Eyes, Look Your Last

Summary: Edward Masen and Bella Swan are beginning to settle into their new lives and careers together when the unthinkable happens. Can Edward's hazy memories bring them back together and stop him from acting upon instinct?

A/N: Well, boys and girls, welcome to the first collaboration fic from EternallyCullen and LisaDawn75. This is something we've wanted to do for a while and finally got around to it. The Twilight fandom brought us together, and now we are combining our mad skills for your will be an AU and as in canon as possible, so we hope you enjoy. In this story, Edward and Bella are approximately 25 -26 years old. The rest will be revealed in time.

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Disclaimer: We own nothing related to Twilight except some movies and books, and EternallyCullen has a ticket to the Eternal Twilight convention in the UK this coming weekend. I am so jealous. Everything else belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Ring, ring, ring. You've reached the voicemail of Edward Masen. Please leave a message at the beep. Bella drummed her fingers impatiently on her desk, waiting for Edward to answer his phone. She was at her apartment in Forks, grading her third period English class's essay on William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. She had been an English teacher at Forks High School for the past two years, ever since she had graduated from Dartmouth with her English degree.

Ring, ring, ring. You've reached the voicemail of Edward Masen. Please leave a message at the beep. She hung up and fumed. Where the hell is he? He was supposed to be here an hour ago! Bella and Edward had dinner plans in Port Angeles and had already missed their reservation. He had not told her what he was doing, but he always answered his phone. She drummed her nails on the desk impatiently and glared at the clock.

One of the strengths in their relationship, which Bella was proud of, was that they never kept any secrets from one another. If there were important issues, they would always discuss them together. Like all couples, they would fight, but it was always about stupid little things that did not really matter.

Ring, ring, ring. You've reached the voicemail of Edward Masen. Please leave a mes- Bella hung up, the seed of worry beginning to take root in her mind. Edward always answered his phone. Always. It was not like him to miss her call – especially multiple calls – and not call her back. Edward had no family for her to call, and he had not told her what he would be doing that day for her to call around and check on him. What could he possibly be doing? And who could he possibly be doing it with? Her mind began to wander to the available girls in Forks. Stop it, Bella! Edward would never cheat on you! But then, where is he?

Maybe he was giving piano lessons to a student. He was the music teacher at Forks High School and often would either tutor the kids, even in subjects not related to music, or would offer private music lessons to those who wished to further their talents. She would give him a little while longer in the event he was with a student or parent.

Bella continued making comments in the margins of the papers and quietly laughing at some of the remarks her students made. Before she knew it, half an hour had passed, and she decided to try Edward again. Perhaps his phone had been on silent.

Ring, ring, ring. You've reached the voice- Bella disconnected angrily and then felt guilty. What if something was wrong? What if he had been involved in an accident? She immediately called her father, who was the Chief of Police in Forks.

"Forks Police Department."

"Can I speak to Charlie Swan, please? It's Bella."

"Hey, Bella. How're you doing, hon?" Marge, the secretary, asked.

Bella was not in much mood for small talk, but she had to be polite. "I'm doing okay. How are you?"

"Fine. Hang on, hon. Here's your dad."

"Hey, Bells."

"Dad? You busy?" she asked, her voice quivering.

"No, what's wrong?" he asked, concern apparent in his voice.

She took a deep breath. "Dad, have you heard anything about any accidents? Edward isn't answering his phone, and I'm getting worried."

"Bells, I wouldn't worry too much. He may just be busy."

"I've been trying to get him for almost an hour and he was supposed to be here an hour and a half ago for our dinner date. He's never late. And he always answers his phone."

Charlie was silent for a moment. "I haven't gotten any calls, but I'll do some checking if that'll make you feel better."

She sighed in relief. "Yeah, thanks, Dad. I just keep thinking that he might be off in a ditch somewhere, or something, where it's hard to see him."

"Let me drive around and look. We'll find him. Don't worry."

"Thanks, Dad." Bella disconnected and waited impatiently, hoping for the signal that she had a voicemail waiting, hoping that Edward would have tried to call while she was on the phone. But, nothing. She called him again.

You've reached the voicemail of – She felt like throwing the phone against the wall, but thought better of it. She wanted to go out and look herself but knew that her father would tell her to stay at home in case Edward showed up there.

After another hour of her calling and getting that damn message, her phone finally rang. "Edward?" she asked desperately, not bothering to check the caller ID.

"No, Bells, it's me," Charlie said on the other end.

"Did you find anything?" she asked desperately. "He still isn't answering his phone."

Charlie paused. "Bella, I found his car."

Bella felt her stomach drop. "Oh, my God. And?"

"It was parked on the side of Route 101, keys gone, doors locked. It doesn't look like any foul play."

"Then where is he?" she asked, panicked.

"Bella, maybe he went hiking and left his phone in the car."

She shook her head, not thinking that he could not see her. "No, he always has his phone. Dad, something's wrong."

Charlie sighed. "All right. If you haven't heard from him in another hour, we'll start searching the woods."

"An hour?" No, that's too long, far too long! What if he's hurt... what if he's worse than hurt?

"Bella, I can't order a search and rescue until it's been several hours that the person's been missing. He might just be hiking."

"Dad, I can feel it. Something's wrong." Bella hoped that Edward would not have been stupid enough to hike alone - and that he had a good reason for being parked at the roadside. What was he doing?

"Okay, give me an hour, and then we'll start looking. In the meantime, if you hear from him, let me know."

"I will," she whispered, wiping off the tears that were silently falling down her cheeks.

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