"Never Let Me Go."

Hello again readers!

So, I am (partially) back, and I have re-written this story. I would like to write up a few more chapters before I start updating newer chapters, but I thought I should put up the re-written chapters now, as thanks for sticking by the story.

I would also like to thank every single person who has read, reviewed, followed, favourite and recommended this story! It makes my day when I saw I had a new review, and encouraged me to get onto re-writing.

Important: I should also note that in this story there will be no Bella (Spencer)/Edward/Jacob love triangle. I didn't want to add that in because I would be doing one with Toby and Edward, and having her go through two separate ones didn't really work for me.

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"Bella, Love, come downstairs for a moment." Edward smiled at me, from the bottom of the stairs. I smiled back and rushed down, flying into his arms. Or so I'd like to have imagined.

I tripped down the last couple of steps, clumsily falling into his arms. Unfortunately for me, this did not go unnoticed by Emmett, who simply laughed and said nothing. He will wait until he can use it either against me or to embarrass me.

"Bit excited are we?" Edward looked at me, humour in his eyes.

"You have no idea" I mumbled, hiding my face in his chest. That calmed me down a bit, he smelled nice, like really nice.

We got into his Volvo, and headed off to Port Angeles. We had a few last minute errands to run for our wedding, so we decided to do it today, as it would be sunny out over the rest of the week, and then it would be cutting it too soon to the wedding to get anything done. Our wedding's in two weeks. It was only going to be a small wedding – much to Alice's disappointment – at the Cullen's home. We'd say our vows then have a ceremony, with a pretty decent cake – much more to my taste than to Alice's extravagant ideas – and we'd dance away the night before heading off on our honeymoon, something I was very excited about. A lot of the guests coming have been invited from the Cullen's, I had simply invited Charlie, Renee, Phil, my friends from Forks High, Jacob and some of the Quileute pack. I would have loved for the others to be there for my big day, with their witty remarks, but they can't come, or know for that matter.

And Jacob. He's been missing for a couple of months now. While we hadn't known each other since we were little, when I came to Forks – before everyone knew I would be attending the school – we had formed a strong friendship, and I missed him a lot. I had tried finding him, but after the first couple of weeks Seth Clearwater showed up at my door and said that Jake will come home when he's ready, and I wouldn't be able to find him until he's ready to be found, and he would tell me as soon as he heard anything. So, with a heavy heart, I stopped looking and kept him in my thoughts, but there was still no news on him, not since the newborn battle at least. He stuck around, of course, but that was the last time I had heard from him directly. When I told him of Edward's and Mine Engagement.

This brings us to Edward. Ever since the newborn battle, our relationship has gotten stronger. We're not as careful around each other anymore; we joke around a lot and do a lot more normal things as a couple should. I guess, now that we don't have a threat hanging over us anymore –except for the Volturi and my little secret – we can afford to relax, to breath and just live. It was very refreshing. Charlie's gone around to forgiving him too, the amount of care he's shown for me; his 'fake daughter' has been overwhelming. He's kept me sane really; telling me that the cops back home were handling it, that I was safe and I would be able to talk to my parents and friends in no time. He knew everything that was going on, but I had asked him not to tell me anything other than strictly need-to-know, not that he would have anyway, but it's easier for me to not hear anything at all, rather than hear everything and not be able to do a thing.

And here I am, in a car with Edward to plan our wedding. At the age of eighteen, it was something I had never in a million years thought I would do. But I was excited, ready for the next adventure in my life.

Hanna's P.O.V

"Hey Hanna, can you pass me my computer please." Mom called from the kitchen. Walking in, I saw her, on her phone tapping away furiously, a worried frown smothering her face. She cleared her face as soon as she saw me.

I raised my eyebrow. "Did Ted send another Text you can't read? Need something to text back?" Seriously that man needs to lay off all the big words; our family doesn't do big words.

"No it's….Nothing. Something's come up is all, everything's fine."

"Trouble in paradise?" I smirked at her. It was her turn to raise her eyebrow, and shake her head. Handing the laptop over, I left her to whatever problems she was dealing with. She'd only tell me off for trying to help. I would rather head up onto my room and pick out my outfit for tomorrow.

Heading up the stairs, a photo caught my attention. Mom had been rearranging the photos, fitting in new ones and putting old ones in photo albums. This photo was from a long time ago, however. It was of the five of us, me, Alison, Aria, Spencer and Emily. It was a photo taken not long after we had become friends; Emily's parents had decided to get one of those above ground pools for us, which, while it was a great idea at first, we caused one too many water fights in it. I hesitated, debating whether or not to take it down. It wasn't that we weren't friends anymore or anything, it's just that we hadn't spoken in a long time. Not that it was our choice per se, but it still made it awkward to see pictures of us. Basically we were still friends; we just couldn't talk, see or look for each other.

After specific events had happened – events involving A – we were put into, well what you could call a "safe house." Detective Wilden shipped us off all over America – Aria chose to go overseas though, and we had to stay there for however long we had to. We still don't know how they plan to make Rosewood safe when they didn't know who it was that made it unsafe – Well, not everyone.

So my mom decided instead of me leaving her for who knows how long, she made arrangements with my dad for us to live with him, Kate and Isabelle, and then Ted decided he would follow – so he could…enlighten...others about the ways of the church. The rest had gone who knows where, only Emily's family going with her. I constantly wondered how they were doing. It has been about a year roughly since I saw any of them, and I was not-so-patiently waiting for the day I could see them again. If that ever happened.

That was why Caleb and I decided to break up. I didn't know when/if I would see him again, and I didn't want to hold him back. But it hasn't stopped him from calling me when he gets a chance. When we first broke it off and I moved, he would call me every day and we got back together. We went long distance for a couple more months – only meeting up in person once through a long weekend, but it was too hard to keep trying to be together, when we weren't actually together. So we broke it off, but remained friends. We always hint at missing one another, and I guess you could say were in an "unofficial" relationship again, but we aren't being held back from seeing anyone we want. Not that I have, I can't I know if Caleb has though. I don't ask him if he's seeing anyone, and I don't really think I want to know. I just want to talk to everyone again.

In that thought, I made a decision and – outfit planning forgotten – before I backed out again, I went onto my computer and opened up my emails. While Wilden told us we couldn't keep in contact, he hadn't said anything in seven months, and I always wondered if it would be alright to send one, just one email to the girls. I mean, I doubt that it would be too bad, unless –A had been stalking us and knew where we were already; I doubt that this would lead them to us. What's the worst that could happen? Nothing. Maybe a lecture from Wilden, if he's still keeping track of our emails for anything that –A could be planning.

Send.

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Disclaimer: I do not own, or have any affiliation with the Twilight Saga, Pretty Little Liars Tv show, movies, and books, nor do I have any affiliation with their respective owners. This is a non-profiting story with a plot made up by me using a world created by Stephanie Meyer and Sara Shepard.