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Chapter One

I don't think ridiculous covered my current situation. Pulling at my ghostly pale cheeks in the mirror, I opened my mouth and inspected my teeth, tugged my hair and finally attempted to do the running man.

Almost immediately I fell in a tumble of awkward limbs.

Slowly righting myself, I stood back in front of the mirror and studied my frown.

"You're not me." I accused my reflection and watched the unfamiliar face mimic my words. I cringed and turned away from the mirror, enough reflecting. Snorting at my bad pun, I began searching the room for, well, I have no idea what but anything helpful would do.

You might be mistaken to think that I was taking this new body thing really well, but I used to do a lot of dumb shit when I was younger and I had learned long ago to smother panic, panic gets you in trouble. Panic when you're trying to help someone and they could get hurt, panic when you should run and you could get caught. It was such a useless emotion.

However when I saw the smoking dresser, I felt a twinge of panic that made me freeze. It was only incense, but it was my incense. As in, mine. From my room, in my home. On my planet. I checked the box on the dresser just to be sure, yeah it was definitely the weird incense that a friend had given me. She said it was calming and would help soothe tensions.

Thinking back that's the last thing I remember before I woke up all...brunette. I had sat down on the floor lit a bunch of incense and tried some of those weird breathing exercises I had been recommended, then nothing and BAM! I'm a skinny little waif, two cup sizes smaller and with some mermaid length hair to boot.

Last I checked I was a grown ass woman of 25, I rocked a red bob and I actually had a body. How old was this chick? Going by height and tits I'd say 15, but I was never good at guessing ages.

Sighing, I grabbed the lit incense and dumped it in the glass of water on the bedside table. I watched the ash swirl around and relished in the small sizzle. Today was just weird and the more I thought about it, it exhausted me. I threw myself face first on the neatly made bed and groaned into the pillows as I started to drift off. Maybe when I woke up everything would be the way it was supposed to be?

"Fuck it..."

"Bella, love, I'm back." I groaned and swatted the hand stroking my hair, away.

"N'touchin..." I grumbled as I rolled over and away from the irritating asshole that was trying to wake me. How dare he!? Does he not know who I am? I am Sleepy, and he can hop it.

"Enough sleeping, you told me to wake you up when I got back. Wake up, Bella." He demanded in a harsh tone, I sat up and gave this kid a murderous stare, making him flinch back far faster than I expected.

"Bitch I will hit you, I am sleeping! Back off!" I took in the gorgeous man in front of me and tried not to let my jaw drop.

Then it all came back to me that this wasn't my world, my home or my body. I snapped my mouth shut before I said anything else stupid and watched in fascination as this guy's face morphed into an disapproving frown.

"That language is atrocious, Bella. I won't stick around if you proceed to talk to me like that." He made for the window and slid it open, swinging his legs outside I reached for him in shock and grabbed his shirt.

"No! Jesus, what are you doing?! Don't jump out the window, you could break your leg! Use the door like a sane person, are you crazy dude?!" He gaped at me like some starving fish. I hesitated and let go of him, he swung his legs back inside and quickly invaded my personal space, backing me into the wall.

"Wha-" He interrupted me by burying his face in my neck and sniffing my skin.

It honestly caught me off guard and I tried to shove him away from me.

"Get off!" I pushed hard and watched my wrists bend back unnaturally far and felt the sudden pain spread down my arms. Clutching them to my chest I hunched forward and bit my lip as I made a guttural noise of pain.

"Fffffffffuuuck!" I wailed and fell to my knees.

"Oh my god, Bella! What were you thinking?" I glared at him and harshly shrugged off the hand he placed on my shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" I yelled at him, enraged that I'd possibly sprained my wrists on his literal rock hard chest. He stood freakishly still and stared at me in confusion.

I had realised that this is someone that "Bella" knew, but I was never very with it when I woke up and I had a pretty nasty temper when my precious sleep was interrupted. I had no time to find out about who I was let alone who he was, though I probably shouldn't have fallen asleep but can you blame me? Today was just draining.

"Bella...what's going on? You aren't acting like yourself." He stated in this depressed voice that struck some caring chord inside of me. Whoever this guy was, it wasn't his fault that this had happened...at least I didn't think it was. I have a sneaking suspicion it was mine somehow anyway.

I had no idea how to play this, do I admit the truth? Do I play it off like I was sleep talking/yelling? Working faster than I thought my mind could, I thought the options I had out and tried to pick the best one.

I couldn't tell him the truth, he'll think I'm crazy and I don't know how long I'm stuck like this. I am NOT ending up in a loony bin. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't buy sleep walking and even if he did I had no idea what his name was so it's not like I could suddenly "wake up". That left me with one choice.

"I can't remember anything." I finally blurted, I tried to look a little upset but I didn't know what to say to convince him of my half truth.

"...Come again, love?" The pretty boy whispered as his eyes bulged. In the dim glow of the lamp I finally saw they were an unusual golden colour. I just dismissed them for now, but I kept catching myself staring at them. It was like there was a niggling voice in the back of my head repeating the words I was looking for so very quietly that I couldn't hear them, I just knew I was missing something obvious.

"I, uh, I have no idea who you are? Pretty sure my name's Bella, now." I trailed off uselessly staring at him in confusion. "Sorry, who are you?" I asked him earnestly.

Faster than my eyes could follow or my mind could even comprehend, he had grabbed me by the shoulders and was practically vibrating me with how fast he was shaking me.

"No, Bella, stop pretending! This isn't funny!" I winced at the harsh reminder of the pain in my wrists and twisted away from him to the opposite side of the room.

"I don't know who the fuck you are, or who I am to you, but if you grab me like that again, I swear to god I will throw you out that window you're so eager to jump out of!" He looked at me like I'd grown another head and made steps towards me again.

"Bella, love..." I hopped over the bed and ignored the bruising pain of my back slamming into my wardrobe in my haste to put some distance between us.

"For the last time dude, BACK OFF!" My eyes darted around the room for a weapon and I spotted a long umbrella next to the door, only a few feet away. It wasn't much but it'd do. I made a dash for it but before I even finished reaching for it he grabbed it out of my hands and had it neatly propped against a chair in the far corner.

"What the fuck...?" I whispered to him in awe. He had been fast earlier, but that should have been impossible. He watched my expression carefully and appeared to stop breathing. I watched him with worry, this guy was way too grabby for my tastes could he not see how frightened he was making me? Yet he just kept coming. Again he made a grab for me and I tried to twist away from him once more without success.

His freakishly strong hands were icy cold on my bare collarbone as they held me steady and forced me to keep still.

"What's going on Bella? I don't understand what you're doing? Is this some sort of game?" His voice was panicked and demanding I narrowed my gaze and batted his arm away with a wince.

"For the last time; I. Don't. Remember. Shit! I don't know who you are, I just learned my name from you, and I have no idea where we are. Do you get the picture kid? To me, you're a stranger so I don't care how snippy you are, stop fucking grabbing me!" He finally got the hint and backed away from me. I let out a sigh of relief that I didn't know I had been holding in and took more steps away from him, I didn't trust this guy to not just lunge at me again.

"I don't understand...what happened?" He asked tentatively those pretty eyes sparkling with unshed tears. I felt a little bad for him but I was getting the raw end of the deal here, so someone didn't know him? I didn't know myself.

"I don't know, I woke up on the floor and I couldn't remember anything about the girl in the mirror." Technically I hadn't lied and half truth's were a favourite of mine.

"How is that possible...? Did you hit your head?" He reached out towards my head and I pressed myself up against the door and ignored the tenderness of my wrist, as my hand fumbled for the knob.

Thankfully he took the hint and stopped moving towards me and suddenly he was across the room again.

"How are you doing that?" I whispered in confusion. Taking a tentative step forward he looked a little lost for words and looked ashamed for some reason.

"We can talk about that later." He mumbled, "I need to get you to my house, it appears you need a Doctor...that's what Car- that's what my Father does." He explained in a sad voice.

Immediately I shook my head.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm not going with you. You've been real fucked up about this and I'm not really interested in injuring myself any more tonight. I will do something about this tomorrow but for now, I'd like you to leave. You aren't helping me and frankly, I don't want you to." I told him coolly, his mouth fell open and he made another move towards me. I dashed away from the door and yanked opened it as I moved. I pointed at it and repeated "Leave." A little breathless from all this ducking and dodging.

The pretty boy looked lost for a moment and just stared at me, I intensified my glare and gestured towards the door once more. Sighing, he slowly made his way towards it and gave me a lost look.

"I'll be back tomorrow Bella, I hope you'll have come to your senses by then." I felt my temper flare but just repeated my demand with gritted teeth. Thankfully he did.

I didn't move until I heard the lock on the front door clicking shut. I sighed and sunk to the floor. That guy was plain freaky. Super fast, super creepy and far too clingy. He's like a needy Barry Allen with prettier eyes...body made of stone...cold to the touch...

An answer was there, I could practically taste the word I was looking for. I shook my head and then did so again to get the annoying amount of hair out of my face. It was no use, my brain was a big blur of information and the whole altercation with that guy hadn't helped any.

Pushing myself off the floor made me wince and I decided that before I did anything I needed to do something abut my wrists. My back ached too so hopefully I could find some pain killers around.

I hesitantly walked out into the narrow hallway, looking around nervously at doors. Whoever Bella was she was too young to live alone, but no one had come running at my yelling so either her parents really, really didn't care or no one was home. I heard a ticking behind me and glanced at an old clock on the wall. It was earlier than I had first thought but the chill in the house let me know that it wasn't summer here so it wasn't too surprising that I was already pitch black out at half 7.

Returning to my original mission I bravely opened the doors upstairs until I found a bathroom, luckily bandages and painkillers were relatively easy to find in a cabinet and I popped back a couple of pills whilst ignoring the unfamiliar face in the mirror that was mimicking me. It was still kind of freaky to see after growing up with the same face and body for 25 years, so for now I was just not looking to save my dwindling sanity.

After my time consuming, crummy bandage job (wrapping bandages, one handed, with two injured wrists was never going to turn out well) I had a gander at the two toothbrushes and made a guess for Bella's, and gave my mouth a good scrub. Basically I was doing anything that meant I didn't have to think about what had happened, but I was processing every little titbit.

Masculine products and a handful of feminine stuff, only two toothbrushes...a lot of old bathroom furniture that looked like it needed upgrading...I was pretty sure Bella was living alone with her Dad, and that he didn't have a steady girlfriend, or boyfriend, I don't judge.

Curiously, I made my way downstairs, my head trying to take everything in at once. There was a police cap, old take away menu's stacked by a phone, the whole place was wooden and there was a lingering earthy smell to the bachelor pad. I explored the house and opened cupboards and draws in the kitchen, tried to memorise the general layout. I tried to peer into the garden, but it was late out. It was too dark to see out the front as well, with large rural houses nearby barely lit by yellow lamps and trees as far as the light shone. It was cold and drizzling lightly, so I quickly shut the door and continued my nosy exploration. I found some post addressed to a Mr. C. Swan which sent the little voice in my head niggling again, but still I couldn't discern what I was not understanding.

Furthering my exploration, I found a crate of beer in the garage along with a rusty red pick up truck and some fishing equipment. With only a minor hesitation, I shrugged and snapped open a beer with a satisfying pop of the cap. I guzzled it down quickly and threw the can into the bin as I walked back through the kitchen. It wasn't particularly good, but I think I deserved some type of alcohol after the fuckfest that was today.

Flopping on the sofa I made a mental review of what I discovered, I didn't want to be carted off to some hospital by Bella's Dad so I wanted to be somewhat believable when he came home.

He was a fisherman, there was some sports paraphernalia...mostly Baseball. He either was or probably still is a cop, his last name was Swan, first name begins with C. I don't think Bella has been living here long, there was a box in her room with 'Bella's Room' wrote on it. Plus the house didn't look like it had a kid anywhere near it for a long time.

I was pondering if there was anything else I had missed besides his fondness for bad beer, when the phone suddenly rang and startled me out of my thoughts. I hesitated for moment before deciding someone might be more concerned if I didn't pick up.

"Hello?" I greeted uneasily and heard the gruff voice of a male in response.

"Hey Bell's how are you doing?" I was debating whether or not this was her Dad but gave the automatic,

"Fine, how's things your end?" He sighed and I heard the wind howl in the background, muffling his words slightly.

"Not so great I'm afraid. The station got a call from Seattle, they're still trying to find the culprit behind those attacks. They aren't sure if its an animal or not but it's got to the point where they need the extra manpower so me and a few of the other men are going to help out over the weekend. So...I won't be home until Monday evening probably, sorry Bell's I said I was gonna help you patch up your truck so you could drive yourself over to that- boy, and after his Dad gave us all those parts, too..." His ambiguous irritation wasn't helping my fact finding but at least I knew who this was now and that the ugly pick up in the garage was mine.

"Don't worry about it Dad, I'm sure I'll be fine. You've got important work by the sounds of it, so the truck can wait." I hesitated briefly before adding, "And please be careful." There was a dead silence at the end of the phone and I mumbled a hello to see if he was still there.

"Sorry Bell's...it's just, the first time you've called me Dad since you came back." He sounded a little choked up but covered it with a masculine cough. "I have to go now, I need to get a coffee before I hit the road. You be safe and keep the doors and windows locked...I-I love you." He mumbled in the sweetest little voice, like he feared my rejection.

I had no idea who Bella was but the way she treated her Dad was piss poor, I ignored how out of character it might have sounded and responded with a smile.

"I love you too, Dad." I told him gently, thinking of my own parents. "I'll be sure to stay safe, you do the same and I'll see you on Monday." I could hear the happiness in his voice as he gave an enthusiastic farewell and hung up.

I smiled at the ancient phone in my hands softly, what a sweetie. He clearly didn't deserve to be fearing emotional rejection from his daughter, I started to feel irritation at this annoying girl with a pain in the ass boyfriend and no respect for her Dad.

Looking at the clock it was past 8 now, and I didn't feel as tired any more, in fact I felt a little bit wired now from absorbing everything in like information was some insane caffeine rush. Sighing I tested my wrists and winced a little. They hurt but my right hand was just a little bruised, the left one felt the most tender.

I briefly remembered that the truck was technically mine and grimaced, that thing looked like it had seen better days. So, I decided to go have a look at it myself, I happened to know a thing or two or three about cars. There was a set of car keys next to the front door and I rolled up my sleeves pre-emptively before heading back into the garage. I found a radio and fiddled with it a little before picking up an evening station near Seattle. It was playing current hits but I didn't really hear anything I recognised enough to say I knew it but happily found stuff to bounce along to as I dug out boxes of tools and odd car bits that looked like they had been brought recently for the truck

After trying the engine and checking under the hood, it was easy to see the problem. The High Tension Leads were corroding, not surprising considering how old the car was, it looked like it hadn't seen a real mechanic in years. I tutted and set to work, spraying some WD40 on them had been a temporary fix at best, these needed replacing altogether. Having a better look, I could see one of the wipers needed replacing too, the headlights had to be changed and the tires needed to all be swapped and probably fitted with some snow treads if its gonna be winter soon.

The work was laborious and took a lot out of my pathetically weak body but it got done. The garage contained most things I needed, I had also found a surprising amount of Urethane paint in a glossy black and white. It had probably been brought to go over any dings and scratches on Bella's Dad's car, but it would perfectly cover the ugly orange-red and would dry quickly. However it was a little toxic and I needed to get some protective gear on before I even thought about painting. Thankfully there was the protective eye wear, mask and gloves from previous use, I just threw on a ugly looking rain coat from Bella's room and put my hair in a shower cap to cover up the rest of me.

It took a while but a few hours later, after grinding off some rust and giving it a thorough coat, it looked good as new. Alternating between black and white to make both of them stretch as far as they could for the massive truck. I wanted to give it a test drive to make sure, but it was a little late to be driving round especially in an area I didn't know. I chose to do it in the morning and give the truck a wax if I had the time.

Standing in front of my new black monster, I hummed thoughtfully and rested a hand on the glossy bonnet.

"I shall dub thee Beetlegeuse, and your sexy black and white ass will be feared across the land!" I blew a kiss at the car then threw back my head and laughed manically. "Okay, bed time, I'm going loopy." I hauled my sweaty body up the stairs and threw everything in a hamper in the bathroom before having a quick shower and scrubbing myself thoroughly. Going to bed covered in any of that paint residue was not an option, I could get sick.

My wrists were still a little sore but thankfully keeping them busy seemed to have done them some good, which honestly surprised me with this weak little ragamuffins body. It still baffled me how that guy was so strong and so speedy but the more I thought about it the more my head started pounding and I had to distract myself from it.

After plaiting my hair in several wet, loose braids, I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. I briefly caught the 4:06am on the clock besides me but ignored it and rolled over.

A part of me hoped that when I woke up I'd be back home, but a bigger part doubted that would happen. Either there was a purpose or a trigger to this, and I doubt fixing her car had anything to do with it. Just more crap to deal with tomorrow, I mused as my eyelids became too heavy to hold open any longer.

Jasper POV

Tonight had been baffling. I watched my brothers mate on his orders and I didn't know what to tell him.

It was surprising that Edward had trusted me so much with his delicate little human, but I was the only one that could get a read on her, Alice said she had gone blurry and none of her visions of Bella made sense and as per the norm Edward couldn't poke around her mind.

I ignored the twinge of jealousy, she had no idea how lucky she was to not have to censor her every thought around that boy and watch his face contort in horror or disgust whenever a particularly nasty memory sprang up without my consent.

Edward had come running in, babbling at top speed about Bella loosing her memory and acting very unladylike. At first everyone but Rose and myself demanded we go and get her right now, but Carlisle was ever the voice of reason and said we should wait and see what the situation really was.

I was kind of happy when the duty to look in on her fell to me, only because I could do something they couldn't, but I could see the distrust in Edwards eyes and he demanded Emmett chaperone me. I can't say I really minded, Emmett was fun and would make what I imagine would be, a very boring job, pass relatively quickly.

"So, bro, operation uncover-what's-up-with-Bell's is officially underway do you feel anything from her? Like a forgetful feeling or anything?" I raised an eyebrow at him and snorted at the stupid question.

"I can feel her but I don't think anyone feels that specific an emotion, Em." He grinned and shrugged.

"Worth asking though right? So, how's she doing?" His face showed his concern, they hadn't known each other long but it was easily to see Emmett wanted to adopt her into the family just as much as Edward did, though for entirely different reasons.

Focusing on the usual odd swirl of emotions that was my brothers girlfriend, I frowned instantly. She was acting strange, I could feel her nervous curiosity and after dashing around the side of her house, I could see her opening draws and cupboards. She sniffed things and pulled faces I had never seen her make, holding things gingerly in her bandaged hands. I grimaced at the sloppy work, Edward didn't mention she was hurt.

Watching her walk around the house (which mostly involved me speeding around windows and hiding in tree's as she went through every room), I briefly lost her in the garage having to find a tiny window that I could barely see through. To my complete surprise I watched her chug a can of beer like a pro and nonchalantly throw the can in the trash on her way back through the kitchen.

Emmett had been following me around diligently and elbowed me hard in the ribs to get my attention.

"Did Bell's just down a beer!?" He asked me incredulously. I nodded, a tad surprised myself and rushed round the house again to watch what she'd do next. She sat down on the sofa and looked thoughtful, her emotions spiralled through confusion, acceptance, worry, triumph and a tinge of humour that constantly swam under the surface.

The more I focused the more she felt wrong. There was no other word for it, it was like the ratio in each of her emotions were completely different than usual. The undercurrent of humour was definitely new, Bella was always so serious and awkwardly shy about how she felt, even to herself. These emotions were stronger and confident about what they were and how she felt at that point. They were...refreshingly raw and I admit I basked in them a little.

I was startled by the sudden jolt of panic in her emotions when the phone suddenly rang, I watched her hesitantly reach for it and listened as she talked to her Dad. It sounded off, she sounded different. Even from here I could smell she was Bella, her voice was Bella's but this wasn't Bella.

After discovering that she was alone for the weekend, Emmett gave me another hard nudge and I turned to see an uncharacteristic frown on his face.

"Something's not right, you think Edward was telling the truth about all this? That didn't sound like Bell's at all, and doesn't she always call her Dad, Charlie?" I turned to look at her to confirm our suspicions and saw a sweet smile on her face as she held the phone. Bella didn't really smile, she sort of grimaced awkwardly, but this was full of life and held a sad warmth, like she was trying to be happy about something even though it hurt. I could even feel the pang of pain that she brushed aside with practised ease.

"Well, she's definitely not acting normal, let's keep an eye out until she goes to bed." Emmett agreed easily to my surprise, I'd have thought he'd be bored of the stakeout already but it seems his curiosity about his new sister-to-be outweighed his usual boredom for anything that he couldn't speed through.

Once again we had to run around the house to the garage and we watched in complete awe as Bella fixed her truck herself, Edward told us she was having problems and had driven her to school most of the week. She didn't look at a manual, she didn't hesitate about what to do, or even break anything. She got the engine to start again and changed all the tyres by herself, the lights too, all the while she was bouncing around to whatever was on the radio, mostly doing comedic little dances to amuse herself.

I bathed in her contentment and open joy while she worked at something it was clear she was good at. Afterwards she even painted the car.

"This doesn't make any sense..." Emmett muttered in shock as he gaped at the frail girl christening her car Beetlegeuse and laughing like a supervillain, simply for her own entertainment.

"You're telling me...since when did Bella know anything about cars? If she could fix it this easily and this happily, why didn't she do it in the week when we gave her the parts? She even gave it a paint job too...that's an insane amount of work for someone that doesn't know what they're doing." Emmett didn't know what to say and just watched her leave the room in awe.

"This is just freaky..." He finally whispered and followed me back around her house to wait outside her bedroom window, we could hear the shower and I don't think Bella would have appreciated us spying on her washing, nor Edward for that matter.

"So...what do we tell everyone?" He asked me as we watched her plait her hair expertly through her bedroom window.

"I think the best we can do is just tell them what we saw and what I felt, this doesn't make any sense." Emmett nodded and watched her with the same bemused expression as she tucked herself into bed and fell asleep after running through hope and despair and dismissing both emotions with relative ease. "Come on, let's head home." I told him and we sped off back to the Cullens.

We arrived to Edward wearing a grove into the wood, Alice was drawing at a breakneck speed, I know she only did that when her visions weren't making any sense. Rose was hovering over her shoulder along with Carlisle, both playing a strange game of Pictionary. Esme came out of the kitchen as soon as she heard the door open, drying her hands from cleaning chemicals I guessed.

"We're back!" Emmett announced with tentative cheer, he was still just as confused as I was. Everyone moved to chairs in order to better ready themselves for our discussion. Emmett bounced over to Rosalie, who gave him an affectionate kiss but her attention was directed at me as she waited for what we had to say about the girl she seemed to vehemently dislike.

I glanced over to Alice but she was still wrapped up in her drawing, I could see she was listening so I took a seat and rested my elbows on my knees as I gathered my thoughts.

"Before we tell you everything, Edward, could you give us a run down of what happened again? You were in a frenzy when you came back." I felt his irritation spike at having to repeat himself but he went over his story again all the same.

"I went to visit Bella after we got back from the trip, she was asleep and I thought she had dozed off whilst waiting for me, However, when I tried to rouse her, she was unlike herself and said- said some rather unladylike things that I wouldn't care to repeat." I tried to contain my snort at his pompous attitude but the quick glare in my direction showed that he had at least heard it in my thoughts. "My Bella has never spoken like this, it was shocking. When I threatened to leave out of the window like usual, she panicked and tried to haul me away saying I'd break my leg." He paused to let that sink in for a moment and we all gave each other concerned frowns.

"Bella knows that we can't hurt ourselves from a drop like that, it'd take a lot more damage. Was her concern for your well-being genuine?" Carlisle asked evenly, ever the Doctor.

Edward sighed and slumped forward in his seat.

"Yes and no, I could hear the sudden quickening of her heart and she looked worried and a little angry like I'd done something stupid. She didn't act like my Bella though, she didn't speak like her and she didn't feel like her. I tried to find out what she was doing and she told me that she couldn't remember anything. Of course I didn't know what to think and she became frantic and demanded that I leave, she refused to come here to have you look at her, too." He added sadly to Carlisle who looked worried and deep in thought.

I narrowed my eyes at Edward, he left something out twice now.

"And just how did she injure her hands, Edward? I saw her rubbing her back quite a bit too." He gave me a murderous stare but Esme quickly intervened.

"What is Jasper talking about Edward? Did something happen to Bella?" As sick as it sounded I relished her concern, Esme always had such warm emotions it was amazing to think she was a Vampire at all.

Edward looked a little shifty but answered all the same.

"I tried to sniff her to make sure it was still her and she shoved my chest, but hurt herself doing so. She also fell into a wardrobe." He added hesitantly, never meting Esme's eye's. I glared at him, though probably not as hard as Esme.

"And why did you leave this out Edward? If Bella got hurt you should have told us straight away, and you can move far quicker than she can why didn't you just move back when you felt her push you?" I could feel those maternal momma bear instincts kicking in, her eyes had darkened though were not quite black and she was standing over Edward like he was about to be grounded.

"I apologise, I didn't think she'd push so hard..." He mumbled to the his shoes and looked thoroughly ashamed. "It was never my intention to hurt her." He whispered sadly, in a poor attempt to get pity. Esme's anger lifted and she sighed, sitting back down with her husband, curling against his chest.

Carlisle looked down at his wife fondly and soothed her with an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him.

"We will discuss this later, for now I'm interested in hearing what Emmett and Jasper saw tonight, could you enlighten us, son?" He asked me kindly, I felt that small burst of familial love and nodded, sitting straighter I walked them through our mission.

"She definitely did not act like herself all night, Bella was wondering around her house for a while familiarising herself with everything. She spoke with Charlie and it sounded wrong like she wasn't sure how to act, he's away until Monday night by the sounds of it which is probably for the best right now." I hesitated and gave a sideways glance at Edward before continuing, "She uh...she drank a beer." I offered awkwardly.

The room went stiff at that, she always seemed as much of a square as Edward is. Emmett didn't help matters by adding,

"Like a pro, too! She chugged the whole thing in a few seconds, if that was her first beer than colour me impressed!" I tried to ignore his mirth because as amusing as it was, it was all so out of character.

"Thanks, Em. He's right though, she did act like it was nothing but I've never smelled alcohol on her before, not even a trace." I offered neutrally not really needing to point out how unusual it was.

Both Esme and Carlisle looked like I told them something disappointing, but I think it was more about what that could mean as opposed to the fact she'd drank a beer at 17.

"When she talked to Charlie he told her that her truck was broken, I don't think she knew and she didn't seem to care at all that he couldn't fix it up for her. We looked through the garage, she rummaged around in the parts we gave her then just got to work and fixed it herself." I rubbed my head and frowned, the ease with how she fixed her car was the most worrisome thing of all. If she lost all of her memories, how did she suddenly know how to fix a car?

It seemed everyone else was asking the same thing but it was Rose that spoke up.

"What did she do to it?" Rose had an interest in cars, I shared it with her to a degree but not her sheer passion for it.

"She changed some cables, I think the HT Leads, it was hard to see what she was up to from our view. But she got the car working again, she also replaced the lights, switched out an old wiper for a new one and changed all the tyres. Oh, and then she painted the whole thing black and white with some paint she found-"

"What kind?" Rose interrupted.

"Urethane, I think, it dried fast and only needed one coat."

"Protective gear?"

"Full and improvised, rain coat, shower cap and there was a dust mask and goggles nearby. She knew what she was doing, if that's what you're asking. I would almost say she does that for a living if I didn't know better." Rose looked lost in thought and said nothing more so I finished up the night. "Once she finished at about half 3, she christened it Beetlegeuse, and took a shower. She also plaited her hair and I've never seen her manage anything more complex than a ponytail, so I guess maybe that was a little weird too. Then she dropped off at about 4 after having some little internal crisis. Overall, I'd say that even though she smells, looks and sounds like Bella, she isn't Bella." I concluded to the room of worried faces.

"See? I wasn't making it up, she's not my Bella. We need to go and get her." He stood to make for the door but Emmett jumped in front of him and barred his way. "Stand aside, Emmett. I'm going to fetch my mate." Emmett looked pissed at the haughty tone Edward was using and knocked his arm harshly away as Edward tried to push past him.

"Not tonight Eddie-boy. Whatever's wrong with her will either be gone by the morning or it won't you're not dragging her all the way up her when she said she didn't want to come, and definitely not in the middle of the damn night!" He roared at Edward, making the asshat back up a few steps.

"Language, Emmett." Esme chastised automatically.

"Sorry, Mom." Was his programmed response as he stared down Edward, daring him to try and get past him. Edward suddenly flinched and jumped back from Emmett who was grinning triumphantly. I guess he must have shown Edward something that made him panic, said idiot turned and shot me a filthy look, earning a growl that made him retreat again with his nose in the air. Pussy.

Huffing, Edward threw himself back into his chair and turned to his parents, already with a simpering expression.

"Father, you understand don't you? We need to find out what's wrong and help her as soon as possible." Carlisle sighed and looked between Emmett and him. Edward always played on our desires and flaws to manipulate us into his way of thinking. He was doing the same with Carlisle by specifically using "help".

" Edward, we will see her tomorrow, Jasper and Emmett can go pick her up, and if she does agree to come, you are to be on your best behaviour. Do I make myself clear?" Edward gaped at him trying to understand why he wasn't winning this. I could feel Carlisle's firm resolution that was battling with his undercurrent of fatherly concern. I sent him some pride along with a smile to let him know he was doing the right thing by letting her be for tonight. Edward saw Carlisle's change in demeanour and shot me another glare.

"Would ya quit glarin' at me like a brat? I did ya a favour tonight, and here ya are gettin' all pissy like its my fault? I ain't no punching bag, Eddie" When I was frustrated or emotionally invested in anything really, my old accent became more prominent but only when I couldn't help it and right now, this little shit was asking for a beating.

In response Edward stormed off with a childish huff. As he passed Alice he paused and looked at her in shock. He was stock still for a moment and then all of a sudden his eyes turned a coal black and he roared at Alice.

"YOU'RE WRONG! THAT'LL NEVER HAPPEN!" The sudden guttural yell made Esme and Rose flinch but every male stepped in front of his mate, myself included. I bore my teeth and lowered myself in a crouch, ready to tackle him if he made a jump for her. Edward seemed a bit taken aback by everyone's reactions and dashed upstairs at his top speed, the door slamming behind him so hard it created a crack along the wall.

I let out a sigh and turned to my wife.

"What was that about Alice?" Alice looked like she was about to cry and her emotions were a jumble of sadness, anger, and shock.

"Oh Jazz, I can't get a good vision of her, so many other people keep popping up in place and everytime I try to focus back to Bella the same thing happens! It's like she's everyone! I've seen you, Rose and Emmett, Carlisle too! It doesn't make any sense but I'm only getting one solid vision of her." She informed me bitterly as she clenched her fists on the sketch pad. There were so many faces, people I think I had seen in the street, kids from school, even a cat? I was so utterly bewildered.

"And what would that be Alice?" I prompted when she stayed silent. For a long moment she said nothing and stared resolutely at her hands. After a little confusion sent her way she finally gave in and looked me in the eyes.

"They aren't together anymore." I raised an eyebrow and bent down and took her hands, unclenching her fists in the process.

"What do you mean?" I could see the venom tears dying to spill though they never would as she sobbed out.

"Bella and Edward...she won't love him again." She finished in a whisper as she threw herself at my chest. I swallowed roughly and felt a twinge of pity for Edward, seeing that yourself in Alice's vision had to be hard. I could understand why he yelled even though it pissed me off.

"Do you still see her with us?" Esme tentatively asked, her voice shaking with emotion. Alice shook her head roughly against my chest whilst whimpering,

"I don't know, I don't know..." Esme clutched to Carlisle's arm and Emmett was holding his wife tightly against his chest, I could feel the sadness radiating off of everyone and it was really starting to bring me down.

I tried to push back everyone's silent pain and clapped my hands to get their attention.

"Right, let's not panic Bella has been able to mess with Alice's visions before and just because she won't love Edward, doesn't mean the same for us. We'll show her how much we want her here and she'll see for herself that we'll accept her no matter if she's dating a member of the family or not." The others perked up a little at that but I could feel Rose trying to bite back something, I looked at her and saw her furrowed brow and her bitch face was in full force.

"But if she can't remember us maybe its a blessing, this means that she can't betray our secret." Rose offered quietly much to the irritation of most of the room. I could see Rose's point and as someone that hadn't exactly bonded with Bella I couldn't fault her logic for thinking that way.

Sighing I sent out a wave of calm and put a hand on Rose's shoulder.

"She has a point, this could be a good way out if that's what Bella wants. She clearly doesn't know we're Vampires and that gives us a chance to choose ourselves whether she learns it this time. Though chances are she'll just figure it out herself again." I finished with a smile to Emmett who seemed slightly offended that I agreed with his wife. He nodded after a pause, this could be an opportunity to back away from her and keep her safe at the same time from people like the Volturi.

"If that's what she wants." He agreed in a sad voice. For his and mostly Esme's sake, I hoped that she wouldn't choose to leave our family but who knew what she'd do, certainly not Alice.

"Tomorrow will you and Emmett please go and pick up Bella? If she wants to come that'd be helpful but if not just do your best to reason with her, I don't want to take her to a hospital or force her to come here, but she can't be on her own with no memory, that's dangerous." Emmett and myself agreed easily and we arranged to drop round at 11, seeing as how she had a very late night.

Until then all of us would just have to keep ourselves busy, we tried to ignore Edward as best as we could but we could hear his angry scribbles as he wrote more music to 'vent'. I just rolled my eyes at him and joined Esme in the kitchen, anything to stop me looking at the clock.

Well, first chapter! Honestly, I'm not 100% with it but I've changed it up so many times now that it'll have to do, else I'd never post it.

So, we have a strange, foul-mouthed, grease monkey in Bella's body, the Cullens are already suspicious and Alice's visions are disjointed. Let the hijinks begin!

Chapter 2 is the start of the longest day in human history, and it'll end with a bang.

Please let me know what you thought, if you see any obvious mistakes and what you think will happen next. Thanks for reading!