Just to answer some assumptions that people will have in this chapter- Nessie is not pregnant. This takes place the day after the last chapter; it isn't possible. I just didn't want to lead anybody on. But you never know in the future chapters! (Yet I do. Muahahaha.)

Edward's POV

"What's the matter?" I asked. She wouldn't answer, or even think about it.

Renesmee had barely said two words since she came back from the bonfire that night. The next day, she seemed so out of character, but she wouldn't speak of why. I tried to get it out of her, but she refused to think about any events that may have caused her unusual behaviour. The only thing that may have given us the slightest hint was her facial expression, which seemed concerned and worried for the most part, and blank at others. She jumped at the smallest movements did not come too close to anyone.

"Nothing." She said, making the most noise she had that day. She was paler than usual and a little bit colder. She was taking deep breaths- all I could know for sure was that she was not feeling all that well.

Her eyes cast downward and left. She was lying. The circles underneath her eyes were almost as dark as the eyes themselves. She hadn't gotten any sleep that night- something was keeping her up, but she didn't want to think about it. It was quite frustrating.

"Renesmee, I know something is wrong. Don't you think it would be best to talk about it and get it out of your system?" I asked, hoping (but knowing the opposite) that I would get somewhere with her.

She stood up rather quickly and ran to the washroom. All I could think of was, 'Smooth move, Edward.' My suggestion to "Get it our of her system," had made her think more of her physical un-wellness rather than the emotional. She knew what I meant, though, but that probably wasn't the way I should have said it.

I heard the flush of the toilet as she came back into the living room. She sat on the couch, away from me, just as before. Her face was noticeably paler than a fewminutes ago- I might have even seen some green. She sighed, then groaned.

"Renesmee, you're-"

"I'm fine." She insisted. I was glad she was talking at least, but I would have preferred the truth- even if I already knew what it was. She was not fine. Carlisle had said that it didn't look anything like the flu or whatnot- but that she might have been nervous about something, or anything along that line. At the moment he said that, she started t block off her thoughts immediately. That's when I knew that something had happened.

"No, you're not." I said, a little bit more firmly, "What happened? You seem a little... out of place lately."

"Nothing happened," she lied, "I just don't feel well."

I sighed. I wouldn't get anywhere with this conversation.

"Maybe Carlisle should-" but I was interrupted as Emmett came booming into the room.

"Eddie!" he calld with huge smile plastered on his face, "There's a storm warning tonight! Guess what that means!"

I rolled my eyes. All I could hear from his head was 'Baseball, baseball, baseball!' His tounge practically hung out like a dog's, and I wanted to tell him to save it for Jacob, but I wasn't in the mood for jokes at the moment.

"I don't need to guess, Emmett." I said, and he jutted out his lower lip, "You guys go ahead." Rosalie came up behind him and touched his arm, interested until she noticed Renesmee. Her mouth opened as if to say something, but instead rushed to her side.

"Sweetie, you look like you're going to pass out! What's wrong?" She asked, feeling her forhead, "You're cold!"

"I'm fine." Renesmee insisted again, but then I noticed: She really did look like she was gong to pass out.

'Where's Bella?' asked Rosalie mentally. I shrugged my shoulders.

"She's talking to Jasper, I believe." I said. Renesmee was tensed as Rosalie sat next to her, but not as stiff as she was when I did. I briefly wondered why, but I would never get an answer. I needed to find out. I would ask Jacob if he knew.

'Jacob,' I thought. If he did anything to her, I would kill him. Literally. He would not live for more than five seconds. 'But no. He wouldn't do anything to her.' And he wouldn't, because (to my previous dismay) he loved my daughter. And although she didn't know, I had a feeling she did too. So no, Jacob wouldn't try anything stupid, because although he is, he would not act foolish around her. So what had happened?

I needed to ask him.

"Rose, would you mind staying with her for a moment?" I asked, and she nodded. She understood the look I gave her.

'You think she'll tell me what's wrong if she won't even think about it?' she thought. I raised my eyebrows expectantly and nodded. She sighed, and began talking to Renesmee as I proceeded to walk out the front door. I could already hear his footsteps. Perfect timing.

I met him in the middle of the small clearing beside our residence. He looked out of breath, but his grin stuck to his face anyhow. There was something missing from it though- almost as if he was searching for an answer. I answered before he spoke.

"She's back at the house." I said. He nodded, looking as if he was going to continue his run up. I held out my hand in a gesture to stop. He looked at me curiously.

"Uh, Edward?" 'What's up?'

"She's not feeling that great, Jacob." I said, hoping he would get the hint. He didn't. I should have expected that, though.

"What do you mean?" He demanded. I sighed. 'Is she sick?'

"Apparently." I said, "I don't think that's all there is to it, though. Carlisle says that she doesn't have to flu, cold or anything along that line. He thinks she's either nervous or stressed about something."

Realization hit his eyes, "Actually, I was hoping you could tell me about that...?" he looked hopeful. I sighed.

"I don't know a thing about it. Renesmee refuses to think about what might be causing it. She is trying to block off her thoughts." I informed him. He looked down, but I could see the concern in his eyes. "What happened last night?"

Jacob sighed. "I don't know." He said. Frustration cooked in my eyes.

"No, Edward. I honestly don't know." He insisted

"Would it have anything to do with why she was home so late last night?" I challenged him. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm telling you, I don't know. She was acting really odd last night-"

"Yes, I've been meaning to ask you about that, too." I said, "Renesmee has been acting quite differently, regardless of her being sick."

He nodded, "Well, she seemed different yesterday. I mean, when we were on our way back. She looked a little bit Paranoid- actually, scared. She was constantly looking around-"

Again, I interrupted, "She was doing that today as well." He disregarded it.

"Anyway, she wouldn't talk. When asked her what was wrong, she insisted that she was fine. And by the way, I had nothing to do with the time we arrived back over here." I raised an eyebrow as he recalled the scene from that night. Embry had asked to speak to Renesmee for a short while, but ended up taking an hour. As she returned, she seemed noticeably different. There were no words spoken on the ride back home

"Edzilla?" I asked, recalling the last words he spoke as he returned to the present. He grinned, but it was half-hearted. I shook my head, desregarding the comment. "What did Embry discuss with her?"

"I don't know. Nessie hasn't spoken about it, and Embry says it's not important." He looked frustrated. "Do you mind if I try to talk to her?"

I shrugged. "By all means. But I'm warning you- You probably won't get much out of her."

We walked back rather quickly. He looked around for no reason except that he could. As we walked inside the house, Bella was already there with Renesmee and Rosalie, probably trying to get something out of her as well. Rosalie looked my way, relaying all the information she got.

'She wouldn't say anything for the most part,' she thought, 'But I did manage for her to say one thing. She says she's just a little shaken. She says it's lingering, and that she'll be fine by tomorrow. Edward... I think she's lying. Her reaction to whatever it was... I don't know why, but I think something somewhat of big significance happened and she's not saying anything. Keep your mind open and as clear as possible to catch what she might be thinking.'

I nodded, and she sighed.

"She almost passed out on us." Emmett said, once with a worried expression on his face. "I almost got a heart attack." And he began to laugh, but it died down as he realized no one else was laughing.

Jacob sat down beside her, but not close enough that she got uncomfortable. She seemed fine with the distance and I made a mental note to sit where Jacob was once he left. It was like he had a sixth sense with personal space when it involved her. When she needed someone close to her, he was there. When she needed space, he was gone. Right now, she needed both, so he was close by. And I couldn't imagine someone better for her.

"Renesmee," Jacob began, using her full name. He only did that in serious situations, or when he was teasing her, "I'm- We're really worried about you. Could you please tell me what's wrong? It's killing me. It's also killing Edward. And you know hard that is. Haven't you seen the times I tried?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, but stopped when I realized that there was a smile playing at the corners of her lips. Just then, I didn't care what he said about me; as long as he was making progress. Jacob's smile grew. He extended his arm out toward her, putting his hand onto hers. She tensed for a second, but then relaxed, and a thought of trust overcame her. He was making progress. I finally got another clue.

"Jacob, I told you already. I'm okay." It was amazing how she would talk more around Jacob than us. "Why is everyone under the impression otherwise?"

He sighed, giving a gentle squeeze to her hand. "Because you've been acting differently. And you're sick. I don't know if they're related situation or not, but regardless, it's not good. I mean, unless you're into that stuff. I've known a few people who try to get sick on purpose because they love the feel- wait, are you one of those people now? How could you not tell me?" He joked again. Her smile extended a little bit, and she tried to hide it by looking down. It didn't work.

"Seriously, Ness, did anything happened today or yesterday? You're decapitating Edward's intrusions. I need to know the secret so I can use it against him." And finally, she let out something close to a laugh, which was heart-warming. He had away with words, unlike me.

"I'm serious, Jake. I'm completely fine. I just didn't get a lot of sleep last night." She lied again, but had something related to a smile on her face.

"... Aaaannnndddd? C'mon, Ness. You're a bad liar. I'd say worse than your Mother, but that's impossible." Renesmee turned red.

Bella opened her mouth as if to say something, but I wrapped my arm around her waist, calming her from killing him.

"I'm serious- I'm fine. I can explain the whole chain for you if you want." Jacob didn't protest it, so she sighed and continued. "We came home late yesterday, correct? Yes. I didn't get much sleep last night because there was a storm. The thunder wouldn't stop, thus disabling my ability to sleep without being interrupted. This morning, I woke from my not-so-long slumber. In result, when I woke, I stayed tired, and had trouble responding since everything took time to process. I don't know why I'm sick- it's probably nothing. But now I am awake, and more importantly, fine."

Jacob snickered. "Sure, sure. I believe you. But you're all of a sudden sick now? You weren't yesterday." And with that, her eyes widened, she stood up, and once again and ran to the washroom. He looked over at me, sighed, and shrugged his shoulders, but a concerned look crossed his face.

Renesmee walked back into the room without the normal grace she normally had. She looked as if she was about to lose balance, but she landed on the couch rather than the floor. She groaned, and all colour had left her face. The dark circles under her eyes were much easier to see now, and her lips were much paler, as Jacob noticed.

"Nessie, are you okay?" he asked, a little panicky.

She groaned again. "I... light-headed... e-everything... is spinning... fast." The sentence didn't come out right, but I don't think anybody cared about that, as they took deep, unnecessary breaths.

Renesmee blacked out.

Jacob was startled, and shook her shoulder, hoping for a response- but none came.

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I know this chapter was a little longer than usual- and it was mostly drabble, but it was a filler chapter. I hope you liked it anyway. And please make suggestions! Love you all. next chapter will be better, hopefully.