There will be three parts and an epilogue. Each part will have multiple chapters and will be listed like this…

Book One: Bella

Book Two: Edward

Book Three: Edward and Bella

Book Four: Epilogue

It will be written in first person. Book One will have very little Edward in it past the first part. Book Two will have very little Bella in it past the first part. They will be mentioned but not appear. Then Book Three will switch POV as I see fit. Make sense?

The first update past the prologue is borrowed heavily from the first part of New Moon. No copyright infringement is intended. I do not own Twilight, as it is the brainchild of Stephenie Meyers, the lucky bitch.

This fic is completely written. I am just cleaning it up a bit. I will probably post every 3rd to 4th day.

I Can't Unlove You

Prologue - BPOV

"Hey, Bells!"

I stopped walking down the hallway and looked at my fellow colleague and friend, Dr. Jasper Whitlock.

"When we are within the four walls of this hospital, you will address me by the proper title of Dr. Swan." I mocked.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Blow it out your ass." He said, smiling.

"Did you need something?" I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, did you hear? We are getting a new Neuro God," he told me.

"Yes, I heard. It all anyone is talking about. Well, that and how he is bringing his famous doctor wife with him. Apparently, Dr. and Dr. Perfect don't have names." I rolled my eyes. I was Chief Brandon's favorite right now and I didn't need or want anyone getting in the way of that.

"Jealous much?" He asked.

"No. Not at all. I just hope he is up for a little friendly competition is all." I said.

Jasper snorted.

"Friendly? You? Yeah, not so much," he countered.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, ready to reach down for some hostility if needed.

"Need I remind you of the first day we met as interns? Or the case where you knocked me flat on my ass?" He asked, his eyebrow raised.

"Not my fault you got in my way." I shrugged.

"You clotheslined me!" He exclaimed.

"Again, not my fault."

"I had to have four sutures. And my ribs hurt for weeks." He complained.

"Oh you big baby. Suck it up. I made you a stronger doctor and one who now knows to get out of my way." I teased.

"What are we talking about?"

I grinned and Jasper groaned.

"We are not talking about anything; Bells and I are talking about something. This is an A and B conversation, so C your way out," he sneered.

"You would think you two hated each other, but I know better. You love each other." I continued, ignoring their scoffs. "And we were talking about the new docs gracing us with their presence." I told my friend of twenty years.

"Oh yeah, Brainless Brain Man and his Vaginator?" Rose quipped. "Brandon is thrilled. She is like a little pixie dancing around. You would think this guy's cock was made of gold the way she is acting."

"Brandon is dancing?" I asked. The four foot ten inch woman made my mother quake in her boots, and that was saying something.

"Dancing, skipping…same thing. Big meeting later. See ya then. Don't be late." Rose said and then walked swiftly down the hall.

My phone chimed that I had a text so I excused myself from Jasper.

How is ur day?

I rolled my eyes. How hard is it to spell out your words?

Same crap, different bathroom. You?

Fine. Just got out of ass lift. Dinner 2 nite?

Okay, I get off at six and then I have to pick up A.J.

Meet u at Alongi's. Later Hoor.

It is Whore, your prick. And I will see you then.


I sighed and typed out my response.

Me too.

I placed my phone back in my lab coat and went back to work.

The next time I glanced at my watch it was almost four. Crap! I ran for the conference room. Brandon would have my ass if I was late.

I rounded the corner and saw that it was standing room only. I decided I was tiny enough to press through the crowd and get closer and if not, I hoped they watched out for my lethal elbows.

However, my way into the room was blocked.

I looked at Rose and Jasper.

"What are you doing? Let me by." I demanded, laughing slightly.

The looks on their faces made me take pause.

"What's wrong?" I asked sharply. "Is it A.J?"

Rose hesitated and looked over her shoulder. I could see James, his jaw tense. He only looked like that if he was angry or worried. Wonder which it was this time. He saw me and made his way over.

"Hey. Can you tell these two to move out of my way before Brandon realizes that I am not in there and has my ass for dinner?" I asked him.

"I…" He trailed off, as if having trouble finding the words and ran a hand through his short locks. "You don't want to go in there."

"Why wouldn't I want to go in there? Is his breath so atrocious that I will pass out? That's okay; I will just give him a Tic Tac." I teased. I moved to push past him. He stopped me.

"Bella. Please. Don't go in there." He pleaded.

I looked into his eyes, eyes so familiar to me. They were filled with worry and angst and concern and adoration. Whatever it was, it was freaking him out, which is turn was freaking me out.

I shook it off.

"Whatever it is, it will be fine. Now let me go." I wrenched my arm from his gentle grasp and pushed through the crowd. I heard James say my name lowly, urgently.

I made it to the second row and took my place leaning up against the wall. If Sasquatch would move, I could see better.

"Now as you all know, I have been very excited about these new additions to our staff." The room laughed as they had seen her exuberant behavior the last couple of days. "They come highly recommended and I would like to be the first to introduce you to Dr. Edward Cullen and his wife, Dr. Tanya Denali Cullen."

The roar started in my ears almost immediately. My throat felt as if it were closing in. My eyes were burning. My lungs stopped constricting. I couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't think clearly. Just his name…over and over and over again in a loop.




I vaguely heard James saying my name, his hands fluttering around my face, my hair.

Suddenly, he was in my sight. Time had touched him, subtly though. His hair was more controlled. His formerly lean body was more muscular. He had crinkles around his moss colored eyes. He had stubble that feathered his strong jaw.

The muscular body that tensed, the strong jaw that dropped open when the moss colored eyes landed on me.

That was the last thing I saw before I saw nothing.

Still with me?