Nyx: Did you know that I read about an author here on FFN, who has ten stories up at once? Now I don't know about you, but that kind of multitasking would drive me absolutely nuts. Like loony bin/straitjacket nuts.

Puff: You're already nuts. Nuttier than squirrel shit.

Nyx: Thanks for that, Puff. Really. So, if I did own Push or Twilight, hell if I had had a starring role in Push I wouldn't be doing this. And if I could get paid for writing fanfiction? That would be a dream come true. But unfortunately that's not in the cards. Happy reading, all!

Chapter 11.

Cassie looked like hell, her eyes red and slightly puffy, her face pale and her blonde hair was sticking to her sweaty skin. "I'm staying home with you today," I told her.

"No," she said, so hoarsely that her voice was a whisper, "I know how much you hate missing school-"

"Have you seen my GPA? I can catch up no problemo. You are my top priority," I said, feeling her forehead and cheeks. Her skin felt cold, and undeniably clammy. "I think I understand now why mom used to drink," Cassie half-laughed, though there was no mirth in it. Renee used to drink heavily while dragging us all over the country. She'd do odd jobs to earn the money for the booze, it didn't matter what.

We'd never been in school for more than several months at a time in those days, and one day we just stopped going after realizing Division could track us through school records. We had had to educate ourselves, the library becoming my second home and Cassie was all I really had. It didn't come as a surprise when mom left us behind, assuring us that it was all for our own good, and we had been angry with her for a long time until we realized that if she hadn't left us our future would have been drastically different, so much so that we would have ended up in the same place as her.

Cassie was a second-generation Watcher, but as she got older she began to get visions that were longer and far more detailed, and they got more frequent. But it took a nasty toll on her, usually coming to her at night in her sleep and holding her under for at least four hours. I was there as an anchor to the present, and every time I elected to stay home with her after these fits she protested, and the argument was a long dead one.

She didn't look so bad as she did the last time; the first one she'd had, had been within the first six months of our stay and had scared the ever-loving shit out of me when I woke the next morning to find my sister curled up in bed with a high fever, the chills, shakes and eyes so bloodshot there was not a trace of white. With each episode, the symptoms gradually got better, and now, her eyes weren't as bloodshot and she didn't get the chills any more but the fever was still high. "I'll make you some soup," I said, "and maybe some chamomile tea to help you sleep."

"You're too good to me," Cassie half-joked, her eyes closed and her breathing shallow.

"I'm just doing my job," I shrugged, wiping her face with a cool towel, she sighed and then her breathing evened out as she fell asleep. I rubbed my forehead, attempting to dispel the memories.

Same shit, different scenario.

Despite what Cassie liked to believe, we were still on the run. Forks wasn't our home it was our hiding place and sooner or later, we'd have to move on just like we did with the others. I got off the bed, the mattress creaking as my weight disappeared but Cassie remained in dream-land. I traipsed downstairs and started on the soup, chopping up vegetables and whatnot to add nutritional value.

I left it to sit and set about cleaning out the fridge to make room. Charlie's beer was moved to the bottom shelf and towards the back, he only drank a bottle or can as a treat now and then, and ever since we'd told him about Renee's drinking problem the alcohol had been sitting in the fridge, untouched. I was half tempted to throw it out but I wasn't sure about Charlie's thoughts on the matter.

When we'd first moved in it took a little while to warm-up to the thought of living in the same house, Charlie hadn't given it much thought when he asked us to stay. Truth be told, we weren't thinking either when we accepted. After so many years of running we were tired and now we had to deal with a whole other level with weird named Cullen, plus the feeling that something was mounting on the horizon left me with a bad taste in my mouth.

I fished for a pudding cup, peeling back the foil that covered it and fetched a spoon, shoveling spoonfuls of creamy chocolatey goodness into my mouth. The soup would take another couple of hours to cook, so I ended up cracking open a can of chicken noodle soup, putting the bowl of processed broth in the microwave and bringing it up to Cassie.

She was laying on her side with her mouth wide open, a little bit of drool dribbling out the side of her mouth. I rolled my eyes and shook her awake, not giving her a chance to chew me out for disturbing her nap by shoving spoonful after spoonful of soup into her mouth. She managed to finish off the bowl before scooting back under the covers and promptly going back to sleep.

I sighed and shook my head, taking the bowl back downstairs and settling in in front of the television until the soup was finished. Charlie called a few times to check on Cassie, and I told him that she was fine. Tired but fine. I zoned out while watching some random soap opera, uncaring about whether or not whats-his-face was really cheating on Melissa with the maid and whether Melissa was having a baby by someone else.

I got up once to turn off the stove before settling back in front of the TV and immediately feeling my eyes cross at the stupidity of the characters onscreen. I ended up dozing off this time, the dialogue from the television taking some part in my dreams but ended up being remixed with strange visuals.

I startled awake when the doorbell rang, glancing wearily at the cable box for the time and seeing that I had slept for hours. I stumbled off the couch and padded to the front door, ignoring the cold of the wooden floor on my bare toes. Jasper was standing on my doorstep a small stack of papers in his hand. "Let me guess, you're here to drop off my homework?" I said yawning.

"Not just yours," Jasper said, scanning me up and down, no doubt observing my attire, his lip twitching with the barest hint of a smile.

"Put it on the table," I yawned again stepping aside to let him in, my attention diverted when a honk came from the car and Alice was waving enthusiastically from the passenger seat, so much so I thought her arm was gonna come flying off. Edward was hunched over in the front seat staring out the windshield with a sour look on his face. I raised my hand in a tentative wave and looked at Jasper who was observing what little of the house he could see by his spot by the table. "Cozy," he muttered.

"You wanna cookie as a thank you?" I asked, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"Er...no," he smiled, "I appreciate the offer. But, uh, Alice wanted me to ask you if you guys wanted to come over again sometime."

"Alice, huh?" I deadpanned and he shrugged. "We'll think about it, maybe after Cassie gets better 'kay?" I ushered him out the door, getting a little too eager when I Moved the door shut rather than pushing it closed.

Cassie would shit when she found out that Jasper had seen me in my Scooby-Doo pajamas. She thought we would make a good couple while I begged to differ.

Sure, Jasper was hot and all, but I was some sort of freak of nature with the government on my ass and he was...probably a bigger freak of nature with a kinda normal life. Even though his family did a shit job at blending in.

I mean, when you're that pretty and give off those kind of vibes, you attract some kind of attention.

We couldn't afford to develop any relationships, Charlie was the exception with him having given life to us and all that jazz, having a large circle of friends or getting involved romantically with other people would place them at risk. That and it would leave a trail. Which was why I didn't think that spending anymore time with the Cullens was a good idea.

True, we could use their resources, seeing as they had money and they would be a good asset and ally to have when we were in deep shit, but again, getting tied up led to complications. I filled up the tea kettle and set it on the stove, pulling the honey from its hiding place to sweeten the chamomile. I carried the steaming mug up the stairs to Cassie's room, noticing the little frown that had taken up residence on her face while she slept and I shook her awake, helping her sit up against the headboard and handing her the cup. "Careful," I told her, sitting next to her on the bed. She took a tentative sip, smacking her lips, "Just right," she said, before taking another sip.

"Cass?" I asked, "Do you think we should keep hanging out with the Cullens?"

"It would make Charlie happy," Cassie said, "besides, we might need friends like them in the future." And you know all about the future, I thought and sighed.

"What if they ask questions?"

"What if they do?" Cassie shrugged, "Once we're for certain we can trust them, we'll tell them the truth. If not, we'll feed them some bullshit story or hedge around it. No biggie."

"You make it sound so easy," I muttered. "Jasper dropped off our homework."

"That was nice of him," Cassie said, then she noticed I was still in my pajamas, "Bella, you didn't greet him at the door in your Pjs did you?"

"I sure as hell did," I nodded with a proud grin. She rolled her eyes. "You're incorrigible by the way," I muttered, "thinking we should date."

"He likes you," Cassie said, "I know he does."

"Well he can admire from afar, 'cause I'm not going near that with a ten foot pole," I said.

"Maybe a nine foot pole?" Cassie asked hopefully.

"Nine and a half," I allowed and Cassie scoffed, taking another sip of her tea. "He's married Cass. Besides, relationships are a no-no for us. Dangerous, uncomfortable things."

"You don't know that," Cassie said, "not for sure."

"I know the consequences," I retorted, "unless you've Seen different I'm not taking any chances."

"Things might change," Cassie said softly, "you never know."

"Doesn't mean they will," I told her, "finish your tea, rest up for tomorrow." I headed downstairs to fix myself a bowl of soup for lunch, sipping on the broth and mentally giving myself a pat on the back for managing to make it edible. I went back into the living room to watch TV, setting onto the cushions with my bowl and thanking the heavens that the soap operas were over, but I changed it seeing as a talk-show had come on, discussing first-world issues and what not.

I was perfectly content to watch cartoons until my eyes bled, as long as I didn't have to hear drivel about how texting and driving was becoming a huge problem. If only there was a such a thing as too much common sense, then we wouldn't have such problems.

I remembered that I had left our homework on the table, and started to move before I decided that I simply didn't want to take it upstairs. Hell, I didn't even want to touch it. It might have Jasper's cooties all over it and if I got his cooties I might actually start to like the guy more than I really wanted to. Cooties? Really? You're not in second grade anymore, Bella.

I sighed and spent another twenty minutes watching cartoons and eating soup, before I finally decided to bite the bullet and get started on it. I cut off the TV, put my bowl in the sink and picked up the papers. Holding them on my flat upturned palm and caused the stack to levitate. I Moved the top half of the stack into Cassie's room, hearing her squeak when I let the papers drop who knows where.

"That's yours," I yelled down the hall and I could practically hear her rolling her eyes. I looked over the assignments I had, letting out a sigh and looking at the clock. If I put my nose to the grind I could probably churn out all of it by eleven, I thought. I sighed and climbed onto my bed, reaching for my pencil and pulled my notebook towards me. Nose to the grind.

Nyx: That's Chapter 11. Thoughts?

Puff: Do I have any fur stuck in my teeth?

Nyx: I'm not going anywhere near your mouth, not after what happened last time. It took weeks for my eyebrows to grow back in.

Puff: Yeah...that was not a good look for you.

Nyx: We're not getting into this discussion now. I'm assuming you've already read the chapter, now you see that box? Type something, anything then press 'go' alright? See, I'm practically on my knees.

Puff: No she's not, she's sitting up in bed.