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Deja Vu

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?"

I disclaim. Alice's POV.

5. Chapter 5

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We reach the mental institution speedily. It is not so dark or dingy as the place where I was imprisoned, but it certainly doesn’t look like somewhere I want to leave my sister for the rest of her life, which is what the future is right now.

White has replaced the brown. Her hair now matches her skin. It is wrinkled and puckered. She is old. And it has been seventy years since she moved. Half-heartedly, an aide tries to coax her into eating. It is only a minute before he sticks the I.V. in. She hasn’t eaten in seventy years. Why start now?

This can’t happen to her. I am not going to allow the same to happen to both of us, not another of those places, not wilting forgotten in the darkness and the pain.

Jasper drops Edward, none too gently, on the ground. He winces, and I don’t think it’s because of the fall. “Is this where you think she is?” he whispers.

“I know.”
He doesn’t argue, just nods stiffly. One hand extends almost involuntarily toward the building. I sigh.

“Come on, Edward. Let’s get you reunited.”

“I shouldn’t. I can’t.”

“Right now, you don’t have any options, brother of mine. Now get that butt in there before I whip it.”

He walks in. It is slow, painfully. Painfully is my new favorite adverb to apply to him. Everything he does seems agonized. His steps land on the ground with a force that weeps as it strikes.

“I can’t do it.” He turns to face you. “I can’t.”

“You don’t have a choice. Get a move on.”

He sighs and continues walking. I follow, too close, behind him.

The door is open. I stride right through. A young man sits at the desk, playing solitaire. I grin winningly at him, ignoring Jasper’s jealous growl. My silly husband.

“Hello…” he stammers.

“Hi. I need to see Isabella Swan, please.”

“No visitors. She’s in the intensive unit. Sorry,” he says.

Edward moans. Intensive.

“I’m her sister. Our parents are divorced, and I didn’t grow up with her. But now we go to the same school, and we’re best friends.” Sort of a lie, but lying is a small sin, comparatively. You know, next to the murders and everything. “This is my idiot adopted brother, also known as the reason she’s here. He’s come to apologize. They’re in love, but he’s just too dumb to realize she loves him as much as he loves her. So, please let us in.”

“Can’t. Sorry.” Now he sounds scheming, like he’s holding out for something. I’ve dealt with too many humans to be taken in by this. Instead, I indicate Jasper.

“Oh, and this is my husband, Jasper.” Jazz steps forward, looking threatening. He’s sort of good at that.

“Pleasure to meet you,” the man grumbles. I smile winningly again. This time, I flash, instead of a grin, several hundred dollars.

“I really need to see her. She’s my best friend. Please?”

He takes the money. “All right.” He turns to the little microphone. “Visitors for Patient 3483. Yes, yes, I know she’s on lockdown. Special. Mm-hmm. No, it’s not a chick, what would give you that idea, Damien? What do you mean you know me? Well, they’re on their way.”

I smile and thank him.

Edward only manages a dread-filled whine.