I knew he would be there when I got home.

It was really late- one in the morning- but I felt no sleepiness as I flipped on the light-switch to the guest-room. Naturally, Elijah was asleep, and Michelle, too. I'd slipped in through my window, just like my guest, who was sitting on my bed.

"Hello, Edward," I said colorlessly, dropping the books on the desk by the window.

My father's eyes were gold, as if he'd hunted recently; slowly, he turned his head, and I saw something in his eyes that worried me. "Abigail Bird," he said in his soft, musical voice. I stood rigid, not sure what to do.

Slowly, he stood up, and walked over to me. His expression was bitter, but strong, and defiant. Without speaking, he was suddenly alarmingly close to me, and he reached out, grabbing the back of my head, and crushing my lips into his.

For a fraction of a second, I was in a state of shock. I couldn't believe he had just done that. But as the shock quickly wore off, I realized what the hell was happening. My father was kissing me. Yup, this was a no-no.

I shoved myself away from him, rubbing at my lips, and almost hacking. "Who do you think you are?" I gagged.

Edward slowly touched his lips, and then stared at me, expression surprised and uncertain. "Forgive me. I- I meant no harm. But, I just... I had to check. I had to know... if it felt right. If you felt right."

I stared at him, feeling far too disgusted and freaked out for words to capture. "And, did it?" I inquired, bitterly sarcastic, making a face.

He hesitated. "No."

I blinked. "Really?"

Edward stared at me. "I can't understand it. I- I thought you were right. I thought you were the girl I've waited a century for. But, for some reason, something's... missing."

The guest door banged open suddenly, and, to my mortification, Elijah stood there. His gray eyes were flaming, and his shaggy hair looked messy, as if he'd suddenly woken up. "What the- Edward?"

"Elijah, what- what are you doing?" I hissed, leaping up and standing between him and Edward, just in case it got physical.

Edward looked calm. "Hello, Elijah Maley."

Elijah balked at him. "What are you doing in my house?"

Edward cleared his throat, nudging me out of the way. "I came to visit Abigail, but I'll be going now."

"Yeah, you will," Elijah growled, face clocking between me and the older vampire. "I should sue for trespassing or something-!"

"It's not trespassing if someone in the house wants me here," Edward purred.

"And that would be?"Elijah demanded.

Edward nodded at me. I stiffened, wondering if he was really that dumb.

"Do you want Edward here?"

I shook my head.

"Did you see what she said? Nessie wants you out, now!" Elijah barked, looking furious as he stalked towards Edward. I froze, and so did my father: Elijah suddenly realized his mistake.

"Nessie?" Edward slowly turned towards me. "Is that it? That's your name?"

"No!" I shouted.

"Get out, before I call the police," Elijah threatened in a low voice. I was surprised at the amount of danger and power in his voice right then, and I almost admired it.

Edward just stared at me for a moment longer, hazel eyes burning into mine, before he slipped out the window, and was gone. The room seemed to hold its breath for a moment, then relaxed. I collapsed onto the bed, and

Elijah went to the window, securely shutting and locking it. He turned to me, face questioning.

"How did you know he was in here?" I asked weakly.

Elijah shrugged as he walked over and lay on my bed. "I heard voices, and came to investigate. I have to admit, I didn't expect it to be your freaking dad."

I sighed, shoulder heavy with defeat. "He kissed me."

I thought Elijah's head might just go spinning off his shoulders and blow into fireworks. "What?"

"Yeah." I stared at the wall, thinking about what my father had said. That it had felt wrong. Like I wasn't the right choice. What did that mean? That he was realizing I was indeed the very, very, very wrong choice for him?

"That bastard," Elijah muttered.

"Relax, bucko," I sighed, chuckling. "It's done. I think he realized something... felt off about the kiss."

Elijah snorted. "Um, yeah."

I just reached out and ruffled his hair, like he was a loyal little dog who had scared off an intruder. "Well, I owe you for getting rid of him ."

He smiled, somewhat devilishly. "You owe me, huh?"

I hit his arm (and purposefully with some force) so that he groaned in pain and let me alone. As we sat in the quiet, I felt more relaxed than I had in awhile. I was glad our old relationship was back: friendly, care-free, and sometimes spiteful. We'd forgotten about the fight, and I intended to put it as far behind us as possible.

From outside, there came some low strokes of thunder, and as we waited a moment, the lightning followed faithfully. Golden flashes draped the room in a freaky glow for a heart-beat before fading to blackness outside again.

"A storm," Elijah said, staring out the window.

"No kidding."

He rolled his gray eyes, and looked at me. Suddenly, the playfulness was gone as I remembered our meeting after the fight. We'd been so close. I could count every speck in his pretty eyes. We both sat there, unsure, and neither wanting to move.

He moved first.

"I should go. School tomorrow for some people," he said softly, moving away.

I touched his arm. "Don't... go. I- hate storms."

He hesitated on the foot of the bed, then turned around, and smirked. "Alright, pussy cat."

For the rest of the night, we sat there. Talking, laughing, joking.

It was this night that we truly became friends.

Because of me, Elijah got exactly two hours of sleep. When he dragged himself out the door the next morning, I told him he was an idiot for going to school, and might as well skip the day. But he just shrugged and drove off (I think he was quite pleased to get in his truck again; I'd been hogging it for the past few days).

After all that had happened in the grand total of four days I'd been here (I think it's four; I've stopped caring enough to count), I decided to take a day and do nothing but donate it to looking at the pocket watch that got me into his whole mess.

So I slipped into the study after Michelle left for her job (someplace downtown; after Elijah explained everything to her, we haven't talked beyond a casual "goodmorning") and got out the pocket watch. As it spilled out of my hands and clutched the desk, I admired it once more. Evil little toy or not, it was still beautiful. The gold was smooth and reflective, and it curled into the medieval-looking image of the griffin. One paw raised, wings extended as if he were about to swoop into the sky, his beak was lifted proudly and seemed to almost want to talk to me as I stroked it.

And of course, the wannabe-diamonds encrusted around the delicate image, stapled perfectly into rows of curling twine and flowers. It looked old; and I knew it had to have been around as long as the old dude who'd given it to me.

I poked it, and naturally it just sat there, looking a little offended I'd done that. I chuckled and continued prodding the little toy. Finally, I twirled the small button on the side, and the watch clipped open. I braced myself, and yet...

Yup. Nothing.

The clock was still dead.

Frowning, I nudged it again. The phone suddenly uttered a piercing ring, and I jumped, knocking the watch off the desk and sending it flying to the floor. It hit with a sharp thud, and as I poised to answer the phone, I heard something that made my bones lock.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Slowly, my eyes traveled down to the floor, where the watch was ticking. The face was open, and the black, perfectly crafted hands were moving.

"No way," I breathed, ignoring the prattling phone as I bent over. Hesitating, I considered just leaving it there. Why had it started ticking, anyways? Finally, pushing past my apprehension, I reached over, and brushed the tips of my fingers over the watch's brim. To my shock, it was searing hot, and began to glow like lava at my touch.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed, whipping my hand back. But suddenly, the ticking grew louder. And louder. It was agony, and I let out a scream, bending over and rocking back and forth, putting my hands over my head. There was wind, and voices, as the world began to speed up and muddle. I wanted nothing but for it to stop...!

"Stop!" I screamed.

The ticking furiously banged in my ears, but abruptly, the room was silent and still. I crouched there, shivering, unable to move.

"Renesmee? Nessie, what is it?"

I slowly looked around. I was in the exact same position I'd been a minute ago. Nothing had changed. I gasped, eyes wide, as I stared at the pocket watch. It was silent and dead, staring at me, looking like a corpse.

"Nessie?"

Elijah hurried into the room, eyes worried. "What's up?"

I shakily scrambled away from the watch, pressing against the wall. What the hell had just happened? I held my head in my hands, feeling sick. "The- the watch- it... it did something."

Elijah's eyes darkened as he dropped his bag and crouched by the watch, peering cautiously at it. "Nessie, I don't see anything."

I stared at him, trembling, shaking my head. "What- what are you doing home, anyways? It's morning. I thought you were in school."

Elijah blinked at me. "Um, no, Renesmee... I just got back from school. The day's over."

Something like shock gripped my throat, and I forced the wave of nausea that passed over me back down. "Elijah, you're confused. It's seven thirty in the morning."

He looked truly alarmed now as he shook his head. "Renesmee... it's three thirty in the afternoon."

I put my face in my hands. "That's impossible."

Slowly, he stood up, staring at the watch, then at me. "You're not going to believe me... but I think you've just time-traveled, Renesmee." His voice was weak and soft, as if he didn't believe it, either. I shook my head, refusing to believe that.

Elijah sighed, and sat down next to me. Our legs brushed as he put his head in his hands. Neither of us knew what had just happened, or what we were going to do. As I stared at the watch, sitting untouched on the floor, I began to wonder if I would ever get home.

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