AN: Just a short chapter to link the two girls and Edward will be back later ...

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Unfortunately it's all still owned by Stephenie Meyer or I'd be sitting in the sun somewhere writing full-time.

Irrevocable

Summary

It doesn't matter when I live my life, as long as it's with you.

Chapter 8

Bella

I awoke in my own bed and was actually disappointed. Had I stayed, I'm sure I would have confessed that I was in love with Edward at that moment, which may not have been the right thing to do; I just didn't know if he felt the same.

My mind returned to the last thought I'd had before I 'left'. I was no longer in any doubt that I was going somewhere; to a different place in time, and I had to accept that it was into the past because that was where Edward was, and that couldn't be a coincidence; I could no longer convince myself that it was just a dream.

In my hand, I still held the comb that belonged to the vanity set, and I was now convinced that, somehow, it had something to do with whatever was happening. Jumping out of bed, I had a quick wash and cleaned my teeth, dressing in jeans and a t-shirt, eager to find the journal to take yet another look at what it had to say.

In the kitchen, I made myself coffee and the usual hot pockets for breakfast, taking them both into the living room. The journal sat, conveniently, waiting for me on the coffee table. Sitting down, I opened it at the last page to find a sheet of paper tucked in between the pages.

Dearest Bella

My name is Mary-Alice Brandon and I am married to Edward Cullen, though not by choice. My marriage to him was arranged by his father and mine, long before I was of age to agree. Neither Edward nor myself wish this to be. Through some twist of fate, I believe we have all been given a chance to be with our soul mates.

I have surmised that the following explanation may leave us believing that both or at least one of is insane. The paper clippings you left with the journal have shocked me beyond belief, and I find that I have no wish to remain in my time; I choose life and freedom and hope that you will, too.

It would seem that some outside force or 'spell', if you would have it, has allowed us to switch places in time.

Further, it is my belief that the words in the journal you hold in your hand contain a spell that is somehow linked to the items in the vanity set that was stored in the box. I believe that each item can be used just once to facilitate the switch, so great care will need to be taken in their use.

This has happened twice now and I have surmised that everything is controlled by you and your strong wish to be with the one you love or your soul mate, and although I have not asked for this switch, I too, have met someone special with whom I want to be, always. His name is Jasper Whitlock and I have talked to him about what has been happening so that when he calls on you today, he will not be shocked that I am missing. I hope it will also lead to you knowing that he is trustworthy.

If you feel about Edward as I believe you do, I beg you to please talk to Rose, whom I know will be able to help. May I also suggest that you include Esme; I can promise that, having already spoken to her, she will also assist where she can.

Please do not feel that you have to do this for anyone but yourself. Now that I know my future, if you decide otherwise, I can promise you that Edward and I have spoken at length and will make sure that we change that future. Full happiness may not be ours, but we can make the best of the situation.

Alice

My heart quickened reading the letter from Alice, knowing that it meant that the thoughts I had about the vanity set were accurate. Somehow, those items were involved in facilitating the switch between us. It now put me in the position of having to make the biggest decision of my life, and I knew that it was necessary for me return to Edward to have a full and truthful conversation with him; I knew I had to ask him how he felt.

I had no idea how many times I would be able to switch places, so it was imperative that I use my time wisely. I formulated a plan to seek out Rose first and then Esme; there had to be a way to find out what we could do.

I knew that the mirror and the comb had already allowed me to switch places and return, so my first thought was to test Alice's theory of being able to use each item just the one time. Before I could test out that theory, the doorbell rang, followed by a quick rap of knuckles.

Opening the door, I came face to face with a gorgeous looking guy with short, blond hair and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. If I hadn't already fallen in love with Edward, this man would certainly have attracted me.

"Jasper Whitlock, ma'am," he held out his hand in greeting. I loved the southern twang in his voice and told him so before moving aside, allowing him to enter.

"I assume you're the one Alice mentioned in her letter," I began. "And that she has explained all this—" I waved my hand towards the journal and the letter lying on the table "—stuff, for lack of a better word," I finished.

"Then you must be Bella," he smiled at me and I could see what Alice saw in him.

I smiled back at him, immediately at ease in his company, but glad that Alice had already explained everything to him; saving me from having him think I was a complete nut-job.

"I was just about to test out one of Alice's theories. She believes that each of the items ... I assume you know what they are...?" I paused to see if he understood, heaving a sigh of relief to see that he was still with me. "I'm going to pick up the mirror again now and if I do switch places ... well, Alice will be with you shortly." I smiled wryly at him and sat, indicating that he should do the same.

Taking a deep breath, I picked up the mirror and then felt a little foolish just holding it up in the air.

"Well, that proves one thing she said," I murmured mostly to myself.

Looking at Jasper, I whispered, "Here goes nothing," as I picked up the brush. As an afterthought, I also grabbed the newspaper clippings tucked into the journal; I would need something to convince Edward that everything I said was the absolute truth if Alice had not already managed it. Immediately I felt the now familiar nausea sweep through me, and the edges of my vision darkened.

I managed to get out a strangled, "Tell Alice I'll talk to Edward and find a way," before the room went black.

**Irrevocable**