Little Sister

Today's song is Little Sister by Crystal Antlers.

"Shit man," Edward huffed, "are all these stairs really fucking necessary?"

Jasper shrugged. "Probably not but if I'm surrounded by zeds I know I'm gonna want to put as much distance between them and I as possible."

"I guess," Edward conceded before bending over to catch his breath. "Fuck."

Although he possessed a fairly fit physique, Edward had never been much of an athlete. Growing up he had always been so gangly that he had enough to worry about when he walked without adding any unnecessary obstacles. Once he finally grew into his limbs during high school, all chances of him becoming any sort of an athlete were shot to shit when he discovered weed.

"Come on man," Jasper urged. "Ali said they were barbecuing for dinner and I don't want to miss that shit, I'm starving."

Straightening back up, Edward grudgingly resumed climbing, the promise of fresh food fueling his muscles. He was so tired of Slim-Jims that the prospect of eating another one made him want to vomit.

"So," Edward panted as they continued to climb, "is Ali one of those hot chicks you were going on about earlier?"

"Dude, you have no idea. There's quite a few good lookin' ones but she if fuck hot and from what I can tell doesn't seem to have a boyfriend, at least not one who survived anyway. She's here with her family but so far I've only met her brother and sister and Ed," he turned around and waggled his bushy eyebrows, "her sister is smokin', totally not my type, but damn dude. Maybe if you're lucky you can hit that shit."

"Awesome," Edward replied weakly knowing that no matter how hot this girl was she would never hold a candle to the brown eyed girl he had left behind. He had no intention of pursuing this Ali girl's sister and did not look forward to the prospect of Jasper trying to push her on him.

"Look what I found," Jasper called out triumphantly as they crested the top of the mesa.

Nearby, Rosalie was sitting under a tree as Jack played in the sand with a large man Edward didn't recognize. At the sound of Jasper's voice, she turned her smiling face from her son but as soon as she caught sight of Edward, her smile was replaced with a brief look of panic before she covered it expertly with a mask of indifference.

"Oh joy," she mumbled as she rose to her feet and began quickly walking to meet them. She hoped that if she could just talk to Edward maybe if she were really, really lucky and perhaps able to perform major miracles, she could somehow prevent the shit fest that was sure to ensue.

"Who's that?" Emmett asked Jack as he rose to his feet and dusted the sand off of his jeans.

Jack glanced up from his complex tunnel system for a brief second before going back to work. "Oh, that's just Mr. Ed. We losted him when he was on his big boy bike cause my mom forgot to tell him the directions to this place," he explained with a disinterested shrug.

"Mr. Ed, like the horse?" Emmett chuckled as he left the distracted boy to his game and strode forward to greet the new arrival.

When he reached the newly reunited trio he was confused to find Edward and Rosalie arguing in hissing whispers that stopped when he drew near while Jasper looked on with trepidation."Hey man, names Emmett." He introduced himself as he stuck out his large hand to shake the disheveled man's but before the new arrival could respond, Rosalie jumped between them.

"This is Ed," she said gesturing over her shoulder toward the confused looking man, "he's really beat and needs to clean up after so long on the road so we're just going to take him to lie down for a bit, if that's cool."

"Uh, yeah, sure," Emmett replied slowly, confused by Rosalie's erratic behavior. She had seemed so normal to him but be was beginning to wonder if maybe she wasn't just as bat shit crazy as his two younger sisters. "No problem. I'll just bring Jack back to you in a bit then, if that's okay. We're having a pretty great time and I don't want to interrupt."

Rosalie didn't even have to consider his offer to watch her son. Knowing what she did about Bella's brother, she wouldn't hesitate to trust him with her son's life if it came down to it. She knew instinctively that he would willingly lay down his own life to save the child if necessary. "Of course, thank you. Jack," she called to her son, "you be good for Emmett okay. I'll see you in a little while."

"K," Jack shouted distractedly, never even looking up from his sand pile as Emmett ambled back over to play.

Spinning around, Rosalie latched onto Edward's arm and began dragging him toward the house Jasper had been set up in. As soon as they were out of sight, Edward shook her off.

"What the hell Rose?" he demanded angrily refusing to go any farther. "What's your fucking problem?"

Rosalie turned around to glare while Jasper hastily excused himself to go find Ali as he was not interested in witnessing another battle between the two. As far as he knew Rosalie was still armed and he had no desire to be held a gun point yet again, once a day was more than enough.

"As usual, you are my problem," she hissed. "Do you even know who that was?" She snapped before turning on her heel and continuing to stomp towards the house.

"Uh, should I?" Edward asked as he tried to keep pace with Rosalie's angry strides.

"My god you're an idiot," she snorted as she stepped inside the house's cool interior. "Let me ask you Edward, did anything about that man look remotely familiar to you, anything at all?"

Edward furrowed his brow as he recalled the large man's friendly face. "Um no. Not really."

"Ugh," Rosalie huffed as she closed the door. "Alright well what was his name?"

"God I don't know. Em-Emmett I think," Edward replied.

"Kind of an unusual name don't you think?" She prodded, enjoying torturing the man.

Edward shrugged, not knowing where she was going with this. "No, not really. I mean Be-," his green eyes grew to the size of saucers and the color drained from his face. "No," he whispered, "no, no, no."

"Oh yes, yes, yes," she taunted.

Now that he thought about it, Emmett's smile was eerily familiar, as were his dark brown eyes. They were so similar to the eyes he had once stared into and promised forever to. They were the eyes that had haunted his dreams for years.

Suddenly, his own eyes snapped up to meet Rosalie's when he realized what Emmett Swan's presence here meant. "She's here isn't she Rose?" he demanded, eagerly jumping to his feet. "She's alright isn't she? I knew this place sounded familiar. I couldn't remember why but now I do. I remember us playing twenty questions years ago and her mentioning it. Shit, I have to see her," he declared as he rushed toward the door only to find it blocked.

"Whoa there Romeo," Rosalie put up a hand to halt his progress as she continued to block his only escape route. "Let's take a little trip down memory lane shall we? Can you think of any reason, any at all, why you rushing to Bella would be a bad idea? Because personally, I can come up with at least three and that's without out actually thinking about it."

The grin Edward had been sporting slid from his face like greased Jell-O as he remembered all of his transgressions. "Holy crap," he groaned as he sank heavily into the warm armchair and settled his head in his hands, "this is bad."

"No shit Sherlock," Rosalie retorted as she pulled up a chair from the small kitchen table."Now what are you going to do?"

He yanked at his disheveled, windblown hair in frustration. "I don't know," he groaned before looking pleadingly to Rosalie. "Please help me Rosalie, I need you to tell me. What should I do?"

"After what you did?" she snorted in disgust. "Why the hell should I help you?"

"Please Rose," he begged desperately. "I fucked up, I know I did. You don't think I've thought about it every day for the past five god damn years? You don't think I hate myself for what I've done? I've regretted it every fucking moment."

"Could have fooled me ran you ran off to Texas with Tanya. Sure didn't seem like you were too shaken up about it back then."

"I'm a fuck up okay Rose," he shouted jumping to his feet and beginning to pace the small room. "Is that what you want to hear? I left the best thing I ever had, the only thing I ever really needed over something so, so-"

"Stupid?" Rosalie supplied helpfully.

"So fucking stupid," he agreed with a disheartened sigh as he sank back into his seat.

"Look," Rosalie said, "I don't know what your fucking stupid reasons were, that's between you and Bella and honestly, I don't give a shit. All I know is you hurt her, badly, and not just once but repeatedly. I also know that more went on than she has told me but that's none of my business. What is my business is what you plan to do to fix this cluster fuck of a situation because I refuse to let you hurt her again."

"Rose, I couldn't. I-"

"Yes, you could," she interrupted forcefully, "and if you do, I won't be hundreds of miles away this time. No, I'll be right here to fucking end you like I should have the first time."

Edward hung his head in shame before raising it slowly to meet Rosalie's blazing blue eyes. "You have my word Rosalie, I'll do whatever it takes to make this right."

"You'd fucking better," she agreed while gazing past Edward out the small curtained window by the door. "Of course, it's not me you need to worry about," she added.

Edward nodded his head in understanding. "You mean Emmett and Mr. Swan."

"No," she snorted as the front door was thrown forcefully open revealing a small woman backed by a frightened looking Jasper, "I mean Alice."

As soon as her eyes landed upon the familiar mop of bronze hair, Alice let out a shriek and threw herself at the large man sitting in the recliner. She immediately began hitting and kicking anything she could reach, her mind focused solely on causing him as much pain as possible.

As she landed blow after blow, Edward shrunk back into the chair but refused to defend himself against the attack and all too soon for her liking, Alice found herself being restrained by Jasper.

"Whoa there killer," Jasper soothed as he held her struggling body tightly against his own, refusing to let her go until she had calmed down.

When Jasper had told her about finding their missing companion, he was surprised when she took off like a bat out of hell and he certainly wasn't expecting her to try to beat the shit out of Edward once she found him. He wondered if perhaps she was yet another woman he had wronged.

Alice struggled for a few more seconds in Jasper's iron hold before realizing she was out matched and stilled her flailing limbs.

Feeling her body relax, Jasper slowly released his hold on the small woman. "So," he asked with an amused twinkle in his eye, "did he almost kill your best friend too?"

Alice bristled. "No," she spat, "my sister!" she screamed before once again launching herself at Edward.

Rosalie allowed Alice to land a few more harsh blows on Edward's deserving face before she took pity on the man and pulled Alice's hands behind her back. "Alright Alice, that's enough."

"Fuck you Rosalie," Alice spat as she glared at Edward's defeated form, "you know what he did."

"Of course I know," Rosalie growled, "but beating the shit out of him, although satisfying as fuck, isn't going to make it any better."

"Fine," Alice conceded, "let's throw him off the mesa then."

"Tempting," Rosalie agreed with a nod of her head, "truly tempting but it'll never work. She knows he's here, or at least that he's coming."

"What? How? Did you tell her?" Alice demanded.

Rosalie sighed heavily and shook her head. "She found his stupid dog."

"Shit."

"Tell me about it."

"So, what do we do now?"

"I, have no idea," Rosalie admitted releasing her hold on Alice's arm.

"Can I suggest something?" Jasper asked from where he had crouched in front of Edward to check his injuries.

"No!" both women shouted simultaneously, causing him to jump and quickly go back to work patching Edward up.

"You know, he's dead anyway once Charlie finds out," Alice said.

"Yeah," Rosalie agreed with a sigh as she watched Edward knock Jasper's hand away from the bruises blossoming on his face. "I kinda figured."

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