Note: In this story it's Rosalie Hale and Jasper Whitlock. They're not related.

For Your Eyes Only

Chapter Seven - When They Reconciled

His face didn't falter at all and he just stared ahead, his green eyes now seeming cold. I knew I wasn't going to get an explanation anytime soon today; he was acting like a moody teenager and seemed to have forgotten that I was in the dark too.

Despite this, I still felt awful for what I had done.

"Edward, I'm sorry," I said quietly. "I know what I did was against your wishes, but I really didn't know what else to do! You disappeared and I was really worried! I-"

The elevator doors pinged open and he drifted ahead, not making a sound. I huffed and followed after him, watching in awe as he floated straight through the automatic doors, completely at ease. The people around us didn't flinch at all, but I jumped when somebody suddenly called my name.

"Miss Swan?"

I swivelled around to see the receptionist smiling at me warmly. "Sorry to bother you, but that was quick... how is your friend?"

"Um... he's good," I lied. "Thanks for the concern, but I'm actually in a bit of a rush..."

"Okay," she nodded. "See you soon."

"Yeah, sorry!"

I headed quickly towards the doors and gasped in alarm when I walked straight into the glass with a loud thud. My nose twinged in pain and I clutched at my face desperately. Weren't these doors supposed to open automatically?

"Oh gosh, are you alright?"

The receptionist made her way over to me and, when I took my hands away from my face, I was shocked to see some blood there.

Great. Another accident. Just great.

At this moment, I spotted Edward hovering outside and his shoulders were shaking strangely. It took me a moment to figure out why; he was laughing.

Laughing.

"We'd better get you to a doctor," the woman continued, leading me slowly to a seat. I knew my face was bright red and could feel myself slowly heating up from head to toe. I was lucky that nobody seemed to have noticed, or at least they had pretended not to. Maybe they were secretly sniggering at me.

Just like the ghost who had just crept back to my side.

"I don't know what's so funny," I grumbled under my breath.

He snorted and I had to bit on my lip to stop myself from smiling; he really was so adorable when he did that...

"Karma really does exist," he smiled. "I guess you're forgiven now."

I realised that I couldn't hold a conversation with him here like this because people would basically think that I was talking to thin air (only I can hear Edward, too) so I flipped out my mobile and pretended that I was speaking to somebody. Edward looked a little confused but eventually cottoned on, earning an eye roll.

"You're so slow."

He grunted.

"I am really sorry," I carried on. "I was just really worried... I needed to know what had happened to you."

"I know," he sighed. "I realise that now and it was a perfectly normal reaction. I should be the one saying sorry, Bella."

He met my eyes then and the corners of my lips pulled up. "No problem." I paused. "But... but do you mind me asking what actually happened? I know it's hard for you, but the man... well, the doctor said you actually... died for a bit."

My voice quivered towards the end and I half-wished I hadn't said it, because his face looked agonised.

"I don't actually know, Bella," he murmured. "There was this... this cold pain and then everything went black and I can't remember anything at all. It's like I completely ceased to exist. It was horrific."

I didn't say it aloud, but the reason why it was like he completely ceased to exist was because that had actually happened for the brief moment of time.

I couldn't really understand why he had disappeared for so long; it wasn't as though he would have died for a whole twelve hours, that was impossible. Then again, the whole ghost thing was impossible and I couldn't really question anything else.

I was just incredibly lucky to have him back. Again, I found myself wanting to hug him, but felt incredibly frustrated knowing I'd probably never be able to.

I should really stop being so pessimistic.

"How is your nose, anyway?" Edward suddenly asked. He was squinting at my face and it made me feel very awkward. "It looks quite sore."

"It is," I grimaced. "I've got a matching cut now. They're fastly becoming accesories, by the looks of things."

"Well, you're bang on trend," he grinned. "Sorry," his smile faltered, "this isn't really a time to joke."

"The doors were supposed to open, though! Open!" I protested. "Maybe I should sue the hospital..."

"Bella Swan?"

I recognised the voice immediately and once again found myself standing in front of Dr Cullen. His face dropped a little at the sight of me; I didn't actually want to know what I looked like. I probably had a messy smear of scarlet across my face.

Quickly looking at Edward, I snapped my phone shut and headed over towards the doctor, who I was actually seeing a lot of lately. I wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not.

"Miss Swan, what on Earth happened?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

"I... erm, I walked into the door," I told him, a little lamely.

I could have sworn he was fighting a smile. "Oh dear. I'll have to take a look. Follow me."

I did so and Edward stayed by my side, taking a look around him. He didn't seem to recognise Dr Cullen, so my suspicions about them being related seemed to be wrong. It was awfully strange meeting two people with the same surname within such a short time, though. Cullen wasn't exactly the most common of all names...

"Take a seat," he said, while looking through some cupboards. "Fortunately, this time you're going to be conscious when I treat you. Last time you were completely still and... well, out of it, as they say."

I frowned. That felt like so long ago but it was only really yesterday. Or maybe the day before. I had no idea.

"Right, please hold still."

Dr Cullen's eyebrows furrowed together as he concentrated and I tried very hard not to stare at him while he treated me. He really was very handsome... like a blond version of Edward. Well, not really, but they were both pretty nice on the eyes...

Jasper Whitlock really did pale in comparison. Not that he mattered anymore.

"This might sting a little," he murmured, dabbing something between my eyes. I automatically cringed and sucked in a breath, but tried to remain as calm as I could. Again, I found myself wishing for contact with Edward; I really, really wanted to hold his hand.

I sounded so pathetic.

"Good news," he said, pulling away. "It's only a small cut so you won't need stitches this time. Just keep it clean and let it get some air. How's your forehead, by the way? It seems to be healing up nicely."

"It hasn't been a problem at all, as I said before," I answered, glancing at Edward. "I've had some... other worries."

I could tell Dr Cullen was curious but he didn't say anything.

"Well, that's it, really, I can't do anything else," he said, standing to smile at me. He was always looking so cheerful (apart from that moment before the elevator) and was really polite nearly all the time... how on earth did he do it? "Hopefully I won't have to see you in here anymore."

My eyes widened momentarily but, when he smirked and the true meaning sunk in, I grinned too. "Yeah, it's becoming a bit of an inconvenience."

He headed towards the door. "Have a nice day, Miss Swan. And please, be careful."

"Will do," I gushed. "Thank you, Dr Cullen."

"Carlisle," he corrected, closing the door behind him.

Edward and myself walked along the corridor. "Dr Cullen?" he frowned after a moment. "Are you being serious?"

"It is a little strange, but I'm guessing it's just a coincidence," I shrugged. "Do you recognise him at all?"

He shook his head. "No."

"Hmm."

We stopped by the doors and I backed away warily, waiting for them to open this time. When they did, I carefully stepped through, much to Edward's amusement. We started walking home together and, to my surprise, it was actually quite bright outside. The sun felt nice on my skin and I wondered if Edward could feel it too.

Maybe things were going to get better... Maybe.

We arrived back home about half an hour later and Edward sighed. "I'm glad to be back here again."

"Me too," I admitted. It only occurred to me afterwards what his words meant.

After making myself some coffee, I sat in the lounge and flicked on the TV. We both stayed there silently for a while before Edward sat by me. "We'll need to talk about you going to the police sometime soon."

"Yeah." I hadn't really thought much about it; it was really the last thing I wanted.

"You do still want to do it, don't you?"

I nodded, a little reluctantly.

"You don't seem too enthusiastic..."

I looked up at him. "No. I'm just a bit scared... the police are really intimidating." I'd had bad experiences with them before and didn't ever want to voluntarily encounter them again... but it seemed as though I had no choice.

Edward seemed to be psychic. "Have you had problems before?"

"My mother," I murmured quietly, not wanting to offer any more.

He sat there quietly for a moment. "Sorry."

"So, what should I say?" I asked quickly. "You'll need to go through all the details again... I need to learn them, I think. I'll just pretend it's some weird school test."

He didn't seem to catch my attempt at lightening the atmosphere.

"Well," he opened his mouth to begin further, but the phone rang, making us both jump.

"Sorry, I'll just get that," I muttered, padding across the floor to answer it. "Hello?"

"Bella, I'm sorry."

It was Rose. I couldn't help sighing a little. "Hi."

Edward was watching with interest and I turned away so he wouldn't see my face. I'm sure he didn't really want to know about everything else happening; he certainly already had enough to worry about.

"I can't believe how I acted earlier, I was awful," she continued. "I really regret what I said. I'm so sorry, Bells."

"I know, it's okay. I forgive you. You're just moody sometimes," I teased.

She laughed, clearly full of relief. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, too.

"How are things between you and Emmett now? Has anything else happened?"

"No," she sighed. "I should phone him really."

"It sounds as though you have no intention of doing so," I observed.

"It is that obvious?"

"But I thought you two were great together," I moaned. "You were the couple in school; everybody wanted to be like you."

"Things change," was her response. That was so true.

"Anyway, do you want to tell me who it was you kissed, now?" I asked.

She hesitated and finally sighed once more. "I guess I'll have to. I just... I don't think you'll be happy with me. I feel awful about it. I-"

"It'll be fine, Rose," I interrupted, a little impatiently. "Just tell me."

"Well, it... it was Jasper. Jasper Whitlock."