Disclaimer: I don't own Eclipse, or Twilight, or New Moon, or Breaking Dawn, but I'm sure you all know that already, but that's okay, I just like saying that Stephenie Meyers owns all 4 books.

Chapter 10

Okay, here is the deal, you started reading, now you have to finish, I'm telling you, your not going to like the ending, or maybe you will, but hate the sequel. Wait, was I suppose to tell you there's a sequel? Oops, too late now. So, okay, well, um, let's see, we ended with Embry noticing my new skills and Carlisle's theories. So now, what comes next is completely irrelevant to what happened last.

"April, I know that there is a great possibility that one or both of us will die, so, is there anything, that you want to do. Before. We. Die?" Embry started emphasizing the end. We had this topic before. I knew that Embry was scared that one or both of us wouldn't make it and he wanted to express his love for me before we went. I thought that we would make it through and that that was something to save for marriage, something that Embry guaranteed if we both made it.

I guess that I kinda thought about it, like maybe a lot more lately, and it started to sound like a good idea, but at the same time, something absolutely unacceptable and weird. I know that it's stupid, but maybe I'm making a good point anyway. Have you ever thought about it? My parents, for the 2 years they were able to worry about it, always told me that sex was special for a married couple.

"I don't know. It sounds good now, but what happens if we do make it out and then it won't be special 'cause we already did it," I countered. Oh who was I kidding, I wanted him. Come on Embry, talk me into it.

"Well, if that's how you feel…" He drifted off. Shit, not good, not good, I grabbed him. His arm tensed, like something was wrong.

"Embry, I thought you could tell when I was lying," I was some what shocked. He was grinning.

"I can, that's why I did what I did, silly," He ran his hand through my hair.

"You're an ass, you know that right?" I asked, and his grin grew bigger.

He picked me up, and climbed up the stairs with me in his arms. This could've been worse.

Okay, so that was the best experience in my entire life. Of course, afterwards wasn't so great, but for the most part, it was still great. Of course, I had no idea what would happen because of it.

"April? Are you okay? You look like you're in pain?" Embry asked. I nodded, pretty sure that I was okay, even though I did ache a little, not real bad though. Screw it, while we slept, I had a dream vision, which were never good. And there always was a pro and con.

Pro: everyone made it out alive of the fight (except the newborns).

Con: The Volturi guard (part) will show up.

I didn't really want to find out what danger the con was, because I already knew that I didn't like it. Sadly, I would have to be there, since I am part vampire. I could disguise myself, but even I didn't really want to mess with the Volturi. Although with that vision, it did present questions about their effectiveness. Why didn't they solve this problem already? Why would they show up after we defeated the newborns?

"April, you look pale honey," Embry rubbed my cheek. I shivered. He was cold, but I couldn't be sick, because my immune system was built that well. I was just really scared. I had to be.

"I'm fine Embry, maybe need some more sleep, but other than that, I'm fine," I replied. I was shaken up by the fact that the Volturi was going to see me. And I don't think that my little 'fine' speech worked on Embry.

"April, I think that you need to see Carlisle, you look sick," The instant the words came out of his mouth, I pulled my clothes on and burst out the door, unable to think with him there, worrying about me.

"Carlisle!" I called out as I walked down the stairs. My shirt was uncomfortably cold and hung on me. I was dizzy, not really in the mood to stand. I gripped the railing. It couldn't be possible for me to be sick, I never get sick.

Carlisle appeared at the stairs, where I now sat instead of standing. He looked at me, then picked me up and set me on the table. I felt like everything inside me was going to explode and that the food in my stomach wasn't going to be in there for very long.

Everything, half digested food and stomach acid, came up through my mouth and landed onto Carlisle's coat. It was a pale orange and not very pretty to look at. I felt a little better, but not much. My stomach was in knots and my throat was sore.

"April, I though you said you didn't get sick, ever," Carlisle said. I groaned, not the best time to rub it in my face that I was wrong. The entire thing baffled me, how could I be sick when my immune system was so well? Carlisle stood there, lost in his own thoughts.

I wonder, is it possible…? No, it's not normal, but then again, neither is April… Carlisle took out a needle and stuck it into the vein in my elbow. It pinched and a cold sensation swept through my body. He was taking a blood sample. I didn't know why, but the first thing through my head was that he was going to drink it. I jumped, making my head even worse, and off the table, only to collapse. Carlisle caught me and put me back on the table. He took my blood and put it in a container. I tried to speak, but my throat was sore enough that all that came out was a squeak. He dashed off, and came back with a glass of water. I grabbed it and chugged.

"Not so fast April, take small drinks," He said. He next took out a small, silver flashlight from his bag and shone it in my eyes. I flinched and tried to squint at him. He used his fingers to open one eye up wide. I moved it rapidly, trying to figure out what he was doing. Then he moved on to my other eye and did the same thing. I felt like I had to burp, but I tried to ignore it. Bad choice, because I threw up, again, all over the floor. Carlisle sighed and moved out of the vomit. He took a small instrument out of his bag and put a small, plastic, cone shaped cover on the top and stuck it in my ear. I could hear it beeping, and Carlisle took it out. He looked at it for a minute, then asked me, "What is a normal body temperature for you April?"

"About 102.4," I mumbled. Carlisle showed me the little beeping thing. It said 121.3°. I tried to think of what the thing was called, because it seemed familiar.

"April, I think your sick, I'll take this blood sample to the lab tomorrow to test for some things, in the mean time, go lie down with a bucket. Esme will take care of you," Carlisle said. I couldn't believe it, how did I get sick? What if Embry infected me with some weird mutated virus that my system wasn't immune to?

Esme was beside Carlisle, who was explaining to her what was going on. Then he whispered something, so low and scary, it seemed almost unreal.

"I think that she may be pregnant and showing signs very early. It may have to do with the mixture of her genes and his. I'm going to go to the lab where I can test her blood for hCG, who knows though," Carlisle kissed Esme's cheek and left. Esme picked me up and took me upstairs. She set me down and knocked on the door.

"Embry? May I come in?" She asked. I groaned, my stomach was killing me. It hurt and my head hurt, pretty much everything hurt.

"Yeah, come on in," Esme opened the door and picked me back up. Embry was standing by the bathroom when we came in. He dropped whatever was in his hands and rushed over to me. Esme set me down on the bed, and Embry kneeled beside me.

"What's wrong with her?" He asked Esme. I groaned again. My back felt like it was about to break, my ears rang with his words, and everything was too bright.

"Carlisle said she's sick, he went to the hospital to do some blood tests, he'll be back soon, don't worry." Esme said. I heard a clunk beside me. I turned my head to see a small white bin beside me. I couldn't smell anything, but I heard something sloshing inside. I couldn't think of what could be in that bin, or what it was for. My mind wasn't really on it very much. I wavered in and out of consciousness, but I was awake enough to hear Esme tell Embry, "That bin is in case she needs to vomit anymore, she threw up twice in the little time she was downstairs. I'm going to get her some water," I heard soft steps fading away, then a soft click from the door. I felt a cool hand on my head. I forced myself to open my eyes a few millimeters to see who was touching me. It was Embry. His hands were cold, like icy sheets in winter.

"Hey, get some sleep now," He cooed. It was relaxing, well, relaxing enough to put me to sleep.

I don't remember dreaming, but I remember waking up from vomiting in the white bin. Carlisle was there with papers in his hand. I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the bright light.

"I don't know what is causing this, you don't have any viruses or bacteria, you're not pregnant, and there is no signs of infection in your blood. I found a high amount of estrogen in a vomit sample, but maturing could cause that. I am completely baffled by what is making you sick," Carlisle said, throwing the papers on the side table. I moaned lowly, assisting the pain I felt in my back and stomach. There was nothing that could be causing this, unless it was my hormones.

"Could it just be my hormones?" I asked, though it was soft enough that I don't think that even Carlisle heard it, and I was too weak to communicate through thoughts. I read his mind.

What on Earth could be causing this? Apperantly, he didn't hear me. I slightly touched his arm with my finger, transferring my message.

"That is completely possible. Your body had no preparations for this and so it could be making you sick," Carlisle replied. I groaned. The vomit's smell made me want to throw up again. Carlisle to the bin and went to the bathroom. I heard a splosh, and the toilet flush. I remembered my real dad getting sick before, he was like this, and usually he was sick for a few days. In a few days, the fight could be here! I could get better by then, after all, I did see my self fighting with Edward, well, by Edward side with another male vampire. Whatever was causing this, it would pass, I was sure of it.

"Carlisle, do have anything that could make me feel a little better?" I asked quietly. He thought for a moment, and nodded his head.

"I'm not sure that this will help much, but it's something," He handed me a bottle of medicine. I sniffed the strange liquid, and retched. It smelled nasty, but if it would help, then I'll take it. I almost chugged the entire bottle, if it hadn't been for Embry taking it away.

"Your only suppose to take a small amount," he took the tiny cup on top and poured some of the liquid into it, stopping at a certain point. He handed the little cup to me carefully. Before I took it, I sat up, and my head started spinning.

"Thank you Embry," I took the medicine, not letting on how much my head hurt.

"I hope this helps," He cooed before I swallowed it. It was nasty, like some sick persons joke of cherry candy. I stuck my tongue out, fake gagging, to let on how nasty it was. Embry took the small cup from me and handed it to Esme, who left the room with it. I snuggled back in my blankets and closed my eyes, trying to sleep a little like my dad use to.

"Good night, April," Carlisle said before leaving the room. Embry stayed right by me, holding my hand, cooling it off slightly.

"Embry, do you get sick?" I asked softly, trying to use his voice to lull me.

"Sometimes, but not really since I became a wolf. Just a bonus I guess," He responded softly.

"Do you think that you got me sick?" I asked next. He sighed.

"I don't think so, but you never know," he replied softer than the first time.

"I love you, Embry," I said as I drifted off to sleep.

"I love you too, April," he said before I was completely out.

When I woke up, I was feeling great, like I was never sick at all. I jumped out of the bed, and expected to land on Embry's lap. Only, he wasn't there. I heard the toilet flush and the sink running. I tiptoed to the door and waited outside. Whatever Carlisle gave me, it sure worked well. The door opened and as Embry walked out I pounced on him. He grunted and went flying back with me in his arms.

"Geez, all he gave was cold medicine," Embry said amazed. I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't really care about what he gave me, all I knew was that I felt better now.

"Whatever, hey, want to go run around a bit? I feel a little hyper." I bounced for the door. Embry caught my hand and pulled me to him. I smiled and gave him a kiss. He didn't let go, instead he started rocking me. It felt nice, but I really wanted to run around.

"Can we go now? I really want to go run," I pleaded. He sighed.

"Everyone left to set up camp. Alice said that there going to be here soon," he announced. He sounded scared and worried.

"Oh, don't worry, we'll be fine, I know it. So let's go catch up." I started for the door again. This time Embry followed me.

"Okay, if you think that we should. Race you there," he said suddenly; a huge grin spread across his face. I smirked evilly back and said, "Your on."

And off we went.