I had no choice; I had to go to the hospital eventually. I heard Charlie took her, and that one of her classmates had been driving the van. And I had to see Carlisle. I knew it would somehow comfort me, to see another family member. Even if he didn't know it yet.

When I walked into the doors of the hospital, I wondered what I was doing there, and considered leaving again. But as I decided to jut walk around and put off visiting Bella, I turned a corner, and found myself face-to-face with Edward, Rosalie, and Carlisle.

"Abigail," Edward murmured, staring at me.

I took a step back, blinking, immediately thinking of last night. "Oh. Hi, Edward."

Rosalie narrowed her eyes at me, and Carlisle looked a little uncertain as he stared between me and Edward. "Abigail Bird," he said then, forcing a smile and holding out a hand. "I'm Dr. Carlisle Cullen, pleasure. Edward's told us... a lot about you." I saw something glitter in his hazel eyes, and I knew that Edward had told them everything.

"Hi, yeah. He's mentioned you before," I said, feeling sad as I shook his hand. He was my grandfather, and yet we were strangers in this world. It was like finding an old friend and then realizing they don't remember you.

"Rosalie Hale," my aunt said coolly as she gazed at me, her beautiful face frosty. She didn't offer a hand, and I didn't complain.

"Edward, we'll leave you alone for a moment. Come, Rosalie," Carlisle said quietly, nodding at me, and then he was gone with his daughter. It was just me and Edward in the hallway, and I saw the burning questions in his eyes.

"You shouldn't have done that," he said in a low voice, not staring me directly in the eye.

I looked up at him, angry. "Oh, so you want me to just let her be crushed by the van?"

"The van wouldn't have crushed her," he said in a severe voice. "She would have been hurt, but treatable. Abigail, you've endangered us now. Bella knows something's up, and she has questions. Questions you can't answer."

"I couldn't let her get hurt!" I snarled. "You don't understand, Edward. She's important. If anything happens to her, then I- I get hurt," I finished lamely. If I'd said "I won't exist", well, that wouldn't have gone over very well.

Edward looked away, then back at me, eyes blazing. "You're right, Abigail. I don't understand. Because you won't tell me anything."

"I can't tell you anything, because it's too hard to explain. You couldn't handle it," I hissed.

He looked at me for a long moment, then took a step forward, gripping my arm. "Who do you think you are, Abigail Bird? You can't just waltz into Forks and endanger us, our secret. You can't take my feelings, you can't convince a girl that we're, superheroes or something."

"Take your feelings? Edward, I made it abundantly clear that I want nothing to do with you," I growled, anger vibrating in my voice. "And I would do anything to get away from here, but I have no choice. I have to stay here until I can figure out a way to get home."

"Get home? Abigail, where is your home?"

"Why don't you go read someone's head and get the answer?" I snarled.

His eyes focused on something behind my shoulder, and I turned, knowing who it was a moment before I saw her: Bella. I gazed at my pale mother, and saw the determination and worry in her brown eyes. Our eyes met fleetingly, and she looked down first. She was standing at the corner I'd just been at seconds ago.

"Can I talk to you?" she asked quickly.

I sighed. Edward just looked at me, then turned away, saying under his breath, "I'll see you later." He was gone, and I stood, waiting as Bella hesitantly walked over to me, brown eyes sparkling with what can only be described as fire.

"Hi," I said softly.

She stared at me, searching my eyes. "I don't know what happened today."

I shook my head. "Yeah. Me either."

Bella crossed her arms, and bit her lip. "How- how did you do it?"

Staring at the wall, I answered through my teeth. "What are you talking about?"

Her eyes flashed. "You know what I mean. You saved me from that van. You- you pushed it away from me."

Silence.

"That's impossible, Bella," I told her, chuckling.

She shook her head. "No it isn't. Abigail, I know what I saw. You can't act like it was nothing."

"You hit your head," I said in a soft growl. "You're confused."

Bella looked frustrated. "No I'm not."

I just smiled slightly. "Well... nobody would believe you even if you did see that, huh?"

With that, I forced myself to turn away, and left my mother standing alone.

Feeling like crap, I went to the only place I could feel at home.

La Push.

The beach is supposed to be a warm, beautiful place, but in somewhere like Forks, it's hard to find that, let alone something warm. So even the beach here it wet and depressing. But it was a familiar place, and I walked along the sandy shore, listening to the cold, glass-like water crash over the soggy sand. It was vaguely pretty, I suppose; and as I walked in the rain, memories began to spring. Memories of Jacob and this beach, and the times spent together there.

I hadn't thought about him very much since I'd been here. It made me sad, though, and I realized I missed him with an ache I couldn't quite understand.

I sighed, and finally, collapsed on top of a rock, halfway between the ocean and the shore. I curled up, pressing my knees against my chest, and gazed out at the ocean. Seagulls cried in the misty, stormy clouds, and the always-dark sky looked a shade lighter than usual, almost like it was attempting to mock me. Beautiful.

"Hello?"

I jumped, and turned to see a young boy. His skin was dark, like the chestnut color of a tree branch. His eyes were black and laughing, and he had long, dark hair falling over his small frame. As I looked at him, something lurched in my chest, and I realized who this was.

"Hi," I said softly, staring at the boy in awe. In was Jacob; my Jacob. Here. At La Push- of course, his home. How stupid of me.

"I'm, uh, Jacob Black," he said, flashing a smile with rows of perfect, bright-white teeth. "Who are you?"

I slowly got up. Wow. Pre-wolf Jacob. It was like looking at a "before" image of a guy model: sure, he was still cute, but a lot less buff, and with his long hair, it was hard to see his chiseled face.

"I'm Abigail Bird. I'm not moving here, I'm just, uh... visiting," I told him quietly, offering a smile. I wondered if he felt anything when he looked at me, Renesmee. His future mate.

"Oh, that's cool," he replied, grinning again, as he looked me up and down. "You, uh... related to the Cullens?" I heard something like apprehension in his tone, and I blinked, looking down at my frame. Ah, yes. Pale, beautiful, and hazel-eyed. I must look just like them, which he wasn't suspicious about. Just curious. Because this is pre-everything: before he learned the truth about the Cullens, before he changed, before he fell in love with my mother.

Wow. Yeah, a little awkward.

"No, actually," I finally answered, with another dazzling smile, hopefully distracting him from any more thoughts about the Cullens. "Uhm- nice beach," I added, chuckling.

Jacob just smirked as he didn't stop gazing at me. "Not really. It's wet, cold, and salty. Not the best beach."

I glanced around, smiling slightly. It was great to see him. I really missed everyone: mom, dad... or rather, the versions of them that knew me. So I took great comfort in being around Jacob. I wished I could give him a hug, but I didn't want to freak him out. And my hugs are quiet literally bone-crushing, and I didn't want to have to deal with a dead Jacob.

"So you here with your family?" he asked, trying to keep the conversation alive.

I inwardly sighed. More lies. "Oh, no, just me. I'm here visiting some, ah, family friends, though; the Maleys."

Jacob cocked his head. "Elijah and Michelle Maley, you mean?"

I nodded quickly.

"Oh." He blinked. "Cool. It's good they have someone around to be with; I bet it gets pretty lonely in that house, since their parents died."

We began walking; I'm sure he didn't know why he felt so comfortable in my presence, but to me, it was as easy as breathing. "I've only heard some of the story about that: I mean, they don't like to talk about it," I hesitated.
"So... like, how did they die?"

Jacob searched my eyes, reluctant, but finally he replied. "Well, it was years ago, like four or five. I remember it was in town when the news was spread; apparently, they'd been out hiking alone, and some... animal killed them. It was bad," he added softly. "Whatever it was, it... like, bit them all over."

I stared at him, feeling despair in my heart. So it was true. Vampires.

"Wait," he said suddenly, eyes narrowing. "I've heard your name before. You..." He blinked. "You were involved in that accident earlier, at Forks High School. Didn't you, like, pull Bella Swan away from the van?"

I swallowed hard. "Yeah. Sorta."

He smiled admiringly. "That's amazing. The whole town's talking about it."

I looked away as we padded past a puddle of water. I got a glimpse of my reflection: hazel eyed, pale, perfect in every thinkable way. I couldn't remember feeling so wretched, so hateful, towards myself. Towards the monster within.

"Yeah," I whispered. "Amazing."

I love Jake, so I had to bring him in here, even if only briefly. Nessie is pretty distraught right now, and La Push is her home, in a way, with her "soul mate". Does anyone else think it's... WEIRD how Jacob was head over paws in love with Bella, then she gives birth to this baby, and he falls in love with her? I mean... maybe it's just me, but Stephenie seemed a little out-of-ideas. Okay, now I'm just rambling, but think: if Jacob had his way and Edward never came back, he and Bella would have grown up together and married, and had different kids. Nessie would never be around, and therefore his "soul mate" can't ever exist. Does this strike anyone else as odd? Wow... okay, I seriously just rambled. Sorry about that, had to get that out... *nervously laughs and backs away*

Anyways, back on topic! To my reader, Angelina100. You don't have PM so I had to put the answer to your question here lol. At this point in writing the story, I don't believe Edward will ever realize "Abigail" is his daughter from the future. That would significantly alter the future, and probably further endanger Nessie's existence. Hey, I sounded all sciency there for a sec! But thanks for asking (:

And even more thanks to all my readers, the dudes and chicks who favorited/alerted me or the story, and of course my beloved anonomous readers. I've said it before, and I'm gonna say it again: you guys are great!