Paperwork

Summary: After Bella loses her memory in an accident, Edward must recount a journey with her that he has forgotten as well. Along the way they find the reasons they fell in love.

Note: So this is a drabble fic. The chapters are short, but expect an update every day, sometimes twice. Most of this story is written already. This story deals with dramatic issues, but is by no means angst filled. I wanted to keep it as light as possible. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I have not seen or read the vow. Any similarities are completely coincidental. Only after I had come up with the idea did I realize the plot line would sound similar. However I hope they are completely different.

"She's endless to me. She's just like paperwork, but harder to read."
-Ed Sheeran

Chapter One: Memory

June 6, 2012

The smooth skin against my hand was bothering me. I tried to move my hand away, but they obviously misinterpreted the action. They squeezed my hand and I could hear a sigh of relief. I groaned.

Was it my mother? Why was she watching me sleep? Better yet, why was she in my apartment. I would have to change my locks. Again.

I turned away and felt the scratchy cotton of the sheet underneath my cheek. This was not my bed. A low beeping finally began to make its way into my head. As the unfamiliar surroundings came into my mind, the beeping grew faster, taking me out of my lazy fantasies of the home depot and new locks.

"Ssh, ssh, Bella sweetheart, it's okay. It's okay, ssh," the soft unfamiliar voice tried to soothe me. That was definitely not my mother. The beeping grew faster yet, matching the pace of my racing heart.

"Why can't I open my eyes?" I groaned, feeling the weight of my lids. The voice laughed. I liked the sound, a lot.

"You can," he said.

"If I could, I would," I mumbled, debating going back to sleep. He chuckled again and I smiled as the beeping steadied and I felt myself succumb to the slumber that was still wrapping its soothing tendrils around me.

"Open your eyes, Bella," the voice said. I tried and felt them close again. No. I could do this. I could do this.

Slowly I opened my eyelids. It took a while because suddenly it felt like each of my eye lashes weighed a pound. But when I finally did I was gifted with a far better prize than the back of my eyelids.

The voice, the wonderfully soothing voice, belonged to an equally tempting face.

"There you go," he whispered and smiled brightly. The beeping began to spurt out of control. He looked above me and chuckled.

"Is that my heart?" I asked, noticing how it was a bit too much of a coincidence that the beeping seemed to match the pace of my heart.

"Yes," he answered.

"Shoot. That's embarrassing," I said, my filter completely gone.

He laughed again and glanced at me. His eyes suddenly sad.

"Who are you?" I asked. His eyes widened suddenly and he pulled his hand away from mine. Huh, now I missed it.

"What-what did you say?" he stuttered. My heart began to pound in accordance to his panic. Why was he freaking out? And now that I was on that topic, why was I in the hospital.

"Where am I? What happened?" I groaned, trying to sit up. He lightly placed a hand on my shoulder.

"No, no, rest. You shouldn't be getting up. Do you know who I am?" he asked, running a hand through his mane of gorgeous bronze hair. I really liked his hair. I had a sudden desire to touch it.

"No, but you're really pretty," I answered. Damn, that was not me. It had to be the meds. They were giving me meds right? From the looks of it, I had to be in a hospital room.

He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"I'm going to fetch the doctor."

And with that he left.

-.-

"Do you remember what happened?" Dr. Cullen (as he had introduced) asked. I shook my head.

"Hmm, do you know your name," the doctor asked, scanning a flash light through my pupils. I followed the light as directed and answered his question.

"Isabella Marie Swan, but I prefer Bella."

"Good, good. Can you tell me your birth date and age?" he asked, switching to the other eye. I sighed.

"September 19, 1985. I'm 20," I answered. The good looking doctor looked over at the good looking man in my room. He was a very handsome doctor. His hair was a golden blonde. The color you only ever saw in Disney movies and his eyes were pretty and blue and sparkled when the light hit them. He smiled and I realized he looked a lot like the…

I looked over to the man.

"Are you related?" I asked, the handsome young man in my room. He smiled.

"Dr. Cullen is my father," he answered.

"Oh."

"Bella, can you tell me the month and year?" Dr. Cullen asked, placing his little light in the pocket of his jacket.

"Uh… 2005," I tried to remember the month, but I couldn't. I was blank. I looked at him with fearful eyes. Why couldn't I remember the month?

"It's June 6, Bella," he said soothingly. I nodded. Yes okay, okay, that made sense. I guess. Geez, I had no clue. He could have told me it was December and I would have gone along with it.

"Bella, I'm going to tell you some news that may sound rather alarming, but I assure you that there is no need to panic. Do you understand?" he asked. I nodded.

"Bella you were in a car accident yesterday morning. You had a concussion, along with some bruised ribs and a sprained wrist. You were unconscious when you arrived, but other than the concussion you were virtually unscathed for how bad the damage had been. However, it seems you have acquired some slight memory loss, which is not uncommon for your type of wounds. The brain likes to heal itself and when placed in a sudden trauma will, take things in its own hands, sort of speak," Dr. Cullen explained. I didn't understand.

"Wait…memory loss? What do you mean?" I asked. My memory was fine, other than the fact that I had forgotten the month.

"Bella it's 2012," the man spoke next to me. I turned to face him. Surely he was joking.

"What?" I almost screeched. That was… that was 7 years. 7 years of my life were missing from my mind. There was nothing to fill the gap. Nothing. That can't be possible. I felt tears prickle my eyes.

"Bella, we need you to calm down. The memory lost is by no means permanent. You may regain your memory at any moment. It could be all at once or snippets," Dr. Cullen tried to explain.

"What if I don't get it back? Can that happen?" I asked, already feeling the tears slide down my cheeks.

Dr. Cullen shared a glance with his son, his face strained.

"Uh, that is possible, however, it's extremely uncommon for nothing to return," he said, struggling with his words. I held back a sob and it came out as a gasp.

The man came up to try and soothe me but I jerked away from him.

"Who are you?" I asked, the question sounding rude and frightened. He backed away.

"I'm Edward Cullen," he said. That name. I knew that name.

"How do you know me?"

He glanced toward Dr. Cullen. My eyes flew to him as well. He nodded slightly and I glanced back at Edward.

"I'm your husband."

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