SM owns Twilight, I own...well, in the grand scheme of things, not nearly as much as she does. I like to borrow her stuff and play puppet master.

This outtake was requested by InvisibleGirl009 who really shouldn't stay invisible. She wanted to know what happened when Emmett got the strange phone call at Jasper's graduation party, what was his reaction, what was happening while Bella was fighting off Mike.

So, I present to you, another Emmett-centric outtake for all of you Big Brother Bear lovers. :) Road Maps Outtake #3 S.O.S

Graduations have to be the most annoying things ever. Blah, insert big word, blah, insert another big word, freakin' blah. If it wasn't Jazzy's big day and I didn't owe Rosie big time, I'd be home with my feet propped up in front of the TV with a beer in my hand. But no, I'm in New York freakin' City listening to a bunch of academic hoity-toities spouting off inspirational hot air. Don't get me wrong, I'm no stupid idiot--I graduated from Dartmouth with honours, but I don't care enough about the shit they're spouting off about to really want to pay attention.

The only good thing about these events is the free food and booze, of which I am totally taking advantage. With Rosie up the spout, she's the DD by default. Booze it up, Emmy-boy, booze'r up.

Emmett leaned against a wall trying to blend in, which was damn near impossible. Watching Rosalie mingling with Bella and her family made him smile. My wife is one hot effin' Mama, he thought as he walked over to her.

Jasper approached them and introduced some generic blond guy to them. "Guys, this is Mike. He's been in my program since the get-go. Mike, these are my folks, my sister Rose, her husband Emmett, my sister-in-law Bella, my wife Alice, whom you've already met a million times, and her parents Carlisle and Esme."

"It's a pleasure to meet you all," he said, acknowledging each one with a handshake and a smile.

A shiver ran up Emmett's back when Mike got to Bella and he raised her hand to kiss it. "Enchantez, Bella," he said, "I hear you just matriculated yourself."

Emmett cringed—never in a million years did he think he'd hear someone make the word matriculate sound so fucking dirty. He needed to intervene. "Uh, Bella, sister o' mine, can you come help me with something?"

The look on her face spoke volumes. "Uh, Mike, I have to go. It was, uh, nice to meet you." She tried to pull her hand back and met some resistance. She tried again and was successful when she pulled hard enough to make Mike sway; seems he was a little too drunk to hold his ground.

No he didn't, Emmett thought as he watched the scene unfold. He pulled Bella to his side protectively, leading her away from the drunken douchewad.

"Thanks, Emmy," she said, exhaling loudly. "I didn't think he was ever going to let go. What a creep!"

"I'll keep an eye on him for you."

"I'd like that."

"Let's go grab more booze and grub," he said, leading her toward the buffet.

"Alice really outdid herself this time. I think party planning should have been her major, not fashion design."

"Pixie's got a gift, no doubt about that."

They huddled over by the buffet until Bella mentioned that she was feeling a little claustrophobic.

"I'm going to the bathroom, Em. Cover me," she joked.

"I got your back, Special Agent Swan."

Bella made him laugh by doing her best Charlie's Angel pose before heading off.

Carlisle and Esme beckoned him to come talk, so he staggered in their general direction. He was just telling them about poor Bella's strange Mike encounter, when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He flipped it open and saw Belly on the display.

"Hey, Belly, what's up? Miss me already?"

A muffled sound came through the earpiece. "Belly?"

His stomach dropped into his balls and all traces of alcohol evaporated from his system when through the static he could hear a few words.

"You...want..." an unfamiliar male voice said.

The next five words were clear enough to make him grab Carlisle and Jasper and run.

"I DO NOT WANT THIS!" he'd heard her shout.

"BATHROOM! NOW!" he yelled.

Emmett continued to try to hear what was happening but mostly all he heard was Bella shouting NO! and HELP! He thought he'd head a slap and he prayed she'd managed to hit whoever was in there with her.

Rosalie joined them. "Stay back, babe," Emmett said, "I don't need you and the baby getting hurt."

"Okay," she said, standing back with Alice.

The men pounded on the door and yelled for Bella. When they received no response, Emmett kicked the door open and found Bella crawling across the floor crying while DoucheMike was curled up in the fetal position cupping his balls. Atta girl, Belly, way to fight.

Bella curled up in a ball and began to rock back and forth. Seeing this sent Emmett back six years and instead of seeing Mike writhing on the floor, he saw James. He swore no one would ever hurt her again and someone had. Somebody had to pay.

His first priority was that his sister was in good hands, and he was happy to see Rose was comforting her. As he turned back to the moron on the floor, he saw red, and unleashed his fury. Jasper had to hold him back to prevent him from killing Mike.

"Dude, you've done enough. Let's get Bella out of here."

Emmett relaxed until Jasper loosened his grip and he bolted again, managing to get in one last kick before Carlisle ordered him to stop.

"Bella needs you, son, and you can't help her if you're in jail. We need to get her out of here; can you help Rosalie get her to the car?"

He nodded, knelt beside his baby sister, and picked her up. She wrapped her shaking arms tightly around his thick neck and sobbed as Alice led them out a service door so no one would stare at them. He buckled her into the Jeep, gave her a kiss and a promise to see her soon. He walked around to the driver's side to give Rose a kiss. "I'll be there soon, babe. Take care of her, okay? Call me if you need me."

Esme found him by the service door and placed a calm hand on his shaking arm. "How is she?"

"I don't know; she's pretty upset," he said, before sliding down the wall and putting his head in his hands. "Why do people keep hurting her, Esme? She's never done anything to anyone; why do they insist on trying to break her?"

Squatting down to sit beside her hulking adopted son, she threw an arm around his shoulder and squeezed. "I wish I knew, sweetie, I really wish I had an answer. She'll be okay; I don't think he physically hurt her too badly."

"It's not the physical part that I worry about; she's tough as nails. I just worry that one of these days someone is truly going to destroy her and we'll lose her."

"Have faith, Emmett. She's been through worse."

He banged his head on the wall. "I shouldn't have let her go by herself; I saw him hitting on her, I should have known!"

Emmett felt small hands on his face as Esme crouched in front of him and cradled his head. "You can't watch her 24/7; she's a grown woman now, she needs to find her independence. She's lucky to have you and Edward protecting her, but she needs to be okay on her own," she put a finger over his mouth to stop the flow of protests about to spill from his lips, "even if it means she gets scared or banged up a little. I'm not saying that it's good he attacked her—in fact, if given a chance, I'd castrate him with a rusty butter knife, but something like this can serve to make her stronger, and by the looks of Mike writhing on the ground, she handled herself just fine."

"Or break her."

"Oh, Emmett, she'll be fine in a while. Stop beating yourself up over this; it happened, it's over, now let's go find the others."

The police had arrived and were dragging Mike away. Emmett fought back the urge to kick him again; instead, he walked over to Alice and Jasper. She was crying while he tried to comfort her. He knelt in front of her and held out his arms. "C'mere, Pixie."

Alice flung herself into her arms and hugged him.

"Shh, don't cry. Bella's fine."

"It's...it's all my fault."

"How's that? Did you make Mike do it?"

"No," she sniffled.

"Then it's not your fault."

"It's my party."

"Big deal, sis. Cheer up. It's Jasper's day, let's put our party faces back on and get this shit done so we can go back to Bella. Can you do that?"

She nodded tearfully.

"That's my girl. Why don't you and Esme go get those raccoon eyes cleaned up," he said, wiping away a smudge mark on her cheek. He smiled warmly at her and gave her a squeeze.

"Thanks, Emmett," she said, hugging him back.

"Anytime."

He kissed the top of her head and sent her off to the bathroom with her mother.

Jasper fist bumped him. "Thanks, man. I thought I was starting to lose my touch—I just couldn't get her to calm down."

"It's all good, buddy. Sometimes the women just need a teddy bear to hug to feel better."

"Is Bella really okay?"

"I hope so."

Rosalie met them in the living room when they got back to the loft. Alice ran over to her. "Is she okay? I'll never forgive myself if that douchebag hurt her."

"She's bruised, scared, and upset. I figure someone is going to have to stay nearby; the nightmares are bound to start soon."

Turning to Emmett, she looked at him lovingly. "Emmett, honey, we're leaving in the morning. We're going to drive Bella home; she's in no shape to be flying. Also, DO NOT breathe a word of this to Edward; she wants to wait until she gets home. There's no need to set him off when she's pretty much okay. Are we agreed?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

A blood-curdling scream set Emmett off, jumping headfirst into Big Brother Bear mode as he ran to the guest room. It was like some sick déjà vu: Bella was thrashing and screaming in the bed. He sat beside her and pulled her into his arms. "Easy, Belly, it's okay."

Bella was so deeply asleep that she didn't wake up when he held her. He rocked her and hummed the old lullabies his mother used to sing to them when they were kids. She calmed down within minutes, her breathing slowing to a normal sleep rate, her heart no longer racing against his chest.

Rose popped her head around the corner a few minutes later to check on them. "Is she okay?"

"Yeah," he whispered, "she'll be okay. Rosie, sweetie, would you mind if I stayed here with her tonight?"

"Everyone's camping out her in the living room. Alice just went out to find a 24-hour Walmart to pick up some air mattresses. I'll go pack up the stuff at the hotel, say bye to Mom and Dad, and check out. I'll come back and sleep here with the others so we can leave first thing." She walked over to the edge of the bed and placed a kiss on her husband's forehead. "I've never met a family quite like this one."

"They're pretty awesome, aren't they?"

He looked down at his sister, ran his fingers through her damp hair, and sighed. "I thought this would have ended when James was killed. I never expected to be cradling my adult sister and rocking away the monsters.

"That Mike bastard is lucky I didn't go postal on him. If Carlisle and Jasper hadn't stopped me—I could have killed him with my bare hands."

Emmett looked up at his wife, his eyes radiating pain and sadness. "My god, Rosie, why Bella? Why does this keep happening to her?"

"She was wondering the same thing. I wish I had an answer."

Rose grabbed a quilt from the closet and covered Emmett. "Get some sleep, baby. We have a long drive ahead of us."

"It's only six hours, I'll be fine. You, however, are sleeping for two. Get that hot little ass of yours down to get some rest. Oh, could you get someone to bring me a sandwich?"

Rose kissed his lips and promised to send up a snack.

"I love you, Rosie."

"Ditto, big guy."

Emmett awoke a couple of hours later to find Bella sleeping peacefully and her phone by her ear. He picked it up to put it away but he heard someone on the other end.

"Edward? Why are you humming on my sister's phone?"

"Emmett? Is she asleep?"

He yawned. "Yeah, she is. Is she okay?"

"No Em, and she won't tell me why? Can you please shed some light on what the fuck is going on there? Why was my fiancée sobbing? Why are you coming home early?"

"Calm down, little brother. If she didn't tell you, I sure as hell won't either. I need to go before she wakes up."

Edward sighed sadly. "Em, please, is Bella okay?"

"She will be, brother. We'll see you tomorrow."

"Drive safe."

"Always. I've got the three most precious people in the world with me. Now let me get some sleep so I don't fall asleep at the wheel tomorrow."

He flipped the phone shut, put it on the bedside table and curled up with his baby sister to hopefully protect her from the horrors that haunted her dreams. Surely, if he couldn't protect her tonight at the party, he could try to protect her while she slept.

"Sleep well, Belly baby. I'm sorry. I love you."

I don't think I could ever get tired of writing from Emmett's POV. Perhaps my next fanfic will be an Emmett one (if i write another one).

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