Don't own it

Okay. I am going to play around with this Bella OC thing. This takes place after Bella and Edward come back from Italy and he tells her he won't turn her. Instead of a family vote Bella takes a different approach. It's going to be kinda romancy I guess you could say. I like to write what I know somewhat so I am going to stick to Texas for part of this story. I have had this story in my mind for a few months but needed an OC to pull it off. I couldn't fit it with an existing vampire. So that said I realize this won't be reviewed much but I am going to have fun with it anyway. If anybody cares I kind of picture my OC looking like Bradley Cooper. Since I formed this idea while watching the A Team. That's probably the only reason. He just seemed like a fun guy to write into a story.

Chapter 1

Hide a way Lake Texas


"I think you should have charged him more." I heard my older sister, Steph mumble from the passenger seat.

"I charged him the same as I charge everyone for that table, Steph." I replied to her unwanted comment.

"You should raise your prices."

"And you should mind your business and let me worry about mine."

"You don't have to be an asshole about it. I was just making a suggestion. You do really good work. Your stuff is a helluva lot better than they sell at that unfinished furniture store in Tyler. He would have paid twice that much there. I just don't like seeing my baby brother get takin advantage of."

"Yeah, and he couldn't afford those prices. He got what I told him I would make him and he paid what I asked. Now leave it alone."

She really doesn't get me sometimes. I don't know what the hell her problem is. Yeah I do. Mom and Dad spoiled her ass.

I enjoyed what I did. I liked working with my hands. I had been making furniture since I was 15 years old. I was damn good at it too. Stephanie hasn't done a damn thing with her life except get married, have a kid, get beat by her drunk sorry ass husband, damn near get me thrown in jail for beating his sorry ass half to death, and then moving in with our parents all at the age of 26. Now that our parents are dead it has fallen to me to take care of her spoiled ass.

"I'm sorry Bo. You're right. I'm just…I don't know. I just feel restless, you know? You ever get that feelin?"

Did I? Every damn day. It's not that I minded my life. It was pretty good. Work for myself. Work from home. I never had a problem getting a date for the night if I wanted one. I had pretty good friends. But that was it. That was life. No real excitement. No great romance. No adventure.

I wanted an adventure. Course living in the middle of East Texas near a place called Hide-a-Way Lake, ain't exactly the right place to find adventure.

"Looks like somebody ran off the road up ahead." Steph mentioned casually. I looked down the road and didn't see anything.

"What the hell are you talking about Steph? I don't see a car on the side of the road."

"We just passed it. Tire tracks going into the grass on the side of the road. Looked like somebody drove off damn near into the trees. Must have been a drunk son of a bitch. There ain't a car there now though."

I slowed my truck down. I don't know why. To this day I don't know why. But I had to find out what those tracks were leading to.

"What the hell are you doing Bo? I got to go pick up Hunter from school."

"Hold on a bit, Steph. I want to check these tracks out." I told her, turning around. Pulling off to the side of the road I could see what it looked like to her. A drunk drove off the road into a ditch. Grass was still bent so it probably happened last night. Problem was there were no skid marks on the asphalt. The tracks were steady. More like someone pulled off. This was a damn strange place to pull off though. No driveways. No pastures. No gates. No houses. Just a lot of fucking pine trees on the other side.

"I'm gonna take a look in the woods, Steph. You stay here."

"Fuck you, Bo. Now you got me spooked. I'm comin with you."

"Of course you are." I mumbled under my breath.

I followed the tracks. Nothing but pine needles under trees as soon as they ended. I walked about twenty feet into the woods and saw a body face first lying on the ground.

"Bo is that…?"

"Be quiet, Stephanie." Usually when I say her full name she knows it's time to shut the hell up. I looked around and didn't see anyone around. No ground being disturbed. I can't believe I let my gun in the truck. Birds chirping.

I walked slowly up to the body, trying not to disturb the ground. She looked dead. At least she wasn't moving. She had on a thick jacket so it was hard to tell if she was breathing. I had seen enough TV shows to know if she was dead, the scene didn't need to be disturbed any more than necessary. Of course this may be out of the Lindale Police Department's league. Tyler would probably take this one if she was dead.

I knelt down next to her body and felt the side of her neck. She was warm. I mean she was cool but not dead cold. Just like she had been laying here most of the night. I saw the shine in her hair wasn't her natural brown hair. It was blood. She had taken a nasty hit to the back of the head. There was blood but it seemed but mostly dry.

I placed my hand on her back and felt her shallow breaths.

"Shit Bo, is she dead?"

"No. She's alive. But we need an ambulance. Get my cell from the truck and call 911. Call Anna and tell her to pick up Hunter."

Steph to her credit didn't say a word. I heard her leaving to do as I said.

I thought about rolling her over to at least get her face out of the dirt. Since she wasn't dead I don't suppose it would matter.

"Hey girl. Girl. Wake up."

She started moaning. I gently rolled her over and brushed the dirt off her face. Then she opened her eyes and I was caught. Damn she had pretty brown eyes.

"Who are you?" she whispered, staring up at me.

"My name is Bo Walker, ma'am. What's your name?"

She seemed to be thinking hard for a second. Or that could have been a headache from the big bump on her head. She finally opened her mouth again.

"I have no idea who I am."


I was two seconds from freaking out. I was surrounded by very tall trees. My head hurt. I was on the ground. I had this gorgeous pair of green eyes staring down at me. He was smiling. He had dark blonde hair, kind of shaggy. Beautiful smile. He was gently brushing dirt off of my face.

He said his name was Bo. He asked me my name.

My two seconds were up. I was officially freaking out.

I started hyperventilating. Then I felt his hands on my face.

"Calm down there darlin. Calm down. I'm sure you are just a little shaken up. Take a few deep breaths. There is an ambulance on the way. We will get you better. It will all come back to you."

I tried to stand and suddenly felt like vomiting. I fell back to one knee.

"Hold on there. Take it easy. Why don't we sit here till the police get here, okay?" Bo said in the calmest voice. It seemed like a good idea.

I jumped when I heard her voice.

"The police and ambulance are on their way. Holy Shit! Is she up?"

"Nope." Bo answered her.

"You ain't got to be such a smart ass all the time."

"Hey, this is my sister Stephanie. She is with me, okay? She called to get you some help."

I nodded my head but could feel my eyes already closing.

I woke up tied down to a stretcher in what I could only guess would be in the back of an ambulance. I saw a paramedic starting an IV. I guess the poke is what woke me up.

"Hey there sleeping beauty." I turned my head and saw Bo there on the bench next to me. He was still smiling. I tried to smile back but don't know if I succeeded.

I woke up in what I suppose was the ER. A doctor was shining a light in my eyes. It hurt.

"Hello there. Welcome back."

"Where am I?"

"East Texas Medical Center, Tyler, Texas." The doctor answered.

Did I live here?

"Do I live around here?"

"I don't know miss. Do you? What is your name?"

"I don't know."

"Told you, Doc." A voice from beside the bed, spoke up.

I turned my head and there he was.

"Do we know each other?" Maybe he was my husband. No. I'm 18. I know I'm 18.

"No ma'am. We just met this morning when I found you taking a nap in the woods." He smiled. He had a really beautiful smile. Have I thought that before?

"Ma'am, what is the last thing you do remember?" the doctor asked.

I thought about it. Surely I would remember something. I knew I was 18. I didn't…that was it? It was a blank. I felt like crying.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. No need for all that. Just relax." Bo said quietly from the corner.

"I know I am 18. That's it. I don't know my birthday. I don't know my name. I don't remember my life! What the hell is wrong with me? Why does my head hurt so badly?" I nearly screamed at the doctor.

"Listen Miss. Just relax. This young man found you on the side of the road this morning. You were knocked out in the woods and you have a pretty severe contusion on the back of your head. We are going to have you take an MRI and an EEG. We will figure it out. Until then we are going to admit you and see what we can find out. The police will probably want to talk to you to see if they can figure anything out. Check your fingerprints to see if we can get an ID on you. See if there are any missing person's posters out there, we may have seen. If you are missing from around here we will find out pretty quick.

A nurse took me to my room. Bo came with me.

"You don't have to stay with me. I'm sure you have a life or something to get back to." It was sweet and I really did want him to stay. He was the only friend I had right now. But I didn't want to be a burden.

"Nah, seeing as how I work for myself. I can pretty much do what I want. Since I found you I think I will stick with you till we can find out where your people are."

"My people?"

"Yeah, your people. Friends, family, that sort of thing."

"Oh of course."

"You know judging by your lack of an accent, you aren't a yankee and you aren't a southerner and I am going to go out on a limb and say you aren't a Texan either. You sure as hell ain't a Cajun, thank God. You could be a northern land thief."

"A land thief?'

"Yeah. Oklahoman. But I doubt it. Probably somewhere Midwest. Don't worry. The police will find out where you are from."

As if it was timed, an older man in a suit walked in.

"Is this our mystery woman?" He asked, smiling at me. He had gray hair, slightly overweight, looked around 50.

"I suppose I am."

"Don't suppose you can tell me how you got into our neck of the woods."

"No sir. I have no idea."

"My name is Detective Fred Bronkowski. I'm with the Tyler PD missing persons unit. I'm the one who is going to help figure out where you come from little lady. Are you the man who found her?"

"Yeah. Bo Walker." Bo reached out his hand and the officer shook it.

"What the hell were you doing out there son?"

"My sister noticed some tire tracks on the side of the road going up to the trees. Looked fresh and I didn't see a car there. Thought I would take a look."

"Based on that?"

"I wasn't in a hurry so I thought what the hell." Bo shrugged his shoulders.

"Well I guess it's a good thing you did. You didn't find no ID or anything?"

"Nope. Didn't see any lying around. Of course I didn't check her."

"Was there anything on me?" I asked, hopefully..

"Nope. Not one bit of ID. Don't worry though. I am going to take your picture and run it through a missing person's database nationwide to see if we ever get a hit. We are also going to run your fingerprints. See if anything comes up."

I sat back, sort of relieved and a little worried. What if it didn't work? What if no one was looking for me? No ID. No way of getting a job without ID. No money. No idea where to go for help. Guess I would have to rely on myself.

The officer took my prints and my picture. A nurse took me to an MRI machine. I said by to Bo, thanking him for everything he did for me. He just smiled. I guessed I wouldn't see him again. That didn't help my mood. I mean it's not every day you get woken up by a gorgeous guy. The machine bothered me a little bit but not so much that I panicked. The tech asked me if I was claustrophobic and I told him I didn't know.

Guess I wasn't.

When I got back to the room I saw Bo sitting by my bed.

"Your still here." I told him pointing out the obvious.

He looked down at his lap.

"You are right. I am still here. What the hell am I doing?" He looked panicked and then smiled.

Despite the situation I found myself in, I smiled back.

"Not that I am complaining but why are you still here? I'm sure you have better things to do."

"Nope. Not at the moment. I was thinking of getting some crappy hospital food and having dinner with you. Maybe watching a little TV. What television shows…ahh…nevermind! We can watch anything. Even re runs are going to be new for you."

"You are kind of a smart ass, aren't you?" I grinned.

"Maybe. A small bit. Not too bad though. Look I found you so I am going to stick with you until we can get you back to where you belong, alright? You want me to leave, say the word and I will pretend to not be around and watch you from a distance."

Laughing, I looked him in the eyes.

"I'm sure a guy like you has a girlfriend. Wasn't there a girl when you found me?"

"That's my sister Stephanie. No, I don't have a girlfriend. So why don't you relax and tell me if you can name these shows."

He began clicking through channels. I didn't remember them. Any of them. This was going to be bad.

Police intake technician POV

I hated this fucking job. I hated it with a passion. When I was hired I thought I would be going to crime scenes and doing CSI shit. Nope. Stuck in a room and scanning fingerprints and photos.

I went to college for this? Hell I could have done this at a photography studio.

I heard the knock on the door. Must be Bronkwoski. He's the only one who bothers to knock.

"What's up Fred?"

"Hey Tony. Need you to scan these photos and fingerprints and put them on the wire. Girl has no ID and no idea who she is or where she came from. If you get a hit let me know."

"No problem, Tony." He handed me the fingerprint cards and photo. Pretty girl. I bet somebody is missing her.

I placed the photo and card on my desk and was about to turn the scanner on when someone else barged through the door. Fucking Stewart.

"Whats up Tony? I got a lot of work for you here. New faces from the gang unit. We need IDs ASAP.

"Put them on top of the card on my desk. I'm going to go ahead to lunch I suppose. I will get them all scanned and ran when I get back." If I was going to do this it would take me the rest of the afternoon. May as well have some lunch and get a fresh start. I placed the stack on top of my file cabinet.

I returned from lunch to get started. I grabbed the stack of papers on top of the file cabinet. Stewart busted in and knocked the stack from my hands. Asshole!

"You got my IDs?"

"I just got back from lunch, you dick. Now they are all over the ground. Why the fuck don't you knock?"

"Just get me the IDs. All twelve of them." He slammed the door on the way out. Fucking gang guys think they are so bad ass.

I bent down and started picking up the photos. Something wasn't right. Didn't he say there were twelve of them? Maybe one slid under the file cabinet. I didn't feel like getting on my stomach to look so I counted. Yep. Twelve photos. Better get busy before that asshole comes back.


"Charlie is coming back."

"Yes, I can hear his car from the road. It does have a distinctive sound." Carlisle responded.

"He doesn't have any new information."

"Of course not. If he did he wouldn't be trying to press us for information we don't have."

"If Jacob Black hadn't told him Bella ran off with Alice, we wouldn't be in this situation." Emmett grumbled.

"No, if Edward had just turned her, we wouldn't be in this situation." Jasper added. I couldn't disagree. This entire disaster was my fault.

I took a deep breath remembering the last time I saw Bella. It was two weeks ago. I was in her room after Charlie had grounded her for life when we returned from Italy. She talked about turning. I told her I wouldn't do it. She brought up the Volturi. I told her I would protect her. She asked who would protect Charlie. I told her I would do that as well. She told me to get out. I left. I should have stayed outside. Instead I was confused. Frustrated. Happy to be with her, but back to the same situation we found ourselves in before. Now it was worse. It wasn't as simple as turning her down now. The Volturi were involved. The next morning, Charlie Swan was at our door with a warrant to search the premises. Bella had left in the night. Her truck was gone. Her clothes were gone. Most of them anyway. While Charlie was searching the house for Bella, I ran to her room. Nothing seemed out of place. No sign of a struggle. No smell of other vampires was in the air. I could smell the one thing guaranteed to catch my attention. The smell of Bella's blood. It was under her bed. I looked and saw an envelope under the mattress. An envelope that simply had Edward written on it. She had placed a drop of her blood on the envelope, knowing I would find it.

The letter simply told me that she never wanted to see me again. It was over. She would be leaving to protect Charlie and hide from the Volturi and I was not to follow her.

Of course I followed her. Outside to where her truck had been. She couldn't be that far. It had only been 6 hours since I saw her. But I had no idea which direction she may have gone. I ran home, hoping Alice would have an idea of where to look.

She had nothing.

Charlie was obviously furious.

"Let me get this straight. My daughter disappears for three days with Alice. You come back with her. She says she went with Alice because of a misunderstanding the two of you had. She goes up to bed and the next morning she is gone again and you are telling me you have no idea where she is. None of you?"

"I promise you Chief Swan, we have no idea where she might be. Edward was at home all night. As were my children." Carlisle offered. Charlie wasn't buying it.

"I know you and your family had something to do with it. You are not to leave town until my daughter is found. If you do, I swear I will have every one of your photos all over the national news. You understand me?"

"Of course Charlie. We would never leave before Bella was found and safely returned to you." Esme said, trying to calm him down. Charlie walked out without anther word. Jacob Black followed afterward.

"I can't smell her near here. You changed her. You broke the treaty."

"We don't know where she is Jacob." I said quietly.

"Bullshit! You know exactly where she is. She is changing into a blood sucking leech right now, isn't she?"

"Jacob, if she was, don't you think one of us would be with her? We are all here. You haven't smelled her around our house. If we changed her wouldn't it make sense for us to go somewhere far away where you couldn't find us and change her there? Never return to Forks?"

Black could apparently see reason. He was still suspicious. The Pack kept a close eye on us.

Still no one had a clue for a week. At least until Charlie Swan finally caught a break.

I listened to his thoughts outside the station. He wouldn't give us details about the case since he considered us suspects. I had to find out on my own.

Bella's truck had been discovered on the side of the road abandoned and burned in Southern Indiana. No license plates on the truck. Her wallet and clothes were found in the truck. The truck was towed to a wrecking yard as an unclaimed vehicle.

Charlie drove to Indiana immediately. I followed from a distance.

We learned at some point her truck was burned on the side of the road in Indiana. The remains of her purse, ID and luggage were in the truck. The name was unrecognizable on the driver's license but the photo was somewhat clear. It was hers. She was out in the world, with no ID, no clothes. She didn't walk out of here. She was taken. Her truck was pulled over on the side. Flat tire? Broke down? Out of gas?

For whatever reason she stopped her truck here. Now she was gone.

Now Charlie Swan was back. Since he had no leads he spent every waking hour tracking our whereabouts after we left Forks the first time. Jasper and Emmett were staying quite busy making new identities, addresses and school and employment records for Los Angeles.

We smelled him immediately. Jacob Black was with him. Great. The boy had become obsessed with Bella after we had left. If I couldn't read his mind I would think he kidnapped her to get her away from the evil vampires.

No. Bella left me. She had enough of me. She said she never wanted to see me again. She was heading south to get away. To protect Charlie. To disappear.

It was looking more and more like someone helped her disappear on her journey.

I honestly did not think I would ever see her again. I had promised Esme I would never go to the Volturi again. I had promised Bella I would never try to kill myself again. I suppose it was only right. I would have to live without her. I would have to live with the pain. The same pain I put her through when I left that I saw so clearly in Jacob's mind.

Charlie knocked on the door and Esme and Carlisle answered. I stayed back.

"Good morning Chief Swan. Any new leads on Bella?" Carlisle asked, giving his customary greeting.

Charlie didn't respond to our inquiry about Bella. Instead he looked at Carlisle like he was excrement and simply said…

"You can leave."

"Excuse me?"

"I told you, that you couldn't leave until Bella was found. I don't believe now that you took her. So you can leave town."

Charlie turned around and got back to his cruiser. Jacob Black glared at us from the passenger's seat.

Carlisle turned to me.

"What was that all about?'

"He can find nothing on us dealing with our past that is unusual. He cannot find any new leads on Bella. He wants us to leave so he can follow us. Jacob Black has him convinced we have something to do with this." I told Carlisle.

"We do." Rose murmured in the background. She had been unusually quiet. She blamed herself for telling me prematurely that Bella was dead before Alice could confirm it.

"We are all involved Rose. But this is my fault." I whispered.