As always: Everything and anything related to the Twilight saga belongs to Stephenie Meyer. This is a work of fiction based on her writings. No harm is meant by it.

Special thanks and much adoration to my beta Kelly (freakyhazeleyes), who managed time to beta this for me. Thank you, hon. :-)


The Missing Letters (FGB Outakes)


Chapter One: Fifteen Down, Eleven to Go

Two weeks had passed since Bella decided to stay in New York with Edward. The morning after she made the decision, she literally had a full-blown argument with herself. Edward watched from a distance while she paced back and forth in the kitchen. Occasionally, she would stop in one spot, point something out to herself, and then continue muttering about "How stupid she was being" and "How hard she had worked to get where she was." Occasionally, Edward's name made its way into the mix of her ranting.

When they were on the roof, it felt as if her heart was going to beat right through her chest. The moment Edward kneeled she lost all semblance of rational thought. She had been expecting a little black box with a sparkling diamond, but when he pulled the key out, she immediately calmed down. She didn't know if her answer would have been the same, if it hadn't been a key.

Oddly enough, the key was far more significant to her than a ring would have been. The fact that he had already made a copy of the key for her was the reason she had chosen to stay. It was bizarre reasoning on her part, but the fact that he had already imagined her there with him, so far as to make her a key, made her feel more loved than she could ever imagine. It was odd logic, but it made perfect sense to her.

However, everything wasn't smooth sailing from the moment she said, "Yes." She still had to fly back to Seattle to discuss her temporary departure from the office. Luckily for her, she could work from her laptop, but that didn't come without an intense argument with her boss. At one point during the spat, it got so heated that Bella feared that she was going to get fired or that he was going to throw a chair. Neither would have been pleasant.

The company's IT specialist, Brian, had set up her laptop, so she could connect remotely to the company's server by importing the data files onto a remote USB hard drive. She had access to all the company files—even as someone altered them. It made everything so much simpler, especially to have the Outlook Calendar still synchronized, so she knew when she could get in contact with her coworkers. The time difference was something she had to get accustomed to. She was used to being able to contact any of her colleagues at any time of the day, but now she had to be wary of making sure she wasn't calling any of them at five in the morning.

She had only been in Seattle for three days, but even that small reprieve from Edward had felt colossal. She couldn't believe how alone she felt in their apartment without him. They had spent semesters in college away from each other, been in different parts of the world, and yet now, they couldn't handle three days on different sides of the country.

It was oddly amusing to her. Even Edward found the humor in it when they spoke on the phone. They talked every night while she was away, regardless of the time that Edward had to be at the office. He commented on how "pathetic" they were and how he never figured them to be "one of those couples".

The morning before her flight, she dropped off her house keys at Rosalie's house. She asked her to FedEx some things to her in New York because she didn't want to have to pay the fees at the airport. There was far too much to bring in one suitcase. She tried to narrow down her selections, but she realized that she needed most of it.

Bella was back in New York with Edward on Tuesday night.

She spent most of her time in her pajamas working on new projects, wondering why she never thought about working from home before. There was nothing better than getting to sit in bed with her Soaps on, munching on snacks, and working. It was something she knew she would have to try when she was back in Seattle.

It became an easy routine for the couple. Edward would leave at eight and wake Bella up and by six, Edward would walk through the door. By Friday, Edward and Bella were lying in bed watching DVD's and snacking on popcorn, like they always did.

"When do the packages get here?" Edward asked.

"Sometime tomorrow morning, I think."

"Alright, that's good because I want to take you to Central Park tomorrow afternoon, so as long as the packages get here early, we'll be fine."

Bella turned to Edward and smiled. Central Park was something Edward hadn't had the chance to take Bella to see. During the week she was there on vacation, most of what she saw were the basic tourist attractions like the Empire State Building and a lot of their ceiling.

"You want to take a stroll through the park?" she teased.

"Why is that so funny?"

"We're not going to do one of those cheesy horse-and-carriage rides are we?"

"No. Besides, I know you feel bad for the horses."

Bella smiled. Of course Edward remembered her saying that. They had been watching some romantic comedy, she couldn't remember the name, but they were all the same anyway—all with the same cheesy New York moment. She had told him that the horse had looked like he was in pain and Edward had agreed. He promised that he would never take Bella on one of those rides.

"Good. A walk through the park will be nice. I can pack a lunch for us. We can stop at the Great Lawn and sit for a while."

"That sounds perfect. Hopefully, the packages come when they're supposed to."

"According to the tracking number Rosalie gave me, they're already in New York; they just have to get to us"

Edward affirmed with a thumbs-up and went back to watching the television. Bella shook her head at how mundane the conversation had been. It was such a simple topic, something pointless, about some stupid packages, but it still managed to make Bella smile. It reminded her of the kinds of conversations she witnessed married couples on television shows having or even just a married couple on the streets. The topics weren't always titillating and yet you still hung onto the other person's words as if they were gospel.

Edward's laughter brought her out of her thoughts, and she turned to the television to see four men circling some large obstruction in their living room.

"What the hell is that?" she asked.

"Leonard bought a time machine. Well, everyone paid for a fourth of it."

"Oh, this should be good. I'm sure Sheldon will try to monopolize it."

"Of course," Edward chuckled.

The two spent the next few hours getting through the first season of The Big Bang Theory before Bella dozed off beside Edward.

=x=

Bella woke up on Saturday to Edward peppering light kisses along the nape of her neck. She sighed in pleasure as he sucked on the spot just below her earlobe; he knew her so well.

"Good morning."

"Morning," Edward replied. He shifted his hips against hers, and she felt his erection. He nipped lightly on her ear lobe, and she moaned softly.

"Edward," she warned as he began to push himself against her.

"Bella," he moaned in return.

"What time is it?"

"Time for me to make love to you."

Bella laughed, but Edward scoffed. He pulled away from Bella and turned her around to face him. He wore a sour expression on his face. Bella felt bad for a moment, but continued to laugh at the confused man beside her.

"Why are you laughing at me?"

"I'm sorry. Were you being serious? That was corny, Edward. It was so banal."

"I'm sorry I want to wake my girlfriend up by showing her how much I love her," he argued, and Bella shook her head.

"There's no need to get upset about it. There's just no need for any of that generic Hallmark meets Lifetime movie nonsense."

"Oh really?" he questioned. "So, you didn't enjoy anything that happened on the roof in Seattle?"

Bella rolled her eyes and felt her heart skip a beat. She loved every second of that night. The gesture in Seattle had been breathtaking. It was a memory that she often revisited. It was an unforgettable moment. The music, the lights, the location, Edward, all of it had been glorious. The feeling of weightlessness, the feeling of seclusion, the overwhelming feeling of drowning in Edward had been perfect.

"Don't be ridiculous, Edward. It was beautiful, but there's no need for it all the time. I love you, and I'll always want you."

Edward's face lit up as he smiled. It hadn't been that long since he literally had to wait every day for Bella to say those three little words, "I love you." He had known that she loved him, but he wanted to hear it. He loved hearing it. There was a difference between knowing and hearing.

"I love you," Bella repeated and watched the smile on Edward's face widen.

"You have no idea how much I love hearing that," he moaned and rose to lie on top of Bella. He balanced himself just above her. Bella could see the strain of the position on his forearms; the veins became more prominent. He kissed her gently, slow, tap kisses before kissing her properly. He took her top lip and then her bottom lip into his mouth. He gently bit at her bottom lip, and she reciprocated, pulling at his, just the way he liked it.

"I can feel it," she jested, giggling lightly at how immature it sounded. Even Edward shook his head before diving down to start kissing her neck again.

Edward nipped and licked up and down Bella's neck before he pulled at the collar of his, now hers, Seattle Mariners tee shirt. He sucked along the curvature of her collarbone causing her to moan lowly. He eventually grew frustrated at the cotton obstruction that kept falling back into place and yanked at the lower hem of the shirt.

Bella helped him remove it. She was still tired and frankly, she was not in the mood for any sort of strenuous activity at nine in the morning. She was more concerned with the packages that were due to arrive at any moment.

It felt fantastic as Edward placed wet kisses down the center of her chest and then down to her stomach. He smiled up at her when his head reached her belly button. She knew what was coming; Edward blew on the wet trail he created on her abandon causing her to shiver from the feeling and the slowly building desire. However, she still wasn't in the mood for sex; her mind was elsewhere.

She moaned at the appropriate moments and even lifted her hips up to help Edward remove her pajamas bottoms and underwear. She kept her eyes closed to hide that she wasn't really raring that morning.

It wasn't until he began to grind against her that he realized that he was the only one participating. He lifted completely off Bella and got off the bed. He pulled his boxers back on and turned to Bella.

"What's wrong?" he asked and Bella finally opened her eyes to find Edward sitting at the foot of the bed.

"What do you mean? Why are you all the way over there?"

"You seem distracted."

"What are you talking about?"

"You were faking it, Bells. You can't fake it with me. As my soul mate that's not permissible in my book."

Bella grimaced at the accusation knowing that she had been caught red handed.

"I'm sorry, but here's some breaking news for you, studies show that women fake it with their partners—all the time."

"Not with me they don't," he countered stubbornly.

"Get off your high horse, Edward. It happens to all guys."

"Who are you and what have you done with my Bella? I'm going to pretend like this never happened," he jested. Bella chuckled, picked her clothes off the floor, and slipped them back on.

"I'm sorry. I'm just cranky. I didn't sleep all that well, and I miss Seattle."

Edward pulled Bella to sit on his lap and hugged her.

"I find it odd that you're the one apologizing. Are you really feeling homesick?"

"Yeah. It's just that I don't really have anybody here to talk to. I have you, but sometimes I need someone like Rose or even my kooky coworkers. Aren't you a bit homesick?"

"Of course I am, but I could be anywhere in the world. Tokyo, London, Dubai, and as long as you're there with me, I'm okay. I'm only truly homesick when I'm away from you."

Bella smiled tightly and stared wide eyed at Edward. His answer was exactly what she'd needed to hear. She swatted his arm in annoyance.

"Ouch!" Edward cried out as he rubbed at the spot Bella had hit. "What the hell was that for?"

"For what you just said!"

"What does that even mean? How does that even make sense?"

"When you say things like that it makes me feel like a shitty girlfriend. Here I am nagging about something stupid, and you go and twist it around and make it beautiful. How do you always know what I need to hear?"

"It's not stupid. And I'm just that good."

Bella scoffed. Edward chuckled and shook Bella in his arms.

"I see your ego isn't toobruised from before."

Edward stuck his tongue out at her and stood up, carrying Bella with him. He walked them toward the bathroom.

They showered and dressed for their day in the park. Bella even managed to make some sandwiches and cut some fruit to bring for lunch. It was around eleven when the call from downstairs came that their packages had arrived. Edward quickly went to retrieve them. It was two rather large boxes and one smaller one with a manila folder taped to the lid.

"What's in the envelope?" Bella asked. She watched Edward pull it from the box. The masking tape took a piece of the cardboard with it.

"I don't know, but it's obviously for us."

Bella sneered sarcastically. "Really? I didn't know that packages that were addressed to us were actually for us."

"Oh, you really did wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Have some coffee and perhaps something of the chocolate variety," he quipped playfully and Bella gave him the finger.

"Just open the damn thing."

Edward grabbed a butter knife from the kitchen and used it to slide the envelope open. Inside there were three pieces of paper; the first was their rent receipt; the second was a pink post-it note with the words "Have Fun" written across it in which Rosalie and Emmett had each signed it at the bottom; and the last was a folded piece of white paper.

"Oh man," Edward remarked through a fit of laughter.

"What? What is it?"

Bella walked around the couch and watched Edward unfold the third piece of paper. She broke out in laughter when she saw what it was.

Across the white sheet of paper, were twenty-six letters in Edward's handwriting. Fifteen of them were crossed out.

"Wow, we got through," Bella began, counting off the X's on the paper, "only fifteen of them."

"Yeah, I'm bummed we never finished. You know I like to finish everything I start."

Bella stared at him skeptically.

"Excluding this morning's activities, I always finish what I start." Edward scowled.

Bella giggled and took the paper from Edward.

"What letter did you want to do that we didn't get to?"

"G," he answered quickly.

"Why G?"

"You'll find out, eventually."

"What does that mean?" Bella asked, and Edward smirked down at her.

"Oh no. No. No—no—no—no. No, Edward."

Edward nodded his head with a mile-wide smile on his face.

"Tell me what letter you wanted to do." He wore an expectant and an amused expression on his face. He truly wanted to know.

"I didn't have one," she answered, shaking her head.

"Liar."

"Fine. Y. I wanted to do something with the letter Y."

"Good," Edward remarked, yanking the piece of paper out of Bella's hand. He walked toward the kitchen and using a piece of tape from the envelope, he taped the paper to the refrigerator.

"Do you have everything ready for the park?"

"Why is that on the refrigerator?"

"Do you want to bring some wine?"

"Stop changing the subject, and I'm pretty sure it's illegal to drink in public, especially in a public park."

"Like we ever follow the rules." Edward winked. Bella just stared dumbfounded at the cheerful man in the kitchen.

"Edward, why did you put it on the fridge?"

"I'm sure we have a flask around here where we can hide some wine," he ignored her question.

"What? Who the hell puts wine in a flask? And stop ignoring me."

"We're going to finish, Bella. I want to finish the game."

"I thought we were done. We burnt the letters."

"Let's just finish to say we finished."

"Edward, that's ridiculous."

Edward nodded once, slowly. He pouted and looked straight at Bella, who flinched. He was mimicking her persuasive tactic. It was unfair.

"Fuck, you're good at the face."

"You would think after years of falling for it, I'd be better at it."

"You can't be good at everything."

Edward chuckled and became serious once more.

"Come on, Bells. Come on," he goaded.

"I don't know, Edward. Remember all the drama that ensued."

"That's because we were stupid. Now, it's a totally different thing. The game is completely different. You're no longer just my best friend, Bella. You're everything to me."

Bella stood unmoving in front of Edward watching him pour wine into a large, black flask.

"Fine, but we are not carrying wine in a flask. Who the hell do you think we are?"

"Are you really okay with this?" he asked sincerely. Bella nodded in accordance.

Edward stopped pouring the wine and walked toward Bella. He enveloped her in a hug and kissed her gently before whispering "thank you."

"So, do we choose whatever letter we want?" she asked timidly.

"Yeah. Why not? And since you went first last time, I'll be going first this time."

"But you had more letters!"

"That's because you lost the TFC."

Bella huffed in annoyance, grabbed the bags for lunch, and headed toward the door.

"Fine, you can go first, but let's go. I want to eat this before it spoils."

Edward smiled and met her at the door. He opened it for her but ran back into the kitchen.

"What are you doing?"

"Choosing my letter!" he shouted while running around the kitchen island. He grabbed the pen from the counter top and crossed out the letter Z.

"Which did you choose?" she asked as he walked back toward her.

"Z."

"Why?"

"Oh, I have plans. Trust me," he teased and gently nudged Bella out the front door.

"Bella?"

"Yes, Edward?" she sighed.

"Fifteen down."

"Really? Back to this nonsense?"

"Humor me, Bella."

"Eleven to go," she mumbled and smiled up at Edward as he grabbed the bags out of her hand and held hers with his free hand.


A/n: As you can see from above, this is the first chapter of my offer in the Fandom Gives Back Auction. Back in November, I auctioned off the 11 letters that Edward and Bella do not get to in Alphabet Weekends, and nine lovely ladies bought them at $50 apiece.

Thank you for your generosity, ladies. It's moments like this that make me proud to be a part of this fandom. :)

I was so glad to be a part of such a fantastic cause, a cause that means so much to me. A large factor as to why these took so long was because of my ten, almost eleven year old, as she likes to remind me, cousin who suffers from brain tumors due to complications caused by Multiple Sclerosis. Therefore, a foundation like Alex's Lemonade is very near and dear to my heart. Any bit that people can provide to help toward pediatric cancer/illness research means the world to me.

Thank you again for the amazing support you've all shown me and the love you gave Alphabet Weekends.

I also threw in a small homage to six FF stories by six fantastic writers in here. Can you find the references and their stories?

~Jen