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Edward's POV

I wasn't stupid. I could see through my brothers lies—my little super ability with the thoughts. I knew where Alice was. It stung; but I knew Bella needed her. The thing I needed to focus on now was finding Carlisle. He was working extra shifts at the hospital, but he should have been home earlier that morning. I strolled into the living room, trying my hardest on delivering the message. Focusing on something other than her would be the best solution for now. A little distance until this whole mess found its resolve. Jasper was on the sofa, Emmett on the floor, watching another sports game; baseball this time.

Jasper shifted uncomfortably, dealing with my new emotions. Emmett's eyes never left the television; good old attentive Emmett.

"Whoa, Edward…what's the big rush?" Jasper shook his head, as if fighting a migraine. He ruffled his hair and moved several feet away from me, as if that would help. I sighed. "Look, I just have a message to deliver to Carlisle…from the pack."

The unbroken Emmett crumbled to pieces. He grumbled in excitement, sitting up straight. Jasper mirrored his expression, his eyes changing to a dark satin. "What, is our little fluffy friends up for a little one-on-one?"

Jasper smirked along with him, sharing some kind of brotherly inside joke. I was definitely not in that mood. "Look guys, where's Carlisle?"

I glanced at them in curiosity, scrunching my hair together when they shrugged. "I don't know man, but you need to tell us what the pack said. You know I hate secrets." Emmett was right; he was impatient, unfortunately the whole household knew that. Their eyes bored into mine as if their non-existent lives depended on it. I groaned in defeat.

"You two are simply outrageous. You would have found out tonight, anyway." They stared at me as if I were stating the obvious; which I was. "The pack wants all of us, as in just us vampires, to meet them along the treaty line tonight. We're settling out the whole crossing-the-line boundary issues." They didn't speak for a second, processing the information.

"Well, you know how I'm going to settle it." Emmett stretched his toned arm for clarification. "I could use some target practice."

I couldn't help but smile a little; just enough for Jasper to sense my mental blockade falter. He grinned to me, satisfied. I could tell he was harnessing my recently established emotion and was increasing it little by little.

Emmett cleared his throat. "Alright, getting a little awkward over here for me, so if you two could stop staring at each other like that I would greatly appreciate it. I mean, seriously, Jasper, you have a wife!" He sounded aghast; slapping his cheek in mock-astonishment.

I would have barked my laughter if it wasn't for Jasper. His own frustrated rage shifted a little towards me. It was nice to have my anti-happy barricade back up again. It made it easier not to think of her.

I left the room, then; pausing at the staircase as I heard their two bodies collide; the sound of two heavy boulders. It was to be expected.

Ignoring the grumbles from below, I began searching for Carlisle. He had to be somewhere close; I could smell his scent, and I could faintly hear his thoughts. He was looking over papers for a Mrs. Anne White: born in 1953, deceased 2008, heart attack.

I figured he was either in his and Esme's bedroom, or in his office. I first searched his study; less embarrassing. To my luck, behind his huge mahogany desk, sat my much respected father.

He didn't even look up from his papers as he spoke sharp and quick: "Yes, Edward?" I was quite surprised at his unusual tone of apprehension. I heaved that aside. "I tried calling you, but I figured since you didn't answer that you were still at the hospital…anyway, I guess you already know what happened two nights ago…and last night."

He still didn't peer up from his work; I could hear his teeth grind as he tried to control his thoughts on the papers in front of him. "Yes, I do know. Does this have a point, Edward?"

I glanced at him peculiarly, but delivered my message as promised. "Well, last night I sort of trespassed onto the reservation. It was foolish and reckless; I take full responsibility for my actions." I just had to toss that in. "Jacob did the same not long before. So, when I was coming back from the reservation, the pack cornered me. Sam told me to tell you that he would like all of us to meet at the boundary line tonight."

He finally lifted his head to look at me. I understood within an instant why he was so short with me. He was disappointed. The one time in many years, my father gazed at me with nothing but disrespect.

"I see," He finally spoke. He rubbed his temples; closing his eyes. "We will meet them then." I turned to leave, not wanting to upset him more than I already had.

"Edward," He called calmly, taking an unnecessary breath. I turned back to him quickly.

"Why did you do it?"

I shook my head back and forth; my barrier tumbling down instantly. I stared at him straight; my voice shaky. "I don't know."

A/N: Aww. Don't worry; this is just a quick little filler. There will be a longer chapter with more explanations soon. Reviews will make it come faster…