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300 Seconds

300 Seconds by Awsomealice94
Sequel to ‘Five Minutes’
In 1935, Emmett McCarty found Rosalie and left the human life he forgot behind.
In 1947, a person, that was very much a part of his human life, has tried to move on.
Their lives were separated for twelve years-but one night may change everything.
After all,
It’s amazing how in just five minutes-300 Seconds-your life can change.

Disclaimer- I'm not Stephenie Meyer, so obviously i own none of the Cullen Characters used in this story

1. 300 Seconds

Rating 5/5   Word Count 4448   Review this Chapter

Carol wished she could truthfully say that she hadn’t thought of him for years.

But, that simply wasn’t the case. She had thought of him almost on a daily basis.

She had cleaned out everything-all of the pictures of him and her, all of the presents he had given her including her engagement ring, and all of the letters they had written each other. Those items would always belong to happier, fairytale ending times.

They both didn’t get a fairytale ending. The prince and princess are supposed to ride on a white horse together back to the prince’s castle, to soon be married and have a happy life, forever and always, with each other. Instead, the prince and princess had a battle of their own, the prince didn’t prevail and slay the beast, and the princess was left crying on the floor. As grim as the thought was, it didn’t matter for that was the harsh reality of the situation.

In truth, Carol had put away all of those memories-the items that once made her smile and now made her cry-to try and move on. On the outside she had moved on and the incident twelve years ago didn’t seem to affect her in the slightest.

It was all a poker face. She never moved on-she still had a tiny grasp of him. On the inside that horrible accident ate at her, making the empty hole ever more reserved for Emmett in her heart greater.

On nights like tonight, it was particularly hard to handle. Carol couldn’t sleep even if she wanted to. The usual dark night sky was being lit up from strikes of lightening. The loud booming of thunder, the whooshing of the harsh wind, and the banging of rain on the roof made it hard for any normal person to succumb to sleep.

But the sound of the thunder storm outside was not the only thing that made her lay in her bed, fully awake as if it was morning. It was the flashbacks of that night-of the night she received the last glimpse she would ever have of Emmett. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears falling down the sides of her face. She didn’t hear the sounds of the storm anymore. She heard his voice and hers, foolishly fighting. She heard the bangs of the things they had both thrown on the floor. She heard the tiny ping of the beautiful engagement ring hitting the floor by his feet after she threw it. He had spent half of his savings on it, the other half reserved for their home. She heard the last words-his final promise to her before the slam of her front door.

At that exact moment a loud boom of thunder shook the house. Carol couldn’t stay still anymore. She was afraid that her sobs wouldn’t be silent as she tried to make them now. Her feet hit the cold wooden floor with a small tap as she slid out of bed.

She was careful to not wake her sleeping husband next to her as she departed from her bedroom, walking carefully and quickly upstairs to the attic. She passed the two cracked open bedroom doors on her way. Her two boys would be sleeping-either that, or they would make their way to her bedroom in fright and need of comforting.

Carol needed her own comfort right now. She climbed the creaky stairs two at a time, careful to step in only the spots that she knew wouldn’t make noise. It was very probable that the three males in her household wouldn’t hear a thing over the thunderstorm, but she didn’t want them to see her like this anyway.

She settled herself on an old bench by the window and leaned her head against it. She pushed her blond hair out of the way so she could look outside. She curled up into a ball, her knees pressed tightly to her chest.

She often did this when there was a storm, because all she could see was that night. Sometimes she would come up here when she had a dream about him and woke up crying, which happened occasionally.

She never really got any closure-and though they had told her it would be best if she went to his funeral, because that would give her a push to move forward, they were sadly mistaken. They didn’t know what happened that night-they didn’t know that it was all of her fault he died. It was her fault they would never see or hear him ever again-that a beautiful, young, innocent life was cut short. There was nothing to burry, of course, but the family still had a coffin, filling it with pictures and items that resembled him.

It didn’t make any difference towards helping her move on-it only made things so much more real and painful. She didn’t get over him right away, either. Of course, she still hasn’t fully. But it had taken her till her twenty-sixth birthday to be ready to get married.

Finally, after six years, her family had thought she was up to walking down the aisle in white. For she hadn’t felt like she wanted to get married to anyone since Emmett’s death, just days before their wedding, and that made her family lose hope at her ever feeling that way about somebody again.

Emmett McCarty would always have a piece of her heart, given to him willingly.

But her husband was the first man since Emmett that made her finally smile and almost laugh herself to sleep instead of crying. He was the first person since Emmett that made her happy and made her think of him on a daily basis. He was the first person since Emmett that made her feel hope and longing-that made her happy at the prospect of another day, instead of sad and wishing she would be with Emmett instead.

He had brought her to life again, for she felt as though she too had died along with Emmett. A part of her did, she supposed, but that part of her had been a stranger to her too long for her to miss it.

Finally, days and nights weren’t just something she had to get and push herself through. They were happy and exciting, passionate and a thing to revel upon.

Her husband had filled up the rest of her heart, except for the piece that belonged to Emmett and the hole that it left in its place. She loved her husband-and he was a third of the people that made her happy on unbearable nights such as these.

The other two thirds were her two baby boys…although, she had to keep reminding herself, they were growing and were not babies anymore. Carol wiped her eyes, looking one last time at the stormy and unhappy sky, before walked back down the stairs.

She popped her head into her eldest son’s room. His blond hair was lighting up every few seconds from the lightening shining through his bedroom window, which was behind his bed. He and his brother were her life. She tiptoed into his room, jumping over the few little toy cars that boys of six usually left scattered upon their bedroom floor, and to his side. He looked the most like her, out of her two boys. Though the same blond hair of hers Tommy and Rory both had, there was a bigger resemblance between Tommy and Carol. She kissed him on the cheek, listening to his deep and rhythmic breaths before leaving. She checked Rory’s room too, and found almost the exact same scene here as she found in Tommy’s room. Rory was only four though, and his floor was free of toys-instead they were in their correct places on the shelves. She kissed his light head of hair gently before exiting.

The thunder seemed quieter when she went to bed again and nothing more than background noise.

“Carol-you okay?” her husband asked groggily as he pushed his brown hair away from his face. He squinted, trying to see her. She turned toward him and nodded,

“I’m fine; I just wanted to check on the boys.” She assured him, surprised at how her voice sounded smooth and free of the stutters and hiccups that sobbing usually left behind.

“Are they okay?” he asked her, putting his arm around her waist and pulling her to his warm and inviting chest. She snuggled in with him as he pulled the blankets on her. She kissed his cheek before finding his lips in the darkness.

“They’re fine and fast asleep.” She told him before closing her own eyes. Now, the storm was calm and Carol couldn’t have heard it even if she tried.


The sun was shining brighter than Carol had ever seen, it seemed, that morning.

But Carol didn’t really have time to admire how beautiful the day was going to be, for two little boys had just woken up. Their voices had that hint of whining-they were hungry for breakfast.

Carol’s attention was turned away from the opened windows and to Tommy and Rory, who were yawning and rubbing their eyes.

“Good morning, sweethearts.” She smiled and put a bowl of oatmeal in front of each of them. Tommy looked at it with some disgust, and Rory was too asleep to notice what he was now shoveling into his mouth.

“Mom, do we have to have oatmeal for breakfast?” he asked, looking up at her. Just at that moment, their father walked into the kitchen, wearing his casual attire. He would normally have a rather formal suit on, but it was Saturday and therefore he was off of work.

“Tom-we are lucky to have this food. Others don’t have the privileged lifestyle that we all enjoy. So eat what your mother made you.” he told him in a tone that rang with finality. Tommy knew better than to ask again, so he turned back to his oatmeal and picked up his spoon.

“If others don’t have this food let me put it into an envelope and mail it to them.” Tommy grumbled making sure his father didn’t hear him. Carol had heard a little, but chose not to listen. She put a baked apple in front of Tommy, topped with cinnamon and sugar, and a half of one in front of Rory. She knew he wouldn’t eat a whole apple-he never has.

“Rory, you’re such a good boy.” Carol applauded-half of his oatmeal was finished without complaint.

“Mom, can we do something fun today?” Tommy asked, his voice muffled with oatmeal. She and her husband both shot him a disapproving look,

“Don’t talk with your-” she began.

“-mouth open. Yeah, I know.” Tommy swallowed.

“What do you want to do today?” his father asked, readjusting his glasses as he read the newspaper. Carol set his breakfast in front of him, adding a cup of coffee before giving herself the same. She sat down and let the warm coffee bring feeling into her cold hands.

“Fishing? Maybe we could go down to the river?” Tommy proposed, attacking his apple. He seemed much more enthusiastic about this instead of his oatmeal. Probably because it had sugar on it. Carol took a sip of her coffee and looked at her husband. He smiled, shooting her a look as he peaked to the side of the Nashville Tennessee newspaper.

She smiled back, and placed her hand in the one he was offering. He squeezed it and looked at Tommy. “Let’s do something with the whole family, Tommy.” He suggested.

“But mom could learn how to fish too.” He contradicted. He had a mischievous gleam in his eyes-he couldn’t wait to see his mom try her hand at fishing. What a sight that would be.

“I don’t think so Tommy-we could go tomorrow after church. There was a pretty bad storm last night and the fish are probably all in deeper water.” He told him. Tommy sighed,

“Okay.” He mumbled. Suddenly there was a loud ringing coming from the telephone. Carol put her napkin on the table, beginning to get up but her husband beat her to it. She paid attention to Rory now, who had stopped eating.

“Mom, I’m full.” He told her, looking up from his bowl. His face was covered in cinnamon and sugar-that was going to be sticky to get off. Carol didn’t think of this. But, she dutifully got up and dampened a washcloth. She started to wipe his face as her husband walked back into the kitchen.

“I have some bad news-I’ll need to go into work for a few hours.” He announced. Carol looked up,

“But it’s Saturday. They’re working you too hard.” She complained. He kissed her forehead and brushed a piece of fair hair away from her face.

“I know. It’s not all day though.” He comforted her. She knew there would be longer hours with this new account they were putting together at his firm-as if the depression wasn’t adding to the stress as it was.

“Do you have to dad?” Tommy asked. Rory looked up at him,

“I don’t want you to.” He told him, as if that was enough to make him stay. And it was, in so many ways-if it wasn’t for the fact that his job was what made them have such a privileged life.

“I don’t want to either, Rory.” He sighed, kissing his forehead. Carol would have to think of something to entertain the boys in the meantime-it always seemed like she didn’t do a good job compared to her husband. Well, Tommy did have to clean his room…that would pass time…

“Come on boys, get dressed.” She told them, noticing that they were done with breakfast. They both nodded glumly and went upstairs, Tommy trying to make Rory race him.

“I need to go and change.” Her husband sighed, and she nodded going upstairs with him. The dishes could wait till after he left.

“What are you and the kids going to do?” he asked her as they both changed into their day clothes. She shrugged, tying her dress in the back as he stood next to her buttoning his shirt in front of the mirror.

“I think we will enjoy the day here-we could eat dinner downtown.” She proposed. He was already going to be there for work anyway.

“That sounds great.” He pulled her into an embrace, kissing her.

“I love you.” he told her.

“I love you too.” She whispered.

“Shall I meet you and the boys at the park around six?” he asked her. She nodded,

“It’s a date.” She winked.


Emmett didn’t know why Rosalie wanted to go to New York, but he followed her willingly anyway.

Well, okay, maybe he did know why-she wanted to see the latest fashions. Apparently Hoquiam, Washington was not the most ‘fashion foreword’ as his wife put it.

“What do you think I should look for?” Rosalie asked him as they walked hand in hand in downtown Nashville. It had been a while since Emmett had been back in Tennessee-twelve years, to be exact. The Cullen’s had moved from here right after Emmett was changed, moving to Hoquiam instead.

It was nice, he supposed, but he felt as though the rainy green of it all was a bit strange and not to his liking. Though he didn’t remember anything from his human life, and what thoughts he did have were very select, he knew that Hoquiam’s surroundings and plant life were very different from what he was used to. He liked being back in Tennessee, and even more with Rosalie.

“Anything. You look beautiful no matter what you wear, Rose.” He truthfully told her, and she smiled and beamed up at him. He kissed her hand as they walked. Nashville was just a stop on the way to New York-Rosalie wanted to stop and look at the stores here. Nashville was one of the major cities in the south, and she wanted to see if there was anything that was to her liking.

She gazed in windows as they maneuvered through the town. It was Saturday, and there were a lot of busy shoppers using up what was left of the day before the sun officially set. Luckily, the sun was very close to setting, and all there was to beam down at the two vampires was the shadows of the downtown buildings.

“I wish we could live in the south for a while-unfortunately there is just too much sun.” Rosalie sighed, leaning her head of soft blond curls on Emmett’s shoulder.

“Right-I don’t think any of us would like staying indoors all day anyway. Besides, Hoquiam is….interesting.” Emmett grinned down and Rosalie. She laughed once and nodded in agreement. Werewolves-it was something new to even Carlisle.

“And horribly rancid.” Rosalie muttered under her breath and Emmett let out a booming laugh that made Rosalie laugh too. Everyone round them smiled at the sight of the two beautiful and happy newlyweds. Or at least, that’s what they looked like.

Emmett and Rosalie had been married for twelve years now and they were happily in love. It was very often that they went on their own special trips such as this one-privacy was just one of the numerous reasons.

Esme and Carlisle, their adopted mother and father, were wonderful parents….but some of the things that Rosalie and Emmett did on their own time together were a little much for parents to handle. It was especially hard on Emmett’s older brother; Edward-it would have been horrible to read the thoughts of them.

When Rosalie mentioned something about wanting to go to New York it was all it took not to be shoved out of the house by the three of them. Edward had been the most enthusiastic to say goodbye. Emmett shrugged absentmindedly at the thought-Edward didn’t have to listen all of the time.

Finally, Rosalie had come to an abrupt halt in front of a dress shop. Emmett stopped walking next to her. “Em-you don’t mind me going to look in here, do you? That dress in the window…I want to try it on.” Rosalie grinned, happy to see something she liked. Emmett shook his head,

“You know this isn’t my area of expertise-I’ll wait out here for you, beautiful.” Emmett kissed her before she nodded, departing inside. Emmett looked around, walking up the street, listening to when Rosalie would be finished. Emmett shoved his hands in his pockets as he kept walking at human speed. When he came to a park he stopped.

It was a beautiful image-a happy family…though the father was missing from the equation. A pretty blond woman was assisting one of her little boys with something. Emmett froze and continued to gaze at the trio.

“-See, you have to catch them in the jar, like this.” She explained to the littlest boy who was wide eyed and grinning. She was showing him how to…to catch a firefly.

Emmet’s breath caught…there was something tugging at his memory again. He hated the feeling-it frustrated him not to remember, and scared him at the thought of what he was possibly missing. The two boys, who looked no older than six, ran around looking for the tiny blinking lights that would reveal where a firefly was, their blond hair blowing in the wind as they did so.

“Good evening, Carol!” a woman’s voice shouted from the sidewalk that Emmett was standing on. The beautiful blond waved back, seeming to know the woman who had just greeted her. If there was a tugging at Emmett’s mind before, this was like a siren going off in his head- and then there was the strength of ten thousand vampires pulling him in her direction. His feet stood firmly on the sidewalk, though.

Why was she so familiar? Did he know her?

Emmett continued to look at Carol with extreme curiosity. He had to have known her…she had to have been something…remarkably special…to him.

“Tommy, good job! You caught one!” she smiled at her oldest boy, who had just shown her his firefly. The littlest boy began to cry, “It’s okay, Rory-I’ll help you catch them. Then we can show dad.” She comforted him, and his crying became sniffles as he nodded.

“You know what makes the best light at night?” she asked Rory. He shook his head,

“What mom?” he asked.

“Fireflies.” She whispered. There was a ping of pain that showed in her eyes, but she continued to smile and help him catch the tiny glowing insect. Emmett stood as still as if he were a statue-the feeling of recognition had just grown immensely. He was little aware of Rosalie, who was trying on another dress back at the shop.

“Carol.” He whispered…it sounded like he had said the name…had even thought the name many times before…it sounded almost at home on his lips. But why?

After a couple of minutes, both boys had captured a few fireflies in their glass jars. The woman, Carol, was sitting on her knees, Rory’s head on her lap. Tommy sat next to her and gazed at the fireflies curiously. Emmett stood standing and staring, across the park.

“Anytime you really need me, just have a light for me-I’ll see or find it, and I’ll come.” she vowed to her children as the continued to look at the glowing lights. “I promise.” She said it with so much determinacy…as if somebody had broken that same promise to her and she didn’t want it to happen again. Why did Emmett have the feeling that he was that person? It was preposterous…really.

“I love you.” Rory told her. She kissed both of their foreheads,

“I love you both.” She smiled. Then she looked up-at him. Emmett didn’t know what else to do-he knew he should have turned around. But he stood there, his eyes never turning as he caught her eye.

She had a mix of sadness, elatedness, astonishment, shock, and wonder all at once. He wasn’t quite sure what he looked like right now. Her eyes-they were known to him.

“Emmett.” He heard her whisper. His eyes widened-how did she know his name?

“Carol.” He whispered back-but he had no idea who this woman was. He knew her name from hearing it, and nothing else. At least…now he didn’t know her. Was it possible they knew each other a long time ago?

Fireflies gave him that tugging feeling. Last night’s thunder storm did too. The name Carol and the woman in front of him were giving him a siren and her conversation to her children was doing the same. Was it possible that all were connected in some complex way?

They continued to stare at each other, her from the middle of the park, and him from the sidewalk. They did for five minutes before something broke their eye contact.

“Emmett-I’m finished. You weren’t outside, but I followed your scent here.” Rosalie came up to him shopping bag slung around her wrist. She put her arm around his and followed his gaze. “What are you looking at?” there was no answer.

To her, it was just a family. A mother, her two children, and now a man with dark hair was meeting them. It must have been her husband, for he kissed her on the forehead before lifting one of the boys in the air. Why was Emmett staring at such a thing?

Emmett and Carol looked at each other one more time before she looked back at her husband; she had a weird expression when her eyes landed on Rosalie…Emmett had an ill feeling towards the man. Why, he didn’t quite know.

“Nothing. Let’s get out of here.” He murmured to his wife, answering her question a bit late, and then he turned and walked briskly away from the park, forgetting the 300 seconds he had spent gazing at the happy family and the woman-Carol. Whatever the tugging was, it was being melted away by Rosalie-and he was thankful. She was his present, future, and his life-she was all that mattered in his forever.

By the time Carol looked back, the angel-Emmett- wasn’t there. He could have been nothing more than a work of her imagination. All of the images and memories, the happy and comforting moments, the summer nights they spent together had flooded back into her as she sat staring at him-or what she thought was him. But she couldn’t help thinking that, even if he wasn’t real, those 300 seconds had filled the hole in her heart. Emmett had just given her the closure she needed. He had come down from heaven, looking more like an angel than she could have ever dreamed. The woman…she must have been sent to bring him back up to the golden gates of heaven-for he did what Carol needed him to do.

She suddenly realized that she had gotten her fairytale ending. She was rescued by the prince, she had married him, and they had two beautiful children. She was living her happily ever after right now. Hopefully, Emmett was doing the same.

Carol gazed at her family, her husband looking at the fireflies that Rory and Tommy were proudly showing him. Her family was beautiful. She smiled-they were all that mattered now. It was amazing how in just five minutes, 300 seconds, your life could change.