Téméraire: A Rosalie Hale Fanfiction

CHAPTER VIII: THERE SHE GOES

A/N: Responding to a guest reviewer named HOOT- thanks for your review! It was muchly appreciated and definitely made my morning. Jules' gift is a more limited version of telekinesis. The limits, we will explore in a later chapter, I've already planned it out so please do be patient. She's not very strong at all actually, the wheels of her skates are easy to move because they're made for moving, and levitating a few inches is the same as pushing oneself up on a table with your feet off the ground. Unlocking doors is something she's spent years mastering from within her own bedroom. Like she said, she's not saving anybody's life anytime soon.

Jules' gift is a manifestation of her own need for self-control in situations, developed from how helpless and 'not in control' she has felt her whole life watching every person she has cared about die- and it is also a manifestation of her impulsive nature. Her power is literally her willpower, her force, her impulse- whichever you would care to call it. I like to call it telekinesis.

As for the Cullens, all will be revealed soon- but Jules' reaction is, as Edward has described in Midnight Sun (I think- don't quote me on that), her self preservation and human instincts telling her predators are nearby and predators are watching her. Whether or not they want to get rid of her, whether they know of her gift, whether they have classified her as a threat- this would be a spoiler, and thus I cannot tell you. What I can tell you is that only three Cullens were there to watch her after school- three with gifts.

Also, in case anyone is wondering, Edward, Alice and Jasper Are Freshmen (So they're 14-15 which I think is ridiculous, how could Edward ever pass for fourteen?!). Jules was a sixteen year old freshman because they kept her back because she studied in a foreign country. It made sense they would make her start high school from the start so she could ease into it. Jasper and Rosalie are meant to pose as twins however, so I'm electing to make Jasper sixteen and therefore of driving age, but also held back a year so he can be in the same year as Alice. This means Edward would not be able to drive a car yet, technically, and therefore he would not have his Volvo yet- so it makes more sense that Jasper would borrow Emmett's jeep while Emmett and Rosalie use Rosalie's car.

I hope this clears up any confusion thus far! Again, thank you for the likes, the reviews, the follows, the joy. I really appreciate each and every one of you. Anyway, ONWARDS WITH THE STORY!

Forks Community Hospital sat on the other end of town from where Jules lived, a modest but well equipped complex built with ample parking space, right by Forks Bible Church. It was to this hospital that she flat-out refused to go when she woke up the next morning feeling like death warmed over.

She recalled getting sick often when she had been a child, back when she had a fondness for peanut brittle and remained blissfully unaware of her mild peanut allergy. It had always started off with a sore throat, and it always ended with the symptoms of acute bronchitis. After she became aware of her sole kryptonite, and begrudgingly began avoiding it, she had found she hardly got actually sick at all. Her Mamie had always been there for her, armed with tourin and consommé, constantly alternating between the two until she was feeling better again.

Charlie Swan was not her Mamie.

Despite how horrendous she felt, and the fever Charlie insisted she had after forcing a thermometer under her tongue, Jules was adamant it was probably just a twenty four hour bug. She did not protest when Charlie called the school to tell them she was sick and would not be attending for the day, and she didn't argue as he made her up far too much hot tea in a thermos she kept for camping, leaving her phone by her side for her to call him if she needed him. Jules did little more than roll over and go back to sleep while he left for work.

Her fever, unsurprisingly, was worse by nightfall- and her Uncle drew the line. And so, she leaned her head against the cool windscreen of the cruiser, breathing out of her mouth because of how stuffed her nose was. She felt like a wreck, staring out through glassy eyes at the building looming over them.