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Location: Coeur D'Alene, ID

Prompt: Garage

"Well shit," Edward exclaimed as he climbed from the car and circled around it, assessing the issue that had caused them to stop at the side of the road. He grabbed his cell phone and threw it on the seat as he realized it had died recently. "This was the last bloody thing I needed tonight. How far do you think we are from the city, Bella?"

"Like… ten minutes drive, I'd guess." Edward looked around in vain for a nearby gas station as Bella motioned in the distance. "There's a house right over there. Let's just go over there and ask to use their phone to call a tow truck."

Thankfully for Bella and Edward, there was a house only a few hundred feet off the road from where the Volvo had died. Edward volunteered to go so that Bella could stay with the car in case the cops or a tow truck miracously arrived. After his short hike to the house, Edward was pleasantly surprised when the elderly couple that lived there informed him that their son owned a towing company and they would call him immediately.

All Bella and Edward had to do was wait, and it took almost an hour before Garrett pulled up in his huge tow truck to haul them into town to a place called McCarty Auto Body.

"What do we have here?" a huge linebacker type man with a boyish face asked Garrett as he looked at the car with surprise. "I'm guessing you've got some out of towners, huh?'

"You could say that," Bella grumbled as she looked at the monstrous man intently. He looked like he had never seen a Volvo before and this was beginning to concern Bella because then it meant they would be stuck in the town longer than necessary. "Do you think you can fix it?"

"Well, first I have to find out what is wrong with it."

"We were driving down the interstate and suddenly it made an odd spluttering noise and then slowly conked out," Edward explained simply.

"Pop the hood, I'll just get Rosie," the mechanic, whose coveralls read 'Emmett' announced as Edward opened the front door and popped the hood so Emmett could take a look.

"God I hope this isn't too expensive," Edward declared as he slumped into a plastic chair beside Bella and stared at the car in frustration. "I had it checked out before I left Manhattan and they said it would be fine for the distance I was driving. This is ridiculous."

Bella glanced outside as a small smile graced her face. "On a positive note, there's a Motel 6 right across the road, and look… there's an Italian restaurant next door. At least something is looking up for us." Bella wished she could ease Edward's anxiety over the car, because if there was one thing she knew, it was how it sucked to have your car in the shop.

Before Bella left Forks, she had sold the old truck that had gotten her through high school. For her sixteenth birthday, her father had given her a rusty old red Chevy truck that was older than even her father. Though the thing was reliable, it was loud and barely passed its emissions testing each year and she put more into repairs than she did gas, but it had been Bella's and nothing could be that. She sold it to the son of her father's best friend, who was desperate to get his hands on 'Big Red' as Bella had affectionately named it.

As Bella and Edward waited together, they heard the clacking of high heels against the cement floor and both of them raised their heads, surprised to see a statuesque blonde stroll into the room like she owned it.

"So… what do we have here?"

"2008 Volvo," Emmett announced. "They've been driving cross-country from New York and it suddenly shut down on the interstate in front of Garrett's parents place."

"Hey, how are your parents doing?" the blonde asked sweetly as she bent over and stared inside the engine, and Garrett began telling her about his father's glaucoma and subsequent insistence that medical marijuana would solve the issue. "Well, if he needs a guy. I know no."

"Umm… can you tell me what's going on with the car?" Edward piped in, interrupting the blonde as she examined the engine.

"Can you tell me what kind of underwear I'm wearing?" she questioned as Edward choked so hard Bella had to smack him on the back. Unfortunately for him, the blonde was still waiting for an answer.

"No… no, I can't."

"Right… you can't see anything until you look underneath, so just chill out man. This is an art form." Bella shrugged her shoulders as Edward leaned back in his chair and stared up at the ceiling. It was only another five minutes while she looked over the car, but it seemed to last forever.

"Here's the deal," the blonde announced. "You've got a faulty alternator. I don't have one for your car in stock, but I'll call in a favor from a friend and get one here by lunch tomorrow. Is that alright?"

"I don't have much choice do I…."

"Rosalie. I'm Rosalie McCarty, this is my shop," she said happily. "And yeah, you have no choice unless you want to live permanently in Coeur D'Alene."

"Thanks Rosalie. Just… do what you need to do." Edward scribbled down his cell phone number for her as I grabbed our overnight bags out of the car. "Call me when things are done, but we'll be across the road at the Motel for the night. Thanks for helping."

"No worries, that's why we're here," Rosalie said sweetly as Emmett came up and wrapped his arm around her waist and held tight to her. Edward couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at their easy happiness. "Now listen, take it easy and go enjoy Nino's. She has the best Italian food for like five hundred miles, plus… your girlfriend looks like she could use a night of romance."

"Oh she's not my… we're not…."

"Oh really?" Rosalie challenged as I nodded my head. "You'd think with your chemistry that you'd be together." Edward thanked her for her help and ushered Bella out of the shop, but as they crossed the road, Edward couldn't get Rosalie's words out of his mind.