Twilight isn't mine, but the idea is. I was inspired to write this after a marathon of Fast and Furious. All the songs on the soundtrack helped me create this, so you should check them if you don't know them.

Many thanks to my dear friends m0t0b33 and TeamAllTwilight for the pre-reader and beta work.

And to you, my readers and followers, thank you! I wish I had the time to answer you, but we can discuss stuff in my facebook group. ;)

Time seemed to fly when you were busy, especially when you did something you liked. That applied to Edward.

When it came to school, he was constantly busy with homework and football practice. In his free time, he spent most of his time on the Rez with Jake, helping him with the car.

The first time he took Bella's car alone to the Rez and returned late at night, James was waiting in the hallway, glaring daggers. He threatened to send his ass directly to juvie, but Edward explained he'd been at Jake's under the pretext they had a project to work on together. James had to buy his excuse, but told him to never drive Bella's car on his own. That faced him with a problem. Edward didn't feel like walking so many miles from Fredonia to Kaibab. Jake solved his problem by lending him one of the bikes in his garage—apparently one of them was Bella's, but she was forbidden to ride it.

The only time she drove it, she nearly cracked her head open, scaring Jake for life.

At last, that bike became useful. It took Edward a while to figure out how to work it, and in the end he realized it wasn't that difficult.

His frequent visits to Jake had one good outcome—the car started looking like a real car once again. Jake had peeled off the old paint and was treating the metal with substances against rust, while Edward usually worked on the engine. They had a few more important pieces missing, and if they got them, the car could be running by Christmas break.

There was a bad outcome, too, of his frequent visits to Jake's. James started suspecting that they were up to something, which made him question Edward every night or morning, depending on the cop's shift. He wasn't Jake's greatest fan which made him a suspect even if he hadn't done anything bad, and knowing Edward's background, no one could blame him for suspecting something was up. Though, he couldn't go check on Jake without real ground that something was wrong. James was waiting for one of them to make a mistake so he could grab a warrant and go search that boy's house.

They were in the middle of October and Edward had a game. He was going to be late, but the new floor for the Mustang had come and when Jake let him know, he couldn't stay away. Edward had been worried about the full floor not fitting being from a previous model. He was excited to see it fit perfectly and instead of just leaving, he stayed to install it.

Edward was under the car, screwing some nuts when he found himself being pulled out by his ankles. His eyes widened and he choked on his saliva when he saw James in front of him.

I'm dead. That was all he could think of as he stood, wiping his dirty hands on his shorts.

"You're going to explain to me all about this after the game. Until then, get in my car before you're thrown off the team for tardiness."

Jake, who wasn't a great fan of football but had promised to be there for his friend's game, hopped on his bike and followed the cruiser back to the town.

James was awfully quiet on the drive to the school and Edward silently wondered if he'd have to wear orange at juvie. It would clash with the bronze streaks in his hair.

"Focus on the game. If it will make you feel better, I'm not going to call anyone about what I saw. Not until I hear your side of the story," James told him once parked in the school yard. "Now, go and win. God knows our team hasn't won in too long."

Maybe Bella is right and James isn't that bad, Edward mused to himself as he walked to the lockers. Coach Stewart thundered when he spotted his extremely late team member. Apologizes weren't enough, but Edward thought he could prove himself through winning.

As soon as he was on the field, he tried not to laugh at the other team. Why was his team worried about them? They were pretty decent, he'd seen it through practice. It didn't take long for Edward to understand both his team and the other were rubbish at football. He was the only one running, ducking and tackling the others. All the points on the board were due to his efforts.

After the break, the other team decided to attack him instead of playing fair, and tried winning by resorting to punches and kicks. Edward, who was experienced with how aggressive football could get, knew how to defend himself. But even for him it was too much when a tall and muscular guy from the enemy team threw him into the pole of the post mark head first and when he went down, his head spinning, the other kicked him in the stomach hard.

Of course, the game was interrupted and Edward got rushed to the local hospital. He refused to be treated until James was there to assure him no one would know of his past from his medical file. He knew there were a lot of inexplicable broken ribs, broken nose and bruised wrists.

When James and Bella arrived, James went off to talk to the doctor and Bella sat next to Edward, taking his hand. She stared at him worried, biting her bottom lip and with tears in her eyes.

"Don't worry. I had worse." He tried to pacify her, patting the top of her hand.

"It's just…hospitals and me…I don't do well around here…I feel woozy."

Edward sat up and got out of the bed, not really needing all the coddling. "You better lie down then." He helped her down on time for his doctor and James to return.

"Christ, Bella." James rushed to her side. "I'm sorry for bringing you here but Edward's kind of my responsibility too now that he's living with us. I had to make sure he was okay." Saying that, he turned to Edward gave him a small nod. Sighing in relief, he followed the doctor to do a check on his nose and ribs. Nothing was broken, Edward knew, but he allowed the doctor to do his job. It was probably the most action he got there in months.

An hour later they arrived home with strict instructions for Edward to lay it low for a few days. James went to the station to question the guy who hit Edward, apparently forgetting about what he had seen Edward doing before the game.

Maybe getting hurt saved his ass.

Bella, who was once again her hyper self, made sure Edward was in bed before she started to coddle him. She made him tea and brought his favorite snacks, she put on his favorite TV show on the laptop, she even offered him a pack of ice for his nose.

"Can you stop fretting? I'll survive. Just sit down. You're giving me headache."

"But you're hurt!" She pouted.

"And it's not your fault. Come on, sit down, Bella," he said softly, patting the spot next to him.

"I've wanted to do something nice for you ever since my birthday. I still can't believe Jimmy corrupted you into making me breakfast in bed and buying me flowers. It was too much."

"He didn't make me do anything I wouldn't have done if I'd known it was your birthday."

"I barely knew you, Edward. It was what, not even two weeks since we met and when did you expect me to tell you about my upcoming birthday? Don't worry. You were both too nice with me." She smiled shyly, leaning into his side. "Does it hurt?"

"Nah." His side was flaring in pain, but he wasn't ready to admit that. "We have a problem, though."

"What's that?" She looked up at him worried.

"Your brother knows about our little secret." He raised an eyebrow at her, trying to make her understand what he was saying.

Her face turned red. "What secret?"

"Mach One. He took me from under the car to bring me to the game."

Understanding dawned to her, quickly being replaced by frenzied worry. Edward managed to calm her and promise he'd talk to James once he was back. Speaking of that problem, it reminded Edward of Jake, and he made a quick phone call to his friend letting him know he was put to bed rest, but he'd survive.

While watching the show, Bella managed to fall asleep—her head on Edward's shoulder, her arms around his arm, snuggling close. He wasn't bothered by the closeness, soaking in every minute he got around her like this.

When the fifth episode of the season was starting, Edward could feel his eyes dropping, but his drowsiness was gone when a strong arm grabbed him by the shirt, lifting him off the bed.

"The fuck?" Edward groaned, sleepily. "Ow." He grabbed his side, doubling over. He allowed himself to be pulled out of his room.

Guess it's time to face the music, he mused silently as he blinked rapidly, trying to focus on James's angry features.

"The fuck indeed, kid! That's my sister in bed with you!" James spat.

"What? I know. We were watching this movie…and I guess we fell asleep. I swear, it's not like that."

"Do you expect me to believe you? I've been worried something like this would happen ever since I accepted Emmett's proposition, taking you in here."

"You know Emmett?" Edward asked stupidly.

James huffed, folding his arms over his chest. "If you plan on…" He gestured to the door behind Edward. "Keep in mind that I can squish you like a bug. If you hurt a hair on her head, I'll make sure you won't see daylight again."

"That's the best blessing I heard from a big brother."

James pushed Edward in the wall making him whimper in pain. "I know your kind, boy. You're changed, as you promised. You're different than all the records from Chicago said, but one person can't change one-eighty like that. I'm waiting for you to step wrong. And you better not step wrong with my baby sis," he finished his threat with a final shove in Edward's shoulder. "As for that car in Black's garage, I hope for your own good, you're simply helping the boy to repair his car and not creating a racing vehicle. If that's true, you can kiss your freedom goodbye."

Edward had never been so scared in his life. Realizing his grave mistake, he rushed in his room, grabbed his phone and went out in the backyard, calling his cousin. It kept going into voicemail, but Edward was insistent and he didn't stop until Emmett picked up.

"It better be good, cous."

"I'm fucked, Em."

"What have you done, man? Are you hurt?" Emmett asked worried, forgetting about being upset with his younger cousin.

In one long jumbled sentence, Edward explained to Emmett about the Mustang he was repairing. He kept to himself Jake's wish to race the car.

"Well, you said it yourself. He simply wants to repair the car, and you know cars. You help him. I don't see any harm in that…unless there's an ulterior motive in repairing that car. It's one powerful car."

"Emmett…"

"Edward, if you or him plan on…doing something stupid, simply stop helping him. If you get caught racing again, I can't help you anymore. Think of your parents, man."

"But I don't want to race it." Edward could hear the lie in his own voice. "Look, I won't, but if Jake wants…he's free to do whatever he wants. I'm just doing my job so to speak."

"I can't stop you, but think twice before you do something rash. Oh, and on that note, did you know that your e-mails are being intercepted? I had to pull in some strings to cover your stupid conversations with Jasper."

"What? That's private!"

"You're under the police's watch, Edward! Wake up, man!" Emmett growled. "Look, I have to go back. You kinda pulled me away from something…you know?"

"Sorry. Tell Rosalie I said sorry."

"Will do. Night, cous."

"Bye, Em."

Feeling worse than before he called Emmett, Edward dragged his feet to his room. After putting his laptop away and covering Bella with the blanket, he went to sleep in her room, hoping she wouldn't be upset. Her bed was filled with tons of plush animals making it look like a child lived in that room. Edward pushed all her toys to the floor, ready to take any punishment for that in the morning and crashed on the bed. Sleep came faster than he thought, but it was marred with bad dreams, all of them starring him in orange clothes and his mother crying.

The next morning, Edward found Bella and James in the kitchen. They were laughing over a Sudoku game. Bella was curious of why there were three of six in one square, and James seemed unable to answer her, scowling at the silly game.

"Good morning," Edward greeted the siblings, yawning.

"Coffee in the pot," Bella pointed out, knowing he needed caffeine to function.

"Thanks."

"How are you this morning?" James asked conversationally, eyeing Edward who poured himself coffee, added sugar and took a healthy gulp.

"I'm good." His side still hurt a little, but it was all bearable. "What happened with that guy?"

"He's suspended for two weeks from his school and has to do hours at the library."

"Nice." Edward had been there, done that.

They kept about their tasks in silence. Edward leaned over Bella's shoulder, drinking from him mug and watching as she tried to undo the mistakes her brother had written on the Sudoku, while James stared at the teenagers in front of him.

It was clear from the way they interacted that there was going to be a shift in their relationship, sooner rather than later. James noted the way Edward bent over his sister to point different things on the game and she smiled brightly, turning to face him every time; the way he rested his hand on her shoulder, or the way she leaned into him as she chewed on the end of the pencil. As much as James didn't want to accept his sister was growing up, he had to admit that if he didn't allow her to date she might rebel against him and do something stupid. Dating Edward might not be the best choice, but this way he could keep her boyfriend on a tight leash since he lived under his roof.

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