Fic
Okay, so a few days ago I wrote this, and a few people suggested that I turn it into a mulit-chaptered fic. So I did, because I love all of you at sortofbeautiful so darn much!
THIS FIC IS POST-BREAKING DAWN CANON. MORE INFO UNDER THE CUT FOR THOSE WHO DO NOT WISH TO BE SPOILED.
It Just Is
Part One: Instinct
Title: It Just Is, Part Two: Impulse
Author: Lucie ( lucie_fanfix)
Spoilers: Breaking Dawn
Characters: Renesme, Bella, Jacob, Alice & the other Cullens
Pairings: Jacob/Bella, Jacob/Demon Spawn Renesme, Bella/Edward
Rating: PG
Summary: Bella wakes up.
Author’s Notes: I was so glad that you liked “Instinct” that I just had to write some more. There will probably be three or four parts, maybe five. I haven’t really decided. This is my attempt to slap a big old Bandaid on the giant boo-boo that is Breaking Dawn. Oh, and this chapter is quite a bit longer than I expected. I guess I just got carried away. Oh, and this fic has a name now: "It Just Is." It's named for the Rilo Kiley song. Some song lyrics have been posted with Part One if you want to know why.
It Just Is
Impulse
BELLA STARES DOWN AT THE TINY WOODEN CHARM IN THE PALM OF HER HAND. He howls up at her plaintively, and for an instant, she is so swept up in memories that she barely registers Renesme fleeing the room.
The air, the sun. The words, once spoken so lovely, now feel as if they have been hurled at her like insults. Her hand convulses in surprise, finger tightening around the little wolf.
A moment of fear prickles up her spine. She’s ruined the charm, she’s sure of it. She slowly uncurls her fingers, bracing herself to see and handful of wooden powder, like sawdust.
But the wolf is undamaged.
Bella is disappointed.
JACOB DRIFTS FROM ROOM TO ROOM, FIDGETING LIKE A CHILD. He can’t help it; not being around Renesme makes him jumpy. Even though she knows it isn’t really his fault, that doesn’t stop Bella from being annoyed. “I’m sure Renesme will be back soon,” Bella says, a little more curtly than usual, “Next time, why don’t you just go hunting with her?”
Jake’s brow furrows. “She ran off without telling anyone. And I can’t find her.”
“I’m sure she’s fine,” Bella says finally, softening her tone and dropping her peeved manner, as she always does when Jacob is upset.
Esme calls to him from the kitchen: “Jacob, dear, let me make you something to eat.” Jake smiles knowingly at Bella and together they stroll into the kitchen just in time to see Esme pulling a huge metal tray of cookies out of the oven. Even to Bella, who no longer desires human food, it smells heavenly. Jacob hoots and pulls Esme into a hug. “Thanks, Esme!” He piles three cookies on top of each other and stuffs them into his mouth. “You’re the best grandma ever,” he mumbles enthusiastically through a mouth full of chocolate chips, as is rewarded with a pat on the cheek from Esme. He turns to Bella and grins, waggling his eyebrows.
“You are not my son,” she snarls, and storms out of the room.
THAT NIGHT, EDWARD PUTS HIS ARMS AROUND HER, AS USUAL. Bella extricates herself from the hug with a half-hearted smile. “Not tonight,” she whispers, prompting a look of shock from Edward. For the first time in years, his embrace feels icy-cold.
WHEN RENESME HAD BEEN GONE FOR PRECISELY TWENTY FOUR HOURS, THE FAMILY STARTED TO PANIC.
Jacob and Bella took the forest, leaving no stone unturned-literally, as Bella often picked them up and heaved them away from her in frustration.
Any other day, Jake might have laughed at this and told her to get a grip, or informed her that her actual age had been lowered by several years. But it was not any other day; it was the day Renesme disappeared. Jacob paces and moans, whining in the back of his throat. As they left the house, Rosalie gave him an icy glare. “Sounds like the dog’s got fleas.” Jacob only groaned in response.
“Leave him alone,” Edward commanded his sister, Alice nodding her assent behind him.
But Rosalie ignores the order, her topaz eyes narrowing as they focus in on Jacob. “I’m sure this is all your fault. What happened? Did you two have some sort of a lover’s quarrel?”
Bella thinks she sees Alice duck her head guiltily.
Emmett steps in between Rose and Jacob, but there’s no need for him to protect his wife. Jacob’s posture is hunched, and he looks incapable of hurting a fly. He stumbles down the steps, swaying like a drunken sailor, and Bella feels her protective self rising in anger within her.
“Hey, Rose, so this one day two blondes got locked out of their car...”
WHEN THEY REACH THE OUTER PERIMETER OF THE FOREST, JACOB AND BELLA STOP SHORT, A KIND OF “NOW WHAT?” AIR ABOUT THEM. Jacob hunches over farther, clutching his stomach and rocking back and forth on his heels. Bella watches with concern. “Jacob, is it really that painful to be away from her?” She can sympathize to a certain extent; after all, she misses her daughter terribly, but you don’t see her rubbing herself up against trees, like Jacob is now.
Jake nods. “Once you’ve imprinted on someone it’s like...it’s like you’re magnets, or something.” He pants a little before continuing. “And I can feel this pull on me, pulling me to her...But I don’t know where it’s coming from. I can’t follow it. I can’t find her.” He crouches on the forest floor, gasping in pain and clawing at his torso. “Bella, it hurts. I need her.”
In that moment, just for an instant, Bella hates Renesme.
BELLA IS ALONE THAT NIGHT. Edward, Jasper, and Carlisle take Jacob out in the car. They hope that if they drive him around, his intuitions might pull them right to Renesme.
The next morning, Alice finds Bella sitting on the floor of her vast closet, surround by garment bags. Alice isn’t surprise by the sight-she came to the cottage knowing what she would find-but that doesn’t make the scene in front of her any less disturbing. “Bella, what’s wrong?” She kneels down in front of her and strokes her hair.
“I can’t find that blue sweater,” Bella says quietly, staring at the floor.
“Which one?”
“The soft one with the mother of pearl buttons we bought in Ireland.”
Alice stands up and sniffs the air. “Never fear, I’m sure it’s here somewhere,” she murmurs soothingly, her excitement at Bella’s newfound interest in clothing overpowered by equal parts confusion, dread, and guilt.
“No.”
Alice turns around. “What do you mean, ‘no’?”
Bella looks up, her face blank and unreadable. “No. It’s not here. I’ve lost it. I’ve lost it and I’ll never have it again.” The realization washes over her likes waves.
I'd love to know what you think! --Lucie
THIS FIC IS POST-BREAKING DAWN CANON. MORE INFO UNDER THE CUT FOR THOSE WHO DO NOT WISH TO BE SPOILED.
It Just Is
Part One: Instinct
Title: It Just Is, Part Two: Impulse
Author: Lucie ( lucie_fanfix)
Spoilers: Breaking Dawn
Characters: Renesme, Bella, Jacob, Alice & the other Cullens
Pairings: Jacob/Bella, Jacob/Demon Spawn Renesme, Bella/Edward
Rating: PG
Summary: Bella wakes up.
Author’s Notes: I was so glad that you liked “Instinct” that I just had to write some more. There will probably be three or four parts, maybe five. I haven’t really decided. This is my attempt to slap a big old Bandaid on the giant boo-boo that is Breaking Dawn. Oh, and this chapter is quite a bit longer than I expected. I guess I just got carried away. Oh, and this fic has a name now: "It Just Is." It's named for the Rilo Kiley song. Some song lyrics have been posted with Part One if you want to know why.
It Just Is
Impulse
BELLA STARES DOWN AT THE TINY WOODEN CHARM IN THE PALM OF HER HAND. He howls up at her plaintively, and for an instant, she is so swept up in memories that she barely registers Renesme fleeing the room.
The air, the sun. The words, once spoken so lovely, now feel as if they have been hurled at her like insults. Her hand convulses in surprise, finger tightening around the little wolf.
A moment of fear prickles up her spine. She’s ruined the charm, she’s sure of it. She slowly uncurls her fingers, bracing herself to see and handful of wooden powder, like sawdust.
But the wolf is undamaged.
Bella is disappointed.
JACOB DRIFTS FROM ROOM TO ROOM, FIDGETING LIKE A CHILD. He can’t help it; not being around Renesme makes him jumpy. Even though she knows it isn’t really his fault, that doesn’t stop Bella from being annoyed. “I’m sure Renesme will be back soon,” Bella says, a little more curtly than usual, “Next time, why don’t you just go hunting with her?”
Jake’s brow furrows. “She ran off without telling anyone. And I can’t find her.”
“I’m sure she’s fine,” Bella says finally, softening her tone and dropping her peeved manner, as she always does when Jacob is upset.
Esme calls to him from the kitchen: “Jacob, dear, let me make you something to eat.” Jake smiles knowingly at Bella and together they stroll into the kitchen just in time to see Esme pulling a huge metal tray of cookies out of the oven. Even to Bella, who no longer desires human food, it smells heavenly. Jacob hoots and pulls Esme into a hug. “Thanks, Esme!” He piles three cookies on top of each other and stuffs them into his mouth. “You’re the best grandma ever,” he mumbles enthusiastically through a mouth full of chocolate chips, as is rewarded with a pat on the cheek from Esme. He turns to Bella and grins, waggling his eyebrows.
“You are not my son,” she snarls, and storms out of the room.
THAT NIGHT, EDWARD PUTS HIS ARMS AROUND HER, AS USUAL. Bella extricates herself from the hug with a half-hearted smile. “Not tonight,” she whispers, prompting a look of shock from Edward. For the first time in years, his embrace feels icy-cold.
WHEN RENESME HAD BEEN GONE FOR PRECISELY TWENTY FOUR HOURS, THE FAMILY STARTED TO PANIC.
Jacob and Bella took the forest, leaving no stone unturned-literally, as Bella often picked them up and heaved them away from her in frustration.
Any other day, Jake might have laughed at this and told her to get a grip, or informed her that her actual age had been lowered by several years. But it was not any other day; it was the day Renesme disappeared. Jacob paces and moans, whining in the back of his throat. As they left the house, Rosalie gave him an icy glare. “Sounds like the dog’s got fleas.” Jacob only groaned in response.
“Leave him alone,” Edward commanded his sister, Alice nodding her assent behind him.
But Rosalie ignores the order, her topaz eyes narrowing as they focus in on Jacob. “I’m sure this is all your fault. What happened? Did you two have some sort of a lover’s quarrel?”
Bella thinks she sees Alice duck her head guiltily.
Emmett steps in between Rose and Jacob, but there’s no need for him to protect his wife. Jacob’s posture is hunched, and he looks incapable of hurting a fly. He stumbles down the steps, swaying like a drunken sailor, and Bella feels her protective self rising in anger within her.
“Hey, Rose, so this one day two blondes got locked out of their car...”
WHEN THEY REACH THE OUTER PERIMETER OF THE FOREST, JACOB AND BELLA STOP SHORT, A KIND OF “NOW WHAT?” AIR ABOUT THEM. Jacob hunches over farther, clutching his stomach and rocking back and forth on his heels. Bella watches with concern. “Jacob, is it really that painful to be away from her?” She can sympathize to a certain extent; after all, she misses her daughter terribly, but you don’t see her rubbing herself up against trees, like Jacob is now.
Jake nods. “Once you’ve imprinted on someone it’s like...it’s like you’re magnets, or something.” He pants a little before continuing. “And I can feel this pull on me, pulling me to her...But I don’t know where it’s coming from. I can’t follow it. I can’t find her.” He crouches on the forest floor, gasping in pain and clawing at his torso. “Bella, it hurts. I need her.”
In that moment, just for an instant, Bella hates Renesme.
BELLA IS ALONE THAT NIGHT. Edward, Jasper, and Carlisle take Jacob out in the car. They hope that if they drive him around, his intuitions might pull them right to Renesme.
The next morning, Alice finds Bella sitting on the floor of her vast closet, surround by garment bags. Alice isn’t surprise by the sight-she came to the cottage knowing what she would find-but that doesn’t make the scene in front of her any less disturbing. “Bella, what’s wrong?” She kneels down in front of her and strokes her hair.
“I can’t find that blue sweater,” Bella says quietly, staring at the floor.
“Which one?”
“The soft one with the mother of pearl buttons we bought in Ireland.”
Alice stands up and sniffs the air. “Never fear, I’m sure it’s here somewhere,” she murmurs soothingly, her excitement at Bella’s newfound interest in clothing overpowered by equal parts confusion, dread, and guilt.
“No.”
Alice turns around. “What do you mean, ‘no’?”
Bella looks up, her face blank and unreadable. “No. It’s not here. I’ve lost it. I’ve lost it and I’ll never have it again.” The realization washes over her likes waves.
I'd love to know what you think! --Lucie