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A Better Place, A Better Time

Summary:
It’s impossible, this can’t be… 1917. Even time, itself, can’t keep them apart. If this is a dream… I don’t ever want to wake up. Bella finds herself nearly 100 years in the past. Coincidentally in the city of Chicago. (Takes place during New Moon when Edward has left, AU.) Time traveling should be illegal. *COMPLETE* Sequel "All This Time" is posted on my profile.


Notes:
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in the story. Warnings: None yet. This takes place during New Moon, when Edward is M.I.A. It does not take the rest of the series into account. Enjoy. *Complete as of 4-25-2008!


9. 9. More Promises

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9. More Promises

It seemed strange to have him so near and not able to really reach out and touch him like I normally would. He sat just across the table from my glass of juice. I couldn’t find room in my appetite to eat any real food. He sat with a plate in front of him, a small pile of lettuce with a half sandwich.

The bistro was buzzing with afternoon traffic, most enjoyed a soda from the fountain and escaped the warm spring afternoon. The canopy loomed over us, shading us from the burning afternoon sun. A soft spring breeze brushed past us in a hurry to lake shore. I watched the water reflect the sun’s light off its broken surface and splash beams around the patio.

He chewed politely and made short of his glances. He picked up his stemmed glass of water and took a sip. Holding it short of touching the table, his eyes misted over as he set his glance on the condensation building on the glass.

“Looks like rain,” he whispered, keeping his eyes down. I looked up into the bright blue sky and couldn’t find a single angry cloud that spelt out impending doom. I shook my head, finally frustrated beyond my boiling point. He drags me out to this little café, avoids talking to me, doesn’t even glance in my direction… and now he’s making crazy predictions about the weather.

“I’d appreciate it, if you’d take me home now,” I said sternly without a single quiver. He set his glass back down and used the fabric napkin to wipe his lips.

He nodded, “Alright.” He turned and flipped his hand into the air, signaling for his check.

“Edward? Is that… Well, of course it is!” The woman’s voice was far too sing-songy for my taste. I immediately rolled my eyes as she strolled up to us, her heels clicking against the pavement. Her long curly blonde hair dripped over her shoulder like waterfalls of gold. She had bright green eyes and a soft tan to her skin.


Edward got to his feet quickly pulling the young woman into a friendly embrace. “Matilda.” My face flushed red and my temper was nearly out of hand. I tapped my foot impatiently as she continued in her bird voice.

She turned to me. “Hi, Eddy and I attend the same country club.”

EDDY?! I wanted to claw her throat out for calling my Edward, Eddy. But instead, I smiled sweetly and nodded.

“Oh, this is Bella,” Edward informed Matilda. “A friend of mine.”

I scowled as she turned her back to me. “I prefer Isabella.” I tossed my hair back over my shoulder in a playful way as she turned back and smiled.

“Oh, Eddy. It’s been months since I saw you at the club.” She pressed her hand to his shoulder playfully and thickened her ditzy accent just for him. “My mother was just asking me about you and whether or not that dinner invitation was still available.”

I saw him catch his breath in his throat, nearly turning blue and choking on his past involvement with this… bird-girl. I bet she’d eat a cracker and be full. I smiled sweetly as she glanced back at me, a “shove it up your ass” smile plastered across her smug face.

“I would love to have dinner, but at the moment, my schedule is rather hectic.” I saw the smug look on her face melt away as he said these words. It took her a moment to put her ego back together, but when she did, she brushed her hand against his cheek.

“Let me know when you clear your schedule.” She glanced at me again, and snarled lightly with her right nostril. She turned on her heels and left the way she came.

I didn’t say a word; I set a scowl on my face and left it there as he brought us back. He stopped short of his building and pulled into an alleyway I was all too familiar with. “What the hell is this about?!” I let my anger spill over into my voice.

“Pardon? Did you say something to me?” His sarcasm was the last thing I needed. I folded my arms across my chest tightly.

“Take me home.”

“Why don’t you tell me where home is, first.” I felt anger in his voice for the first time in this dream. I turned my head toward the other side of the car. “And what do you have to hold a grudge against me for talking to another woman? You and I are not courting.”

My breath stopped short of a full snort. I realized he was right. I didn’t have the right to be angry with him. He wasn’t my Edward. I wiped my scowl off my face. “Just take me home.”

“No,” he said firmly. He grabbed my arm gently, pulling my face to his. “Not until you tell me where home really is.” He was far too mature for his young age of 15.

I took a glance away from his piercing eyes to gather my thoughts. I didn’t gather them thoroughly. “Washington.”

“Where in Washington?”

“The Forks.”

He nodded. “My father’s parents are from there.” He brought my face back to his. “They live in a country house outside the city.”

“A big white house?” I gasped,

He nodded. “You know of it? Big beautiful picture windows. Actually one side of the house is-”

“Made completely of glass.”

His face clouded with interest. “Yes. My grandmother has the greenest thumb on the west coast.”

“Please take me back… to your home.” I swallowed hard and avoided his eyes, even with his thumb and finger holding my face towards his. I felt him bring his lips into mine. The warmth of our flesh confused me even further. My eyes dipped shut and his hand wrapped around my neck.

As he lifted his lips, he pressed his forehead to mine and rolled his head forward, breaking our lips contact. I felt his head nod. “Of course,” he said breathlessly.

I lay awake for too long that night. His grandparent’s home… How had I missed that? It seemed such a modern house, with a Victorian exterior… I just never guessed. I closed my eyes and pressed my index fingers to my temples. The door creaked open quietly. The bed compressed beside me.

“Bella?”

“Yes?” Edward wrapped his arms around my shoulders in a tired embrace. I interlaced my arms with his and clasped my fingers behind his back.

Resting with his chin against my forehead, he continued, “You’ve told me half the truth…” he stopped for a moment and kissed my forehead gently, “Will you tell me the rest?”

I shook my head and pressed my face into his bare chest. The warmth of his body stunningly in accord with my own. Our bodies intermingled like they were made for each other. “I can’t.”

He was silent for a moment, as if thinking. “Why not? Don’t you trust me?”

“It’s not that.” I paused. My mind raced for an answer that would sooth his curiosity for the time being. I had other phrases that ran through my mind, but only one sounded right. “It’s just not the right time.”

“When will it be the right time?” He quickly continued before I could answer. “Will there ever be a right time?”

I nodded, leaving a light kiss on his chest. “There will be. I promise.”