Chapter 24

Bella's POV

I could feel Edward's grip around me tighten. The feeling of safety in his arms was a direct contrast to the vicious rocking of the Tardis.

Was this it? For a brief moment I thought that I would be soon home safe with my family but now I may never see them again.

"Think! Doctor, think!" the Doctor yelled to himself frustrated. A number of sparks flew over the Doctor's head. He ducked down and on his ascent back up to his monitor he groaned.

"Oh! How could I have been so stupid!" he exclaimed. "You know what they say about the past, don't you Edward?"

Edward didn't reply. In fact he didn't even know what to reply with. He was taken aback slightly by the Doctor's question.

"They say that we must learn from it," he stated, serious as he stood up straight. He pulled the monitor out of the way and started pressing different buttons and flicking different switches.

"Ah ha!" he exclaimed some what smugly, almost as if he had a tone of victory to his voice.

What did he do? Nothing was happening. The Tardis was still swaying out of control, but the Doctor was beaming.

I looked down to my hand that I was using to hold myself up from the floor and to my astonishment the mesh-like Tardis floor was difficult to see. Was that grass? Suddenly all movement stopped but Edwards grip around me didn't loosen.

I looked up and gasped. It was like the Tardis was fading away.

Whatever the Doctor did it mustn't have worked. The Weeping Angels were right beside us, within touching distance. They had us surrounded. I was terrified and if it were possible my heart would have been racing, my breathing heavy.

I didn't want to fall victim to their nasty trap once more. I kept my eyes on them as I knew that would be the only thing that could protect us now.

The Doctor just stood there as his ship continued to disappear. The Tardis had vanished enough for me to tell that we were in the forest beside our house and that it was still day time. A contrast to the Chicago night sky when had experienced moments ago.

The Tardis was now completely gone. It literally vanished before my eyes. The six of us were surrounded by four Weeping Angels. They all looked vicious, ready to attack. But they weren't moving. They were frozen. I assumed it to be because of our stares upon them.

The Doctor surprised me by turning his back on the Weeping Angels and taking a few steps away before turning to face us again. Much to my confusion he chuckled.

"What's so funny?" I asked, slightly irritated.

"There's no need to look so terrified. It's over," the Doctor explained.

Edwards grip around my waist loosened. Edward began to stand up slowly, pulling me up with him. We both began to turn, absorbing the details of the frozen angels.

"But how? What did you do?" Edward asked stunned.

"I sent the Tardis away and though it left us behind it also tricked the Weeping Angels. They are now trapped as stone for the rest of eternity, consumed by their own glares. The curse of their kind," the Doctor explained.

In full doctor mode Carlisle went to the still unconscious Jack, though Emmett had gotten to Jack before him.

"Really, don't even bother. Just leave him, he'll be fine," the Doctor said with an almost bored tone to his voice.

Before Carlisle could respond to what the Doctor had just said, Jack took in a deep, wheezy breath, sitting up abruptly. Making Emmett jump. He leaped up from his position on the ground and cracked his neck from side to side. His cut had completely disappeared. All that was left was the blood stains on his and Carlisle's clothes.

"You know, it still creeps me out when you do that," the Doctor confessed to Jack.

"Hypocrite," Jack replied lightly.

"Freak," the Doctor retorted playfully.

"You love me really," Jack said before sticking out his tongue mockingly.

I really didn't know what to make of my two new friends and their continuous bizarre behaviour.

We all began to back away from the Weeping Angles. They were stood in an even circle. They emitted eeriness, but to the untrained eye one would think an artistic sculptor left these statues here on purpose- but we know their true malicious intent.

"So what do we do now?" Emmett asked with a bored tone. Knowing Emmett he already misses the commotion, the adventure, as everything is now seems safe again.

"I guess all that's left now is too get you guys home," the Doctor said happily.

I grabbed Edward's hand and squeezed it. Joy radiating from me as well as everyone else.

Suddenly Edward's smile dissolved.

"Wait, what happened to the Tardis? Where is it now?" Edward inquired.

The Doctor stopped in his tracks "Oh! I don't actually know. I bet she'll turn up some place, she always surprises me. But that's not what we should be concentrating on right now. Your family is waiting and I think we shouldn't be leaving them while they're going crazy any longer."

We were all excited to be reunited with our family but I couldn't' wait any longer. My smile expanded and my grip tightened on Edward's hand. I turned and pulled Edward behind me. We both began running as fast as we could back to the house. Edward chuckled at what I assumed to be my anticipation and excitement.

The mansion came into view after about a minute of running through the forest. I sighed with relief. We made it out of the forest and to the front door quicker then I thought possible. I slammed the door open, using too much force. I heard the hinges break but I didn't care and neither did Edward.

Suddenly I was tackled to the ground by something with spiky black hair.

"Alice, it's great to see you too," I giggled as I hugged her back. I then felt something warm pulling me up out of mine and Alice's embrace.

"Don't you ever scare me like that again!" Jacob scolded as he crushed me into a tight hug.

Everyone was now in the hallway, the pack and even the Denali's were here. Carlisle and Emmett had returned both embracing their wives respectively. They must have ran back home like us as there was no sign of the Doctor or Jack.

Suddenly my heart broke into a million little pieces. I heard my precious daughter cry anguished tears.

I pushed away from Jake's embrace to find Renesmee. She was crying into Edward's chest with her short arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Edward was trying to soothe her. I ran over to both of them as quickly as I cold. Wrapping them both into a group hug. I kissed Renesmee on the head.

"Shush, its okay. I've got you," I whispered to her.

"I thought I'd lost you Mommy and Daddy. I thought I'd never see you again," she wailed as countless tears streamed down her face.

"Shush now, it will be alright. We'll never separate ever again. The three musketeers as always. I promise you," Edward reassured our daughter before he kissed her on the forehead.

Our embrace became tighter as we just stood, holding each other. Just the three of us. Our perfect little family. I didn't know how much time was passing, all that was important was the three of us together. Renesmee had calmed down completely, enjoying our embrace.

Unknown to ourselves we were left alone in the hallway. I don't even remember anyone leaving, or when the Doctor and Jack arrived as I could hear Jack's booming laugh coming from the living room.

Our reunion came to an end as Edward began to gently and slowly pull away. He smiled my favourite smile.

"I think we should talk to the rest of the family now," he suggested as he handed me our daughter. He kissed her one last time before she was completely in my arms.

"I love you Nessie," he whispered with a smile, patting her playfully on the head.

"I love you too Daddy and you too Mommy," she responded happily.

"And I love you too. With all my heart," I said sincerely.

Edward put his arm around my shoulders and directed us to the living room. Though Renesmee was technically almost one year old she did look about six. She's beginning to get a bit big for all this carrying around. But I don't care, it's not like she's heavy with our vampire strength that will never be a problem and I need her too much right now.

I giggled as we entered the living room. At least now we know where the Tardis landed, right in the middle of the room. Esme groaned as she swept up what was left of her antique coffee table.

Everyone was gathered in the room listening to Emmett regaling his over exaggerated version of what happened.

Surprisingly one of the armchairs were free so we walked over and shared the seat, with our daughter sprawled playfully and comfortably across our laps. Edward kept one arm around my shoulders as we sat.

Everyone was enthralled by Emmett's story, hanging on his every word. I felt sorry for him. When he landed in 1889 he was by himself, all alone. Where as I had Edward to help and support me. At least Emmett had met Jack but I wouldn't know what I would do if I was stuck in 1917 by myself.

Everyone's attention was then turned to Edward and I. Thankfully Edward explained everything that happened to us. Everyone was relieved that we were okay and that the Weeping Angels were taken care of and wouldn't hurt anyone else.

Eventually everyone began to break off into their own little groups and conversations. Jack, Emmett and Rosalie where laughing about something, the Doctor was conversing with Alice and Jasper, the pack were discussing strategy's for something and Esme and Carlisle were being hosts to the Denali's.

"Will you come up to my old room with me. I just thought of something and I want to check it," he asked quietly.

I nodded and only a couple of people noticed our exit as Edward, Renesmee and I headed upstairs to his old room. We only used this room really for storage now. For our music, books, clothes etc. We also kept boxes of Renesmee's baby stuff in there.

We made it to the door and we entered following behind Edward. I placed Renesmee and I on the bed as Edward began to rummage through some of his older belongings.

"When I was telling our family about what happened," he began to explain. "I thought of this when I was telling them how you gave your locket to my mother. There was always some reason as to why I bought it for you, not just because of our anniversary but well, I could never think of the reason until now."

He pulled something out of the box he was rummaging through.

"Ah ha! I was right! I knew I recognised it," he said quickly as he took whatever was in his hand and walked over to us.

He sat in the middle of Renesmee and I. He placed his palm in front of him opening it slowly. I gasped at what he revealed.

"But that's my… that's my locket," I stammered incredulous. And it was my locket or at least it was the splitting image of it. Instead of looking new though it looked discoloured and worn.

"I wasn't planning on getting you anything for our anniversary, other than the ceremony because like you said: no presents. But anyway, Alice and I were shopping for decorations last week and when we walked past a jewellery shop in Seattle I saw the locket in the window and I had a sudden urge to buy it for you. Even though it's a bit more ostentatious than the jewellery I would normally buy you. I must have somehow subconsciously recognised the locket," he explained.

"But that still doesn't explain how you have the locket now," I said slightly confused.

"Yes well, you gave your locket to my mother when we were in 1917 right? And she kept it. And well, when she died I inherited it along with my parents' other belongings," he continued.

"But how would she remember the significance of the locket? Didn't the Doctor say that they would forget everything?" I asked.

"I don't know," he replied. "Maybe she didn't realise it but I do remember her - now that I really think about it - that she wore the locket up until her death, even bringing it into the hospital."

He paused. "Since we landed in 1917 little memories and things like that keep coming back to me after I've blocked them out for so long."

"Time works in mysterious ways," I sighed.

"Sure does," Edward replied. I was unable to decipher the emotion that was in his words.

He sighed and began fidgeting with the locket. He opened it and as he did it a folded up piece of paper fell out. Edward handed me the locket as he went to pick up the paper from his lap.

The pictures inside were the same except for they were worn and discoloured due to age, like the locket itself.

Edward unfolded the piece of paper and gasped.

"It's a note… and its addressed to me…"