Renesmee Cullen is sixteen years old, and starting high school for the first time in Rochester, New York.  The Cullens (plus their favorite werewolf) have moved away from Forks.  But their quiet forever after is complicated by the rising romantic tension between Nessie and Jacob, and a sinister puzzle that could have implications for the entire vampire world.

Canon-compliant sequel to Breaking Dawn.  

Bella has the gift of second sight. After a tragic accident her world collides with Edward's. She is expecting him, but he is not ready for her.

An exploration of Edward's growing feelings for the woman he is, at first, salivating to consume.

*** A/U Mostly Canon pairings. Vampire/Human/Wolfpack *Will contain Lemons in later chapters*

**Indie Twific Nominee**

Thanks to the superbly talented FrozenSoldier for the absolutely perfect banner.

She happens to be stuck on the side of the road, car engine smoking.  He happens to be driving back from a conference.  Can an accidental meeting really mean a second chance at happiness?  Or . . . not?

 "I . . . I'm waiting for someone.  He should be here shortly."  Dammit Catherine, you have to do better than that.

 "He went to, uh, go to the bathroom." Stupid.  I tried to figure out if I could make it past him.  I wondered how long it would be before I would see anyone else on the trail.  He didn't look very big, maybe my height.  I think I could get around him if I faked him to the right and then went left . . .

"No.  I don't believe he did."

"Yes, he's just over . . ."

He was a mere step in front of me before I finished my blink.  "No, you're traveling alone.  Not very prudent.  You never know who you might meet . . . in a place like this."

His hand reached out to caress my face.  I couldn't move.  I should've jumped his hand was so cold, but I didn't, as he brought it across my cheek, down across my jawbone, stopping on my neck.  I could feel his breath as he leaned in and whispered,

 "I'll be waiting for you."

Note:  While this is first and foremost a love story, it contains dark themes, language, and some lemons.  If you are sensitive to rape or sexual assault, I suggest you do not not read.

Thanks to Alexis Danaan for her rib-cracking wit, superhuman writing skills, general greatness, and for keeping an old, I mean more mature, chick writing.

Thanks to my pal Megan, the rabid Twins fan, for her editing prowess, secret workplace meetings to discuss, um, work, and for not blushing when talking about . . . well, you'll see.

And to my Bossman, who as a male familiar with Twilight, lied and said he wanted to read this, and for enduring all of the lovey-dovey shit.

A thousand thank yous to all who voted for this little fic, and to the judges for a fantabulous contest.