a/n: Ok this story is a tiny tad diffirent, I was waiting for a click to come of somthing worth writing and i think i have found it - please give it a chance and let me know what you think.

Opening Day

EPOV

Driving along the quiet road, I let the tyre's speed along the tarmac. The day was wet, grey and generally horrible. It was typical Forks weather. That grey cloud appearing almost constant in the sky.

I had saw not one car since I had turned on to this road, not one. I wasn't surprised though, it was early, too early for anyone to be up and heading to work yet.

I couldn't sleep, waking up early I decided to go out a drive, familiarize myself with the place once again and see if I could get any bearing for the feeling in my gut, telling me to return here.

I still felt loss, that something was missing. It infuriated me that I didn't know what it was either.

The moment I had landed in Seatac I had felt it get stronger and as I drove past the Forks county limits it had intensified. I didn't know why it seemed to haunt me as much as it did, especially when the sense of home swaddled me at the same time.

I called Alice when I pulled up at home. She was in Seattle, She was just about to start university and had been "decorating", if you can even call it that when she simply bossed around three middle age men who were actually decorators. She was just a demanding pixie.

She had grew strong and I was proud of her for it. The wake up call that she had at the end of last year was enough to make her sit down, calm down (a little, at least) and take her life by the reigns.

It had been hard for us all but more so for Alice, I don't know why. I did have some memories, flashes of images really, but that was all. Alice had nothing, and despite me thinking that was the better way, it appeared for Alice, not to be.

But she had a wake up call, a moment of clarity, she saw something, and I don't know what, but it had opened her eyes. It made her grow the fuck up, and quick.

She was a new person, an incredible person, as she always truly had been, despite her short comings.

But I called her, because this feeling of loss surrounded me and I panicked that something was wrong, that Alice had fallen again or something had happened to her. But she was fine and so was the rest of my family.

I pushed it to the side and tried to forget about it. It was only a feeling. It surely had only been brought on worse because I had left my home of the last few years, it would vanish in the next few days, I was sure of it because being back in Forks, I knew it was the right thing to do and despite the feeling of loss I had, I still had this incredible feeling of being home.

I sped along the vacant road, turning a blind corner and in the turn I saw this motorbike, speeding towards me, right up the middle of the road.

I swerved to miss the bike sending my car into the grass at the side of the road, the steering wheel pulling heavy on my hand against the wet roads.

I spun practically in a circle off into the dirt but least I had stopped, safe and unscathed.

I looked out the window in front of me and the figure lay there, there chest to the black wet ground, there small tiny hands palm down by the side of there body.

I panicked and jumped out the car, rushing towards them.

Looking down I was sure it was a girl, she seemed so tiny and fragile and my heart pounded at the sight knowing she surely must be broken, she was far too delicate to come off of a motorbike like that and not be injured.

I called to her as I collapsed down on my knees by her side, her long brown hair cascading all around her, below the edge of her Helmet.

I patted her body carefully, looking for anything, any sign of who she was or if she had some condition, some warning.

I tried to hear for breath but the passing winds made it hard.

A stuttered breath came from the lifeless figure and I knew she was still alive, she was still with us.

She moved, trying to pick herself up off the ground. I placed my hands on her, telling her to take it slow.

She ignored my words and sat up quickly before her head and back seemed to wobble, from dizziness no doubt.

"Easy." I told her gently as I reached for the lock on her helmet.

"I'm fine." she groaned, the voice coming from the helmet.

I helped her take it off, as she bowed her head forward a little before pulling back and wiped the masses of brown hair back from her face.

She was beautiful

Not a scrape of make-up on her face and it looked like she had the same rough night sleep as me, but even that couldn't hide her natural beauty.

"How many fingers?" I asked as I held up two.

"Four." she answered back.

Shit. She must have bashed her head.

She must of noted the look on my face or something because she tried to reassure me. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"You need to get checked over." I told her firmly.

She shook her head, with horror masking her features. "I can't, I'll be fine."

She turned even whiter after she stilled her head and reached off to her side and threw up, spitting the last of the tiny remains away.

I eyeballed her "You're getting checked over. I'll take you to the hospital."

"NO!" she panicked. "I'll be fine." she told me.

I was still going to take her but I would test her memory first.

"What's you're name?" I asked.

"Bella." she told me without hesitation as she palmed her forehead.

Her name matched her looks.

"What day is it today?"

"Opening day." she told me again, without hesitation.

"Opening day?" I questioned, not having a clue what she was talking about.

She nodded, sure of her words. "September thirteenth, opening day." she told me without hesitance again.

She had the date right it was September the thirteenth but I still didn't know what opening day was.

I let it go, she was talking in riddles and I didn't know if it was because she had hit her head or if it was just her. Something told me it was just her.

"You need to get you're hands cleaned out." I told her, they were scrapped and her right one was a lot worse, it looked a little limp too. I worried that it was broken.

She shook her head firmly again. "I'm fine, stop telling me what to do." she bit at me, her brow creasing.

"I'm not telling you what to do, you just hit your head and your arm looks like it needs checked over."

"I'm fine." she growled, her eyes narrowing at me.

"You wont be able to ride if its broken."

She looked down at her wrist before looking back up at me. Panic swept her features.

"I can't, he can't know." she told me quizzically as she palmed her head again and tears beginning to fill her eyes. "He can't know." she said a little softer this time and to the ground.

"It will be fine." I tried to reassure her as I reached for her cheek.

Instantly she recoiled away from me and I never touched her.

I wanted to touch her

"Can you take me to LaPush?" desperation in her voice.

"No, I'm taking you to the hospital."

"You can't make me." she spat like some teenager, like something Alice would say.

"How old are you?" I asked rhetorically, trying to tell her she was acting childish.

"Eighteen." Oh, she was a teenager. She wasn't old looking, I just thought if she was riding a motorbike that she would have been older, perhaps a little closer to my age.

I sighed the fact she answered the question and the fact that I knew she needed to be checked over.

"I'm taking you to the hospital." I told her in frustration.

"No, take me to LaPush, my friend will take me."

"I'm not driving all the way out there just so she can take you."

"He."

"What?"

"My friend, he's a she."

"I don't care, I'm taking you, I'll check over you there."

She scoffed. "Do you think you're some kind of doctor?" her tone sarcastic.

"I am. I start my residency on Monday."

Her mouth hung open a little in surprise. No one ever thought I was old enough to be a doctor. I was kind of young looking but I was surprised that no one else seemed to believe I had finished college.

"I'm taking you to the hospital." I told her again, firmer.

She began to sob. "You can't, please. I'll get into trouble. I'm not supposed to be out on my bike." She was pleading and those big brown eyes were hard to turn down, but I had to. I couldn't risk her telling the doctor she had fallen or something and that it was only her wrist that gave her bother.

She needed her head checked out.

"Who will give you into trouble?" I suppose I could see her parent being concerned about her being out on a motorbike. It was a death trap and today's events just emphasised that.

"My dad." she whispered out.

"You're dad doesn't even have to know, You're an adult." I tried to let her mind relax a little. If her head was fine there was no reason that she couldn't get away with fibbing to her father that she actually fallen or something.

"They'll tell him." she told me sure of herself.

"They can't, you're an adult."

"And my dad is the Chief of Police." she practically growled, as if it explained everything. I suppose in this small town, it did.

"Wait, you're dad is Chief Swan?" I asked.

I knew who he was, he had been the Chief for as long as I had been here. He worked hard and was seen as the backbone to the town, everyone knew who he was. He was a kind man, I couldn't see why she would fear him finding out. I knew he wouldn't be too happy about her being on a bike but he I assumed he would do nothing to harm her. I just couldn't see him being like that.

But then again, we don't always know what goes on behind closed doors.

She nodded numbly to me, answering that she was in fact the Chief's daughter.

"Wait, Bella…Isabella Swan?" I asked. "You're Isabella Swan?" I couldn't hide the disbelief.

It didn't make much sense. It couldn't be the same person.

She nodded again, confirming my thoughts.

"You're Isabella Swan." I didn't know who I was talking to.

I didn't want to talk to her anymore.

"Get in the car." I ordered sharply.

She shook her head strongly.

"I said get in the car."

"You can't make me." she protested.

I pulled at her arm and picked up her helmet. "Yes I god damn can, now do what I say and get in that car." I was practically yelling and I could see the fear in her face.

"I don't even know who you are?" she cried, sobs coming from her.

"I'm Edward Cullen and you will do what I damn well tell you to do."

Her face, the realization hitting it. You could see it, it was like slow motion, like how people describe seeing car crashes and such. Though our little run in, there had been nothing slow about it.

She had came crashing into my life at the speed of lightning and I was determined to get her out of it just as quick.

I wanted nothing to do with this girl.

I pulled her by the top of her left arm, through the sliding glass doors and walked straight up to the desk in emergency.

"Can I see Carlisle Cullen? I'm his son, Edward." I asked the girl with brown curly hair.

She smiled up at me, as she began to play with the end of her hair, curling it around her finger.

"I'm Jessica." she beamed and continued to hold an awkward glance at me.

After a moment, I prompted her again. "My father?" I tried to smile nicely. "I need to see him." as I nodded to Bella and her dangling limp wrist.

"Bella?" She asked a little surprised as she glanced between Bella and myself. "You know one another?" Jessica asked.

"We kinda ran into one another." I sighed impatiently "Can you get my father?"

"Yes, sorry, of course."

She picked up the phone, paging him as she continued to glance between Bella and me, trying to pretend that she wasn't.

Almost instantly we were met by my father, he came sweeping around the corner much like Bella had though he walked the corridors of the hospital.

"Edward? Bella?" he rushed out as soon as he saw us.

He knew who she was , I knew he knew who she was, our entire family knew who she was. I was the only one that didn't know what she looked like.

I could feel my jaw tight and rigid, it hadn't changed much since she told me her name.

My hand still held onto her, sure she would run if she got the opportunity.

She wasn't getting away, not this time.

She had it easy and I didn't know why, all I knew was that the whole incident had passed without much of a blip. If I had been here I would have caused hell to make her pay.

She deserved to pay.

Alice still kept quiet on all things Bella, she tried to protect her. She insisted she knew nothing, that Bella didn't speak of anything much.

But there must have been something, something she knew.

Isabella Swan was a mystery.

From what I had heard, she had blended into the background of Forks that no one really knew when she arrived and why.

The general gossip of the town was that she lived in Florida with her mother Renee and that her mother remarried.

Renee had been well liked in the town, much like Chief Swan is, but that she grew tired of the small town and the grey skies and so she left, talking Bella with her.

After that there wasn't much else said. Bella visited the odd time but she was always quiet, nothing like the stories I had heard since she had made a permanent comeback.

"Son?" My dad asked a little worried as he eyed my hand on her arm.

"She ran me off the road." I told him sharply.

At first I had been worried about her, I had panicked thinking about the poor delicate girl that I had caused to fall of her bike but now I saw her, and I knew her. It was her fault and she could have killed me like she could have killed Alice.

She was reckless

She was a danger

"Are you both ok?" my dad asked calmly.

How could he be so calm. He knew who she was, he knew what she had done.

I wanted to shout, I wanted him to shout, I wanted him to be the judge and jury for her actions, not only for today but for Alice too.

"She needs her head checked and her right arm." I told him flatly, tossing her out of my hand and making her stumble a step forward.

"This way." he waved as the two of us followed him.

We reached a stark cubical with a simple hospital bed in it. "Sit up, Bella." he smiled softly at her as he patted the mattress.

How the fuck could he be so casual, so relaxed. How could he call her Bella, like the name was use to being rolled off of his tongue.

"I'll do it." I grunted.

She almost killed me, I thought it was the least I deserved.

"It's fine. You can wait until Monday."

"I said I'll do it." I could hear the growl in my throat and I wanted to roar it out into the air, into Bella's face.

"I'll just get you're records, Bella." He yielded.

Stepping out we were both left alone.

She sat quiet as I looked into her eyes, picking up the small torch that had been left and shining it in to her eyes.

"How many fingers?" I asked her again, this time a lot shorter.

"Three." she whispered, her voice sounding almost afraid.

Her head check out, her helmet protecting her, it would be sore but she would be ok.

I took hold of her wrist as she winced in pain.

I didn't apologise for her pain, she seemed quite deserving of it. Call it Karma if you wish.

"You'll make sure my dad doesn't find out, wont you?" her voice was pleading.

I looked into her eyes, focusing on the look they held and not there function.

They looked lost.

They looked sad and tired and if she had been living this life by surviving. But I didn't know what she was surviving, if she was fighting something, if she wanted to fight something.

"I'll see what I can do." it was all I could promise. I didn't know the lay of the land here yet and I didn't know who would no doubt contact her father.

"Happy Birthday, Bella." my father told her with a small smile as he walked back in the cubical.

"There's nothing happy about it sir, it's not my birthday. It's opening day." she told him.

He looked over at me confused. He obviously didn't know what she was talking about either.

"Tanya called you're father-"

"Noooo, no, no, no, no." she cried, sobbing again.

"I'm sorry, she didn't realize that you were eighteen today." He was sincere in his words but the tone of the conversation made me think that she had begged for them not to call him before.

"You know this town though Bella, someone would have saw you come in here and he would have found out."

"But he didn't need to know." She sobbed again.

"I'm sorry Bella. We will know for next time ok?"

Next time? What did he mean next time. Did she often come flying off of her motorbike like she had today.

"You promise?" She asked all childlike and she seemed a decade younger than her age.

He nodded silently in response.

"Just…he worries." she tried to explain.

"I know he does. We all worry about you."

He's worried about her, after what she did to Alice.

Is he insane? Does he know what he's saying? Why should he care about her when she put his own daughters life in danger.

I break the sensitivity he is clearly showing her. "Her wrist is broken, it needs x-rayed." I told him flatly.

"Ok, no problem, Bella, we will get that ordered for you and cast your arm, ok?" the sweet tone is sickly and makes me want to lash out.

This is past the line of bedside manner, this is friendly, caring and nothing of what she deserves.

He walks out calmly and I quickly follow after him.

"Dad." I hiss and it catches attention as he stops and turns to look at me.

"Yes, Edward?" he asks as everything is normal, as if I didn't just see him act that way towards Bella.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Ordering Bella's x-rays." he tells me with a shrug.

"No, not that. That." I tell him as I point back to the cubical.

"What?" he asks.

"In there, with her. Why did you treat her like that?"

"Like what?" his browse furrow forward.

"Nice?" I spat.

"It's part of the job, be friendly, relax the patient."

"But to her?" Was he having me on? Did he realize who she was, he must have, her knew her.

"Why not?" he challenged.

"Because she put Alice in hospital. Your daughter." I reminded him

"Yes, Edward, I know she was involved with Alice ending up in here but that is personal."

"And?" why did it matter, he shouldn't be treating her like that.

"Edward, if you want to be a doctor you need to keep those worlds separate, you need to leave your home life at the door and step up and be the professional you were trained to be. She is hurt, she is a patient, I'm doing my job."

"She ran me off the fucking road." I spat. Would he see that?

"Yes I know, and I know that she helped put Alice in hospital but she is still a patient. She needs care and she needs to be treated right. She needs to feel safe and not threatened. I'm not here to deal with what she did last year or today, I'm hear to deal with how she comes in on that particular day. Today she has a broken wrist, I deal with that, fix her up and send her home."

"She doesn't deserve to be treated like that, you don't need to be so nice to her."

"Yes I do and so will you. If you want to work here you give the care that the patients need. If that means saving the life of a serial killer you do it, just like you can be nice to Bella, just like you will do."

I pull at my hair, frustrated.

"She needs care, she needs support she doesn't need to be judged for her mistakes." He added.

"Mistakes? She poisoned Alice. That is not a mistake."

"Yes it was. You need to get a hold of your anger because she will be back, Bella will need help again one day and if you need to help her out, you will and you will do it with her best interest at heart."

"She doesn't deserve it." I tell him again. "If it was a mistake then why did you forbid Alice from seeing her? Why can't they be friends if all it was was a mistake?" Surly he was able to see the double standards he was setting.

"Because as Alice's father, she poisoned my daughter. I had to watch out for Alice. As Bella's doctor, I have to watch out for Bella."

"You're the same person." I told him flatly.

"I know, that how it makes it harder."

"So it's at least hard for you to act so nice." I mumble.

"No, son. It's harder to keep Bella away from Alice when I know that Bella needs her. She made a mistake. She makes lots of them, look at her chart. But after that little incident, I had to put Alice first, I had to be the dad and tell her who she could and couldn't talk too." With that he turns and walks away from me.

I still don't understand his words.

Walking back into the cubical I look at the girl with the brown hair and the lost brown eyes, she looks beautiful but I don't think her soul can be, not after what she has done.

Picking up her chart I begin to flick through the pages and pages of notes. I can't believe what I'm reading.

This can't be this same girl.

I was right, she is fighting, she is fighting herself.

Looking up to her she chews on her lip nervously as her eyes dart from my face to the floor.

She seems to pull away, clam up on her spot.

She knows, I know.

She knows I see the truth, well the noted truth at least.

BPOV

Edward Cullen

As soon as he realized I was Charlie's daughter there was a shift in him. I could see his eyes cloud over and I hoped that the look of anger in the beautiful green was my imagination.

It wasn't.

He was Edward Cullen

He was Alice's brother.

He must have hated me.

I knew Dr Cullen always treated me with the kindness I never truly deserved and the others would give an acknowledged nod, but that was all I got. I could have been sent into exile as far as the Cullen's cared.

I didn't blame them, I couldn't. It had been my fault.

It was me who almost killed Alice.

Many in Forks gossiped about me and I heard my name being mentioned, my behaviour.

According to them I was out of hand, uncontrollable, and to an extent, I was.

But it was only me who I would put in danger, I had never meant to bring Alice down with me. That was an accident.

Alice was the only person who approached me, she was the only one that noted my arrival, no one else knew when I had got here, to Forks.

I stayed hidden for a few weeks before I started at school, Charlie giving me time to acclimatize to the way of life, and the greyness of the place.

I didn't like it.

It was too wet and too windy.

It scared me.

Alice knew though. She never said but I could tell from the look in her eye that she knew, that she understood and she kept quiet.

It was as if she had waited for me, waiting for my arrival just so she could take me under her wing.

But now I didn't even have her wing for shelter. I had been torn away from it, much to both our horror.

We struggled, but together we got through it.

That was until I almost killed her.

Like I say, it was my fault. I didn't mean for it to happen.

In a way, I was happy it did. I saw what it did for her, she came alive again and she got her grades up just in time for picking colleges and she was accepted.

I was proud of her for it, happy that she felt her world was settling.

She was off to take on the world with her crazy notion of fashion that amused me and me, well I was still in Forks working for Mr and Mrs Newton in there outdoor store.

But when I saw that beautiful boy and thought I found hope… the fractures of my world shattered into tiny pieces.

He would hate me.

Alice had spoke of him, how he would watch over her constantly.

Alice was a firework that never seemed to end but there was something about her, the rest of people never understood her, they never got her like I did.

To them she was just some weirdo.

To me she was Jude

Saint Jude; Hope of the Hopeless.

She was my hope and I was hopeless.

She still was, despite not seeing her since graduation.

But Alice spoke of Edward a lot, how he watched out for her, how he tried to protect her from the real world.

But he had to leave, and she understood that, she understood he had to do what he felt was right for him and he left her for Chicago.

She didn't mind, she loved him and wanted him to be happy so she encouraged him to follow his gut.

She missed him, he was the only real friend she had before me. She had her other brother Emmett but he wasn't Edward.

I knew Emmett would fight for her, that wasn't an issue, Alice just told me that Emmett was a man of few words. Emmett was the body and Edward was the soul.

She need the soul.

He left and she waited for me. And I loved her for it but she was always the stronger one and it was me who weakened her and almost took her life.

I knew from what I had heard about Edward, I would never be forgiven. I was marked with the almost loss of his sisters life.

Sitting in that cubical at the hospital and having him look thought my notes it felt like he was going through my head.

He would never understand. No one would and so I kept it to a minimal.

The pages were riddles.

It explained the situation but not the reasoning, and for that I was thankful.

No one would know the reasoning.

Only Charlie, and possibly Alice.

a/n: Ok have i confused you enough yet? I'm sorry it dosnt make too much sense yet, Does anyone know what Happend to Bella? I would be impressed if you do.

Please review and tell me what you think!! Pretty Please...Pleeeeese xx