A/N: Alrightie! We're getting off on a good start! What do you guys think so far? This song is by Matchbox 20.

Disclaimer: Nope!

If I fall along the way, Pick me up and dust me off

And if I get too tired to make it, Be my breath so I can walk

If I need some other love, Give me more than I can stand

And when my smile gets old and faded, Wait around I'll smile again

Chapter Two-----Bent

"What colors do you want, Harrison? Do you want to go more traditional or something more modern?" Rosalie asked, writing down details in a spiral notebook.

He looked at his mate for his opinion but Edward merely smiled. He would give his sisters his ideas after he knew what Harrison wanted to do. The teen puffed a piece of his dark hair away that had fallen in his eyes.

"Ummm…I like…white and," He looked at Edward thoughtfully and it took the vampire a moment to realize that his mate was trying to decide what would look better on him, " maybe some soft pastel earth tones? Edward's eyes would look really nice against them. Or maybe just silver and white even. That would look wonderful." He said with an embarrassed blush.

Edward's smile widened happily.

"I agree." Harrison would look amazing in either of those choices.

~ o ~

Harrison jerked in his sleep, running through the dreamscape of his nightmares. He was running through the darkest dungeon corridors, the shadows literally breathing around him. It was a heavy wet sound that had him sobbing in terror. Words were echoing around him, frightening in their familiarity.

"Soon enough. Soon enough. Soon enough."

He felt arms materialize from the wall behind him, trapping him against a cold chuckling body. Harrison's breath was coming fast and fearful. The walls melted away and he was suddenly on a very familiar bed, on a very familiar lap, naked and exposed. He felt a hand dip into his lap and Harrison was screaming. Screaming and screaming and screaming. He jolted up in bed, falling to the floor hard before Edward could get to him. His fiance picked him up with tender, concerned arms and soft words, but Harrison, once he realized he was safe, started to cry, unable to stop.

~ o ~

Edward held his mate as he cried, his heart twisting in agony. The dreams just kept getting worst. It had to be a symptom of Harrison's over stressed, sleep deprived mind. Nightmares were common with sufferers of PTSD, after all and what Arturo had done had been traumatic indeed. He had hoped that the two of them finally getting married would make his mate happy and Harrison did seem to be happy with the idea but it was the only thing that made sense.

He had been doing so well! And then once he proposed, the teen began to relapse quickly. He knew what the sensible thing would be to do. To call off the wedding, but he didn't want to upset Harrison and Edward, himself, wanted the marriage so badly it hurt. He wanted everyone to know that he was giving himself, devoting his whole life, to the beautiful creature in his arms. He wanted to be, not only Harrison's mate, but his husband as well.

~ o ~

Spring break! The time when they were human free at last! Severus had just returned from a trip to England and Esme and Carlisle had taken then weekend to Isle Esme for a romantic get away just the two of them. Alice and Rosalie were pouring over designs for tuxedos that they were going to have tailored for everyone, taking painstaking care with the tuxes for Harrison and Edward. The boys had gone hunting with the exception of Edward who was sitting next to his fiancé, handing him crayons as Harrison colored.

The teen would flip between the childlike version of himself and the healing, timid grown version at odd intervals with seemingly no pattern. They hadn't thought anything of it until the hallucinations began. Now Edward was wondering if it was just another symptom. How could they know what was a symptom and what was a part of his mate's re-emerging personality? When he thought about it, he realized with a wince that he had no idea what Harrison had been like before he was sick.

Did he really even know this fragile beautiful creature that he had pledged his life and his heart to? Harrison put his crayons down and with a big smile, curled up in his lap. The teen leaned up and kissed Edward's chin tenderly and the vampire's insecurities melted away. He may have not known Harrison then, but he knew him now. He knew what he liked to do and what he liked to eat. He knew better than anyone how to get Harrison to go to sleep when he wanted to stay up and see the brother's wrestling.

He knew his mate as he was now. That was what really mattered. He set his mate down with a soft kiss, marveling at how wonderful Harrison's kisses tasted. It was time for the little minx to eat and Edward had promised to make him pancakes today. He went downstairs to cook, leaving Harrison to clean up his crayons and paper.

~ o ~

Harrison was happily gathering his crayons, humming the song that Edward played for him on his piano. He was happy that he had made his mate happy. He had learned to be able to tell when Edward was thinking too hard. He liked to watch that frown fall off of his fiancé's face, especially when it was because of him. He gathered the pictures that he had drawn: He and Edward in their clearing, Mama Esme in the kitchen, a flower for Rosalie, and a picture of Tom and Riddle for his teacher at school. His snakes were sleeping on his bed.

He hoped Sevvie didn't find out cause he would get scolded again. The man hated when he didn't keep Tom and Riddle in their tank. But it was boring in there! He was putting his drawings on the rack beside the window like Edward had showed him when something caught his eye outside. He frowned and looked again. It was a piece of cloth. A white piece of cloth. A figure stepped out from behind the tree and Harrison's emerald eyes widened in shock and fear.

A stooping, smirking man with a swiveling eye, but both of those eyes were focused on his own. Harrison felt sudden terror fill him. Not again! No no no! It can't be! Another figure looked out from the tree beside him, a head of red hair, tall but lacking his mirror image. Harrison saw him in his mind, clutching his brother in the demolished halls of a school long forgotten. A battle long ago.

He saw them disappear once more from his sight and he opened his mouth and screamed. He screamed and he couldn't stop screaming. He didn't even register when his mate was shaking him desperately, trying to get him to come back to himself. Not when Edward shoved the tranquilizer that they hadn't had to use for months in his thigh. Not when unconsciousness fell around him like a curtain and he was cradled in blessed darkness at last.

~ o ~

When Carlisle and Esme came home on Sunday night, they returned to find their house in a state of tense shock. Harrison was nowhere in sight but it looked as if someone had taken anything they could get their hands on to cover all of the windows and mirrors. Towel, sheets, blankets, there was even a dresser pushed against one even though they couldn't figure out how the small teen had gotten it downstairs. Edward was curled on the couch with his hands covering his face. Severus was sitting across from him.

"What happened here?" Esme asked, horrified at the state her house was in.

Edward winced and Severus answered.

"Harrison. He seems to be hallucinating again. He's seeing members of the Order out of the windows. His reasoning is that if they can watch him from the windows, then they can watch him from the mirrors too." The man explained tiredly.

Their child looked up at his parents apologetically.

"I don't understand why this is happening." He whispered softly.

Carlisle hugged his son comfortingly. Poor Edward…Poor Harrison. The teen must be terrified.

"Where is Harrison now?"

Edward sighed and gestured for them to follow. He walked up the stairs. They found Rosalie sitting in a chair outside of Alice's room. To their parents' surprise, they didn't go inside of the seer's room but turned to the closet across the hall from it. Edward knocked on the white door softly.

"Harrison? It's me. Spider." At the confused frown on Carlisle's face, Edward mouthed 'Password'.

He opened the door softly and they saw the saddest sight they had seen since Harrison had first come to them. The teen was curled up on the floor of the closet behind several boxes and buried under several comforters. He had made himself a little safety den inside the closet, lining it with boxes and pillows and things. Tom and Riddle were curled on top of a box next to a plate of half eaten pancakes. The boy looked a mess. His eyes were wide and fearful, full of frightened tears. His lip quivered and his emerald eyes looked up at Edward pleadingly.

"Stay with me…?" He whispered thickly.

Please, don't leave me.

"You know I will." Edward said softly and, earning a tiny smile from his mate, climbed into the den as well.

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