The Major's Army
Disclaimer:I do not own the Twilight Saga, that pleasure is Stephanie Meyer's. I also do not own the invention of Peter's gift; this is just my elaboration of it.
September 2nd, 2015
"How ya doin', brother?"
"I swear, I'm going to rip his fucking head off!" It was obvious to my lovely wife and I that this conversation had started before we were actually on the phone. I knew this little chat with the Major would start this wy. The tickle never lies. I shot Charlotte a smug "I told you so" look and regretted it immediately, seeing the icy glare she shot back.
"And why would that be?" I asked, the tickle on the back my neck getting stronger.
"… Condescending ass face… I'll snap him like a twig… thinks he knows it all just because he mind rapes anyone he pleases…" The Major trailed off, his rant seeming to have trouble making its way from his mind to his mouth in anything more than incoherent mumbles.
"Would you mind making sense for a change?" Char commented dryly.
"Yeah, we got that part. What did he do now?" She cut him off. God, I love my wife.
"Nothing new. Making it his mission to be a condescending little bitch."
"Well, why did you call us then?"
Not now. Winter. Tiny. Happy. Volturi. The small snippets of information my gift had decided to provide me with made absolutely zero sense, but I knew it would soon. It always did, tickle never lies, remember.
"I need to get out of this hell hole. It's torture. Alice is being strange, Carlisle is giving me these 'disappointed dad' looks 24/7, and Edward is being more self-loathing than usual-"
"How is Alice being strange?" I demanded, a few more pieces falling into place. Charlotte watched silently by my side, anxious to know what was happening.
"What do you know Peter?" The Majors voice rang with suspicion.
"I don't know anything yet. Just answer the question."
"She's just… different. She always controlling when we hunt, when we hang out with Em and Rose, where we go, having weird, private conversations with Carlisle. She even suggested we go visit you instead of staying in Forks." Then the final piece clicked together and I grinned at Char.
"Major, we'll see you soon. You're goin' to need our help. Just- deal with it for now. And don't forget the papers." I hung then, cutting off the Majors indignant yelp of my name.
"Peter Whitlock, what are you meddlin' with now?"
"Char, things are about to get very interesting, very quickly. We need to call Garrett."
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