Sorry it took so long for me to get this chapter to you, normally I update at least once a week, but my life just got crazy! If anyone is a musician during the week before Christmas then you know what I mean. Then I had to do all the cleaning and decorating around my house single-handedly- in both meanings of the word, by myself and with one hand since my wrist is still messed up. So yeah I haven't had much time to write. I apologize for the wait and for the fact that this isn't my best chapter. To make up for it, if I still get a certain number of reviews I will add another sequel sneak peek- the extra make up is it will be in Edward's Pov. Secondly the first five reviewers will get the summary of the sequel. And Lastly to answer a major question that has confused most people, we have a few more chapters to go before the sequel- I can't end this story just yet; I'm too attached to it.

Thanks to my reviewers and Nancy- my awesome Beta! Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, Happy Kwanzaa and Happy Holidays!

Meg

Disclaimer: ( I haven't done one in awhile- keep forgetting.) "I want an Edward Cullen for Christmas, only and Edward Cullen will do, no Jacob Blacks, or Mike Newtons, I only like Edward Cullen, and Edward Cullen likes me too. (Ha, ha Leah that is for you!)

Bella Pov:

I carefully turned my body as I flipped through the air. My foot caught the beam at just the right angle. I was competing my new routine for the second time in competition. It was just like the first time, if not better. This time I knew I could pull it off and that confidence was radiating off of me and into my routine. As I completed my Liukin, something felt wrong. Something was pulling my body down. I spared a glance at my body to see what it was. Shock filled me when I realized it was a gold medal. I couldn't stop competing though and I moved on to my next trick. It was at the dismount that it happened. I fell; this was no ordinary fall though, it seemed as though I was falling into a huge pool of water. As I cart wheeled through the crystalline water, I caught another glimpse at the medal around my neck. To my surprise, it was not a gold medal for gymnastics, but one for swimming instead.

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Edward Pov:

"Oh God," I prayed. I had never prayed for anything harder than I was for this. "Oh God, don't let her die, and I will do anything. Don't let her die and I will be a better person." I paced the floor outside the room waiting for news, waiting to see her, waiting for anything. Finally after what seemed like ages, a doctor walked out of her room. I shot to his side, surprising the poor man. He recovered well and quickly told me what I wanted to hear most. "Since you are not immediate family, I cannot give you any specific details, but I can tell you that she is going to be fine and there is nothing to worry about." He said a few more things, but the acute relief that I was feeling distracted me. "Can I go see her now?" I asked. The doctor laughed and nodded. "She is still out. We had to knock her out so we could examine her…" I didn't let the doctor finish, but practically ran into the room throwing a thank you over my shoulder.

She looked so vulnerable, lying there. The huge white metal bed and the wires sticking out of her made her look extremely fragile, overwhelming her petite frame. I strode over to her side, sitting in the chair next to the bed and enveloped her tiny hand in both of mine.

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Bella Pov:

I stirred slightly. I hadn't even realized that I was unconscious until the moment I began to regain consciousness. My eyelids flickered, and I opened my eyes to see the face of an angel. The angel looked like he was in pain though, and I wanted to comfort him. I stirred, trying to move my hand, but was deterred by an IV. Ugh…. Needles. I threw myself into death defying stunts everyday

"Bella?" A voice distracted me. It was the angel. "Edward," I said and was surprised to hear how groggy my voice sounded to my own ears.

"Bella," he sighed in relief, throwing his arms around me.

I was still a little groggy from whatever caused my unconsciousness, but things slowly began to fall into place in my disoriented mind.

"Wait… what happened? Did it work? Did we get him? Why am I in the hospital?"

Edward took a deep breath. Before he answered me he gently kissed my forehead and pulled back so he could look me in the eyes.

"Calm down, love. Everything is fine, your plan worked perfectly. The reporters following you caught everything on film and James is safely behind bars. The police are very happy, they have been trying to get their hands on him for a while now, but somehow he slips by. This time though, I think he will be stuck behind bars for a long time and then we can also get a restraining order."

Edward was babbling and I could tell something was wrong. I bit my lip and tilted my head trying to decipher the emotion shining in his eyes.

He grew silent, his ramble dying out on its own. I took his hand knowing that he would tell me what was bothering him when he was ready. What I didn't expect was for him to clutch me to him. His breathing was ragged and I could tell that he was trying to hold back tears.

"Edward…."

"I almost lost you," he cut me off. "I almost lost you, and I want to kill him for trying to hurt you. When I heard about the car accident…I."

"Shhh, everything is fine," I quieted him. I did a quick mental check of my body, nothing seemed broken, but I felt like I had a wicked bruise on my side. "I am fine. WE are fine. I love you."

"I love you too…" he started to say, but I cut him off with a kiss.

He kissed me back with a passion bordering on desperation. The heart monitor I was connected to began beeping frantically. Great, that could get embarrassing, I thought. (Sorry couldn't help adding that in.) Edward pulled back with a laugh. I pouted and pulled him back to kiss me again, but he moved deftly away. "I don't want you to have a heart attack," he choked through his laughter. I crossed my arms over my chest and opened my mouth to retort, just as an old, amicable-looking doctor walked in.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Gerrandy. If you don't mind, Mr. Cullen, but I need to talk to Ms. Swan alone," the doctor told us while walking over to the multiple monitors attached to me.

Edward blew me a kiss and walked towards the door.

"Hmm," the doctor stated. "Your heart began beating a little fast there for awhile. Is everything ok?"

I heard Edward burst out into laughter as he closed the door. I ignored him and smiled at the doctor. "Yes, everything is fine. I just woke up and got a little excited that's all."

He seemed to accept my explanation without question and began a general checkup.

"Well, Ms. Swan," he told me as he was checking my breathing. "You are certainly very lucky. Almost hit by a car and barely a scratch on you." He lifted the side of my gown to check my side and I saw what I had expected, a huge multihued bruise. What I hadn't counted on was the huge abrasion there as well. "That is one nasty bruise," Dr. Gerrandy told me. He was dabbing some antiseptic on it very gently, but it still hurt.

"Eh, I've had worse." I shrugged it off nonchalantly.

"So you told the nurses." This was said with a smirk, and there was something in his tone that made me question the seemingly conversational statement.

He laughed and explained. "The EMT on site gave you general painkiller and you reacted badly to it. You were refusing treatment saying you were fine and trying to prove it to the nurses when you were brought in."

I grimaced I have always had a slight allergic reaction to whatever was in most local painkillers, stuff like Naproxin and the sort, not Tylenol. Whatever was in it, caused me to act like I was drunk. I became silly and it was really unfortunate because I get injured a lot (obviously) and I had to find that out the hard way. Everyone around me always gets a kick out of it though I thought wryly.

"Prove it how?" I asked head in my hands.

He laughed again. "Well you tried to do gymnastics down the hallway… so we had to knock you out to treat you" I groaned. "It was entertaining for the patients," he offered trying to make me feel better.

I didn't respond and kept my head in my hands as he finished the exam.

"Well the CT say that you don't have a concussion, and you don't have any serious injuries, but I would feel better if we could keep an eye on you tonight."

"So, I have to stay?" I pouted. I hated hospitals; I had spent enough time in them to last a lifetime.

He nodded.

"But I can still compete tomorrow right?" I could hear a slight hysterical edge to my voice.

Doctor Gerrandy looked me over seriously. "If there is nothing that we find tonight, then yes."

I smiled, relieved.

"Oh, and Bella?"

I looked up. "Yes?"

"Good luck tomorrow, not that you seem to need it. For a very unlucky person, you seem to be ridiculously lucky."

I tried to decipher what that meant and decided that it was probably the most accurate description I have ever heard of myself.

"Thank you, doctor."

He walked to the door with a smile and a wave and was almost flattened by a tiny hurricane that was Alice. Following Alice was a crowd of people including my mother, Carlisle and Bela.

Alice immediately began babbling a mile a minute. Doctor Gerrandy had recovered himself and exchanged a look with me before heading out of the room. "I think you are in good hands," he told me in goodbye.

Carlisle cut Alice off, demanding what had happened.

"Um…" I started and stopped at a lost of how to explain.

"Well, it's complicated." Edward had snuck in unnoticed by anyone and was once again rescuing me.

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Sorry if there are some mistakes, I only had time to get half of it edited if I wanted it up before Christmas.

Happy Holidays,

Meg