Title: My Knight Drives a Volvo
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: ?/?
Warnings: Sensitive topic/issue. Strong Language.
Characters/Pairings: Edward/Bella, Bella/James Canon pairings.

Genre: Romance/AU-AH
Fandom: Twilight
Summary: Bella Swan doesn't believe in fairytales. She gave up on "happily ever after" a long time ago and she knows that knights in shining armor don't only exist in books. What happens when Edward Cullen walks into her life and makes her start to question all her beliefs? He knows she needs saving and he can't stand by and watch her suffer. Is it good breeding that makes him so eager to help her, or is there another explanation for why he's so drawn to her? Will they both learn to believe that "happily ever after"-s do exist or will they leave it to the movies?

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters or plots are property of Stephanie Meyer.
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Chapter One:

Edward Cullen felt better as he lay in his bed, his eyes still closed and his limbs feeling like they were weighted down with sandbags. When he'd stumbled into his apartment at eleven this morning he was something akin to the living dead, although that's generally what a fifteen hour shift at the hospital would do to a person. Being a doctor was his passion and there was nothing he would rather do with his life, but when the hospital was short staffed and he was stuck working, half dead on his feet, in the pit for an extra three hours…well sometimes it made him question his sanity.

His phone ringing from somewhere to his right, his nightstand, made him finally open his eyes, giving up on any chance of being able to fall back to sleep. Once he awake there was no turning back. He didn't take the time to read the name on the front of his phone, flipping it open with a good idea of whom it was already he spoke without trying to conceal the sleep from his voice. "Hello?" He stretched his sore muscles and glanced at the clock as he got up. Five forty-five. Which meant he hadn't quite gotten seven hours of sleep.

Just as he suspected, his sister's cheery voice bubbled through the phone, happy and bubbly. "Hi! I hope I didn't wake you." Though her words sounded sincere, he knew that she was merely being kind. That was exactly who his sister was. She hoped she didn't wake him, but that hope hadn't stopped her from calling him.

"Not exactly. What's up Alice?" As much as he wanted to be annoyed at her, he always had a soft spot for her little sister. She was only a little over a year younger than him and they'd always been close. They were best friends growing up, and as they got older Alice learned that she could get her way more times than not, just by being his little sister.

"Well I wanted to give you your birthday present. Any chance I can pick you up in ten minutes?" Edward almost dropped the orange juice container, which he was drinking straight from, in surprise. His birthday had been last week, and Alice had given him a new leather composition book for his piano pieces. Plus, anything that Alice wanted to give him that involved him going out with her was risky. Images of being forced into a shopping spree for a whole new wardrobe or being thrown into a blind date shot through his mind and he shuddered at the idea.

"You already gave me my birthday present, remember Allie?" Regardless of the fact that all he really wanted to do tonight was order a pizza and watch television, he knew that Alice wasn't going to take no for an answer, so he made his way to his bedroom and began pulling on clean clothes.

"Well yeah but this is the other part of your birthday gift. I couldn't give it to you ahead of time because I knew you'd try and get out of it even though it's something that's going to be really good for you." At his completely audible groan she continued, "I'm serious Edward. This is something you need without even knowing you need it. I'll be outside your apartment in five minutes, you better not keep me waiting for long or I'm coming up to get you myself and you know I'll do it." He did know she'd do it, so with a quick goodbye he closed his phone and made his way into the bathroom, letting his mind wander while he brushed his teeth and tried to tame his wild hair.

He thought about the hospital and the fifteen hours he'd spent in the emergency room. He usually tried his best not to bring his work home with him, mostly because he'd learned early on that getting too attached or too close to his patients often led to him getting hurt. But still, there was one girl who came into the ER at the beginning of his shift that he couldn't quite get off his mind. She'd been beautiful, and of course that was the first thing that he'd noticed about her. She'd come in on her own, claiming to have fallen and hit her head, she thought she might have a concussion.

But the slight concussion wasn't what I dwelled on. Her record reported over twenty ER visits in the last year, for everything from broken ribs to concussions to sprained ankles. Plus, she was jumpy, mixing up her story and shying away from everyone. Everything, her not being able to keep her story straight, her record, and the fact that she was covered up, wearing a large sweatshirt over a long sleeved blouse and jeans, despite the fact that it was hot and muggy outside, hinted at abuse. He didn't believe her story, and he had no qualms with making that clear to her. He told her he couldn't do anything to help her unless she told him the truth. Of course he had to follow hospital procedure, making it difficult to talk to her like he wanted to. He wanted to help her too much, and that bothered him.

Alice honking the horn of her ostentatious yellow Porsche from the front of his apartment building brought Edward out of his thoughts as he shoved his phone and his wallet into his pants pocket and made his way outside as quickly as possible.

Edward felt Alice appraising his outfit in disdain, but she stayed silent as he slid into the passenger seat of her car, and he was the one to break the silence as she effortlessly slid her car out from between two others, "I'm not going shopping with you Alice."

"Well, hello to you too," she snapped, playfully, "And for your information I am not taking you shopping. Although now that you mention it I really should because you look like you got dressed in the dark…from a discount bin…at Walmart."

Although her insult was laughable, Edward knew that coming from Alice that was right on up there with cursing in church and hitting a woman…wrong and unforgivable. But still Edward couldn't help but laugh at his sister who wasted no time turning to shoot him a dirty look, "Well then where are you taking me?"

"Not that it's really any of your business," he shot her a look and she quickly conceded, "Okay, okay so maybe it is your business. But you have to promise not to try and get out of it, because it'll be really good for you and it's something I think you really need. Plus, I already made your appointment and it would be terribly rude to try and cancel now, especially because I had to beg them to book you in the evening, you know because Wednesday is there early day, and it's your present and--"

"Alice!" He cut her off sharply, knowing that she would just continue with her ranting until her did.

"Right, sorry. So, I'm taking you to a spa." She must've seen the look of annoyance and slight disbelief that crossed his face because she rushed on before he could utter a single word, "You're simply going for a massage Edward. They have the most lovely massage therapists, and I made you an appointment with my usual." She pulled over to the curb in front of what he would've thought was just a regular office building had it not been for the writing on the large glass doors reading Ananya Spa in curving letters. Alice met him at his door, giving him no means of escape.

"Oh, Alice is this really necessary?" He groaned out as she walked with him into the lobby, the feeling of the air conditioning hitting him like chilled wind.

"Yes. It is." Her words were simple and concise and she gave him no more time to argue as she walked straight to the desk, "Oh, hello Lauren," Edward could tell from his sister's tone of voice that she didn't like this girl, "I'm here for my facial with Robert and my brother has a massage scheduled with Isabella." Edward wasn't actually listening to his sister anymore, instead trying to figure out ways to get out of this, although he knew by now it was futile to even try.

"Of course," Lauren said, her eyes, falling on Edward, showed desire and her voice held the overconfidence of the school prom queen, "Right this way." Alice felt like she could gag, watching as Lauren attempted to flirt with her brother, and she was incredibly pleased to see that he hadn't spared her a second of attention. Edward didn't date, insisting he didn't have the time.

"Here we are Alice. Robert should be waiting."

"We should finish up around the same time, so I'll meet you in the lobby when I'm done." Edward simply nodded at Alice before she disappeared behind a dark wooden door. He knew that this would be his one opportunity to escape, but he knew Alice would be crushed if she found out. It wasn't worth hurting his sister just to get out of getting a massage, and after the initial shock behind her gift had worn off the idea of a massage didn't seem as bad.

"You're room is right down here Edward." The girl, whose name Edward couldn't seem to recall, smiled in what he assumed was supposed to be a seductive manner. He smiled kindly, not wanting to be rude, and hoped she didn't read more into it than he meant. She stopped short, opening a door like the one Alice had disappeared behind.

He walked into the room with her following closely—almost uncomfortably so—behind him. The room smelt like freesias and he noted the pink candles burning around the room. The sounds of running water playing softly through speakers mounted in the corners of the walls. There was a massage table set up in the center of the room, and a table with different lotions and oils next to it. A robe hung on a hook next to the door and there was a small garment bag hanging on a hook next to it.

"You're masseuse will be in shortly, while you wait please take off your clothes. You can leave you underwear on if it makes you more comfortable," By now the girl was staring at Edward like a greedy child, and she was the shiny new toy that she couldn't wait to get her hands on, the thought of him stripping down obviously giving her enough to fuel her fantasies.

After a few seconds Edward was growing fairly uncomfortable under the strangers gaze, and he cleared his throat, pulling Lauren out of her thoughts, "Right, I'm sorry. When you're ready you can put on this robe and wait for you masseuse." She smiled at him one last time before eventually turning and leaving the room slowly.

Edward let his mind as he methodically stripped from his shoes and clothes, slipping on the robe before sitting on the table as though he were waiting for a doctor. He wasn't surprised, though slightly aggravated, when his mind wandered back to the girl, Bella, from the emergency room the night before. He didn't know why he cared so much, but he wished there was something he could've done to help her none the less. She wasn't the first person whom he'd treated who was obviously suffering from some kind of abuse, nor was she the first to refuse help, even when it was so obviously staring her in the face. But there was something different about her; something that made him want to take care her and protect her.

There was a light knock on the door, and he was grateful that his masseuse was finally here, giving him something else to concentrate on. "Come in." His voice came out low and raspy, and he couldn't help but wonder if that was from staying silent or from his thoughts.

The door opened and he felt his breath escape from his lips in an almost silent gasp. His eyes lingered on her, tracing the curves of her body, the light curl of her brown hair—so soft looking he found himself wanting to run his hands through it, her pale skin peeking out from under the deep blue of her v-neck blouse, her heart shaped face, her full red lips, and finally his eyes landed on her liquid chocolate eyes. Bella Swan, from the ER.

A/N: I haven't abandoned I Saw it in a Vision but I've been having difficulty finishing the second chapter. I had this idea and so I decided to run with it. Hopefully I get more a response with this than I got with the last. Please, please review and if you do I'll try to get the next chapter up by Christmas.

Happy holidays, you'll make mine be reviewing. Just think of it as a present under the tree.