I don't any of the characters from charmed or twilight.

No POV

Bella made her way towards her room, the one she now shared with Jacob. She didn't complain though, she enjoyed having his company and didn't mind when she had to trade in her old queen sized mattress for a compact twin size to cater to Jacob's larger than normal height. His tall frame took up most of the space in most places her went but the large Halliwell manor seemed to fit his particular situation.

The Cullen's found sanctuary, for the time being, in the basement of the house. Michael sensed that the Cullen's weren't safe until the entire Volturi was taken care of, therefore, he volunteered the Halliwell's as their guardians. Piper seemed to dislike them, mostly because she felt they were a threat to Wyatt, but also because there were seven vampires in her home and they never made any noise. Although, she was fond of Esme.

Things were finally supposed to be at peace for Bella, she'd restored her relationship with Piper and even welcomed the Cullen's back into her heart, even Edward. However, nothing was right.

At all.

It seemed like once Bella fixed a problem, seven more took it's place. She'd made peace with her friends but now she had to deal with Edward's pathetic attempts to win her back, Chris and his wholehearted attempts to ignore her, and the mystery of the blue glowing skin.

She was glad that at least one of her problems did not have to deal with her romantic life.

Well, she wasn't positive it was but if her theory was correct the glowing could be a problem that went far beyond her romantic life.

Bella made it to her room without any attempts from Phoebe or Paige to coax her in to opening up about her feelings. She turned the knob and opened the door surprised, but glad, that Jacob was still awake at nine minutes to midnight.

"Hiya, Jake, I thought you would have deep in stage 2 of sleep." Bella smiled and set her glass of juice on her desk gliding past her bed and towards the wardrobe.

"What?" Jacob asked, raising his arms above his head, and opening his mouth to let out an exaggerated yawn.

She laughed, "Nevermind." She reached for a pair of socks and sat at the edge of Jacob's bed and she put them on, "Jake?" She asked, "Can I talk to you?"

"Sure. What's up?"

"Well, I've been really stressed lately."

Jacob laughed tensely, "That's an understatement. You have every right be stressed Bells. And angry. And awkward. And miserable."

Bella didn't respond, she wasn't sure approach her delicate situation, not only with the people around her, but especially with Jacob, her best friend and former potential love interest. It seemed like a hundred years since she had though of him as "something more," looking back at the times she was afraid that she wasn't the same Bella.

She'd practically denounced the Cullen as her family and she never made any attempts to contact Jacob. In fact, she'd been gone for more than a year and she never tried to contact anyone. The situation finally seemed to hit her and she let out a shaky breath.

Jacob sensed her worry and nudged her with his feet when he felt she was taking too long to respond.

"Bells, you okay?" His voice dripping with concern.

"No, Jake, I am stressed. And angry. And awkward. And miserable." She turned to face him, My life is going down the crapper Jake. The crapper!" She stood and paced back forth, her hands covering her face making her words sound deep and muffled, "My ex boyfriend is being clingy and brooding, my – my Chris – is being distant and cold. And I'm late."

Jake sat up straighter in bed and cleared in throat, "Late?" His voiced cracked, "As in, 'Oh no, look at the time, I should be down at the office.' kind of late?"

She shook her head and sipped at her juice, "No, Jacob. The kind of late where I haven't been able to reach Mother Nature and receive my monthly gift."

"Oh..." It was quiet for a long time before anyone spoke and Bella decided to break the deep silence.

"Jake." He looked up from his hands, his face contorted in a look of concern, "I haven't told anyone this. I probably should tell my dad but... the other day, Jake, the day we came back from Volterra?" She reminded him, he nodded, "I glowed."

His brow furrowed in confusion, "Well, isn't it normal for pregnant women to look glowing?"

Bella let out an exasperated sigh and moved forward to stand closer to the bed, "No, not like that. I looked like a glow stick, my skin was freaking blue."

Jake's brown eyes became apprehensive and he began to tremble, "Bella, what's going on? What aren't you telling me?"

"Jake, I don't know anything! I'm telling you all that I know." Bella looked down at him, "I just don't know who to talk to."

"This isn't something you talk about Bells, it's a problem, you don't talk about, you try and fix it. I don't understand why you're telling me this." He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest looking – very much – like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Why are you getting so defensive? I am going to tell my dad, you know." Jacob sent her an incredulous glare and scoffs, "Don't believe me! I don't care, I was going to tell him. I just needed to tell someone I trust first."

"Yeah, well, maybe you should tell someone who trusts you back."

Bella looked deep into Jacob's eyes and felt her stomach drop, "What are you trying to say?"

He shifted his eyes slightly and shrugged his shoulder, feigning nonchalance, "All I'm saying is that you keep saying you're going to tell you're dad about this situation but I keep seeing Charlie as you're dad. You tell me that everything is going bad in you're life but I don't know what you're life is. You tell me that Chris is Piper's son but Piper is not that old and Chris looks like he's in his twenty's.

"You tell me all of these things and I listen because I'm your friend but – but Bella I don't know... I just, I'm lost. I'm more than willing to listen to and be your should to cry on because that's what friends do, and I know that's what you'd do for me. Bella I have tried to let things go back to normal, to before you left, but you have no idea what I went through."

Bella reached out to him, grasping his large hand in hers, "So tell me. I'm listening."

"It's more than just listening, it's understanding. And I don't think I'm ready for that yet. Bella I do trust you, you're still the old you in a lot of ways; you're still brave, strong, and kind, but you have this new world. I don't know what that would is and I'm not a part of it." Jacob sighed and moved away from Bella gently pulling his hands out form under hers.

"No, Jake, you are a part of my world. As cliché as that sounds, you're my best friend, I know I have a lot of them but you're still my friend." Bella watched as he pulled a shirt over his bare chest and put on his slippers.

"I will always be you're friend, even when everything goes to shit, I will always be your Jacob, but Bells you're trying to push me to be in your life – a life don't fully understand – without any explanations. You're trying to make things normal with explaining anything."

She stood as pushed away a few strands of hair that blocked her view of him, she smiled sadly and attempted to explain herself, "I know you need answers but it's so much to comprehend and I don't want you to not accept me once you realize the truth about me."

Jacob nodded and grinned but it didn't reach his eyes, "Okay, that's all I needed. But until that time comes Bells nothing is normal between us. You can't run away from me, not this time." It was quiet aside from the loud laughing from Phoebe's room next door, where she was probably talking to that cute guy she met at the coffee shop last week.

"I should go call my dad, he worries, you know? He doesn't like that I practically ran away from home. Thanks for talking to him though, it kinda help that he thinks I'm on vacation."

Bella tried to match his smile but her lips wouldn't move upwards, "It wasn't easy but I'm very persuasive."

"Yeah." And that was the last thing he said to her before he walked out the room. Bella crawled into bed, too tired to cry, too tired to even think.

But then the pain began. She hoped that the emptiness in her chest and the sharp pang in her stomach was because of the argument, she closed her eyes and clenched her teeth together and when she opened her eyes her skin was dark blue and glowing like the sky just before the sunset.

She curled up into a ball and waited for the light to go away, waited for the ache to go away, she felt like a someone was pulling on her like a rubber band and she was just stretching and stretching and stretching...

Until... suddenly the light dimmed off her skin and her body went completely still.

But the hollow ache in her heart never went away.

It's been years since I've looked at this. I finally have the time to actually do things and I knew that this had to be one of the first.

I don't even know if people are still reading this but if you are thank you and I really hope you like it, constructive criticism and ideas are welcomed.