Okay, just to set things straight, I don't have the chronology quite right, and not all of the facts are exact. I had to do this to make sure that Gwen had an appropriate amount of time to heal, and that every event that I have planned can work out correctly. Right. Let's get on with the show.

Oh and by the way, I do NOT own the Twilight saga in any way shape or form.

Gwen clutched the armrests on her wheelchair with white fingers. Not that she thought that Seth would drop her, but the pain that she would feel if his fingers should slip… not a pleasant prospect.

" You can relax. You're on the ground." Seth rolled his eyes.

She exhaled and gazed at the large room around her. Besides for the sickly girl sitting on the couch, it looked nothing like a hospital.

A deluxe flat-screen television was poised on the wall to her right. The floor was the color and texture of newly fallen snow; she set her toes on the carpet and observed the change in feeling.

Alice bounced down the stairs behind Seth and landed without a noise. She quickly flitted to Jacob who was shuffling outside like a zombie. This didn't make any sense to Gwen, because it looked like Bella was feeling a whole lot better.

Mr. Not-So-Miserable followed Jacob out of the door.

Guenevere pushed herself away from hovering Seth and over to Bella. Didn't last too long, because Seth seemed to think that she would pull a muscle or something.

" Seth, I can push myself you know."

He bopped her on the head so softly she barely even felt it.

" Shut up. Let me push you."

Grumbling slightly she allowed herself to be guided to the couch's edge.

Extreme annoyance itched at her like a rash. Something in her hated the feeling of being vulnerable and unable to control her surroundings. What if the people around her should fail at keeping her safe? What if…

Gwen stopped her thoughts right there. Where had they come from?

The echoing howl of a canine broke through the quiet atmosphere. It's eerie call made her feel like an ice cube had been dropped into her stomach.

Her wheelchair jiggled slightly as Seth took off out the door.

Well that took care of that problem. What was up with him?

" He had to be home by three." Said Edward as he walked back in through the door. It took Guenevere a moment to realize he was addressing her. She nodded like this made sense, and looked around the room. Nothing really of interest. There were other wings of the house, but it wasn't like she could snoop while everybody was watching.

Gwen eyed the door wishfully and wondered what it would feel like to be outdoors again. Wonderful, beautiful…and most likely very wet.

Jasper reached over and set something in her lap.

" Oh, what's this?" She asked questioningly and picked up the purple book. Gwen flipped the pages and caught the whiff of a well-aged book. Mm.

" It is an original copy of The Little Princess. Alice tells me you enjoyed reading it."

" Oh my." She whispered, and trailed her middle finger down the yellowed page. " Thank you Jasper. It should keep my mind of the boredom, huh?"

Jasper gave something close to a smile, then stiffly walked out the door.

" AH!" Came the pained cry of Bella.

" Bells?" Gwen asked fearfully as her friend doubled over in pain.

Everyone in the room moved to check what was wrong with her. Even Jasper and Emmett who were outside poked their heads in through the window.

Carlisle wheeled Gwen to the other side of the room by the desk, before running back to his daughter-in-law.

" Give me a second, Carlisle." She begged.

" Bella, I heard something crack. I need to take a look."

Guenevere wondered how he could have heard the crack. She had been sitting right next to her, and hadn't heard anything.

" Pretty sure" –gasp- " it was a rib. Ow. Yep. Right here."

As concerned as she was for Bella, something had caught Gwen's eye.

A sleek, silver, Blackberry Flip.

Should she grab it? It seemed like this family noticed every little thing she did. Once she had tried to sneak out of her bed in one of those rare moments they were alone, and Edward was there before she could even move her legs. Carlisle had assured her that she wouldn't have gotten far any way.

Gwen gave a quick glance to Edward and Carlisle. They looked to be preoccupied with Bella…

As swiftly and silently as possible, she snatched up the phone. It pinched her back to do so, but she kept her mouth closed.

Where to hide it? The red shirt and sweats she was wearing were pocket-less.

She decided on the old fashioned approach.

Gwen slipped the phone into her bra and innocently watched as Carlisle carried Bella to the hospital room.

Bella slept downstairs fitfully. Carlisle and Edward were nervous that Gwen would have another nightmare and disturb his wife from much-needed sleep, so Carlisle had moved her to a different room.

Edward heard a loud snore from Jacob and smiled slightly. He could hear every sound there was to hear in this world, including the sound of Guenevere Gordon stealing Rosalie's phone.

Gwen better not chance Rosalie's patience, thought Edward. Rose was already less then ecstatic with the sudden appearance of Guenevere.

" Her memories will come back eventually." Carlisle had chastised Rosalie.

" And when they do, we cannot risk her being anywhere but here. No doubt she would tell everyone around her about the vampires she encountered in Forks. Besides, when we first arrived she would not have lived long enough to make it to the hospital."

Edward caught the smug thoughts of Guenevere through his daydream.

" Excuse me, my love." Edward whispered against Bella's forehead, and then silently blew upstairs.

Gwen felt like a cat that had caught the canary.

She grinned wickedly into the darkness, and ran her thumbs over the smooth front.

Oh, she could remember all right. She remembered every digit of her mother's cell number. (912-519-1837). And she was going to use this memory to finally understand what had happened to her. Her throat constricted with the thought of speaking to her mother again.

Her thumb found the crease at the bottom of the phone, and she pushed upward eagerly.

The blackberry glowed softly in the darkness with yellow hue. Slowly she poised her finger over the nine.

The next few moments were a blur.

The door opened before Guenevere could even process that she needed to hide the phone. Edward Cullen walked into the room, snatched it from her fingers, and walked out, quietly shutting the door behind him.

Gone, like that.

Guenevere sat back on her pillows and stared at the door, not exactly sure of what had just happened.

How in the world could he have known…?

It took exactly twenty-seven seconds for the anger to kick in.

She slowly inched herself to the right side of her bed, and tested her upper body strength by holding herself up by her arms. It didn't take long for her arms to collapse underneath the weight of her body.

She was going to find a way out of this house. She would scream, kick, do whatever she needed to get out of this house. Even if it meant rolling out in a wheelchair.

Slowly but surely she pushed her legs over the edge. Being careful not to pull her spine, Gwen stretched out her toes to reach the chair. They just barely made it to the handle.

Gripping the mattress so she wouldn't slide off, she struggled to get a good grip on the wheelchair. Her toes kept on sliding off, and so she began pulling from under the handlebars.

The wheelchair tipped over slightly, and Gwen caught it between her ankles. Carefully she pulled it in to her body and ignored the dull ache in her back.

" Gwen?" Came a voice.

She jumped a thousand feet and lost the wheelchair that she had struggled to obtain.

Seth opened the door a crack and let in a little light.

" Can I come in?"

" You might as well." Grumbled Guenevere.

He swung the door open fully and raised an eyebrow at Gwen's awkward stance.

" Try to make an escape?" He asked and moved to pick her up.

Guenevere made a funny noise as he put an arm under her knees. He set her down gently and Gwen quickly folded her arms and looked away.

" Wow, do you want an extra blanket or something? Your skin is really cold."

After getting an approved nodding of the head he moved to the cupboard to get a quilt.

" I need to speak to my mother." Gwen growled.

" Nope, cant do that."

" Please!" She begged. At that moment, she didn't care that she sounded like a four-year-old whining to see her mommy. All she knew was that she was being held in a strange house against her will. She wanted out.

" Please!" She cried again.

Seth threw a blanket over her before sitting down on the bed. He took her hands in his.

" I would if I could." He whispered. " But it's better if you never know what happened."

" I want to go home!" Gwen whimpered. She was only half playing-it-up. The homesickness clutched at her heart like an icy chain. She shivered.

Reacting to the shiver, he put an arm around her shoulders. Hot as always.

" Hey, its all right." He stroked her arms in an effort to heat her up, and she found warmth stealing into her usually frozen veins. Having Carlisle as her doc had a price.

He pulled her head to his chest in an effort to comfort her, and she found she could hear his fast-beating heart. It sounded…pure.

Every instinct in her screamed STAY AWAY! , but she found that her face was slowly raising to meet Seth's.

Guenevere could feel his warm breath on her lips, and she blinked a couple of times to try to regain her consciousness.

He was coming closer.

Warm hands slowly moved up to her face in a slight caress, and then held a little harder.

Then the flash hit.

It was something so horrific, so horrible, that it sent Guenevere reeling.

The moment suddenly broken, she pushed on his chest to make him get away from her. He was too close! Too much Seth! She needed air!

Gasping and sobbing, she pushed herself backward on the bed. She raised her hands over her face to protect herself from the person who was too close to her.

" Gwen?" He asked fearfully. He tried to pull her hands away from her face, and received a knee in the stomach. Not that this hurt him, but the intent was clear. Gwen continued to sob until her breaths were becoming chokes.

" Please…don't!" She croaked.

" I wont hurt you. I promise I won't."

She cried harder.

" What's going on?" Carlisle asked suddenly over Seth's shoulder.

" I'm not sure…"

" Let me handle this." Said Esme as she entered through the doorway.

" That sounds like a fine idea." Murmured Carlisle. " Seth, I need to have a word with you. Come with me, please."

He reluctantly followed Carlisle out the door while Esme soothed his imprint.

" What do you need to tell me?" Seth asked huskily.

" About Gwen's past." Said Carlisle. " It's time you learned."

Darn. They were sooo close to kissing...but it was time for another flashback anyway. New chapter coming out soon. Comment and review please!