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Deja Vu

Summary:
or Not on My Watch AU from chapter 3 of New Moon. Bella is taken to Florida with Renee. However, she is even more heart-broken without Jacob Black to cling to. She is sent to an asylum by a distraught Renee. Alice wasn't looking. She'd promised to leave Bella alone. But sometimes the visions come before you ask. She couldn't help it. She sees Bella being sent off and goes to convince Edward she really isn't better off without him. "Because I'm not going to let you do this to her! I know what it's like in there, Edward. Maybe I don't remember it, but... look. What more harm can you do?"


Notes:
I disclaim. Alice's POV.


30. Chapter 30

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And you see her smile. It is faint, and uncertain. But it is nonetheless distinctly a smile. “Edward…” she hesitates.

“Yes, my love?”

The last word makes her wince, but only a little. “Why did you change me, Edward?”

“Because… Alice said I should.”

She looks away.

Well, technically it was the truth. He’d done it on my request… but I still thought it wouldn’t have been a terrible idea for him to keep his fat mouth shut and say one of his typically adorable mushy romantic things so she’d swoon into his arms and all this trouble would be over…

“Is that all? Because your sister wanted you to?”

He gently touches her face, as softly as his hand can make contact, almost as though he treats her still as a breakable human, that one caress could kill her. “No. Bella, I changed you because… I love you. I always wanted to be with you forever. I just thought it wasn’t right, couldn’t be right.”

“Do you see now? How much it’s cost us both? How much we…”

“Need each other? Love each other?’

She closes her eyes. “Yes.”

“Does this mean you forgive me, love?” he asks, hopeful. Sort of. You can sense the same doubt in his words as once she had in hers, as she still does when she says,

“Prove it.”

He smiles. “Really? Do you really wish me to prove I love you, my dearest soul?”

“If you can.”

You see before she does. He leans in, takes her face in his hands and moves until their faces touch softly, once.

A perfect kiss…

I look away. I censor this sort of thing by habit, but a part of me recognizes just how good a thing this is. I know now what I have done.

They are together again.

I can see that in the moment before the kiss.

After a solid length of time, I look back…

And they break apart. Her hand is in his, her eyes are on his face, blood-red and full of a light you scarcely recognize. There is no tie between this girl and the one you first saw, or even the girl of a minute ago.

“Now do you see the truth, my love?”

“I’m sorry I doubted you, Edward.”

“I’m sorry I left you.”

“I forgive you.”

He kisses her forehead, softly. She suppresses a shudder. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

“When you left…”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you,” she repeats…

I smile. It’s time to return home. “Jazz?”

He’s at my side in a moment. “Yes?”

“Our family can be together again.”

There is a second of incomprehension, and then a wide grin splits his face…

There is a sense of time passing, as you sometimes have in these moments. You know it’s been a while.

Time means so little to you, though. After all, the troubles are over. You’ve gone through the hard parts.

And now you- and your whole family- are happy.

This vision is like a picture, almost a family portrait.

In one corner, the most perfect person on earths stands, her long, pale arms around the huge man. His dark curls frame his broad grin as he pulls his wife to his side.

You and your soulmate stand hand in hand. He is almost comically taller than you, but he belongs beside you, right here. You do not touch any more intimately than that, but you could swear you can feel his soul.

Your mother and father are looking happily down upon all of you, his arm around her waist, gently reassuring her that this is forever, that this beautiful family need never change.

And happiest and most surprising of all, a radiant brunette girl with eyes now sunk to topaz stands in the comforting arms of a bronze haired boy. You can see the ring on her finger, sparkling with rows of diamonds.

The expression on her face is pure happiness. His is somewhere between bliss and shock.

I smile a final time and take my Jasper’s hand as we head back, finished this detour in forever.