A/N Phew… here we go again.

I am SO sorry it took me forever to update, but most of you know of the One-Shot contest on www(dot)freedomfanfictionwriters(dot)com - It's a tad hard, running that contest along with everything else. But, I manage because I love keeping you all happy.

I have a special celebrity Beta thank you for Lindz. She Beta'd my mess of a chapter at the last minute. Thank you for dealing with my unorganized stuff, Sweetie. Love you Lindz!

Julie – Baby. How can I possibly get along without you? You are too awesome for your own good, babe. Love you and everything you do.

I have to thank all my ladies at FFFW – You stood behind me through a lot, I love you guys so much. You're the best family a girl could ask for.

Readers: Thank you so much for all of your kind words and military advice. It's probably pretty obvious that I'm not in any type of military service – not anymore at least. Lol. You all are the inspiration that keeps every writer going. I love you all.

Okay… Lord knows I talk WAY too much, so without further ado…

Chapter 2 - Bella's Pov

"Base to Foxtrot 22 Alpha Formation Alpha. This is Major General Aro Volturi. Do you copy? Over."

"Copy that. This is Major Bella Swan, reporting from the F22 A Formation Alpha, Sir. Over."

"Major Swan, your formation is cleared for landing. Make it prompt. Do you copy? Over."

Geez, Oscar the Grouch, wake up on the wrong side of the fucking garbage can this morning?

"Sir, yes Sir. Over and out."

Seriously, what's up his ass? I was told the Major General was excited to see me. Now I wonder what kind of "excited" he is, fuck.

"Newton, please try and do this properly. Just once, because I swear if you fuck this up, I'm cutting off what little balls you have left and I will shove them down your throat. Understood?" The fucker laughed at me. I'm glad he thought the topic of his manhood was a joke, one would need to be humored about "it", right? I wonder if he'll think it's so funny while he's actually being castrated.

"Ma'am, yes ma'am," he spit out through giggles. Was it okay for a guy to giggle like that? I think...NO. I always considered it to be a way for women to flirt.

Newton's flight pattern was getting a bit shaky. What the fuck is he doing?

"Newton, stay in formation!" His fighter was inching closer to mine. If the planes collided, there was no way in hell both of us would walk away.

"I'm just having fun, Major Tight Ass. You should try it sometime." He wasn't letting up. I lowered my craft, hoping to avoid a collision.

"Back in formation, Newton! The Major General is watching all of the landings today." God bless, Angela, if only Newton would listen to her… or anyone.

"Relax, Webber. I'm just giving him a bit of a show."

"We don't need a show, you asshole! We need a clean and proper landing," I screamed over the radio, not that it would help, but it did make me feel a bit better.

"Watch this, guys!" His craft was suddenly on top of mine, his plane's nose, to my crafts tail. He lowered substantially, until the two were touching.

"Fuck, Newton! Fall back!" I was highly well trained in getting out of sticky situations, - such as this one for example - only, by the time I was ready to try and get away, his aircraft hit mine.

The tail end of my vessel crunched. Beeping sounds, and warning signs blinked in front of my eyes. Alarms blared in my ears. The ground was closing in around me; there was no way to avoid it.

My life flashed before me. Renee, Charlie, Phil, Alice, Angela, pictures, ex boyfriends, friends, education, Phoenix, Forks… "Impact in 60 feet. Prepare for collision."

"I can see that you stupid fucking computer, I don't need you to state the fucking obvious!" FUCK! I'm going to die. I'm going to die. Damn.

"Impact in 40 feet. Prepare for collision." There really isn't much of a point in ejecting from the craft; I'm too close to the ground. Stay seated, tuck your head, and ask for forgiveness. Lord knows most of your sins shouldn't be forgivable.

I felt like my mask was choking me. I wanted to rip that shit off, but I knew it was probably the only thing giving me a chance at surviving

"Impact in 20 feet. Prepare for collision." I could hear the rest of my crew yelling in the background, telling me to pull up. Right, as if I hadn't tried that already.

"Impact in 5 seconds... 4… 3… 2…" Damn. "1." There was a loud thud, whiplash vibrated through me.

The craft landed on its belly, - dear God, thank you. The system was completely shut down, aside from a few blinking lights. I was sitting there in shock, holding my breath. I can't believe it… I survived the crash. My first act as a traumatized survival victim? Commit one of the worst sins, - though it was well worth going to hell for. Newton, was a dead motherfucker.

I sat there a few seconds longer, waiting for any sign of pain. Aside from a few sore spots, - that would definitely turn into bruises, - I felt fantastic. With the thought of murder fresh in my mind, I felt amazing.

Madder than a hyper Tinkerbell on steroids, - Alice, - I climbed out of the cock-pit, descending the ladder, lowering to the ground. I briefly considered kissing the concrete, but thought better of it. I wasn't the leader of an Alpha formation for no reason. Having a pussy doesn't actually mean I am one. I've got more balls then most of the asshats around here, including this 'Viper' guy I keep hearing so much about, AKA Major Edward Cullen. His superiors felt the need to give him a name - Viper was what they went with. Why? I have no fuckin' clue. I doubt he could fly faster than me. Yeah, my name will be branded on his ass by the time these fucking Training Missions are done and over with.

Taking deep, soothing breathes, - trying to anyway, - I removed my toque, and let my hair fall from its usual up-do.

I slammed my fists together, cracking my knuckles and rotated my head, stretching my neck.

Clearing my throat, I calmly spoke. "Newton! You son of a bitch!" Okay, not as calm as I should have been, but the fucker caused me to crash! I highly doubt you would just sit around and laugh about it.

Where the fuck is that pussy? Looking around, I was determined to find Newton and make him eat his own balls as his last meal.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a small flash, and turned to find him fleeing the scene. Fucker can run now, not forever.

Seeing all of the on-lookers caused me to blush a bit. I mean, I'm used to being stared at, but not for my mistakes.

One of the faces caught my attention; I locked my sight on him for a moment. He had the most beautiful features. Chiseled, muscular jaw, strong chin, and his lips… oh good Heavens, his lips. Plump, juicy, succulent, mmm. I had a hard time tearing my eyes away from the slightly parted goodness. I wanted to bite them, taste the saccharine softness. His nose was a bit crooked, but it suited his features well, it made him look fuckable, rugged, and manly. His eyes, - dear sweet baby Jesus and all that is holy, his eyes. They were the most spectacular shade of green, the type of green that needed its own name. As if all the green in Ireland was concentrated to make those eyes.

That beautiful colour was piercing through me, concern and humor written on his face - at least I chose to believe it was concern.

The fucker smirked at me, raising one of his perfectly sculpted eyebrows, and shook his head in a slight movement.

Figures, he seems like one of those assholes that think they know everything. Well I'm Bella fucking Swan, bitch, you don't know a damn thing I haven't already experienced.

I smirked right back at him, giving him my prized middle finger. I don't hold this beauty up to just anybody, but this guy is a special fucker. I'll be showing said fucker how shit gets done. Shock crossed his features, just before I walked away. Let the games begin, I'm in the lead bitches.

I wanted to make my way back to my barracks before Major General Asshole, called for me. Hopefully, I'd be able to call Alice before her shift started.

Alice, my best friend, grew up with me in Phoenix. Her family moved in a few doors down from me, when I was eight. I was skipping, - or playing hopscotch or some shit, - Tink asked if she could play with me. Before the full "yes" came out of my mouth she was flying towards me at mock 10 grasping me in a hug. She was probably the weirdest person I had ever met; she released me, bouncing on the balls of her feet, brightest smile on her face, big blue puppy dog eyes. I didn't know whether to laugh at her, or run away from the crazy person. To this day, I still haven't figured out if I made the right decision. I obviously said she could, or I wouldn't be wasting time telling you about her now.

The two of us were inseparable. She tended to spend a lot of time over at my house, with my mom and I. Al's parents never really paid attention to her, - not that they didn't love her or anything, - they just let her do whatever the fuck she wanted to do.

See, most of you are probably saying, "Oh my God, that would be so cool! Number 1, not cool what-so-ever. Number 2, any one of you say "Oh my God" again, I will slap the fuckin' shit outta you.

With Alice being the only child, she was lonely all the time, no one cared what she did or what kind of trouble she got into. Nothing. She wasn't the rebellious type either, so she didn't really try to gain her parents attention. She... just kept to herself, - until she met me of course. Al told me not long after we met, that she and I were destined to be friends, sisters even. That's exactly how I felt towards her. Being an only child myself, Al was the best "sister" I could ever dream of having. Even through her loneliness the happy bubbly personality that was Alice, could be contagious.

My mother, Renee, and my father, Charlie, were Forks High School sweethearts. Apparently, you couldn't get any cuter then those two. Just goes to show, cuteness means fuckall in a relationship. They married, had me, then my mom fled the scene with me in hand. She couldn't handle the small town anymore, she wanted city life. Bright lights, flashing signs, somewhere that had absolutely nothing to do with rain. Don't ask me why she moved to Phoenix. I suppose she didn't have to worry about the rain, - but hello… there were no bright lights, or flashing signs here. Hollywood would have been a better choice.

Alice had always been the hyper, out of control type. She had a serious shopping problem. Ever hear of that movie 'Confessions of a shopaholic?' Yeah, well… that movie was about her, she just hasn't received her royalties yet. I honestly used to hate that I was thought of as her personal Barbie doll. I hated being dressed and trimmed by her, but like everything else about Ali, it became contagious. I started enjoying the shopping trips, spas, massages and everything that went along with it. Eventually, it became impossible for me to be out in public, and not immaculately dressed. Our families weren't rich, but we all got by pretty well. With Ali and I worked at the local café, we were able to afford most of our own things. Of course, all of that money pretty much went to preening.

She and I were two of the most popular kids in school, along with a few other bitches that I have no use for now. Every guy wanted us, and every girl might as well have painted their fucking skin green. It was completely obvious that they were jealous. I didn't give a fuck really; I wasn't the overly-popular-preppy-type. I could still fuck a bitch up without having to pull their hair out.

For as long as I could remember, until I turned 11, Alice and I use to take weekend long visits to my Gran's house. I always had fun at her place; she told me stories about Pop, and his adventures. He was a fighter pilot in World War II. Though, I've never met him, he was still my hero. After my grandmother died, I ended up doing a lot more research, - the field work fascinated me. I was dying to check out one of those planes. My Pop flew a P-47 Thunderbolt, - nearly the fastest of its class, and with four 50 caliber machine guns it was definitely popular. He'd gotten so many awards, and honorable mentions, it was unreal. I honestly don't think I could have been more proud to be his granddaughter. I couldn't count how many times he led his troops to victory. Whether it be War Games, or real action, it was still amazing. I can only hope that he is just as proud of me.

Obviously, he was my inspiration for joining the Air Force. I wanted to follow in my Pop's footsteps, and learn so much more about him.

After High School, I ended up getting into Syracuse, taking Advanced Computer Science, of course.

Unfortunately, Alice and I didn't go to the same school, she stayed behind in Phoenix, attending a Community College. That didn't keep us from talking every single day though. I missed her like crazy, but she was family, I would see her every time I visited home. While I was in university, my mother met Phil; he seemed like a pretty cool guy. I had seen him for the first time over one of my Christmas breaks. There was no way in hell I was going to call him dad, like Renee wanted me too, but he made her happy. So, I could live with that.

At Syracuse, I was introduced to Angela; I quickly found out, that she was interested in the Air Force as well. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be a pilot, but she wanted to be there somehow. Angela and I were the same age, both at the top of our classes. Just before we graduated, the two of us joined AF, and were accepted with honors. Neither of us were really in the physical shape that was required, but that was soon taken care of with all those fucking drills we were forced to run.

The two of us got our Bachelor Degrees in Advanced Physics, two years after joining.

Soon after my first flight test - which I fuckin' aced by the way, I got the highest score of that year and received my nickname. Oddly enough, I was excited about this. I mean, I know most Airmen don't like their names, but I couldn't really see the downside to a nickname. It either proved how fucking awesome you are, or how much of a fuck up you turned out to be.

My superiors ended up calling me 'Foxx', and might I add, what a fucking hot name that is. They chose this because I was fast, and invisible. I was as smart and vicious as a Fox, I could handle that. I've never seen an ugly bitch named Foxx. That movie "Wanted," where Angelina Jolie played Foxx - proof right there.

They chose 'Silence' for Angela. She was quiet, and deadly. The silent ones are always the deadliest.

The ever popular Newton, - the fucker that's going to eat his own balls, - his name is Weasel. The asshat was good at weaseling out of situations. He hardly ever got in shit by the big guys, no matter how many times he fucked up. I wonder who's dick he's sucking? Hmmm... Or is he bending over?

XX

I was finally lying in my barracks. I had been waiting to do this all day. It's been a long and tiring one. Fuck, I still have to call Ali.

Slowly, and reluctantly rolling out of my bunk, I made my way to the closest station phone. I dialed her number, knowing it by heart, since I called it so fucking much. Is it bad that I call Alice before my own mother? Probably. But you see, the thing is… if I call her now, she will just bug me the whole fucking time, asking when I was going to visit. She really didn't understand military life, no matter how many times Phil and I tried to explain it to her.

I stood there listening to the phone ring, and ring… and ring. What the fuck!

After what seemed like several moments, she finally picked up.

"Bella, this better be you!" Who the fuck else would call her from an Air Force base?

"No Al, it's the fuckin' Candyman. Has your shift started yet?"

"No, not yet. Why the fuck are you calling me so late? Were you out being a little tramp again?" I just had to roll my eyes.

"Al, you know I don't flaunt my shit to local military. Waste of my fucking time. Last thing I need is some fucking stalker that knows where my bed is." She knew damn well I didn't fuck the 'in crowd.'

"Aww, Bella. What else is there? You're always working, and with all that fine ass right at work? Why not?" Damn Pixie.

"Whatever. I missed you, Tink. How is everything?"

"Good, Bells. Everything is fantastic right now. I'm at work, this guy keeps eyeing me and believe me, I wanna test his rollercoaster ride." She giggled at that. Alice worked at a Burlesque Bar named Pin-Ups. It was more of a club with cages if you ask me, maybe even a strip club, just with more clothes… occasionally. You couldn't pay for sex there, but some of the dancers made extra cash, if you know what I mean. Alice was never that type. Yeah, she's had one-night stands, but really… who hasn't? So for her to say that she wanted to ride a new "rollercoaster," meant that he was probably the hottest thing in the club.

"That nice, huh?" She giggled again.

"You have no idea Bella; you better get your ass over here soon." Ugh! Fuck, I really didn't want to go out tonight, but I did promise her weeks ago.

"Yeah, Ali. I'm just going to see if the Major General wants to speak with me, - which is fucking guaranteed. I crash landed today." There was a loud horrified gasp on the other end.

"What the hell, Bella! You took this long to tell me? Are you okay? What happened?"

"I'm fine, Ali. It wasn't that big of a deal, just Newton being a prick." Alice snorted. She knew most of the ridiculous schemes Weasel got himself into.

"The idiot that tried to jump me, last time I came to visit you?" Her tone sounded disgusted.

"The very same, babe."

"Eww. Okay, whatever. You're okay, yes? Then hurry the fuck up and get your sweet ass over here. I have a surprise for you." I groaned, she knew exactly how fucking much I hated surprises. "Suck it up, buttercup. You'll like this surprise. Okay, Bells, I gotta go. I need to introduce myself to my new favorite carnie." My eyes rolled, yet again.

"Ali, if he's not a local, he's in the Air Force. Well, good luck. Love you, Ali. See you soon."

"Love you, too. Hurry the fuck up!"

With that, we hung up the phone. Just as the receiver clicked, I heard someone call my name.

"Major Isabella Swan?" When will these assholes learn that my name is Bella. Fuck!

"Yeah!" I yelled, I probably should have looked up to see who it was, before giving attitude, but fuck that. I'm not in the fuckin' mood.

A short little girl approached me. She was pretty, but looked like a stuck up bitch.

"Ma'am, Airman Jane Volturi, Ma'am. Major General Volturi, would like a word with you, immediately," Jane responded in a snarky voice. See, I told you she was bitchy.

"Thank you, Airman." She nodded, and walked away.

Fuck, this was it. This was that talk that I really didn't want to have. No matter how bad a pilot fucks up, it's always the formation leader's fault. We were always supposed to have control of our crew.

Making my way to Aro's office, I caught the gorgeous guy from earlier staring at me. Before I could make a run for it, he stepped right in front of me, holding out his strong muscular hand.

"Hey, I'm Major Edward Cullen." Fuck, - those lips. Just looking at him, you could tell he was a manwhore. Though, I couldn't really blame him, I was trying my hardest not to jump him. I had my arm over my chest, trying to hide my slightly elevated breathing.

"Can I help you?" I admit, I was bitchier than necessary, but I needed this guy to stay the fuck away from me. Before everything got fucked up.

His brows furrowed a bit, casting a shadow over his sex filled eyes. "I was just wondering if I could get your name."

Fuck, I can't take this shit right now. I have an appointment to get my ass handed to me. I actually felt my skin warm up a bit; heat flashing to my core from wanting to fuck this guy so badly.

Wait, wait, wait. Hold the fuck up. Did he just say… Edward Cullen? As in… Viper Cullen? Fuck! As if my life couldn't get any worse, I wanted to rape the asshat that tries to show me up? Funny how life works, huh?

Right… time to leave now. "No." I tried to take a step around him, until he started talking again.

"Why?" Why what? Fuck, what was the question again? I would give anything to run my hands through that amazingly coloured copper hair right now…

I need to get rid of this guy. Fast!

"Because you don't need it. You are not my superior officer, and I am not working with you in any way. I highly doubt we will ever see each other again. So, no, I will not be giving you my name." And the bitchiness just keeps comin'.

"Why are you so opposed to it? I don't see it as a threat." Why am I opposed to it? Because, jackass, the more I get to know you, the harder it's going to be, not to fuck you. And since not fucking military dudes is one of my sacred rules, I'm royally screwed.

"I'm fairly sure I just explained my reasoning. Now, if you'll excuse me." I don't know why I was being so rude, I don't mean to be, - but my reflexes kicked into overdrive. Plus, this guy is really starting to annoy the piss out of me.

"You gave me a reason, yes. Though I didn't see it as an explanation, I saw it as more of a way to ignore me." Fuck! This idiot won't shut the fuck up!

"Wow, you're smarter than the sex hair makes you look. You're right though, I am trying to ignore you." I tried walking away again. I got a little further this time. Wait, did I just say that out-loud?! Fuck...

"Hey! Wait!" He grabbed my arm and turned me in an about-face. "Are you telling me, there is no chance at all in getting to know you?" His succulent lips stretched across his pearly white teeth on one side. My knees started to quiver slightly. A flaming burn appeared in my thighs, working its way north, rapidly.

"I didn't actually tell you anything, I did imply it though. I don't deal with… your type." Is he seriously not hearing me? The fucker didn't understand the concept of what 'no' meant, obviously.

"Way to be stereotypical. What type am I exactly?" Did I seriously have to fuckin' explain it to him. It was dripping from his God damned pores for Christ's sake.

"You seem like a manwhore. It's plain as day, actually. Now, seriously. I have a meeting to attend. Bye."

Despite wanting to get away from this potential stalker, I really was going to be late for a meeting. This is really the last thing I needed right now.

"You're not even willing to give me a chance? You're just going to be a sexist bitch?" A… what? I know this little bitch didn't just call me sexist. Just because I work in a mainly male populated base, doesn't fucking mean I'm sexist. Just because I know for a mother fucking fact, that I'm better then all of these asshats, doesn't fucking mean I'm sexist. Asshole

"Excuse me? A sexist bitch? Who the FUCK do you think you're talking too. Just because I refuse to speak to you, doesn't make me a sexist bitch, it makes me smart." Shove that shit up your ass, bitch.

I wouldn't let him stop me this time; I was in enough trouble as it is. I took a peek behind me. He was standing in the exact same place, mouth agape. At least he wasn't following me.

Making my way to Aro's office, I couldn't help but think about Edward. I told him that we would probably never see each other again, - which was a complete and total fucking lie. I was 99.9% sure that our formations would be working closely together. These guys had a thing for competition and it wasn't common for a female's formation to win when it came to war games. Only because our numbers were small.

Walking through one of the station buildings, I glided down the corridor, looking for the door marked "Major General Volturi." Airman Fuckface was more like it.

"Foxx, I haven't seen you in almost a year! How are you doing, babe?" Ew, Paul. This fucker annoyed me to no end. He never took "no" for an answer and his fingers were a little too adventurous. He was a year older than me, though he didn't deserve his Major title, if you ask me. He's another one with way too much attitude for his own good.

"Mindtrip! Hey, yeah it's been a while. Listen, I actually have a meeting to get too. We'll talk later, okay?" Why am I being nice to him? Well, with his attitude, comes extreme rage. Don't get me wrong, I can fight, - I'm a tough bitch. I know how to kill someone if it came down to it. But the only way to stop Paul is to literally kill him. I didn't like him, but I didn't hate him that much.

"No problem, Foxx. I gotta run too. I'll see you at Pin-Ups later though, right?" Fuck! Did everyone know about this place? I was suddenly scared shitless of Alice's surprise.

"Yeah, I'll definitely be there. I just have a few things to take care of first."

"Yeah, yeah. Sure. Save me a dance, babe." That's real fuckin' likely.

I was right outside of Aro's door. I took in a shuddering breath. I was actually nervous. Me. Bella fucking Swan. Shit.

I stepped into Aro's reception area and a cold shiver ran through me. This place is fuckin' creepy, I feel like a bat is about to fly out from the closet or some shit.

The receptionist looked at me, one of her eyes squinted. She obviously doesn't know who the fuck I am. She sure as shit doesn't understand that you really shouldn't give that look to anyone in the Air Force.

Hmm, the term "bitch fight" comes to mind.

"Can I help you?" she rolled her eyes a bit. Ignoring that.

"Major General Volturi wanted to meet with me." I flipped my hair over my shoulder and eyed my nails. This bitch was of no fucking interest to me.

She let out a loud sigh. I raised an eyebrow. I know this bitch doesn't think she can take me. "Name?" She asked in a really annoying pitchy voice.

"Major Bella Swan." She clicked a few buttons on her computer, with her not-so-well manicured fingers.

"Of course, Isabella. Just have a seat." Isabella? You're kidding me, right?

"That's Major Swan to you," she looked up from her computer screen, her features seeming a bit taken aback. Must be hard for her to understand simple words.

"Well, Isabella," she replied with an eye roll, "since I don't actually work for you, I may address you as I see fit." Oh, shit. Here we go.

"Well," I eyed the name plate on her desk, "Gianna, is it? You obviously don't understand the proper protocol. I'll explain it to you. In the Air Force, you respect any and all superiors, - and since you don't seem to have the mental competency to be a measly Airman, that makes me your superior. So, again… you may address me as Major Swan. Any other questions?" She just had a smirk plastered on her face. If she didn't apply ten pounds of make-up every morning, she wouldn't be nearly as pretty.

"Actually, I do have a question," of course she does. She's simple minded. Her eyes dropped to my chest plate, staring at my name, "Isabella, is it? Well… Isabella..." she let the name hang in the air," in my office, you are not superior to me; I work for your ranking officer, so technically I'm your superior. Can your simple brain understand my words or do I need to repeat myself?"

Crickets…

Did she…? Did I…? Oh hell fucking no!

"That's it…"

"Major Swan?" I was just about to jump over the desk and pound the holy fuck out of this bitch, but it seemed Aro was behind me, calling me. I wonder how long he's been there.

"Major General Volturi. So nice to see you, Sir. I was just explaining protocol to the help." I flicked my hand in a disgusted manor, as if I were a spoiled little rich girl.

"Oh, I heard Major Swan. Have a seat in my office please." I gave the bitch one last dirty look and walked through Aro's door. I heard a low mumble. Aro was speaking to Gianna. Good, hope she was getting bitched at.

He stepped in a few moments later, standing directly behind me. I went to stand up and address him, but he placed his hand on my shoulder, stopping me.

"Miss Swan, Gianna may be "the help," but I expect you to treat her with as much respect as you show me." Fuck that!

"With all due respect, Sir, I haven't spent years in University, proven my superiority to everyone else and put up with shit from every ranking male officer, just to be disrespected by a secretary. I simply asked her to call me Major Swan, instead of Isabella. I hardly see that as being disrespectful, Sir." He smiled at me, his hand still on my shoulder; it was really starting to freak me out.

"Of course, Major Swan, that's understandable. Nonetheless, next time you feel like tackling her. Don't." No promises.

"Yes Sir." He finally let go of my shoulder, patting it.

"Now, I believe we have other important business to attend to." Shit. Let's just go back to talking about the bitch.

"Miss Swan. You crash landed an F22 Raptor today, am I correct?" He was looking through a folder on his desk. He brought his eyes to my level, when I didn't answer right away.

"Yes Sir." He shook his head a bit. Well fuck him, he didn't have to deal with Weasel on a daily fucking bases.

"Explain yourself, please." Inner heavy sigh. He was the fucking Major General. Shouldn't he already fucking know? He pulled a chair out to sit in front me of.

"Well, Sir. My formation was moving well, until Major Newton decided he wanted to give you a show. I tried to get him under control, as did Major Webber, Sir, but he refused to listen. I've always had trouble with him. He hit the nose of his air craft, with the tail of mine. My craft landed on its belly, there really wasn't that much damage. Parts of the tail will have to be replaced. Other than that, there isn't much to tell." The nervousness was creeping over me again. I think it is just this office; something about it doesn't sit well with me.

He looked at me with interest, his eyes boring into mine. Aro watched me, as if I belonged to him. He placed his hand on my leg, possessively.

"Don't worry Miss Swan, this will all be taken care of," move your fucking hand before I break every one of your wrinkly fingers, "I will have a talk with Major Newton, but please remember in the future, you must try to control your team. Otherwise, one of our own could get seriously injured." He had a sparkle in his eyes. He still hasn't removed his fucking hand. What is up with him and touching me? Aro's fingers inched up my thigh a bit. I stood immediately, stepping around my chair.

"Will that be all, Sir?" I didn't like being on my own in here. Someone was going to get hurt alright; I'll rip off his fucking balls if he ever thinks about touching me again.

"Of course, Miss Swan. I'll see you in the morning for orientation. You may leave," he stood and swept his hand over my shoulder, I took a step back.

"Thank you, Sir." I walked out of his office, shutting the door. Fuck, that was uncomfortable.

Gianna wasn't at her desk when I approached it. I took all of the files that were on her table and threw them on the floor. I didn't give a fuck if she knew it was me. The bitch was lucky her disgustingly pretty face was still intact.

The second I stepped out of the reception area, a ray of warmth heated my body. Which was really fucking weird, because I didn't actually feel cold, - I just felt… dark, empty.

XX

Walking back to my barracks, I noticed how the outdoor base seemed pretty deserted. Although it was pretty close to 2100 hours, people were probably bunking down for the night. It really had been a long day and not just for me.

My bed was calling my name, all I wanted to do was hide under the covers til' morning. I was way too damn tired to do anything tonight.

Stupid Alice, why did she have to be fucking family?

I was unable to leave the base and not be dressed flawlessly. Especially when I was going to see Alice. Although, I still wanted to be comfortable.

Looking through my duffel bag, - trying to find something sexy, yet comfy, - I came across one of my favorite skirts. It was just a simple black jean mini skirt, but nothing on this planet made my ass and hips look this phenomenal. Didn't take me long at all to decide that this is what I was going to be wearing tonight. Of course, there was only a certain amount of clothes you were allowed to bring. I mean you were in uniform 90% of the time. That extra 10% includes sleeping and outings. So basically, - in a situation like this, - you bring a limited amount of shoes that match every outfit you have packed.

I pulled out a few of my nicer shirts, realizing that I really didn't want to wear any fucking one of them. I threw on a brown low cut tank instead. All that with my already gorgeous wavy hair, eyeliner and my bright red fuck me pumps. And… Bam! The Swan reappears.

After adding the final touches to my make-up and fluffing up my hair a bit, I was on my way out of the barracks. I called for a cab and it showed up a few minutes later.

XX

Arriving at Pin-Ups, I looked around and noticed the definite upgrade. I guess they've been making good money, which doesn't surprise me in the least. I mean, come on… Alice works here.

The inside of the bar's counter was made of frosted glass and every inch of it glowed. Every corner of the club was occupied by a cage, the occupants dressed in burlesques finest. They were all wearing various colours of corsets and mini frilly skirts, stockings up to mid-thigh. I swear it was every guy's fantasy in here.

I noticed Alice at the back of the club, sitting in a booth with about six other guys. Well, no one can say she doesn't work hard for her money. Her hand was wrapped around a really sexy blond guy. He had a lazy smile on his face, but the look in his eyes as he stared at Alice, was something different. You usually only see such a look when you've met a couple that's madly in love and have celebrated fifty odd years of marriage. This must have been the guy she told me about on the phone.

I walked up to the table, eyeing Alice the entire time. She has yet to notice me. She hasn't even taken her sight off of the guy. Hmm, seems as though Ali has found a new playmate.

When I approached the booth, I placed my palms flat on the surface, bending over a bit. The other five guys were staring hard, licking their lips like drooling dogs. I had no interest in them.

I cleared my throat, "Pixie, I think you should introduce me to your new friend." Her name in this bar was Pixie Peaks, Pixie for short. Ali was the fairy burlesque.

Alice gasped, "Marie, it's about time you got here!" she hopped over the table, giving all the boys a nice shot of her, - now, - not-so-Victoria's Secrets. She understood that I hated people knowing my real name, so ever since I could remember, she called me Marie in front of strangers. It was my middle name, so it wasn't technically a lie.

She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. Another tradition, this is the only way she would greet me. She just refused to be normal.

"Missed you too, Pixie. Introduce me to your boy toy," she let go of her strangling grip and took my hand.

We both turned to the table, "Jazz, this is my best friend, Marie. Marie, this is Jasper. He's in the Air Force." See, another lie, she wouldn't tell them where I worked, because it was none of their fucking business.

Jasper held out a very masculine hand, the muscles flexing with each passing move. I grasped his hand with mine, continuing the gesture. "Nice to meet you, lil' darlin'," his head tilted forward a bit, in a silent bow. Oh dear God. Did anyone else hear that Southern drawl? I mean, he may be over doing the accent a bit… but did you hear it? Ugh!

"I knew I'd get your name," the voice caused me to shiver. Every inch of my skin felt alive. I looked around the booth, wondering who the voice belonged to. My eyes stopped at the insanely sexy bronze hair. Fuck. I swallowed hard. This was going to be a long night. My job cover was blown before it even fuckin' began.

"Viper. Ah, hi. Was not knowing my name driving you crazy?" Well, fucker. You'll be waiting a long time. He just smirked at me. My knees started to wobble again.

"Wait, Viper? Do you know Marie, Edward?" I didn't even know this Jasper guy yet and he was pissing me off already.

"Well, Jazz. We actually just met today. This would be the young lady who crash landed." Fucking great. One mistake in my entire fucking career here and that's the only thing I'm known for.

"I thought the girl's name was Isa… -" one of the other fuckers started speaking, but I interrupted him.

"- Well you heard wrong. Just me, little ol' Marie."

Alice climbed back over the table. I guess her shift hasn't really started yet. All the fuckers looked up her skirt. Perverted fucks.

"Pixie, I'm getting a drink, you want anything?" She got that blank stare on her face. The one that told me she was thinking too hard and that smoke was about to come out of her ears. To everyone else, it probably looked like she was seeing something that was beyond her reach. Something that could have been miles away from here.

"Sure, babe. Just get my usual." She winked at me, then stared at Edward, then back to me. I could see all of the questions in her eyes.

I just shook my head and said, "one long island iced tea, coming right up."

I turned to leave, when Edward grabbed my hand.

"Marie, I don't believe you asked me what I wanted to drink." You're fucking with me, right?

I snatched my hand back from his grasp.

"I'm sorry, Viper. What did you want?" He smiled at me and I think my brain melted a little bit.

"Just a beer please. Surprise me." I think my panties were trying to rip themselves off. Fucking traitor panties.

I pointed behind me, "well, that long white glowing thing behind me is actually called a bar. Just tell the bartender what you want. With a pretty face like yours, I'm sure you won't have to wait long." Fucking word vomit, why do I keep complimenting this guy?

He brought his luscious bottom lip inside his mouth, biting on the extremely tempting skin. His hand ran through his hair. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Gotta go. I don't know how much more I could take; my body was aching all over.

I turned around and walked away, I needed to get a hold of myself. A few tequila shots should do the trick.

I felt a hand snake around my waist as I continued my steps. "You know, you don't look like a 'Marie'," he so ingeniously observed. I didn't have to hear his voice; I didn't even have to look at him. My body instinctively knew when he was near. Every one of my nerves tingled and my blood rose to the surface, leaving my brain practically drained. What the hell is wrong with me? I barely just met the guy.

I grabbed his hand, loosening the grip he had on me. "Do you mind? I don't like being touched." Touch me, touch me, touch me. Fuck.

"Of course. I apologize, Marie. My hands just have a mind of their own," he winked at me. The glow from the bar illuminating his already gorgeous green eyes. This was just fucking ridiculous. There can only be a certain amount of sexiness allowed per person. This shit is illegal damn-it! Mmm, I like men who break the rules. Fuck. Shut the fuck up. Concentrate.

"Nahuel," I screamed over the music. He was the bar keep, I've met him a few times. He was a really nice, really sexy exotic Amazonian. "I got an order for you."

"Bell…-" my eyes widened, he knew better than to use my fucking name, "next time Marie, use the bell." Sexy and good with improv. Gotta love em'. "What can I get you, sweetie?"

"Gimmie… five shots of tequila, two long island iced teas…" I turned toward Edward, eyeing him up and down… "and the pussiest beer you have." See, I can be nice.

"Anything for you, sweets. One Corona Lime coming up."

He placed the open beer on the bar, I passed it to Edward. He wrapped his hand around mine, not paying attention to the bottle at all. The tingles started again. I really wish he would stop touching me. I don't think my nerves can take much more.

"Thank you, Marie, but you didn't have to get shots for the rest of the guys." Wow, he really didn't know me at all. Well, thank God for that.

I shrugged. "I didn't," he was about to say something, when Nahuel slammed down five shot glasses. He filled them up with the sweet, sweet tequila. This was what my body craved… not the fucker beside me… Uh huh, keep telling yourself that.

He rimmed one glass at a time. I took the first one and downed that shit before I could taste it. I swallowed the second one in the same breath.

"Marie, that's not the best idea. Don't you at least want salt and limes, or anything?" Snort.

"Fuck that. That shits for pussies who can't handle the smoothness of tequila, or for people who like taking body shots. And, since there isn't a suitable fucking person present, other than Pixie, I'm gonna down my shit straight.

I gulped down the next two, while watching the expression on Edward's face. His brow was raised looking smug. Tsk, tsk motherfucker. It looks like he's thinking about taking advantage of the drunken girl. Well, he's got another thing coming.

I choked down the last shot and called Nahuel back over for refills. Probably not the wisest idea, taking all these shots at once, but I could tell this was one of those nights where I needed to be numb.

Edward was still standing beside me. I was actually getting a bit uncomfortable under his gaze.

"Marie, I think maybe, you should slow down a bit. We don't need you to crash again tomorrow because of a hangover." Asshole.

Behind the sarcastic smile, I could see the worry. Fuck that. I don't need his fucking sympathy.

"Ha ha, fuck you. I'll have you know, a member of the crew smashed into me. Purposely. I was too close to the ground to eject and I couldn't pull up either. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some drinking to do." Why am I explaining myself to him? Why am I even near him? Why am I fucking talking to myself about him? I need help.

I swallowed three more shots without even thinking about it. My stomach was starting to rebel, I haven't eaten anything in well over 12 hours. My head was spinning. Eight shots of tequila in less than five minutes, yeah… that was fucking smart. Since I was standing up, it took no time at all for everything to rush to head. My face was heated.

Edward was eyeing me with a scowl on his face. I had no idea why, I've had yet to truly insult him.

I felt strong arms wrap around my waist, a soft kiss pressed into my neck. What. The Fuck. Was That?

The stranger licked my ear, the scent of alcohol hitting me like a wrecking ball. Fuck, that's disgusting. Wait, maybe it's from me…

"Foxx, I believe you owe me a dance, babe," he whispered in my ear.

Eww, Paul…

I turned around in his arms. "Mindtrip, hey. Sure, let's dance." I really could use a distraction.

Edward gave me a disgusted look, than smirked.

"Would you like to introduce me to your boyfriend, Marie?" Fuck, fuck, fuck! See I told you I had to be fucking numb. Why the fuck does he have to call me Marie all the time?

Oh right… but in front of Paul? Fuck!

I learned into Paul, resting my arms around his shoulders. I stepped on my tippy toes, whispering to him, "just go with it," he had a confused look on his face, but shrugged.

I pointed to Edward, "Viper, this is Mindtrip. Mindtrip, Viper. And, he's not my boyfriend." Paul frowned a bit, but held out his hand in a friendly gesture.

I unhooked my hands, wrapping one around Paul's arm. "Let's go, Sweetcheeks," I stumbled into him a bit, but he caught me. He circled both of his arms around me and guided us to the dance floor.

I spied Ali staring at me, her features looking disappointed. What else is new, she's always mad at me for something.

"Are you okay, Foxx? We don't have to dance; we can just sit and talk if you want. You don't look up to doin' much." Oh shut the fuck up and take what you can get.

"Stop being such a pussy, Mindtrip, I'm fine. Terrific actually. Let's move a little somthin'"

I just remembered that I still had two shots at the bar, but when I turned to look for them, I noticed Edward had just downed the last of the two. He was signaling for more. His face went back to the scowl; his fists were clenched so tight, they ended up looking sheet white. What the fuck was his problem?

A new song started. Cascada – Evacuate the dance floor. When the fuck did this turn into a techno club? Alice's music choice, I had no doubt.

My hips swayed on their own, keeping pace with the thumping beat. Paul pulled my waist to his roughly, I fell back into him. My ass hitting his… Hello!

He groaned loudly in my ear, securing his arms around me, trapping my body.

"You have no idea what you do to me, Foxx. I'd give anything to fuck you right here on the floor." Such a romantic. I rolled my eyes. Disgusting fuck.

Oh, oh, evacuate the dance floor
Oh, oh, I'm infected by the sound
Oh, oh, stop, this beat is killing me a
Hey Mister DJ let the music take me underground

This Cascada bitch was psychic or some shit. I needed to get the fuck off the dance floor.

Before I could tell him exactly how much I would like to pound him, I was being whisked away. Paul's face was disappointed. Good. Dirty motherfucker.

I turned to see which guy was pulling me away this time, I knew it wasn't Edward. My body wasn't on High Alert.

The tiny person startled me, I wasn't expecting it. "Alice, what the fuck? Not that I'm not grateful… but what do you want?"

She just continued tugging me along. "It's time for your surprise, silly. Besides, that guy you were with doesn't sit right with me. I have a bad feeling about him."

"Whatever you say, Peaks." I wasn't going to argue. Paul was a good guy when he wanted to be, I just didn't want to deal with his shit right now. Plus, my brain was too fogged to actually concentrate on anything, except…

I whipped my head around. Edward was still standing at the bar, the irritated expression never leaving his face. I wanted to smooth the disgruntled look from his face. There was a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach… and it wasn't caused by the alcohol, - I'm pretty sure…

Edward fucking Cullen. He was going to ruin everything for me, I could just feel it.

Welcome to Colorado Springs bitches. I am so fucked…

A/N So…. What did'ya think? Sorry it ended there, I was expecting to get into some good tasty lemony stuff. But, this chapter is 19 pages, and I didn't want to give away everything up front. So… it's pretty obvious that you will be getting a sample of lemon for chapter three.

Leave us some love guys – we crave for it. It's seriously like the whole heroin addict situation Bella and Edward had going.