Author: IdPattThat PM
He spent ninety years searching for vengeance, but his eternity is about to be cut short. With seven days left, he'll find that there are much more important things worth fighting for. AU, Edward/Leah.Rated: Fiction M - English - Drama - Leah & Edward - Chapters: 11 - Words: 26,250 - Reviews: 203 - Favs: 79 - Follows: 53 - Updated: 06-20-12 - Published: 01-14-12 - Status: Complete - id: 7740326
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Well, I can't seem to let anything go.
Here's a little glimpse into the future.
SMeyer owns all things and a lot more things than me probably.
Huge thanks to ThatIsRiddik for prereading and killerlashes for betaing. :)
Seven Days – Enough
The children run down the street, laughing and playing, and I can feel myself smiling at them. They live in a place where their next meal isn't always accounted for, but their lives are still filled with so much joy. Sometimes it makes me yearn for my own mother, but I know that this way is better.
It's been fifteen years since Edward found me on the beach in Brazil.
Fifteen years of running.
Fifteen years of pure, unadulterated bliss.
Finding each other was what ultimately saved both of our lives, we knew that for certain. Of course, we aren't completely out of the woods. There have been close calls throughout the years, but Alice never failed to keep us informed and ready. Recently an outbreak of immortal children helped us out, however. We'd beedn in our village for almost a year without any sign of the Volturi. Apparently blood-sucking babies were more important than us, and that was okay.
"They're such adorable little heathens, really," Edward says from beside me, watching as the children finally reached their homes.
I turn to him and burst out laughing. "You've got paint all over you!" I giggle and swipe at a splotch of blue on his otherwise perfect cheek. "Were you attacked by a pack of rabid Jackson Pollocks?"
"Yes. Tiny, giggling five-year-old Pollocks. I'll have to mention to Alice that all supplies must be washable," he mutters dryly, and wipes his hands on his stained t-shirt.
I laugh and lean up to kiss him. "And have her send you some new shirts?" His arms wrap around me, the cool press of his skin against mine so perfectly familiar after all this time.
"Definitely. Let's go home," he says as he holds out his hand. We close up the tiny school we'd been working at and make our way to the dilapidated little "shack", for lack of a better word, where we were currently residing.
It has a small galley kitchen and- luxury of luxuries for this village- a separate bedroom that was just big enough for a full-sized bed, though I was the only one to sleep in it. There was plenty of wildlife surrounding us for Edward to hunt, and a little open-air market where I shopped if I wasn't in the mood to be a total savage.
We'd been in so many different places, but the little village in Guyana we were currently in felt the most like home. Well, besides being with Edward's family. I was right when I told Edward that Alice and I would get along well. We were exact opposites, so we loved each other- that is, once Alice realized there was absolutely no way I would let her use me as a life-size Barbie. Jasper, Emmett, and I bonded over teasing Edward, while Carlisle and Esme were as loving and nurturing as my own mother.
Rosalie, on the other hand, took some getting used to.
Apparently she was very protective of Edward. Apparently Edward had no idea either.
"Will you stop fucking glaring at me please, Rosalie? It's been six months already, don't you have any other facial expressions?" I finally snapped after tiring of seeing 'that' look on her stunning face.
Emmett laughed and covered it up with a cough, while Edward's eyebrows threatened to disappear into his hair.
"I'm still waiting for you to run, Leah. Forgive me." She smiled tightly, though her tone implied that forgiveness was the last thing on her mind.
"Why are you so worried? Edward is kind of an adult, he can take care of himself!"
"Hey!" Edward cried indignantly, but I shushed him with a wave of my hand. "I'm totally an adult..." he muttered under his breath.
Rosalie cracked a real smile and I saw Edward's head snap in her direction. He gave a brief nod and she sighed.
"Fine," she said curtly before stalking away. Emmett followed, wide-eyed, while Edward laughed.
"What did she ask you?" I ask him.
He smiled and slipped an arm around my waist. "She asked if you were worth it."
"And...?" I prompted.
He simply kissed me and made me forget my question.
It took five years for Rosalie to understand I wasn't going anywhere.
"Did you write your mother back?" Edward asks as we walked hand-in-hand down the dirt street, shooing indignantly clucking chickens from our path.
I nod and lean into his side, opening my thoughts to him about the events I'd told her about.
He chuckles. "I don't know why they insist on throwing things at me." Edward shakes his head.
"They like you." I smile.
"Mutual feelings, definitely." He nods and kisses my forehead. "It makes me sad sometimes, you know."
"What does?" I ask, following his gaze, and seeing the subjects of our conversation were back out in the streets. He frowns down at me, tawny eyes tightening with pain.
"That I can't give that to you." Edward touches my face softly and I vehemently shake my head. "A couple heathens of our own."
"No. It's not…you know how I feel. You know that I can't have that anyways," I say, taking his face in my hands and pulling him down to me. I open my mind once more and he presses his forehead to mine. I'd realized things were different with my body after the first few times I'd phased. I knew that a family, children, were not for me: I'd accepted that long ago.
"I know, sweetheart, I know," he soothes me and kisses me gently. "I just think…in another life maybe."
"Yes, where we meet in college."
"And I ask you to marry me on a lake in Italy," he whispers, and I rub my thumb over the thin, gold band on my left hand. Actually, it was a frozen lake in Alaska.
"We have three kids. Two boys and a girl," I add.
"And a cat." I wrinkle my nose. "Okay, a dog," he laughs.
"Too bad we're stuck in this life." I grin up at him and he rolls his eyes.
"I like this life," Edward says softly with his lips against my ear.
I squeeze his hand. "Yeah, I like this life, too."