Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. Stephenie Meyer created it all; I just like to play around in her world.

This outtake is dedicated to AngelycDevil. She has always been such a big supporter of mine, and often checked on me when I disappeared (ie . . . real life took over). She knows why she is special to me, and I know that this person is so special to her.

This is totally unbetaed – so all mistakes are mine. I wanted it to be a surprise to even AngelycDevil and NanKubie.

For those of you who said they didn't want a supernatural slant to this story – don't venture any further. This is a little play on an idea I had years ago and used in my canon all vamp story (in a much deeper and more detailed way). However, I will tell you that this is the Emmett I envisioned as I wrote the all human Mother Father, and it will perhaps explain some of those clues along the way.

For those that want a more traditional epilogue – coming soon.

~Mother Father~

"You allowed the human to see you."

I didn't reply to the accusation, for once doing what Rosie begged me to do and remaining silent. I was getting an ass-chewing of epic proportions, and while she never made a sound, I could sense her humor at my uncharacteristic obedience.

"Her account threatened to expose us." Michael's voice was soft, but there was no mistaking the authority or threat behind it.

Squirming like a four-year old, I fought the need to defend myself. Unfortunately, the four-year old won, and I heard Rosie's slight squeak of disapproval before I spoke. "Sir, Rose and I watched over her in the hospital. The medical authorities explained her memories as results of exposure and trauma. It is no different than when humans have remembered angels."

I swallowed hard when Michael arched his eyebrow at my mumbling. He stepped closer, and I bowed my head as his power flexed against me. A curse word rose in my head, but luckily, I was smart enough this time to mute it.

"Emmett Cullen. As you were dying, you were given a choice to serve. Your existence, and that of the Nephilim, must remain a secret. As you know, it is our ultimate law."

I nodded, remaining on a bent knee for long after the archangel had walked away. Only when Rosie stood did I follow. The pristine, diamond-like walls and streets disappeared as we transported to the Olympic National Forest. Rosie waited until we'd fed on several deer before she gave me the stink eye.

"Seriously! You're taking on the big man, now."

"Well technically, Michael isn't the big, big man."

A boulder to the side of my head was her response, but she couldn't stay mad at me long. Grinning at me as I brushed the rock dust and pebbles out of my hair, she sauntered over to give me a kiss.

"Thank God, literally, we weren't made angels. They have to be so goody, goody," I murmured, dragging her closer so she could feel my appreciation for her.

Her golden eyes sparkled with humor. "I swear, sometimes I wonder if you know how to use the brain He gave you."

"Babe, I think they wanted you for the brains. I'm the muscle." I flexed my arms to emphasize my statement.

Her giggling, as she laid her head against my chest, was pure heaven, and I'd know, because we'd gotten a view of hell.

As several of the Quileute wolves slinked through the forest line to check on us, my mind went back to those moments that changed my and Rosie's life forever. We'd gone to a concert in downtown Seattle, but left early because Rose wasn't feeling well. Unfortunately, upon arriving at the car, we'd found ourselves . . . not alone. What exactly happened was still fuzzy in my brain, but in the end, as Rose and I lay dying in pools of our own blood, another group intervened and pulled the red-eyed demon away. Fire had burned at me, scorching everything but insanity away, so Michael had been required to repeat his question twice.

"Life or death?" His voice had held an authority that finally ripped through the pain.

Of course, I'd chosen life. Rosie and I had big plans. Big, big plans. We were soon to come to understand the word life has many meanings, and that the world as we knew it had many, many layers – like supernatural forces that swirled around humans as they went about the business of living. And now, Rosie, the love of my life, and I were a part of it.

Nephilim.

Watchers of men.

Fighters in the never ending struggle of Good and Evil.

Like angels, there were those of us who fought on the side of Good. And there were those who had fallen. It was our duty to protect Earth's creatures from The Fallen, to ensure they didn't face the torture we had. Early in the history of humans, we'd walked among them, but as all good things go, it had come to an end. Now, we were required to remain in the shadows. But not everyone went by the rules, and so legends had been born. We'd been given many names and demonized or adored in popular culture as the morals of the society dictated.

Vampire.

Nephilim.

Watcher of Men.

Angel.

Ghost.

The name mortals used to explain me away really didn't matter. Because who I really was, was just Emmett Cullen.

~Mother Father~

"Esme, where-"

"Oh," my dad's response came a second later.

Who knew what he'd lost this time, but as Rosie and I listened from the attic, my mother giggled. I liked the sound a lot. It was so much better than her crying. I adored the woman, and my father was my hero. His ability to sense things bordered on supernatural. He'd almost caught Rosie and me a couple of times over the years, and his insight had not gone unnoticed by those more important than me. It was against the rules to turn a human unless they were dying, and only specific individuals had been earmarked for the possibility. My father, and my mother as his mate, was one. There was a great debate among my kind about what skills he would bring to immortality, if fate allowed. The discussions had expanded to include my sister, brother, and their mates.

Jasper's voice carried from where he and Alice were getting ready. I'd wanted to punch him the first time he'd gotten frisky with my sister, but Rose had stopped me in time. Time had convinced me that Rose's initial assessment had been right. The Texan man had proven a perfect spouse for my sister. Married for a year now, they were expecting their first child in a few months. Alice hadn't wanted to wait, and Rose had sobbed the night Alice revealed it was a girl and that the baby would be named after my mate. Little Rosalie Whitlock was going to be spoiled if my Rose had anything to do with it.

Only silence came from the basement, where the man of the hour waited while Bella, his intended, dressed at Carmen and Eleazar's under the care of Tanya and Kate. Their toddler, Arturo, ran havoc around the girls. I could hear his happy babbling as clear as if he was in the room with Rose and me. He was an exceptionally lively young boy, one who never met a stranger, which was a miracle considering his beginnings. Tanya and Kate had been thrilled when one of Tanya's model friends had approached them with the possibility of adopting her unborn child. The woman had believed the pregnancy would be a way to trap her man, but finding herself duped and the brunt of her married lover's apathy, she'd approached our friends after finding she was too far along for an abortion. It had been a miracle, because after multiple attempts with my brother's swimmers, Tanya had proven infertile, and outstanding medical issues had made a pregnancy for Kate too risky.

Bella and Edward's wedding was to happen at twilight in my parents' gardens. June in Seattle was about as beautiful as you could get, and dusk would be the perfect time for my brother and his fiancé to join their hands in holy matrimony. It was a good thing the plans for the wedding had gone nothing like the plans for Isabella's college years. Speaking of strong swimmers - she and Edward had only made it two years before she'd gotten pregnant. I'd feared my brother would be joining me sooner than later when Charlie found out.

I really liked Bella's father. The wolves had told me all about him, and I wasn't so sure Charlie was as ignorant of my world as he should've been. But that wasn't my issue. I was doing my best to abide by the rules, even if I often wanted to answer Isabella when she spoke to Rose and me.

"Em."

Hearing my brother actually call out to me was an indescribable experience, and I jolted in shock.

"Shit," I said, earning a huff from Rose.

"I'm sure Michael heard that," she threatened.

I rolled my eyes at her and moved my lips to say "Blah, blah, blah."

"You might as well go. Just stay out of sight," she grinned, giving me a soft nudge. She understood me more than any being alive.

It had taken Bella awhile, but she'd finally convinced Edward I was real, in some sense. Why he'd waited until his wedding day to test the theory, I couldn't say, but my eyes burned with tears that wouldn't – couldn't - come.

"Em?" He called again, and in a flash, I moved through the house, avoiding Charlie who sat in the living room nursing a drink.

I stopped in our old den before quickly stepping into the closet that backed up to Edward's room and closing the door. With our hearing, I could've stayed in the attic for all it was worth, but there was something about being close enough that I could feel his warmth through the thin walls.

"Fuck, this is crazy," he muttered. "But I swear I've felt you at times, and Bella is convinced you helped her in the cave."

The cave.

I almost growled at the mention of the island. Knowing Bella would've missed any of the deer, Rosie and I had needed to leave the place to go feed, and then we'd been imprisoned by the sunshine. By the time night fell and we'd been able to swim back, Edward and Bella had already been trapped. I'd needed to know they were alive, so Rose and I'd made our way down the crack in the Earth, and it had been the moment Bella caught sight of me, if only for a second. I wasn't the only guilty party though, as Rose had almost gotten us caught when she'd heard Edward talking about her dad and car. Upset, she'd punched the wall, alerting them to our presence. Luckily, our speed had allowed us to escape through the tunnels before they could get close. It had driven me crazy waiting for Seth's father to arrive, when it would've been so simple to lead my brother and Bella out of the caves. But not all the memories were bad, as it was during the moments in the cave-in that my soon to be sister-in-law had won my heart. Bella had given me a boon when she'd asked the question about the escape route. I still chuckled when I remembered her admonishing me to turn around so I couldn't see her bra. She was a sweet treat, but Rosie had long ago won my heart. I couldn't help but grin at how perfect Isabella was for Edward.

It was why I'd risked Michael's wrath to follow her into the ocean. I'd been in the room beside her and her uncle as he attempted to sway her to his way of thinking. One hint of danger, and I would've torn through the walls to get to her, boat and Italian thugs be damned. That she'd see Rosie and me was something I really hadn't thought about until later. Since, I'd been so good, never venturing close enough for the inquisitive Ms. Rossi-Swan, soon to be Cullen, to catch me. She'd tried though, many times.

"Okay, so I feel like an idiot talking to an empty room, but here goes."

I waited to see what he needed and heard him shifting on his ratty old chair.

"Em, I love you."

Rage poured through me. I wanted desperately to say the words back to him, but couldn't.

"Babe, I'm so sorry," Rosie said softly, knowing how I'd feel.

In that moment, I wished she'd accompanied me so I could wrap my arms around her to ease some of the pain.

Oblivious to how his words made me feel, Edward continued. "I wished you were here today to stand beside me. Dad's a good fill in, but I really hate that you're not here to harass me. I think you'd love Bella. She's a tad feisty at times, so I know you and she could've gotten into a lot of trouble together. Well, to hear her tell it, you already have." He chuckled, but I could hear the tears in his voice and smell their salty brine in the air.

"Bella's pregnant, which wasn't planned." He stopped for a moment. "I'm sure you're chuckling somewhere considering how often you reminded me to wrap it up as a teenager."

I sure had. I was a ladies man, but the being who was Edward was so much more. He'd had no clue then how much loving he could've gotten. The girls were attracted like bees to honey, and I'd had to be the one to slap them away like a giant flyswatter.

"Alice has already stolen Rose's name, so if it is a girl, we're going to call her Emily. There will be an Emmett Jr. if Bella's suspicions are right. She says she owes it to you."

It was hard not to burst out of the closet and go wrap my brother in my arms. I heard him stand, but froze when I felt him moving closer.

"Em?"

His voice was just on the other side of the wall. I could hear the sound of his fingertips scuffing the paint as he placed his hand against it. Hand pressed to his, the boards of the wall being the only thing separating us, I sighed at the heat and love I could feel.

"I miss you. Every day. Bella says you're out there watching after us, so I'm asking you to stay close. I need you now more than I probably ever did."

I heard my father walking down the stairs and a brief rap on the door before it opened. "Son, it's time."

"Okay. I'll be right there."

My father left, and I could hear Edward shrugging on the coat of his tux.

"Em . . . Bella's carrying the pebble you tossed her. She calls it her lucky charm. You think perhaps you could leave me something as well? Like I said, I'm going to need your help to keep from screwing all this up."

He chuckled, but I just wanted to cry. It had been our joke - that I, as the big brother, would have to keep him on the straight and narrow over the years. How cocky I'd been, for Edward had turned into someone special all by himself.

I couldn't move until long minutes later, when I heard the sounds of the music signifying that the guests should be seated. Walking by his room, I saw his and Bella's suitcases packed for the honeymoon and couldn't stop myself.

Michael was probably going to put me on some sort of Nephilim time-out, but it would be worth it. I raced to Edward's drawer, where I knew he kept a box of mementos from me, and removed the novelty condom I'd given him in high school.

Lucky, the packaging read.

Smirking at the old thing, I knew Edward would realize the many layers of the message. In a flash, I placed it in his toiletries bag and raced for the attic, where Rose awaited me with a seat from which we could watch my brother marry the woman of his dreams.

~Mother Father~

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