."

The inevitable blush bloomed on my cheeks. "I'm sure that's not true." I squeaked out. Something about Edward made my heart beat twice as fast, made my cheeks burn red. There was something there, something that I will find out even if it costs me everything, because it feels like he's worth it.

"Bella? Bella are you alright?" Alice stirred me from my musings.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine."

She smiled. "So what'ya think?"

My eyebrow quirked with question. "About what?"

She huffed. "About coming over to our house for dinner? We would love to have you, and it's really the least we can do." She gave me the puppy dog face and I groaned. I've never been able to resist the puppy dog face.

"I would love to Alice, but I'd really have to consult my dad first." She squealed louder than my ears could handle and pulled me into a tight hug. I cringed when she touched my right shoulder blade.

"Alice, let her breath. I don't think the point is to kill her after she agreed to come to dinner with the Neanderthals that ran her over." Alice released me hastily, the look of horror on her face. "I'm sorry!"

Edward started to chuckle, at his sisters expense. Alice turned her icy glare at him, stopping him mid-laugh.

"I swear Edward, sometimes I just want to," she made a strangling gesture with her hands. "Just strangle you. You're very lucky Bella is here, and I can't have witnesses."

I laughed loudly, feeling extremely comfortable with these two. I looked at the clock again, seeing it was two thirty. "Was I really out for that long?"

Alice glanced at the clock. "Oh yeah, you were conked out. We stayed in here for first period, and lunch, and from the last bell to now. We were not allowed to stay for the whole day; I swear your principle is heartless. But we stayed when we could. I felt so bad Bella. I've never ran someone over before." She hung her head in shame, tears starting to form again. I took her tiny hand in both of mine.

"Alice, it's okay. It's not your fault, I'm extremely unlucky." She laughed, as I wanted, and hugged me gently.

"Okay, okay let's not get all mushy again. I'm sick and tired of all the crying today." Edward pronounced, smiling. "Let's see if you can stand Bella." He suggested, walking over to offer his hand. Alice moved toward the door. "I'm going to see if I can find a wheelchair, just in case."

I threw the blankets off of me, flinging my legs over the edge and took his hand.

Boy, am I glad I was sitting down before I did that.

The electricity that coursed through our joined hands ripped through my body. His eyes showed surprise, misunderstanding.

He felt the same thing.

He pulled me off the bed roughly, resulting in me bounding into his chest. I clutched his shirt, feeling the soft fabric. His hands connected with my hips. He smelled heavenly, and his eyes were deeper than any ocean. I took in shallow breaths as we stared at each other, neither one of us blinking. He was the first to talk.

"Well, it seems as though you can stand." He rasped, his Adams apple bobbing up and down rapidly. "Now let's see if you can walk."

He moved backward, still keeping his hands on my hips. They felt marvelous against my cold skin. His eyes shone pain and confusion, as he finally let go and ran both his hands through his hair. My feet moved on their own accord, closing the gap he created, while my mind raced. That electricity was sudden, unexpected, amazing. I wanted to feel it again and again, till my entire body was numb with it.

"It seems I can walk just fine." I whispered, a permanent blush adorning my cheeks. His breathing was ragged, his Adams apple still bobbing. "Okay!" We both jumped away from each other as we heard Alice's chipper voice. "This school has absolutely no wheelchairs in its possession." He looked curiously back and forth between me and Edward. "Did I interrupt something here?"

"No!" We both screamed simultaneously.

Alice smirked, crossing her arms. "Okay, sure. But right now we gotta get Bella home to get ready for dinner tonight!" She clapped and spun daintily on her toes, like a coked up ballerina.

"We don't even know he'll say yes, Alice." She tittered over to me, grabbing my hands and making wide motions with them. "He will Bella, don't worry. I'm very persuasive." She skipped with me out the door, not giving me time to refuse. What am I getting myself into? Smiling, I quickened my pace silently awaiting dinner tonight.

Yeah! I updated! I finally got my schedule under control! And! I have the next chapter for this story and my other story Here it Goes Again! Yay! Review if you loved it, review if you hated it, review if you thought it was okay! I don't care... just review! :)