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Heart and Soul

Edward is nearly broken when he loses a dear friend in an accident. When he meets Bella at Forks High, not only is his heart healed, but his soul as well. However, Bella has a secret that could make or break them. AU/AH Twilight meets Return to Me!

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. I once said ‘what’s the point of an AH Twilight story? Wouldn’t it be better to change the names and make it original?’ Then I read a few that were pretty good. Then, I was bitten by this rabid plot bunny…it had sharp, pointy teeth! So, if you’ve ever seen Return to Me, you may recognize certain key story lines :) Read on, and let me know what you think! Rest assured; this is Edward/Bella :)

3. Chapter 3

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“Edward? Can you hear me? If you can hear me, squeeze my hand.”

It was a familiar voice, one that he remembered from somewhere, but he was too comfortable. He’d think more about it later.


“Edward, you’ve got to come out of it. Tanya died a couple days ago; but they donated her heart and stuff, so a lot of people are going to be healthier now. She would like that. Her Dad said they’re staying in Seattle now. James Laurent was the driver of the other car, but he died too. His wife Victoria is saying that the accident was your fault. She’s always been a little off her rocker, but there weren’t any other witnesses. She was the one to cal 911. The snow covered all the tire tracks, and any skid marks there may have been on the ice melted with the rain.”

Emmett. That was Emmett,’ thought Edward.

“Esme is just torn up, so is Carlisle. You’ve gotta wake up and be the Momma’s boy you are and play your piano and drive Rosalie nuts with your prudish manners.”

Yes, it was definitely Emmett.’ Edward thought.

He looks so beat up. At least they took that nasty tube out of this throat this morning. It’s much easier to look at him now.’

Of course Rosalie would say that. Only she would be grateful that I didn’t need life-support anymore because it was easier for her to look at me,’ thought Edward.


“Please get better, Edward,” said Alice. ‘If you don’t hurry up and get better Esme is going to go insane.’

I have to wake up,’ Edward thought. ‘I’m causing too much grief for my family.’

Edward stirred and tried to open his eyes, but he couldn’t.

“He’s waking up! Hit the call button and have them page Carlisle,” Esme said while squeezing Edward’s free hand.

“Hold on Honey, we’re all here, don’t worry. We’re getting your father, and he’ll un-tape your eyes,” said Esme.

“Wh-Why are my eyes taped shut?” Edward asked in a low whisper. He groaned and said, “Can I have some water?”

“Edward, how are you doing?” asked Carlisle; he had come running through the door and nearly slid on the highly waxed floor. “Can I have a nurse bring us some ice chips?” Carlisle called over his shoulder.

“Dad?” called Edward. He was confused and disoriented. “Can we take the tape off?”

“Sure, here we go, this may sting a little…” said Carlisle. He started to gently peel the tape away from his son’s eyes. “Your eyes kept coming open; couple of the younger nurses thought you had woken up and were making goo-goo eyes at them,” Carlisle explained with a grin and a chuckle. Emmett snorted behind him. Edward grimaced.

“Here you go Dr. Cullen,” said a nurse. She was obviously hoping to stick around unnoticed, but Carlisle acknowledged the cup of ice she had set on the tray and dismissed her with, “Thank you, that’s all.”

The young nurse huffed and walked out of the room before she could be dismissed twice. Emmett snorted and said, “She was the one hoping for some goo-goo eyes wasn’t she!”

Carlisle pursed his lips and gave Emmett a look that said, ‘Hold your tongue!’ Emmett smiled unrepentantly, though he did quiet down and let Carlisle turn his full attention back to Edward.

“Really, we were making sure that your eyes didn’t get overly dry. We didn’t want you to wake up, only to tear your corneas when you blinked. Esme’s going to feed you some ice. Start slow…” Esme gave Edward some ice on a spoon. He took it eagerly, moving the piece of ice around his parched mouth.

“Why are you all talking at once?” Edward said, shifting the ice into his cheek and very gingerly opening his eyes as Carlisle removed the last piece of tape.

“What? I was the only one saying anything, Edward. Do you have any ringing in your ears?” Carlisle asked.

“No, I heard all of you… your voices, everyone at once,” Edward said, looking confusedly at the worried looks on all of their faces.

“I’m not going crazy, Rosalie,” Edward said hotly, turning his head towards her and glaring at her. Her eyes widened in shock.

“No one said you were, Honey,” Esme soothed.

“Yes, Rose did. I heard her very clearly say, ‘Holy crow he’s losing his marbles’ then Alice said ‘Poor thing, he’s probably had a concussion’ and I know I didn’t imagine it!” Edward said, frustrated.

Esme and Carlisle looked at each other in concern before looking back at Edward.

“Edward, no one said anything-“

“He’s right…” Rosalie interrupted, “I didn’t say that.”

“It’s ok, Edward, I’m sure that you’ll be fine,” Esme soothed, concern for Edward showing on her face.

“But I did think it,” Rosalie continued in a low voice, her eyes wide.

“So did I, I mean, I did think exactly what Edward thought he heard me say,” added Alice, her eyes were wide in shock as well. Esme and Carlisle shared an incredulous look.

“I am not ‘Carnac the Magnificent’ and I do not need a turban, Emmett,” Edward said, turning to glare at his brother as well.

“Holy crow! You can! You are reading our minds! You woke up from your coma with freaking ESP!” Emmett started jumping around and laughing exuberantly. Jasper was rooted to the spot, open mouthed. Edward put his hands over his ears, desperate to block out the noise, but nothing would block out the tumult of voices.

“Dad, the man in traction down the hall dropped his call button, and he really needs a bed pan,” Edward said, his eyebrows nearly touching in his discomfort. Carlisle stood there with his jaw slightly agape. He had certainly never heard of someone developing ESP as a side effect of a medically induced coma.

“Please, he’s really got to go, and if I have to hear him chant ‘Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee’ anymore, I may just go myself,” said Edward.

“Isn’t that what this is for?”asked Emmett as he hefted what was obviously Edward’s catheter bag from where it was hooked on the side of the bed.

“What?!” Emmett said at Edward’s mortified look, and Carlisle’s reprimanding one. “Isn’t it? I mean the guy’s been asleep for three days, it’s not like he can get up and ‘go wee’ by himself!”

Carlisle leaned over and pushed Edward’s call button and asked the nurse at the desk to check on the man in traction. Then he looked at Emmett with raised eyebrows.

“What?” Emmett asked, still confused as to why everyone was embarrassed.

“Emmett, could you possibly develop some tact for once; rather than wave that around?” Edward gestured one-handed at the bag that Emmett still held up at his shoulder while he covered his eyes with his other hand. ‘Everyone wees Eddie,’ Emmett thought with a wicked grin. Edward moved his hand and glared at Emmett.

“Ehem, should I come back at a better time?” the Forks Sherriff’s Deputy stood at the door, his eyebrows lifted nearly to his hairline as he watched Emmett jiggle the bag at Edward.

“No, Deputy, please come in; Emmett was just putting it down,” Carlisle said, looking meaningfully at Emmett. Emmett shrugged and replaced the bag on the side of the bed.

“I just wanted to let you know that Chief Swan is going out of town for a while, he’s visiting with his daughter down in Phoenix. So, I’ll be the one to take your statement, when you’re ready. I wasn’t actually expecting you to be awake when I came down here, so if you’re ready, I’m game.”

“Deputy, my son just woke up, and as his father, and his doctor, I must insist that you wait,” said Carlisle.

“Not, a problem, I’ll come back tomorrow.” His tone indicated that he would not be delayed any further than that.

“Dad? Why was he thinking of vehicular manslaughter? It wasn’t my fault!” Edward said in a trembling voice. Carlisle looked meaningfully around the room and everyone left except Esme. They all came and embraced Edward, whispering their goodbyes as they left.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that Edward. I’m not sure how or why, but you truly seem to be able to read other’s thoughts. Did this come on gradually? Do you think you were hearing us in your mind while you were unconscious?”

“Carlisle,” Esme said softly.

“Right. I’m just a little amazed by this whole situation,” Carlisle said. He looked at Edward’s incredulous look and thought, ‘Sorry, I’m sure you’re feeling overwhelmed.’

“Vehicular Manslaughter?” Edward reminded his parents.

“Victoria Laurent is making a fuss. She claims that you were speeding and that you caused the accident, but the paramedics disagreed, and she has no case,” Esme explained.

“I wasn’t speeding! I wasn’t even going the speed limit! They came around the curve and blinded me with their brights; then he lost control on the overpass, and crossed the line and hit us! The Mercedes skid, and then we rolled… Tanya! Where’s Tanya! She slipped out of her seatbelt, she was yelling my name, and then she speaking in Russian,” Edward paused, listening to the thoughts coming from his parents.

“Oh!” Edward sobbed, “She died?! SHE DIED!? Where’s Mr. Duchovny? He must hate me now, WHY DIDN’T SOMEBODY TELL ME?!” Edward was completely distraught. He was hyperventilating and pressing his palms over his ears, trying to keep the apologetic thoughts of his parents out of his head. Carlisle administered a mild sedative to Edward’s IV before he could damage his still healing surgical scar that ran the length of his abdomen.

“Edward, sleep now; we’ll make sure that the police know your side. Ms. Laurent has a bit of a reputation for being a litigation addict. I’m sure everything will be just fine, the deputy probably wasn’t even thinking manslaughter in relation to you, just the situation,” Carlisle assured him.

Edward could only nod and let his eyes drift closed, welcoming the blackness of sleep.


“Miss Swan? How are you feeling this morning?” Dr Wilcox asked.

“Still really sore, but otherwise, I feel better now than I ever have,” Bella said truthfully.

“That’s great. Your stats are great, your color’s great- I think if you feel up to it, we can send you home in a few days. I just want to be sure that you aren’t going to reject the new heart.”

“Really? I’m ready, I can’t wait to leave! I’ll sign the paperwork right now,” Bella said. Dr. Wilcox laughed, “Let’s leave the paperwork to your mother, alright? You need to rest now, and let your body heal. You’ll need to remember to take your meds, and take care of yourself and that heart; it was a priceless gift.”

“Thank you, I will,” Bella said, more subdued now. It was a priceless gift, one she could never repay. Someone had died, and she had profited from it. She couldn’t help but feel somewhat guilty for her happiness. She managed a weak grin when Dr. Wilcox smiled at her and patted her feet as he moved past the foot of the bed and out of the room.

“Bella, sweetie, you don’t need to feel guilty. It’s not like you killed someone on purpose. The person who died would have died whether you got their heart or not,” soothed Renee.

“Thanks Mom,” Bella said, choking up as she whispered the words. She wasn’t used to this insightful Renee. Where was flighty, flaky Renee? She was much easier for Bella to handle. At least she could use her sarcasm then.

“Did that help? I read a Dr. Phil article on guilt while you were in surgery. Did I get a passing grade?” asked Renee.

There she is,’ thought Bella. She was finally able to smile a genuine smile as she listened to Renee list all of the different aspects of the article and how Dr. Phil was so much better than the therapist that Renee had gone to during one of her ‘healing’ phases. That was just before her eastern medicine and tai chi phase.

“Oh, Bella! Phil’s contract in Phoenix is coming to an end next year. We’re not sure, where or even if Phil will get traded. They were talking about Colorado, and Florida. Florida! Wouldn’t that be wonderful? Sun, sand and ocean! You’d love it there! I’m not so sure about Colorado though, all that snow! I’m not sure I could handle that weather, I don’t want to be reminded of Forks!”

Bella just let Renee continue to talk while she drifted off to sleep, daring to dream the previously impractical dreams that she wouldn’t allow herself to dwell on before her new heart.


“Edward,” said Esme. He merely grunted and shifted slightly in response, curling into tighter ball. He had his back to his mother, lying on his side and staring out the lone window in his room. There was a light dusting of snow still visible on the tree tops just outside.

“Edward, you need to eat something, your father wants to see you up and walking this afternoon, so you can go home tomorrow,” he gave no response. “Tanya would not want you to do this to yourself. You were granted the gift of life, and now you have an extraordinary gift as well. Think of what any other teen-aged boy would give to know what the girls are thinking…”Esme trailed off, her attempt at humor had gotten no response.

“Come on, you are doing yourself a disservice by just laying there; you’ll turn into stone if you’re not careful,” Esme said, attempting humor again.

“She told me she loved me…that night…” Edward whispered, not moving at all. He didn’t say her name, but Esme knew that Edward was talking about Tanya. He didn’t want to say anymore, but he couldn’t stop himself. “She said she wanted to try getting together, and I told her I would think about it…” his voice was nearly inaudible, and tears were steadily streaming onto his pillow.

“Oh, Edward, I’m so sorry,” Esme said, moving to sit next to Edward on his bed and rubbing his shoulder. He shifted slightly to lean his back into his mother, accepting what comfort she could give, while still crying silent tears.