Alice's Milliways Entrance Pre-thread

[themidnightson]

It was late night.

Which in the Cullen house meant nothing that it did anywhere else.

Esme was studying the front door, with a hand under her chin, in the way that meant remodeling might take place very soon. Carlise was in his office, shuffling his papers while classical music played. Jasper and Emmett were quite busy having a loud rematch across their eight chess boards in the sitting room, even though they played across the floor.

Edward, avoiding all of them, and on the eighth day of now also ignoring Isabella Swan, was in the living room. He was seated in a plush arm chair, next to the wall-wide glass window, reading a brown leather bound book.

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[betagainstme]

However innocently Edward was sitting in the living room, he was giving Alice a headache. She kept seeing his future (no longer having anything to do with Bella, though her face swam up every so often...no this was the very immediate future) and it was getting annoying. She kept seeing him open doors, every door in the house, once or twice.

Sighing, she pushed away from the desk in her room (where she'd shopping around for new clothes) and wandered downstairs. She walked behind Emmett and mouthed a move to Jasper, smiling back at his quick grin. Alice wandered up behind Edward's chair and put her hands on her hips.

"Why are you opening doors?"

[themidnightson]

He looked up from his book, with a confused expression which lasted briefly. The question sounded strange enough but he could see his actions firming up inside her own thoughts.

He'd considered forcing the door (or more specifically figuring out how to force the doorway to Milliways to appear at his preference instead of its preference) but he hadn't thought he was going to. His family, all with the same superhuman hearing, would have been bound to ask.

Apparently, he'd changed his mind again.

"To find something that isn't there, apparently" he said with a forming frown, not at her as much as the continual opening and closing and opening.

[betagainstme]

She sighed. "You're giving me a headache, Edward."

Something shifted in the vision. "Oh. No, I think you did find something." Vision-Edward opened another door and slipped through, disappearing. "...why are you vanishing into the pantry?"

[themidnightson]

He did not think about the fact Bella Swan's door was in her kitchen pantry.

He didn't.

Okay. Maybe he did. But it only made him flash bright angry toward the bar (and bellajennyalicefighting). Briefly, before there was a lazy, arrogant smile trying to be smothered by his lips being pressed together because the question got the attention of Emmet who snorted before he moved two kings and a bishop with a thought about how it wasn't the oddest place they could see Edward vanishing into in his snotty mood.

Book forgotten, Edward was out of his chair and a few feet beyond her looking back when he finally said. "You should see it." He let his glance flicker to Emmet who made a face . "You'd appreciate it."

[betagainstme]

She glanced over at Emmet as well, and then Jasper...and then back to Edward. "The pantry? I'd appreciate the pantry?"

Alice stepped after him, graceful and pixie-like. There had to be more of a story (especially with Bella cropping up again, and the flickery images of a bar, a blonde girl with a bright smile, herself) and Alice didn't want to miss the chance to know more.

"Okay, Edward. Show the pantry."

[themidnightson]

Edward passed through the house silently and quick, a quiet chuckle caught in his first burst. There was no point in walking normally, no one would not be able to see them coming or was presently busy. He gave a ruefully amused smile to Esme concerned expression as they passed her and shut out Rosalie's mental commentary when they passed the garage where she was working.

He stopped stock still in the kitchen, right in front of the pantry door. Edward looked it over. It was so simple. A gorgeous door by human standards, but it was just a door. Space with air breathing at a whisper between the wooden construct and it's edging.

His hand on the door lingered. It was breakable and steady and one he'd never needed to look at, since they didn't need a kitchen for any reason but appearances. It would be the last he'd check. His fingers tips traced down to to the handle as he thought about what was on the other side.

[betagainstme]

The images solidified. No longer hazy, the visions of a bar swam in front of her again...Bella, there. The blonde girl again.

"Edward." Alice whispered, staring up at him. "Why is there a bar in our pantry?"

[themidnightson]

In the living room one of them moved and he felt the confusion in multiple sets of thoughts about why there would be alcohol or a weapon in the house, and about whether the Bella problem was larger than they'd realized, but Edward ignored them all.

His fingers curled around the door opening it from it's casing.

Edward could feel it, the moment everyone's thoughts in the house froze except Alice's. He looked at her, as it became about a foot open, his tone wry. "Because the Universe affixed its bar there."

[betagainstme]

"As you do." She peered into the pantry, her family's mixed futures disappearing and only the bar was solidified in her head.

And then came a rush of new, undecided futures. Drinks and people meeting and it was all so much. She shut her eyes for a moment, before taking a step into the pantry. "Let's go."

Head first into adventure!