#hes got a closet bursting with mementos and gifts and old little joys

[dykecassidy]

like i have such a deep curiosity for what jim thinks abt his time as an ant. did he love it? did he see it as part of paying his dues? did it start on one feeling and move to something else, did it change by the day? does he miss it?

[forksofwisdom]

Embers of the Sun

Pairings: Bella/Paul, eventual Angela/Leah

A/N: I’m happy to take any suggestions if you want something in particular to happen. It can be something as minor as Quill giving Embry a high five or more significant like Bella ramming Edward’s Volvo with her truck after he provided Tyler with a chance to ask her out. The whole point of writing this fic is so we can all enjoy it together!

(Note that this doesn’t mean I’m going to change the plot on demand!)

To wrap this up:

Imprinting is still a thing in this AU, BUT I’ve developed my take on it for this story. If you’re interested in knowing more about my feelings on Imprinting, you can read it here.

I’m also thinking about writing the main storyline in Bella’s POV and keeping alternating POV’s and drabbles that happen in the same universe separate so that it’s easier to navigate. Seriously, go wild with the suggestions, guys!

I’ve taken the liberty of changing the ages of some of the characters. Bella will be 19 and a senior when she moves to Forks, so only Edward and Alice are still in high school. She arrives two years later than in canon. Paul and Jared will be the same age as Bella. Sam and Emily will both be aged somewhere between 25-30 (like their actors).

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Bella closed her book with a sigh as the seatbelt sign flickered on. The plane would be landing soon. She’d passed the time reading, but the story wasn’t her usual cup of tea, preferring Jane Austen to all else. She ran her thumb over the raised picture of a spyglass on the cover in contemplation. The Collector by James Fowle was not a Victorian romance, and each page Bella read dispelled any romantic notion she might have had about such obsessive love.

Her mother had been going through one of her phases when she’d purchased it, having fancied herself to be a lepidopterist after she’d bought a collection pinned butterflies in an antique store. She hadn’t checked the back of the novel to see what it was actually about, having thought it to be a guide to butterfly collecting. Bella remembered her excited gasp when her mother realized the book was about a deranged stalker instead. Another phase bloomed, and Renée now bought every serial killer study and documentary she could get her hands on, forgetting about her beloved butterflies. She’d put her butterfly collection on display in the hallway and Bella could admit that they were beautiful in a morbid sort of way that unnerved her a little. Their colorful wings were much more appealing if they were alive and could flutter from flower to flower. Not pinned down and spread in death to an old frame.  

A stewardess asked her to put up her tray table, and Bella shoved the book into her rucksack and kicked it under the seat in front of her. She put the small cactus her mother had given her as a memento in her lap. She wondered if Renée had forgotten that she’d inherited her green thumbs, which were nonexistent, and that the climate in Forks would be the kiss of death for the plant if Bella weren’t careful.

Her stomach plummeted as the plane dipped and she closed her eyes and took deep calming breaths through her nose. She wasn’t fond of flying, preferring to keep her feet firmly on the ground, and was relieved when they landed in Port Angeles’s small airport with little fanfare.

She spent a good minute hauling her large suitcase off the conveyor belt in the baggage claim. Renée had insisted on helping Bella pack, but she’d forgotten how cold it was up North and Bella had spent a good hour putting all her shorts and tank tops back into her closet in Phoenix. While she would miss Arizona, its warmth and the anonymity that came with living in a metropolis, she had to keep an open mind about Forks, for her father’s sake. She knew she’d hurt him deeply by refusing to visit him for the last four years, demanding that he travel all the way to California to see her.

Nerves bubbled up to the surface as she walked through the arrival gates. She hadn’t seen her dad for so long, and she was riddled with guilt that the main reason she was moving to him was that she didn’t want to impose on Renée and Phil anymore. They were newly wedded, and Bella couldn’t count how many times she’d walked in on them in various compromising positions. She hadn’t hesitated to bring up Fork’s when they decided to move to Florida with Phil’s baseball career. Bella was relieved when they agreed to her plan. A few years ago, she might have felt resentful, but she’d matured enough to see their genuine wish for her happiness and wellbeing.

She would finish her last year in high school in Forks, and it filled her with tremulous excitement to live with her dad for the first time. She had the whole summer to settle down and reacquaint herself with him until school would start in two weeks.

“Bells!” Her father called when he caught sight of her. He was wearing his uniform and Bella could see that he had a few more crows feet since she’d last seen him. He opened his arm, and she hastened to him, feeling genuine happiness as she was swept up into his arms. “I missed you, sweetheart!”

“Dad!” She returned his embrace, overwhelmed by his joy at seeing her. Prolonged absence from him had made her start to doubt his affections for her. She’d imagined an awkward greeting and a quiet trip home in his police vehicle.

“How are you? Was the trip okay?” he asked her, pulling away to study her with warm eyes.

“Yeah, I’m a bit sore from sitting for so long, but otherwise it was fine,” Bella said, and he clapped her on the back.

“Well, you better stretch your legs now because it’s a long ride home,” he said, taking her suitcase from her hand and waved away her protests. “I got a surprise for you when we get home.”

“Really? You didn’t need to get me anything, dad. I’m staying with you, and that’s enough for me,” Bella said in dismay. She wasn’t expecting any gifts and hadn’t thought to get Charlie anything. It seemed ungrateful of her now that she couldn’t show him how glad she was that he’d come to pick her up.

“Oh, heck, Bells. Let an old man spoil his daughter once in a while. I haven’t seen you in so long, and I promise that you’ll need it while you’re staying here,” he said gruffly, not meeting her eyes as they walked out of the airport.

“As long as you give me your word that you won’t get me anything else I’m happy,” Bella said grudgingly.

“You haven’t changed,” Charlie said with a small amount of relief and Bella rolled her eyes. She’d never liked it when people made a fuss about her, except when it was Christmas or her birthday.

“I’ve changed plenty,” she protested.

“Yeah, your hair has gotten longer,” Charlie observed, and Bella caught the wistful note in his tone. She could remember the times she’d sat on a stool while her father trimmed her hair with a pair of shears, both singing to the tunes of the Beatles in his kitchen. Her heart warmed at the memory, and she gave him a small smile.

“Well, I didn’t have my personal barber to cut it,” she said teasingly, and Charlie brightened. They pulled out of the airport and made it onto the highway in the direction of Forks.

“Do you want me to give you a trim when we get home?” he asked after a moment of silence. He’d hesitated in bringing it up like he feared rejection and Bella was quick to reassure him.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she said quietly, staring out of the front window to avoid Charlie’s eyes. They’d never broached the subject of Bella’s distance, but this felt like a small olive branch between the both of them. She was here now.

“Good, ‘cause no daughter of mine will be seen with split ends!” he said with mock grimness, and Bella burst into laughter. She’d missed him.

He turned on the radio when the silence became strained, and a wave of nostalgia rushed over her when his old CD of classical rock started playing. Charlie hadn’t changed either, keeping the same collection of CDs in his glove compartment, and Bella took a small amount of comfort from it as they hummed to the tune.

There was an overwhelming display of green and gray that sped past their windshield, and Bella huddled deeper into her coat. She didn’t miss the cold and the wet weather of Washington, but it had been a long time since she’d seen a forest or the sea. She wondered if Charlie visited La Push anymore, remembering the times they’d spent on First Beach, or if he still fished with Billy Black and Harry Clearwater.

Her question was answered when they drove up to Charlie’s house, now Bella’s home as well, and saw two big pickup trucks in the driveway. Billy’s son, Jacob, was helping his father out into his wheelchair when Charlie greeted them cheerfully.

“What brings you here boys?”

“Sue sent us over with some more of Harry’s fish fry, told us to put it in your freezer,” Billy answered, tossing a bag of wrapped fish to Charlie, who fumbled to catch it.

“You could have handed it to me,” Charlie said wryly as he closed the distance between them to clasp Billy’s hand in greeting. Billy laughed and thumped him on the back. Charlie held up the bag. “Tell her thanks. I was all out.”

Bella swallowed her nervousness as she stepped out of the car and waved at them in greeting. She’d learned through trial and error that ‘fake it until you make it’ was the best approach to social interactions. She hadn’t seen them in three years, and Jacob had grown like a weed since then, now almost as tall as Charlie. The times for making mud-cakes had long since. A broad smile split across his face when he caught sight of her.

“Bella!” He nearly lifted her off the ground in his excitement, and Bella laughed, overwhelmed by his enthusiastic greeting. His childhood crush on her hadn’t ebbed it seemed, and she smiled at him awkwardly, uncertain how she should reciprocate without encouraging his affections.

“Let the girl breathe, Jacob,” Billy scolded and nudged him out of the way to give his own greeting, shaking Bella’s hand firmly. “My how you’ve grown! You hardly reached my waist the last time I say you.”

“She was thirteen. Besides, my daughter was never that short, Billy,” Charlie said with wry amusement as Bella gave a surprised laugh. She’d forgotten how Charlie’s dry humor made his jokes seem accidental, and it helped her loosened up as the two men bantered good-naturedly. It’d been a long time since she’d seen her father look so relaxed, having only communicated with him through brief phone calls. Both of them were reticent by nature.

“Charlie hasn’t shut up about you Bella, ever since you told him you were coming here,” Billy teased.

“Oh, come on. There’s no need to exaggerate,” Charlie said and turned away from them with a light blush. “Keep it up, and I’ll slip you into the mud.”

“Not if I ram you in the ankles first,” Billy warned, and Charlie jumped back when he pretended to make good on his threat. Bella couldn’t believe that two adult men, one of them being the Chief of Police, were fooling around in the middle of a street like a pair of rowdy boys.

“Are they always like this?”

“Unfortunately. Come on, you’re gonna love this, Bella,” Jacob said and grabbed her hand to lead her over to the behemoth truck resting beside the one the Blacks had arrived in. He patted it. “Charlie got you a homecoming present.” Bella felt a burst of excitement when she realized that this must be Charlie’s surprise.

“Dad?” she called him over, hardly believing that he’d gotten her a car. She forgot her dismay at Jacob’s casual touch when she saw Charlie’s nod. “I can’t believe you!” She rushed over to the driver’s seat and pulled open the heavy door to climb inside.

“Yep, I just bought it off of Billy,” Charlie said, and Jacob hopped up and hung onto the side to watch her admire the console and test the steering wheel. Then she noticed that something was missing.

“Um, where’s the gear stick?” she asked when she didn’t find it sticking out of the floor like she was used to.

“Oh, it’s a 'three on the tree,’” Jacob explained and leaned over her to point out the shift which was positioned behind the steering wheel.

“I’ve never driven a car like this,” Bella admitted, flummoxed at the design. She’d been prepared to drive a manual car, used to her mother’s battered old Toyota back home.

“It’s old, a 1953 Chevy, but Jacob here fixed it up. I thought you’d rather drive yourself to school instead of getting a lift in my police car,” Charlie said with a grin and Bella returned it with apprehension. She was touched by his thoughtfulness because she’d dreaded to deal with the attention that came with having the Chief of Police as a chauffeur. Considering the mortification of being nineteen-years-old opposed to eighteen and still in high school, the sentiment was appreciated.

“Yeah, it should run smoothly but don’t hesitate to call me if something comes up,” Jacob said, his face glowing with pride. “I’ve been driving one like this for years so I can teach you how to drive it.”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that since you only got your permit back in January,” Charlie said, and Jacob glanced at the shining badge on his chest sheepishly.

“I’ll remember that,” Bella said, and privately wondered if she could teach herself automobile repairs. It was a handy skill to have, and Jacob’s obvious crush was making her a little uncomfortable. She’d always thought of him as the younger brother she’d never had.

“I don’t have a shift so why don’t we go for a test drive tomorrow,” Charlie offered.

“Yeah, why don’t you come to the Rez,” Jacob said, turning to her with the full force of his smile. “It’ll be like old times!”

“Why not,” Bella agreed, infected by their combined enthusiasm. She chided herself for making plans to avoid him and made herself promise to treat Jacob with fairness. He was the only person her age she knew and had always been welcoming during her short visits.

“Good, good,” Billy said and clapped his son on the back. “We need to get going, son. Sue needs that garden hose, and I’m not prepared to face her wrath if we keep her waiting any longer.”

“Bye, Bella,” Jacob said with reluctance but took care of Billy’s wheelchair after he hefted himself into their truck.

“We’ll see you tomorrow,” Charlie called as he carried Bella’s suitcase into the house. Bella stood awkwardly as she waited for the Black’s to leave and smiled weakly when Billy rolled down his window.

“Charlie missed you, Bella,” he said, and she blushed as they pulled out of the drive.

Bella retrieved her cactus from Charlie’s car and made her way inside. Nothing had really changed; Charlie’s armchair was still in front the TV inside the living room, the walls painted a light blue, and the old ship in the bottle was even mounted above the fireplace.

Bella stopped to examine the pictures taken throughout the years of them together. The sight of her parents holding her as a babe and Renée’s dim eyes and tired smile while Charlie looked happier than Bella had ever seen him sent a jolt through her and she moved on. The one hanging at the base of the stairs showed a much lighter memory; Charlie giving a six-year-old Bella a piggyback ride while she beamed with a gap-toothed smile. Above it was a picture of a pre-teen Bella smiling awkwardly at the camera with Jacob’s arm around her hunched shoulders, and sharing its frame was a picture of her and Charlie eating off of plastic plates on a park bench. They were both laughing at something, and Bella remembered that Billy had taken the photo during her last visit when they’d had a picnic in La Push.

“I left everything like it was the last time you were here,” Charlie said when Bella found him in her room. He scratched the back of his neck and gestured around. “You’re free to change it as much as you like.”

“Thanks, dad.” She set her cactus on the windowsill, hoping the heat from the radiator and the sliver of sunlight would be enough to keep it alive.

“I cleared some shelves in the bathroom as well,” he continued. Bella nodded, and they shared a moment of strained silence, both trying to figure out what to say. Charlie finally cleared his throat. “I’ll let you get settled in. Call if you need anything.”

Bella nodded, grateful that he didn’t intend to hover and set to unpacking. She hefted her suitcase onto her bed and frowned when her nose was assaulted by the sickly sweet smell of strawberries and cheap sunscreen. It was not a pleasant combination. Bella pulled aside the first article of her clothing and cursed when she saw the white goopy mess.

“Ugh!” The tap on the bottle of sunscreen Renée must have snuck into her bag had cracked, and the air pressure had caused her supply of shampoo to burst. Bella threw down her shirt. “Dad, we got a bomb alert!”

“What!” Charlie shouted. Bella poked her head out of her room when she heard him thunder up the stairs.

“No! My shampoo exploded,” she exclaimed. He was fumbling with the walkie-talkie that was clipped to his uniform. Charlie liked to keep it on his person, even when he was off duty.

“Honey, you cannot do that to me.” He slumped against the rail with a sigh and put a hand to his chest as he tried to calm his heart. “I thought you were serious.”

“Sorry,” she grimaced, holding up a t-shirt that smelled overwhelmingly of strawberries. “Think my whole suitcase can fit inside your washing machine?”

Thankfully her white cotton shirt escaped unscathed, but the same could not be said for her jeans. Charlie helped her load everything into the machine and showed her how to turn it on.

“Why don’t you call your mom to let her know how your trip went and then we’ll eat dinner,” he asked. The sun had already set, but Bella knew her mother would be waiting to hear from her. Arizona was only one hour ahead of Washington, but Renée and Phil had a flight to Jacksonville early next morning. Bella didn’t have a cell phone, but Charlie kept a cordless landline, so she sat on her bed and listened to the dial tone.

“Bella, it that you, honey?” her mother’s voice crackled through when she picked up.

“Hey, mom.”

“How was the trip? Did you have any trouble during your layover in Seattle? Did Charlie come to pick you up?” Renée asked, sounding doubtful when she mentioned her ex-husband.

“Yes, yes. Everything went well. Charlie was waiting for me in Port Angeles, just like we’d discussed,” Bella reminded her. She wondered if other divorced parents were as occupied with being the better parent like Renée. “Did you put sunscreen in my bag?”

“I’m not sure. Why? Did you need it?” Renée asked distractedly.

“No, there was a tube in my suitcase, and it burst.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, honey!” Renée exclaimed. “I just thought that you might need it, you know if you decided to go to the beach - the one in La Push. You know that you can still get a sunburn even if it’s cloudy.”

“No, it’s fine, mom.” Bella didn’t dispute, having heard her mother’s lectures on the importance of protecting one’s skin to prevent cancer many times before. She changed the subject. “How’s the packing going?”

“Oh, Phil’s loading the moving truck as we speak. He’s been a godsend these past few days. You know how awful I am at packing,” she laughed, successfully diverted.

“Yeah.” Bella was relieved she hadn’t inherited her mother’s hoarding tendencies. They spoke for a moment.

“I can hear Phil calling. It was nice hearing from you, sweetie.” Renée said abruptly. “Call me if you need anything!”

“Bye, mom,” Bella said and sighed when she was met with the dial tone. She rolled out of bed and went to join her father.

Charlie was standing by the stove, poking the boiling potatoes with a fork to see if they were ready while two portions of Harry’s fish heated in a pan.

“Can you put the rest of this is the freezer?” He gestured at the bag Billy had brought which lay on the dining table. She picked it up and felt her brain stall when she saw the contents of his freezer. It was packed with frozen pre-cooked meals. With a huff, Bella put the fish in and turned to Charlie.

“How are you still alive, dad?”

Charlie barked out a surprised laugh, looking away sheepishly. “I usually eat at the diner.”

“Not while I live here,” Bella muttered as she lay the table. Charlie rolled a couple of potatoes onto their plates and divided the fish into two portions. They sat down and ate in companionable silence.

“I’m going grocery shopping as soon as possible. I can’t have you dying on my watch,” Bella said after she swallowed the last of her dinner.

“Take as much money as you need from the jar,” Charlie said good-naturedly, sitting back in his chair and pushing his empty plate away.

“Thanks, dad.” Bella took their empty plates to the sink. Charlie had gotten a dishwasher, and she started to clean up.

She was washing the frying pan when Charlie drew her attention by pulling out a chair and holding up his old pair of shears. “We’re still doing this aren’t we?”

“Yeah, just let me go and wash my hair,” Bella said. Charlie took the pan from her hands to dry it with a dish towel. She took a quick shower and used the remnant of her strawberry shampoo. Bella made a mental note to restock soon, or else she’d have to use Charlie’s scentless stuff.

She came downstairs, having dressed in a sweatshirt and a ratty pair of gym shorts she found in her old wardrobe. She handed Charlie her hairbrush as she dried her hair with a towel so she wouldn’t drip water everywhere. Neither of them spoke as Charlie trimmed a good two inches of her hair. The silence was only interrupted by the soft croon of the radio and the occasional gurgle of the dishwasher. The snips of the scissors relaxed Bella to the point where she started to doze off.

She yawned and startled when Charlie tapped her on the head. She was exhausted. He took the towel from her shoulders so she could stand up.

“Thanks, dad,” Bella said and rubbed the bleariness from her eyes with another jaw-breaking yawn.

“I’ll take care of the cleanup, Bells. You should get some rest,” Charlie murmured, and Bella nodded in agreement. She stumbled up to the bathroom and brushed her teeth sluggishly.

Bella melted into the mattress her new - old - bed. The exertion of her travels made itself known, and she listened to the soft sound of the game Charlie was watching in the living room as she drifted off. She was out like a light in a matter of minutes.

Next update: The Swan family visit La Push. (chapter 2)