Ok, someone dared me to do this. Go ahead and review and say whatever you want…

Rosalie's POV

"Emmett" I called.

No response at all.

"Hay, Emily" Jasper teased.

No response.

"Emmett?" Carlisle called, worried. "Emmett, can you hear me."

Edward walked up and picked the phone off the ground. He talked for a minute before going completely pale. He ended the conversation, saying that his father would call him back later. I could see Carlisle was even more worried after hearing that.

"Rose, take Emmett to your room" Edward ordered, speaking slowly as the color came back to his face. "Stay with him."

I did as I was told. Right now wasn't the time for independence.

"Emmett" I called as I held his arm and pulled him down the hall, "Follow me; come on."

He did as he was told, though he walked like a zombie. As soon as the door closed, he fell to the floor. I fell with him and managed to support about half his body.

"Tell me what's wrong, baby" I whispered when his eyes finally locked on mine. "Let me help you."

As if just then realizing that I was there, he cupped my cheek and held me tight. Then, he dropped his head to rest on my shoulder. His body was shaking after that and my shoulder felt wet... and warm.

I started to rock him, not knowing what else to do besides treat him like a child. It took about 20 minutes for his sobbing to stop enough for him to speak.

"I… I called home today… because it's almost their anniversary…" he whimpered. "They didn't answer, but they never really do. So, I called our neighbor… and asked him to bring the phone to my… parents…. He… he told me they died, Rosie. My mother and father have been dead for 4 years and I am just now finding out!"

A new wave of sobbing took over his body, and I just held him. I wanted to tell him everything was going to be ok, but I really didn't know if I would be lying or not.

"B-B…Bella… my baby sister" he whispered. "She… she left home to travel like I did about 3 years after I left. She… she's the one taking care of the boys and Tara. I… I haven't seen any of them sense I was 11…."

He was 20 now, so that made 9 years. All I really knew was that he left on a very bad note with his parents. After a year, he and I got together. Jasper was with me already. We're like twins, really. Alice joined us about 5 years ago, bringing her brother, Edward with her.

Carlisle's POV

Emmett was still in the dining room. He must have read that same letter at least 20 times by now. Seeing that no one else was going to, I walked up to him.

"Hay, Carlisle" Emmett said.

Though, his voice was off. It wasn't the same 'I'll-never-act-my-age' voice with the 'piss-me-off-and-I'll-prank-you' undertone. It was said with dry-humor, something I'd only heard form him when he was sick a couple years back.

"Wanna talk about it?" I offered.

"She wrote me a letter when our parents died and she took our younger siblings" he laughed humorlessly, holding up a letter. "She knew, if I called and no one picked up, that I'd either give up or call someone else. So, she told everyone I would call about this letter."

He gave me the letter suddenly and told me to read it. I tried to tell myself, as soon I as saw the handwriting, that it was a coincidence.

If you're reading this right now, then you've called home asking for Mom and/or Dad. You've probably already heard that they died, but no one really talks about the fire so you probably never found out how. I figured you wouldn't want to hear it over a freaking letter, so I didn't put it in.

You never really called… at least not while I was around. As soon as I turned 11, I bolted just like you did. I tried to find you, I really did. Now, I realize it was a good thing. You're better off without all of us tying you down. You're probably having a lot of fun as you wonder around with your Pokémon.

I was on my way back to town when I ran into Tara. She'd just gotten her first Pokémon. We all went home. Yadda, yadda, yadda, and there was the fire. You probably don't know, because you were not around to hear, but Mom had 4 more kids. I took everyone with me and bolted.

Gabe was just a baby when I took him. He's starting to walk now, and I'm trying to get him to say your name right. Though, he can't say mine, either. John, Jay, and Jake are 3 years old and, like all triple-demons, they stick together and drive everyone insane. Drew and Rob – ya know, the screaming twin babies? – are 9 now. They're both so excited to get their first Pokémon. We're making them wait until they're 11, just like Tara and I had to wait.

Oh, and there are 3 more to our numbers now. Don is 10. He's the big brother. His younger sister, Abby, is 7; and his baby sister, Tiffy, is 3 like the triplets but nowhere near as demonic.

They found us, actually.

Don ran up to me a couple months ago and tried to pick-pocket me. I saw him, but let him anyway. Well, that is, until I realized I had a picture of you in my wallet. It was the one of you a year before you left. Ya know, the one of you sleeping that I told you I burned. Uh … Yeah, sorry, but burning that would be a crime.

Anyway, I chased the kid down. He was so freaking scared when I walked up to him in the store. You should have seen his face when he brought too much to the counter and I paid for it all with a card.

When we left that town, he and his sisters came along with us. They'd been orphans like us for about a year. Their parents got sick and died. They'd already been living on the streets, so it wasn't like they were used to sleeping in comfy and warm beds.

Crap, I'm off topic.

No one knows where to find me because I'm probably still traveling with everyone from town to town. Even if I'm in one place, they won't contact me if this letter is scent out.

I don't want to wait for eternity. If I know I will be contacted, then I will wait. But, I can't do that. There's always going to be the possibility that you don't want to know. There's the chance that you're happy where you stand now and trust me enough to take care of everything.

Though, if you do wish to see your little brothers and sisters and you're new adoptive siblings, I advice you look a man up. His name is Carlisle Cullen. He's a doctor. As of 2006, he lives in Forks, Washington, United States. He's a doctor and a really good one. He's a good guy, one of the few adults I would trust with my life as of now. Of course, don't tell him I said that. I doubt it would go to his head, but he does get this annoying smirk.

Carlisle doesn't know me as Bella Swan, though. I didn't trust him at first, so I didn't give him my real name. He calls me Izzy. He knew enough not to press me for information. He knew that the only thing keeping me at that hospital was Gabe's screaming. He was teething, you see. Remember the twins? He was screaming just as much.

Anyway, if ya wanna have any hope of finding me (if ya want to, that is) find Carlisle.

Bye, Bro.

Love – the only family you've got left unless ya got yourself a wife…

"Well now, there's some good news" I grinned. "I just got a call yesterday from my illusive little Izzy."

"Where?" Emmett demanded.

"Hoenn Region" I answered, not wanting to push him. "One of the girls, Abby, her 11th birthday is coming up. Izzy – I mean Bella – kept complaining about how she's gonna hate the robots so I assume she's going to LaRousse City."

And he bolted out of the room. It took everything we had to persuade him to not leave right then. It was already dark.

"Izzy" Esme questioned, "Really?"

"Yeah" I answered, laughing at the irony of it.

Ok, so Emmett finds out his parents are dead and that his siblings are all traveling together. Though, what is waiting for him in LaRousse city?