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I never understood why I woke up in a new world.
Different body.
Different parents.
And a main character for a sibling.
My name is Beaufort Swan.
I had been reincarnated into the Twilight universe—or at least, that was what I believed at first. My twin sister was Bella Swan. My parents were Charlie and Renée. The divorce happened just like it was supposed to. Bella and I moved from Forks to Arizona, leaving behind the rain, the pine trees, and a town that wouldn't matter again until we turned seventeen.
Everything lined up perfectly.
As far as I knew, this was a world where the worst things hiding in the dark were vampires and werewolves. Easy enough to avoid. Stay out of Forks. Stay out of trouble. Live a normal life.
I was a kid.
I had time.
Or so I thought.
That illusion shattered when I was eleven.
I was sitting at the back of the classroom, half listening while my pencil carved aimless shapes into the surface of my desk. History class had always been tolerable at best—dates, names, wars that blurred together.
Then the teacher started talking about World War II.
Not the boring parts.
The heroic parts.
He talked about a soldier who never gave up. About courage and sacrifice. About Captain America.
I almost laughed.
But no one else did.
The room stayed quiet, pencils scratching as if nothing about this was strange. Like it was normal to discuss a comic book hero as a real historical figure.
That was the moment the illusion fell.
This wasn't just the Twilight world.
This was something else.
I didn't remember the rest of that day very clearly. Just the feeling—sharp and cold—settling in my stomach. By the time the final bell rang, I already knew where I was going.
The library.
If the rules of this world were different, I needed to know how. I couldn't trust that I was only dealing with vampires and werewolves anymore. If other worlds overlapped with this one, then anything could be lurking just out of sight—something capable of erasing me before I ever reached adulthood.
Knowledge was the only protection I had.
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"Beau, come on."
Jennifer tugged on the strap of her backpack, frustration written plainly across her face. "Are you seriously staying in here all lunch? Let's go outside."
"In a minute," I said, flipping another page. "Just—one more thing."
"You said that already," she complained, leaning back in her chair until it creaked. "Like, three times."
"Jennifer, please," I muttered, eyes still scanning the page. "Just today."
Bella leaned over, squinting at the book in front of me. "Why are you reading history stuff? That's boring."
"It's not boring," I said. "It's important."
Alex spun around in his computer chair. "Hey, Beau."
"What?"
"I looked up those cities you asked about." He pointed at the screen. "Metropolis and Gotham?"
My stomach sank. "So what did you find?"
"They're comic books," he said. "Batman. Superman. DC stuff."
"So… nothing real?" I asked quietly.
"Nope."
Bella tilted her head. "Are you getting into comics now?"
"No," I said quickly. "I mean—today in class, the teacher talked about Captain America. Like he was real."
Everyone stared at me.
"He is real," Mark said slowly, like I was the one being weird.
"I know," I said. "I just mean… if he existed, then maybe there were others."
"Like who?" Jennifer asked, curiosity winning over impatience.
"I don't know," I admitted. "That's why I'm looking."
Mark glanced at the clock. "There's fifteen minutes left. I'm not wasting my lunch."
He stood, pulling on his jacket.
"Wait," Alex said, standing too. "I'm coming. This is getting weird."
They left.
Bella hesitated, then sighed and dropped into the chair beside me. "You're such a nerd."
"You're still here," I said.
"Only because you're my brother."
Jennifer lingered, torn, then groaned. "I don't get you, Beau."
But she sat down anyway.
"Just saying," she added as she logged into a computer, "you owe me snacks if we miss lunch."
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The research lasted a week. It went nowhere.
The same names appeared over and over—Hydra, Stark Industries, familiar faces from the MCU. Bella helped for the first three days before giving up.
"This is dumb," she said, snapping a book shut. "It's always the same."
She didn't come back after that.
Jennifer did. Every day.
When we finally walked out of the library for the last time, she adjusted her glasses and glanced at me. "So… tomorrow?" she asked.
I shook my head. "No."
"Oh." She nodded. "Why?"
"If there was something else," I said, "we would've found it."
We walked in silence for a bit before she spoke again. "Why were you trying so hard?" she asked. "All week."
I hesitated. "Promise you won't laugh?"
"I promise."
I scratched the back of my neck. "I thought… if there were heroes, maybe I could be one too."
She stopped walking.
"That sounds dumb," I added quickly.
She didn't laugh.
"I think," she said slowly, cheeks pink, "if anyone could… it'd be you."
I felt the blood rush to my face. "Thanks, Jen," I mumbled, rubbing the back of my neck.
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Five years later, I stopped worrying about the things I couldn't control. I told myself it was easier that way.
I was behind the bleachers, one hand tangled in dark hair, my mouth pressed to Jennifer's. She'd confessed a year ago, and we'd been inseparable ever since.
My mouth drifted from her lips to her neck, my hand sliding beneath the hem of her shirt—and then the bell rang.
We both groaned and pulled apart.
"Timing sucks," she muttered, straightening her glasses and smoothing her skirt.
"Always does," I said, fixing my hair and pretending I wasn't annoyed.
We slipped out from under the bleachers and into the open yard, our hands finding each other without thinking. Students were already heading toward the buildings.
"So," she said, swinging our joined hands slightly, "did you pass the math quiz or completely fail it?"
"I don't know yet," I admitted. "Probably failed."
She smiled. "Good. That makes me feel better."
"Wow," I said. "Betrayal."
"Oh, please," she replied. "I don't want to be the only one who fails. Besides, it's your fault."
"How?"
"You're the one who convinced me to watch a movie instead of studying."
I paused. "Fair."
She stopped outside her classroom and turned to me, blue eyes sharp behind her glasses.
"See you tonight," she said, rising onto her toes to kiss me quickly before slipping inside.
Left alone in the hallway, I headed toward science class. Hopefully Mark had done his homework so I could copy off him.
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Later that day.
"I'm not leaving for some backwater place like Forks," I said. "I'm not."
The words came out harsher than I meant.
Mom sat on the couch, Phil beside her. Bella perched on the armchair, already looking like she'd made up her mind.
"We're not saying you have to move," Mom said quickly. "It's just an idea."
"It's not just an idea if you're already planning it to this extent." I groaned.
Phil cleared his throat. "The new contract means more travel next year."
"I know," I said. "That's your job."
"And I want to support him," Mom said softly.
"I get that," I replied. "But why does that mean we uproot everything?"
"Forks isn't that bad," Bella said.
"You barely remember it."
"So?" she shot back. "Neither do you."
"That's the problem."
Mom sighed. "Beau, we're thinking ahead."
"Thinking ahead would be waiting two years," I said. "Until we finish high school. Until Bella and I are leaving for college anyway."
Phil shifted uncomfortably. "Renee—"
"No," Mom said. "Let him finish."
"I have a life here," I said. "Friends. School. Jennifer."
Bella frowned. "So Mom's not allowed to be happy?"
"That's not what I said."
"It sounds like it."
"You're fine with it because you don't care where we go," I snapped. "You never do."
"That's not fair," Bella shot back.
Mom rubbed her temples. "Enough."
"No," I said quietly. "It's not. You decide things, and we're supposed to just accept them."
"I'm trying to include you."
"Talking isn't listening."
The room fell silent.
"Let's slow down," Phil said finally. "No rush."
Mom didn't answer right away.
"I think it could be a fresh start," Bella said.
"I don't want a fresh start," I replied. "I want to finish what I started."
I took a breath. "In two years, I'll be in college with Jennifer. I'll be an adult. I'll live wherever I want."
Mom looked at me for a long moment. "We'll talk about it again."
It didn't feel like that.
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I slammed my bedroom door and found Jennifer stretched across the bed, a bag of chips in her lap.
"You heard that," I said.
"Yeah," she replied. "The moving part."
I collapsed beside her.
She shifted, resting my head against her stomach, fingers threading through my hair.
"If it happens," she said quietly, "we can do long distance. Just for a year."
I groaned.
"I don't want to," I muttered.
"I know."
"Movie?" she offered.
I glanced up. "Another chick flick?"
"Maybe."
I sighed. "Fine."
She smiled softly—the kind that made the knot in my chest loosen slightly.
Reaching for the remote on the nightstand, she turned the TV on and scrolled through the streaming menu without moving her hand from my hair.
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A year later, the airport.
People rushed past us as we stood near the terminal, bags piled at our feet. I checked the departure board for the third time.
"So," I said, glancing back at Jennifer, "you've got the webcam set up at home, right?"
She sighed, but she was smiling. "Yes."
"For real?"
"For real," she said. "I click the green button with the camera icon and we can talk. We practiced. I'm not going to break it."
"I'm just making sure," I muttered.
"You always do." She shook her head fondly. "You're impossible."
Bella cleared her throat beside us. "They're boarding."
The words landed heavier than they should have.
Mom stepped forward first, pulling me into a quick hug—like she didn't trust herself to linger. "Call when you land," she said, already pulling back.
"I will."
Phil offered his hand. I shook it.
"Take care of Mom," I said.
"I will," he promised.
Then there was Jennifer.
She waited until the others had stepped back before closing the distance between us. She didn't cry. She didn't say anything dramatic. We'd had a year to prepare for this—countless conversations, plans, reassurances.
Still, she wrapped her arms around me and held on just a little longer than everyone else had.
"This isn't goodbye," she said softly, her voice steady. "Just… a see you later."
"Yeah," I replied, my throat tight despite myself. "See you later."
She pulled back and kissed me once like it wasn't the last time for a while.
"Don't forget," I said, forcing a small smile, "green button."
She smirked. "I know."
She stepped back, hands tucked into her jacket pockets, watching as I picked up my bag and joined the line for security. I glanced back once.
She lifted a hand and waved—casual, like she really would see me tomorrow. And in a way, she would.
I turned forward, swallowed hard, and walked through the gate.