Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters they belong to Steph Meyer.

A/N: Thanks to all my readers and reviewers. Sorry this one was so long in coming and so terribly short. But a short something is better than nothing, correct? Nothing important happens here, just a little filler before we go prowling for available women.

Chapter Six I Owe You

(BPOV)

Demetri was pacing back and forth through his room when I entered, his head snapping in my direction. I still didn't quite have the knack of moving as silently as the rest of them.

"Bella," Demetri said as he moved toward me. "I am most sorry. I did not mean for such a thing to happen." He'd stopped right in front of me, his eyes pleading with mine for forgiveness and understanding.

"Everything's fine, Demetri." I said patting his arm soothingly. "Edward and I are good and you and Edward will be too once he cools off. In case you hadn't noticed he's a bit melodramatic," I sighed as I stepped around him and planted myself on his bed. "Still," I added coyly. "You did get me in a spot of trouble with him and I think you need to make amends," I smiled wickedly. The look on his face was comical as he tried to puzzle out what my smile and words meant.

"Of course, Bella. Anything to make things better-- you have to but ask and I will see it done."

"Oh I do like agreeable men! Well, good. This makes things so much easier. You and I," I smirked, "Are going out tonight."

His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as he turned my words over in his head. "Bella, I… uh… do not think that is wise. All I did was let my thoughts get a little out of hand and Edward nearly killed me, if I went out with you in any capacity, I do believe you would truly see how melodramatic he could be," he finished weakly as his hand rubbed over his perfectly healed throat.

"He's aware of this little outing and is okay with it. What you need is a distraction…from everything, me included. So, I'm going to give you a little nudge, that's all," I said as I patted the bed in invitation.

He sat down across from me looking completely confused. "I haven't a clue what you are going on about."

"I have Marcus' power you know?"

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I am aware, yes. What of it?"

"I'm just going to use a little bit of it to make you interested in someone. Not forever, or anything, just a fling." I added hastily as he jumped off of the bed abruptly. "Wait," I said as he opened his mouth to dismiss my suggestion. I plowed on not about to be thwarted by whatever negative response he'd been about to spew. "You said you would do anything to make amends," I reminded him. "This is what I ask. That you find someone to…do whatever with. This will ease Edward's fear about us, plus I will not be spending as much time with you because you'll be wrapped up in someone else. And once you're finally over your grief then I'll undo it and you can decide where to go from there."

He stalked to the other side of the room, his shoulders hunched in defeat. "There is no way that I could just talk you into killing me now, is there?" He asked turning to face me with a wry smile on his lips.

I laughed. "Oh no, Demetri. You owe me. I'm going to have to spend night after night proving my undying love to Edward because of you, so you are definitely going to do this."

"Hardly seems fair," he snickered cocking his head to one side. "So, you get to have hot crazy make up sex for a few nights and I'm being punished for making that happen?" He shook his head, a low chuckle trickling through the room.

"Oh, do shut up!" I stood up knocking him upside the head. "Get all glammed up we're going dancing. I can always send Alice up here to dress you, she does seem to get off on playing with human Barbies- or in your case -Ken" I opened the door before turning back. "Any preference…I mean species wise?"

He stifled a laugh, but couldn't hide his amused smile. "I do not seem to have much control over anything else so why not just take care of that decision for me, as well?"

I felt an answering smile. "If you insist." I pursed my lips considering who would be best for him. I just didn't think I could stomach any extra time with Lauren…or Leah. Random chick it was then.

"What?" He asked a little nervously.

I shrugged. "Nothing. Just trying to figure out your type, that's all."

His eyes fell from mine and searched the floor diligently. "I do not have a type. It has always been Heidi…no one else," he whispered softly.

"It'll get easier, Demetri. I promise." I left the room, practically running, because when he looked like a sad puppy I always found myself comforting him, which often involved physical contact. I had to limit that kind of contact for a while. Edward said he was over it, but somehow I doubt if he was to walk in on me hugging Demetri that he'd be able to remain calm. Nope. So I ran and left Demetri up there sulking.