A/N Thanks for everyone who has viewed and supported. Since it's Sunday already (I decided Sunday's are the day I will post for this story) and I am awake, I was like why the heck not just post the chapter. So, here is the second chapter. Enjoy!

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Ch. 2

When we returned home Charlotte was practically bouncing up and down.

"I like them." Of course you would say that Charlotte.

"We do not know anything about them."

"So?" I was not surprised.

"We need to gain more information about them before coming to a conclusion." We have to be reasonable. Please see that.

"Come on, why would they attend a high school if they're such bad people? Besides I have a shopping trip to go to with Alice. Isn't she just amazing!"

"She could be your twin!" She ignored my sarcasm.

"I understand your point. So we do some recon. Get some more info; with caution since you did mention they have heightened senses?"

"They do, just not as much as we do. When you ran into the room you created an unnatural breeze. He was the only one who felt it. We must be stronger and faster than them since he could not see you."

"Right. Ok, we'll just be careful then. No problem, we can do that! We'll be able to see that they're good people! Nothing to be afraid of!" She went off to do her homework.

"I hope you are right." I said quietly knowing she could hear me.

The next day we arrived earlier having everyone stare at us again, including the Cullens.

"What would Henry call it?" Charlotte asks out of the blue.

"Call what?"

"Operation...um?"

"Eagle." She smiles at this. The name fit nicely since we would need almost a bird's eye view of the Cullens. We don't know anything about their nature yet.

"Would not have been able to come up with that myself. They could be from the second cur-cohort for all we know and would recognize the nicknames." She was close to saying curse but she had quickly recovered. The questioning we would have received if she had. We went to go face the day.

The day passed without any sort of consequence. Lunch was the same. We all sat at our respective tables. The Cullens were quiet when it came to lunchtime. Again they left their food untouched and for conversation was the occasional nodding of a head and some mumbling. During bio Edward and I only greeted each other and that was that for talking. Something stopped me from conversing with him. I would wait a couple of more days before having an actual conversation. After school Charlotte went over to Alice. She got her number to call her so they could schedule the shopping trip. Then Charlotte bounced over to me.

"She is so sweet. You know who she reminds me of? Green." She didn't say Tinker Bell's actual name which I was grateful for. Everyone seems to know her here.

"I always thought that if opposites attract, then similar people would be dispelled." I chuckled and she rolled her eyes.

"Come on, let's go home." I noticed that the Cullens, save Rosalie, had also chuckled.

Back at home I was finishing up what little homework I had when I received a call.

"Hey Emma. I did not expect you to miss me enough to call so soon."

I heard her mutter, "Don't flatter yourself." I coughed to hide my chuckle.

"Anyways I called because something happened here in Storybrooke." I did not expect anything less.

"First off, one of the dwarf's van was frozen. Ice surrounds the front part of the car. Then we followed a trail of ice on the ground and it lead us to a snow monster. Lucky for us Regina managed to use her magic to destroy it. What we still have yet to figure out is who was responsible for this. Do you know anyone who has this type of magic?"

"No one I can think of. Charlotte, how about you?" Charlotte had been listening in on the conversation since she was sitting across from me in the living room.

She shook her head no.

"Charlotte does not know either. We will keep an eye out for anything if we see anything that correlates to what you are describing."

"Thanks Bella. I'll keep you posted too. Bye."

"Until then." I hung up.

"Why didn't you tell her about the Cullens." Charlotte was confused.

"We can handle this here. It appears to be that the Cullens are not nearly as strong as us. Besides, I have a hunch that they are not responsible for the snowy trouble back in fable town."

"I guess you have a point. We also don't want to stress out Snow. What with the baby here and stressing that Zelena might escape. Now this."

The week followed without much event. Charlotte scheduled her shopping trip with Alice and I did not receive any more calls from Emma.

On Monday I thought it would be like any other day. It started out like it with my normal classes and the same people having a conversation with me. Lunch was no different. During bio I thought it would be the same greet and be silent, but Edward surprised me.

"Hello Bella."

"Hello Edward."

"How are you liking Forks so far." I was not expecting the question and it took me a second to answer. When I did, I answered back with a silly answer.

"Well it is nothing like spoons seeing how forks are pointy and spoons are round." He chuckled. What type of answer was that? I asked myself mentally. I do not know why I did not just give a serious answer.

Mr. Banner called the class for order. Today we would be doing a lab that consisted identifying the different stages of mitosis. This would be very easy. I had done this before; I just needed to pretended that I was not an expert on the subject.

"Get started!" Mr. Banner commanded. Our equipment was all set up on the table.

"Ladies first partner?" Edward flashed his crooked smile at me as he slid the microscope over to me.

"Sure." I grabbed the microscope and peeked into it. As soon as my eye saw the specimen I knew instantly what it was, but I had to pretend I was mulling it over for a few seconds.

"Prophase," was my sure answer. I was about to write it down when Edward spoke up.

"Do you mind if I check?" I gave him a smirk.

"No. Go ahead." When he looked into the microscope and he saw that I was correct.

"Prophase."

"As I had said." I told him with a smirk.

Edward removed the slide and placed the next one.

"Anaphase." He said writing down the answer. His script was elegant like his own personal calligraphy. I preferred the way his writing is over mine, so I let him write the rest of the answers.

"May I check?" This time he gave me his smirk.

He handed me back the microscope and as he did our hands touched again making me feel that jolt again. My surprise must have been mistaken for some other emotion because he pulled his hand back.

"I'm sorry." He told me as if he had accidentally hurt me. I doubted it, but I did feel how cold his skin was.

When I looked into the microscope I knew he was not incorrect but I still secretly hoped he had been. I just chuckled silently to myself when I saw the specimen.

"Anaphase."

"As I had said." He mimicked my words.

We continued on like this until we finished our lab. We were the first pair done and I saw Mike and his partner looking under their desk at the book while another pair was still comparing slides. I decided to continue our earlier conversation.

"To answer your previous question I can honestly say I like it here. Sure it is a bit different from my other home but I like it all the same. Despite the rain and cold" I gave my actual answer.

"Was your old hometown very different then?" Curiosity was clear in his voice.

"We were practically family there. Everyone knew each other much like here, but we had a sense of community. Despite all the troubles, we got through it together." My voice showed how much I cared for my fellow fables.

Mr. Banner decided to come see why we were not working. He saw that we were finished with the lab.

"So Edward, you did not think to let Isabella have a chance with the microscope?" I was stunned to say the least that by the time I was going to speak Edward had beaten me to it.

"Bella, sir and actually she identified three of the five." I was grateful he set things straight.

Mr. Banner moved his gaze to me before asking, "Were you in an advanced placement program back in your hometown?"

"Yes." Well if you counted the many times I had taken biology before it could count as advanced.

"Have you done this lab before?"

"Not with onion root."

"Whitefish Blastula?"

I nodded.

"Well it's a good thing you two are partners then."

He proceeded mumbled, "So that it gives the others a chance to learn something."

I'm sure Edward and I were not meant to hear it but we still did.

"Why did you move then?" It seemed that this question really bothered him since he asked me abruptly and directly.

"Well there is drama at home constantly. That is part of the reason I moved. I just wanted to start somewhere new with my sister."

"I'm sorry about your parents." He was earnest.

"It is fine. I have accepted that they are gone. I have not had the chance to think about them in a while." He did not speak for a while.

"What was all the drama about?" I lifted an eyebrow.

"I am not sure you could keep up."

"Try me." I could see his genuine interest in his eyes. Why he was so interested I did not know.

"My aunt, her name is Mary Margaret, and the Mayor, Regina, has had some history. Not all of it has been good and that is all I am going to tell you about them. Then there is Mr. Gold. A man that people have had a hard time trusting. I do not blame them seeing how his past has followed him." What I told him was only part of the trouble. Let us not mention the almost forgotten year, Zelena, the trouble with Pan, now this, and everything else.

"Sounds quite hectic. I could also gather that the town is quite close from your tone of voice."

"Yes we are."

"But you are also not partial to this particular neighborhood."

"Observant. Admittedly, this quaint town has perfect weather to snuggle up in a blanket and drink a nice hot tea. I suppose the one of the negatives is that it is not my old home. Charlotte very much wanted to move here. Surprisingly I had been the one to suggest this place."

"Your sister is happy, but now you are unhappy. I wager that you are not as content as you let others on." I turned my face so that I was having a good look at him.

"As I have told you before I honestly like it here. Sure I miss some of my friends, but it is not as if I will ever see them again." After a brief moment I quietly added, "Why does it even matter to you anyways."

"That's a very good question," he muttered, so quietly that I wondered if he was talking to himself. However, after a few seconds of silence, I decided that was the only answer I was going to get.

I sighed, scowling at the blackboard.

"Am I annoying you?" he asked. He sounded amused.

I glanced at him without thinking... and told the truth again. "Not exactly. I'm more annoyed at myself. My face is so easy to read — my sister always calls me her open book." I frowned.

"On the contrary, I find you very difficult to read." Despite everything that I'd said and he'd guessed, he sounded like he meant it.

"You must be a good reader then," I replied.

"Usually." He smiled widely, flashing a set of perfect, ultrawhite teeth.

That was the end of our conversation. Mr. Banner called the class back to order. He held his lecture and I was glad I had something to give my attention to. After a couple of minutes the bell rang and Edward exited the room swiftly, more quickly than any of the mundies here. I followed suit before Mike could catch up to me to offer to take me to gym. He resembled a faithful golden retriever who stuck like adhesive to your side.

I arrived at gym quickly changing and headed out. Today I tried not to participate too much. I was distracted by my thoughts and that usually led to others injury if I was not careful. Gym could not pass fast enough. By the time it was over I was so caught up in my thoughts that I realized that I had changed faster than I had needed to so I had to wait some more minutes in the girls locker room before exiting.

I spotted Charlotte at the car waiting on the passenger side door. I made my way over unlocking the car as I walked. The evening was uneventful as I discussed my conversation with Charlotte. She told me that he had practically confessed he was a mind reader. This alarmed me but then I realized if he was, he could probably not read Charlotte or my mind. She also had a smirk on her face as if she knew something I did not know. It irked me to no end. If I inquired her about it, she would most likely not say anything. Night quickly fell and we went to bed.

The next morning I woke up and proceeded to do my daily routine. Charlotte had woken up early and I could smell the food she was cooking from upstairs. A traditional U.S. breakfast with eggs, bacon, hash browns, and pancakes. I was putting on my last article of clothing when I looked out the window. It had snowed during the night which meant I needed to add on another layer of clothing, or at least add a jacket. I threw in a beanie for good measure as I walked out my room.

I zoomed down at my speed and sat at the kitchen island. "I could smell the food from all the way up in my room."

"You could smell it from miles away. Literally." She smirked at me while I gave her an innocent smile.

"Don't get your panties in a twist. The food is about ready." As she said this I quickly got two plates and set them down on the kitchen island.

The food was delicious and we quickly ate our portions. It was still a bit early when we left so I drove at a slower pace. The parking lot was starting to get filled as I arrived which still left plenty of good parking spaces. We hopped out of the car and I noticed that the Cullens were a few cars down from us. I met the gaze of Edward as I looked causing me to quickly turn as if I had not met his gaze. I noticed Charlotte getting her things ready for her first class.

"I'm going to go talk to my first period teacher about work that I've missed and just materials that I need to catch up on." I caught the way she said the last bit. Catch up on was more like review.

"You go ahead. I will be perfectly fine. Have a good day Charlotte."

"You too B. See you after school." She turned and headed for the school which left me standing in front of the car.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and as I did so I heard the sound of a pen dropping. I sighed and moved to pick it up. Just as I was standing up I heard a noise but choose to ignore it since it was too quiet for human ears. It became louder which made me look up, unprepared for what was going to happen next.

A van was skidding towards me and I realized the majority of the students in the parking lot were looking at the van skidding towards me. It was too late for me to move. If I jumped out of the way at a human pace then I would surely get injured, if not I would give myself away if I didn't; I could also not escape at my pace for people will begin to question. I decided to just brace myself for the impact. This was going to hurt and it would take weeks to heal at human pace. It would take much more than a van to kill me.

Just as the van was only feet away from me I felt something, but not in the direction I was expecting. My head cracked against the icy blacktop, and I felt something solid and cold pinning me to the ground. I was lying on the pavement behind the tan car I'd parked next to. But I didn't have a chance to notice anything else, because the van was still coming. It had curled gratingly around the end of the truck and, still spinning and sliding, was about to collide with me again.

A low oath made me aware that someone was with me, and the voice was impossible not to recognize. Two long, white hands shot out protectively in front of me, and the van shuddered to a stop a foot from my face, the large hands fitting providentially into a deep dent in the side of the van's body.

Then his hands moved so fast, but nothing I could not see. One was suddenly gripping under the body of the van, and something was dragging me, swinging my legs around like a rag doll's, till they hit the tire of the tan car. A groaning metallic thud hurt my ears, and the van settled, glass popping, onto the asphalt — exactly where, a second ago, my legs had been.

Chaos ensued with people yelling frantically. I paid no attention to them for I was focused on Edward Cullen's presence. He noticed me staring and immediately came to my side.

"Bella, are you alright?" He asked in a frantic voice.

"I'm fine, but how did you..." I left my sentence hanging when I saw his expression turn hard, then he composed his face back to a worried look.

I looked around and saw people begin crowding around us.

"Can you help me get up?" I offered my hand to him.

He grabbed it, but instead of picking me up he held me there.

"You should stay on the ground, Bella. I think you hit your head pretty hard." Up until now I had forgotten that my head hit the ground. I touched the spot where I hit my head and felt the bump already starting to diminish. I mentally tried to slow down the healing process so the bump would still be noticeable.

"It is not that bad." I said looking back up at him not wincing.

"Please, help me up." I said again and this time he did easily. He lifted me up just in time, for the ambulances had already begun to arrive.

I was about thank him but he quickly moved out of the way and I was swarmed with people asking me if I was alright. Charlotte had also heard and seen the ruckus and had rushed over to me. The paramedics rushed to us, first looking over Tyler then quickly assessing me. I began to say that I was fine and that I was luckily pushed out of the way, but then Edward quickly told them that I had hit my head. Charlotte could not argue against him because she knew it would look suspicious.

"I'll meet you at the hospital B." She said as they were loading me into the ambulance.

The traitor was able to sit up front and he told the paramedics he was perfectly fine. I believed that, but something made it seem as if he did not wish to be examined. They had wanted to put a neck brace on me but i insisted that there was no need for one.

We finally arrived at the hospital, and I was glad that the swelling of the bump was slowed down. They took x-rays and led me to a room where I had to lay down on a bed next to Tyler. I wish they had not. He was beneath the bloodstained bandages wrapped tightly around his head. Tyler looked a hundred times worse than I felt. But he was staring anxiously at me. His guilt was painfully overbearing and with his constant apologizing I closed my eyes and pretended to fall asleep. I was told that the doctor had to examine me before they let me go. I heard footsteps approaching and I knew whose they belonged to. I continued to keep my eyes closed until he spoke.

"Is she asleep?" His velvety voice asked.

My eyes snapped open and I looked at him with a neutral expression. He was trying to read my expression but I knew he could not. I was attempting to do the same to him but to no avail. Tyler interrupted our staring and I was happy for a distraction.

"Edward, man I'm so sorry! I was going to fast and the ice was very slippery. I didn't have any control!" He looked at him with a fearful expression.

"It's fine, Tyler. No blood, no foul." Edward smiled for a second as if he remembered some private joke.

A nurse came in to check on Tyler occupying him with questions.

I spoke to Edward, " To what do I owe this," I paused thinking for the right word, "pleasant visit."

He raised an eyebrow and I realized that I used an old-fashioned cadence, something I just now also realized that he often used. As if he was from a different time. He spoke before I could continue with my train of thoughts.

"I came to spring you, seeing how uncomfortable you were in the ambulance." It seemed to me he was implying something.

"I appreciate your concern, but I believe I'll manage." I added on, "I see you are doing well." He knew I was implying something now.

He chose to ignore that last comment. "You won't be in here much longer."

As if on cue the doctor walked in with a clipboard in hand. This was Edward's father, and by the looks of it, very young and very attractive. He had blonde hair, the same colored shade of eyes as the rest of the family, and a warm smile. How did the nurses work properly here?

"So, Miss Swan," Dr. Cullen said in a remarkably appealing voice, "how are you feeling?" "I'm fine," I said, for the last time, I hoped.

He walked to the light board on the wall over my head, and turned it on.

"Your X-rays look good," he said. "Does your head hurt? Edward said you hit it pretty hard."

"It's fine," I repeated with a sigh, throwing a quick scowl toward Edward.

The doctor's cool fingers probed lightly along my skull. He noticed when I moved.

"Tender?" he asked.

"Not really." I had winced because his fingers had been as cold as Edward and Alice's hand.

I heard a chuckle, and looked over to see Edward's patronizing smile. My eyes narrowed.

"Well, I was lucky your son Edward was there to save me." I sincerely meant it.

"Why yes." He was suddenly preoccupied with the papers in front of him. It seemed to me that the doctor was in on it too.

I moved towards Edward, remembering not to get too close to him.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" He was wary when I asked but he agreed after a moment and made his way out the door. I followed him into the hallways and we stopped in a private area.

"Thank y-"

"What do you want?"

We had spoken at the same time but my thank you died on my lips as soon as I heard the harshness in his voice. His expression turned from hard, to surprised, and back to composed.

"I was going to thank you, but I see it was just going to be ignored." I glared at him.

"Look I'm sorry but-"

"You were expecting me to ask about how you stopped the van?" This got his attention and he became tense and defensive.

"Bella, you hit your head, you don't know what you're talking about." His tone was cutting.

My temper flared now, and I glared defiantly at him. "There's nothing wrong with my head."

He glared back. "What do you think happened?" he snapped.

It came out in a rush.

"All I know is that you weren't anywhere near me — Tyler didn't see you, either, so don't tell me I hit my head too hard. That van was going to crush us both — and it didn't, and your hands left dents in the side of it — and you left a dent in the other car, and you're not hurt at all — and the van should have smashed my legs, but you were holding it up..." My words were all jumbled and I had to speak so, as to not appear unshaken.

He was staring at me incredulously. But his face was tense, defensive.

"You think I lifted a van off you?" His tone questioned my sanity, but it only made me more suspicious. It was like a perfectly delivered line by a skilled actor.

I nodded and I saw he was going to say something but I beat him to it.

"It is what I think, so you don't worry. I am not going to say anything. People would have me committed." This took him by surprise.

"Then why does it matter?"

"It matters to me. I will not question you anymore, but I will let you know that I am not going to let this go."

"In that case... I hope you enjoy disappointment."

We scowled at each other in silence. I was the first to speak, trying to keep myself focused. I was in danger of being distracted by his livid, glorious face. It was like trying to stare down a destroying angel.

"Why did you even bother?" I asked frigidly.

He paused, and for a brief moment his stunning face was unexpectedly vulnerable.

"I don't know," he whispered.

And then he turned his back on me and walked away.

"Thank you." I said softly knowing he could still hear me from where he was. His steps slowed for a fraction then he continued with his brisk pace.

I met up with Charlotte back near the entrance of the hospital. We did not speak. There was no need. It was raining when we exited the hospital. We climbed into the car and left with Charlotte driving. It was silent on the way home. Once home, Charlotte decided to break the silence.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I heard your conversation." I turned to look at her. Sometimes we could not help it with our good hearing.

"What now?" She asked me.

"We let the chips fall where they may. I have a feeling we won't hear much from the Cullens for a while."

"I think you're right." She paused and I saw her have a mental debate.

"This may be a bad time to tell you but, while you were being checked up on, I got a text from Emma."

"Oh?" This would be interesting.

"They found the culprit of the snowy events. A fable named Elsa. Comes from the kingdom of Arendelle from their realm. She's looking for her younger sister who says her name is Anna. Asked if we knew anything. I knew we both did not so I replied no."

I have never heard either of those names. We would have to keep an eye out.

"That is good to know. At least we know the root of the problem has been found." My sister stayed silent and I looked at her to see she had weary expression.

"What else is there?" Whatever else she needed to mention could not be good.

We walked into our home and she motioned for me to sit down. After I had settled down she did as well.

"There was a...murder, in the outermost part of Fabletown."

"What!" There hasn't been a murder in our vicinity for the longest time.

"I know. I couldn't believe it myself. Elsa wasn't behind it. Her powers aren't exactly subtle."

"Is it one of us?" There was no possible way a mundie could be capable of maiming one of us.

"Yes, with magic. Her head was severed with a clean cut." This was horrible.

"Emma was wondering if...you could help from here. Then when you're not busy you could go over to Fabletown to help with the investigation." In the past, I had helped Bigby with some cases. He had been against it at first, but gradually he appreciated my help. I stopped helping as much when Emma came into the picture.

Charlotte was hesitant when she told me this. She knew we were already going through some things here.

"It's fine. I will call her and tell her I'll help." We fell silent after that, thinking about the day's events. Eventually we headed of to our rooms.

I called Emma immediately and she told me to mainly worry about the murder and that she would help Elsa look for her sister. While we talked, I looked on my computer to see the photos she had taken and leads, but there was hardly any evidence. Myind was exhausted with what had happened that I fell onto the bed without taking off my clothes.

That was the first night I dreamed of Edward Cullen.

A/N Hope you enjoyed. Don't be afraid to comment guys. I know they say I'd you don't have anything nice to say then don't say it, but I take anything as criticism. Until next week!