AN: Alright, here's the first chapter of the Always Sunny remake. It starts out a little different than the original, but the concept is still gonna be the same. There's gonna be Bella-bashing in this but it won't be as heavy as in the original, so I hope everyone likes this new version of Always Sunny. On a side note, if you don't like the story then don't waste your time and don't read it. Constructive criticism is welcome with open arms, but flames will be used to roast marshmallows. Enjoy, my lovelies.

DISCLAIMER FOR THE WHOLE STORY: I don't own anything that you may recognize, all rights to the Twilight Saga characters belong to Stephanie Meyer and she can keep them. Original characters are all mine though.

Emily Young was sitting nervously in the Forks Hospital waiting room. Her slender hands were clenched together in her lap and she was worrying her bottom lip with her teeth as she waited for someone to tell her anything about her young niece.

"Miss Young?" An older woman in pink scrubs called out and looked around the somewhat crowded room.

"Right here." Emily jumped to her feet and hurried over to the nurse, "How is she? Is she going to be okay? What was wrong with her?"

The older woman didn't even spare the horrible scars on Emily's face a glance, just smiled soothingly, "She's fine, just resting right now. Why don't you follow me to her room and I'll explain everything?"

Emily breathed a sigh of relief, letting the older woman take her by the arm and lead her down the hallway while she tried to keep the tears of relief at bay.

"Oh!" Emily gasped suddenly and turned to look at the older nurse, "I'm so sorry, I'm Emily Young."

The nurse laughed lightly shaking the hand the young woman held out to her, "I'm Eleanor O'Brien, but everyone calls me Nurse Nelly or Nelly."

"Nice to meet you." Emily said and gave Nelly a shaky smile before swallowing thickly, "Can you tell me what was wrong with Claire?"

Nelly patted Emily's back comfortingly, "You niece was suffering from acute appendicitis. Now what that means is her appendix became inflamed which caused it to swell and become infected."

"How does that happen?" Emily cut in before apologizing for being rude.

Nelly waved her hand dismissively, "No harm done, dear. Now what usually causes the appendix to become inflamed is when a piece of food or stool is trapped inside. Then the swelling and infection occur which causes the person an intense abdominal pain. The standard treatment for appendicitis is an open appendectomy."

"What's that?"

"It's a surgery that removes the appendix through an incision in the lower right abdomen."

"Remove it?" Emily asked, sounding stricken, "Doesn't she need it?"

Nelly shook her head and gave Emily another soothing smile, "No, it's perfectly safe to remove. The appendix serves no know purpose and once she's recuperated from the surgery, your niece will be right as rain."

"Oh thank God." Emily muttered, closing her eyes briefly before opening them again when Nelly touched her arm.

"Here's her room." Nelly said, opening and holding the door open for Emily, "The doctor will come in to check up on her and answer any of your other questions. Is there someone you'd like for me to call?"

Emily sank into the chair that was resting beside the bed Claire was sleeping in, "Um, yes. Could you call my aunt, Sue Clearwater? I can write down her number for you"

Emily watched as the older woman's face brightened and she rapidly shook her head.

"There's no need, dear, she and I used to work together. I'm sure I still have her number." Nelly gave her another smile before disappearing down the hall to go make the call.

Emily turned in the uncomfortable chair to face the hospital bed. Claire was sleeping peacefully, her black hair spread out on the pillow and her copper skin a stark contrast to the white sheets. Carefully, Emily took on of the young girl's small hands in her own before shifting in the chair again to wait for the arrival of not only her aunt, but her fiancé and his pack.

'Quil's going to be so upset…' Emily thought sadly before closing her eyes to wait.

Children's laughter was one of the most amazing sounds in the world. It was always so free and uninhibited; it never sounded forced or insincere. It was a happy sound and whenever you heard a child laugh, it was almost impossible not to smile or laugh too. It was contagious. The dark, scary world always seemed brighter when a child laughed.

At least that's what eighteen year old Sunny Finnegan thought as she stood in front of a small group of youngsters in the children's ward at Forks Hospital in Forks, Washington and regaled them with a story.

"…so we snuck past th' dragon's nose a second time. We had ta be careful ta avoid th' puddles o' poison tha' dripped from th' old beast's fangs."

Sunny smiled faintly at the enthralled children as she pretended to tip-toe past the 'sleeping dragon' she had created out of a bunch of pillows and blankets in the middle of the play area in the children's ward. The children stared at her with wide, enraptured expressions as she turned to look at them with a solemn expression on her face as she continued in her Irish brogue.

"Dragon's ears," She started in a tone so serious that it had some of the children nodding their heads in sage agreement, "While not visible ta th' human eye, 're very acute, ye see. There we were, th' four o' us, laden wit' all sorts 'o treasures, sneakin' past this massive beast tha' coulda swallowed us all in one gulp. We 'eld our breath when we neared it, not makin' a sound b'tween us and our steps were so soft."

The Irish girl paused dramatically and looked around at her captivated audience, the slight smile that had been playing at her lips during her storytelling widening ever so slightly as she took sat cross-legged on the floor and dropped her voice to a carrying-whisper.

"Now, ye lot remember those pretty jeweled golden cups, Jas liked so much, aye?"

The children nodded in assent and some scooted a little closer until they were resting on the edge of their seats, or their mothers' laps in some cases. Sunny nodded in approval and continued.

"Well, jus' as we crossed in front o' th' dragon…tha' great beast, he breathed out, and 'twas as if we 'ad been caught in a wind storm, th' wind was so bad. T'grabbed one o' Jas' cups, and t'landed right on tha' huge lizard's scale-covered nose!"

Sunny closed her eyes and sighed quietly, her expression forlorn as she waited patiently.

"What happened then, Miss Sunny?" One of the children asked in a hushed voice.

"Wha' do ye expected 'appened?" The Irish girl asked as she opened her eyes and spread her arms out while shaking her head like it was obvious, "T'ate us!"

The play area was silent for a few heartbeats before the beautiful sound of children's laughter filled Sunny's ears, along with some protests.

"That's not how it should have ended." Mac, a seven year old boy sitting in a wheelchair protested with a pout.

"Yeah," A nine year old boy with leukemia named Noah agreed, "You're supposed to kill the dragon."

Sunny laughed and jumped to her feet, placing the tip of her index finger on his nose, "There's 'nother endin' ta th' story, lad. How 'bout I tell ye t'morrow?"

The little boy pouted and folded his arms over his chest, "Why not now, Miss Sunny?"

"'Cause now 'tis the lassies turn ta pick a story, lad." Sunny stated with a grin then she tapped his nose gently.

The boys protested half-heartedly while the girls in the room cheered and began calling out story suggestions, most involving a princess meeting her prince charming.

"Do a Cinderella story!" One girl cried out and a few others chorused their agreements.

"Nuh uh, she did a Cinderella story yesterday!" Another girl disagreed then suggested, "Why not a Sleeping Beauty?"

Sunny caught one little girl's eye and the young woman smiled brightly. The girl's name was Claire, she was three years old and from the Quileute reservation about an hour's drive away from Forks, Washington. Claire was, unlike most of the children of the group, part of the non-permanent patients in the children's ward.

Sunny knew the young girl hadn't suggested a story in the two days she's been coming to the play area and that was something that just wouldn't do. Walking over to where Claire was sitting on the floor with a Barbie in one hand and a stuffed wolf in the other, Sunny smiled brightly and crouched down in front of Claire.

"Is there a story ye'd like ta hear, lass?" Sunny asked the girl quietly, softening her Irish brogue incase the girl couldn't understand her.

The little girl shook her head in the negative as she looked up at Sunny shyly from under her thick, dark lashes.

Sunny quirked a brow and her smiled softened and became even warmer, "Really?"

Claire hesitated a moment then nodded slowly, looking at the older girl unsure.

"Wha' story?"

Beauty an' the Beast." Claire said shyly, looking up through her thick lashes at the beaming young woman.

"Ah," Sunny rocked back on heels and stared at the ceiling thoughtfully, "I can work wit' tha'."

Sunny smiled and stood, holding her hand out to the young girl, "Why don't ye come an' sit by me little sister. She's 'bout yer age."

"Okay."

Sunny smiled wider then led the little girl over to another little girl in a wheelchair, who was sitting at a small table. The little girl, who was about four, lifted her head from the coloring book and smiled brightly at Claire.

"Hi!" She exclaimed and stuck her hand out, "I'm Lily. Do you want to sit and draw with me?"

Claire grinned and climbed into the chair on Lily's other side, "Yeah! My name's Claire."

Sunny pretended to pout, "Aw, ye two 're gonna draw? Don' ye wan' ta listen ta my story?"

"Yeah!" The two girls chorused before giggling together.

Sunny smiled and shook her head before moving back to her previous spot in the middle of the play area, where she cleared her throat then coughed loudly to grab the children's attention.

"Alrigh'," She said, "I decided, wit' a little help o'course," she winked at Claire, who grinned at her widely, "Ta tell ye lot a Beauty an' th' Beast story."

The girls squealed and the boys groaned. Sunny cleared her throat again with a grin on her face as she waited to the children to settle down and get comfortable. Taking a deep breath, the young Irish girl softened her Irish drawl so that the children can understand better.

"A long, long time ago, there was once a handsome prince…"

Author's Note: So, yeah… I still don't own that dragon story, it's from Patricia Briggs' novel Masque page 98. It's been edited to fit the story, but I still don't own it… Anyhooties, here's the first chapter of the Always Sunny Rewrite, not much really changed other than the fact that I gave Sunny a more noticeable Irish accent, which was my friend's idea, so I hope you guys like that new bit. I'm not good with accents on my own, so I tried to write it like I heard it in Boondock Saints and I read a bunch of Boondock Saints fanfics to give me a good idea on how to actually write an Irish accent, I hope I succeeded, if I didn't, well, I apologize in advance, writing accents aren't my really my thing. Anyhooties, I hope y'all enjoy the new version of Always Sunny.