A/N OMG! What am I doing? I don't even remember how to work on this site. Anyway, I updated my profile a few weeks ago that I had been reading my old stories for a bit for inspiration, and I was reminded how much fun I had on here. Even though I was writing based on SM's Twilight world, my creativity soared, and I grew so much as a writer constructing these fics. A few months ago, I came across a meme, which I promptly sent to plainjanedee announcing the meme might bring me out of retirement. So, technically this isn't all my idea. The meme is Bella waking up to Renee's goofy face to find out that everything she'd experienced with Edward was a coma dream. The concept is so hilarious to me and the meme is embedded into the cover of this story. I considered waiting until I completed the story to post at all, but I used to love the instant feedback, so I got a solid word count in and decided to upload this prologue. I have no idea if anyone still reads Twilight pack fanfiction, but if you do, say hi ;)

Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and I still enjoy messing with her characters.

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****Reboot****

Physical fatigue was no longer a circumstance I endured, but lifting the shield for Edward strained my mind. His soothing kiss proved to be a welcome distraction. He echoed his frustration, realizing I could only show him glimpses into my mind. Hopefully, I will master this new ability soon. My husband reminded me we had forever to practice. That word no longer existed as an exaggeration. Forever for us meant infinite days and nights together. Our perfect love would never cease. My true purpose and existence had never been clearer.

We were present in our meadow, but for a split second, an unnatural light flashed before my eyes. As fast as the flash of light had been, another flicker of golden sunshine reflected in my midst. Struggling to hear my husband's voice, I realized I could only hear another. "Bells… did you feel that? It's like electricity."

As soon as my mind realized that Edward and I were no longer sharing a private moment, darkness covered me. Words and thoughts didn't exist. Internally, I screamed for Edward, but he had disappeared.

Just as quickly as I lost sight of the world, an array of sounds, scents, and faded light replaced the sudden emptiness. Luminescent flickers brightened until, all at once, blinding beams assaulted my eyesight. Trying to establish a reason for this out-of-body experience within my immortal body wasn't fathomable. Perhaps there was something new I hadn't learned from the others yet. The Volturi ordeal had kept us all so preoccupied and on edge. However, these various sensations were confusing and made little sense.

I stepped out of a perfect scene with my eternal soulmate and into a place of chaos. As the minutes ticked by, one thing was obvious. I'd been through a transformation once before and this felt eerily similar, except this time, I no longer felt invincible and reborn. I just felt familiar and average. No, that wasn't it. Emerging completely from my altered state, I realized this feeling was not average. I was completely and utterly helpless.

Renee's voice brought me back to a full state of consciousness. We hadn't been in the same room in so long, but no one forgets their mother's touch or presence.

"Oh, my goodness! It's true. Bella!" echoed in my ear. "It's Mom. Charlie's on the way. Come back, baby. We're here. Everyone's waiting for you. This is a miracle. I knew this day would come. I swore you'd come back and no one else believed me."

Opening my eyes to my mother, my first question that came to me, "come back from where?" She was the one that traveled and rarely stayed put these past few years. I'd only been in and around Forks, Washington, except for a whirlwind trip to Italy and an unbelievable honeymoon getaway. The idea of my honeymoon made me think of my daughter. My hands ached to touch my belly, even though Renesemee was born months ago.

But it wasn't possible to perform the small task my brain requested. My arms refused to cooperate. I couldn't move. The helpless feeling magnified. I was as weak as a newborn kitten. Me, Isabella Cullen, a vampire, had lost all supernatural abilities. Even though Mom continued to shout close to my face, I could barely hear her and the bright light that briefly assaulted my eyes appeared to be muted and dim, as if I was experiencing temporary blindness.

"Fight!" I shouted to myself. This isn't right. I needed to break free of this temporary spell. What if lowering my shield caused this malfunction? Edward would feel disappointed, but he would understand that it wasn't worth the risk to try again if this was a side effect. Trying to move once more made me realize the weakness I suffered wasn't the only reason for my restricted movements. Someone had secured my wrists and ankles to a metal railing.

Who would do such a thing to me? Since Mom was the only voice I recognized, I struggled to ask her what was at the forefront of my thoughts. The first few attempts sounded like bits of gravel colliding against the back of my throat. Other unrecognizable voices spoke, but the one I needed to hear from had never felt further away. Siphoning from any last reserves I possessed, my new feeble self finally uttered one word: "Edward."

Mom's fingers brushed against my cheek. "Who, sweetheart? Oh, never mind. You're still delirious. It's your mother. How do you feel? Can you see me? Bella, it's Mom." She chattered once again.

Saying his name had hurt a multitude of ways, so I simply nodded. Even that slight movement caused extreme exertion, so I gave up trying any other form of communication. Mom was here, and that was an element of comfort. My body ached, and the fatigue overwhelmed me, so I gave up and let darkness consume me once more. Hopefully, the next time I opened my eyes, my true world would be visible once again and this alternative one would not even exist.

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~Thanks so much for reading.

I would love to hear your predictions. What's going on here? Is there truly no supernatural in Bella Swan's future?