Written by The Blue Darling

Edited by my beta Jules Ann

Chasing The Clouds

Chapter 1

Carlisle's P.O.V

23 November 2014

Deeply frustrated I looked on my desk.

The paperwork seemed endless, and these day's I used more time in the office than the ER where I should be. I admit Forks didn't have a lot of patients so there wasn't much to do, except paperwork, but still I should be out there saving lives.

Thankfully, that would change soon. Just in two weeks Forks would be behind us, and Esme and I would be on our way to Portland. The house was bought, the furniture ordered, and I was already hired at Portland's hospital…

Finally able to do something else, other than paperwork. This time I would just be a regular doctor instead of the Chief of ER, so there wouldn't be half as much paperwork as now. Instead I could focus on what I was good at, and leave all this crap to someone else.

Irritated I threw my pen away, and decided it was enough for today. There was still an hour until I could leave, and Doctor Snow would take the next shift, but I could just as well take a round on the hospital and check on everybody. There were no patients at this point, and my only patient today had been a ten-year-old boy who needed a checkup.

But I took a small walk anyway , talked a bit with the nurses Margot and Jenny, before I made sure everything was prepared in case of an emergency. This was really one of the slowest days on this hospital so far, and I really considered if I should just take off. Esme was at home waiting for me, and I could use a good hunt.

But I had to wait until Dr. Snow came in… just in case of an emergency. So patiently I walked back to my office, and found a good book on my shelf, so I could kill some time before I could call it a day. I knew Esme wanted me home too, since she didn't have much to do either, but for now we were just stuck in that world… at least until we moved.

After Alice and Jasper decided to study in New York, things began to get quiet at home. Rosalie and Emmett were there too, but I guess Alice made more noise than I just thought, and our family picture shattered. Rosalie and Emmett were adults, not children, and it was always Alice who wanted our comfort as parents, so when they left… so did our parental use.

Rosalie and Emmett followed just a half-year later, saying they wanted to study in Europe, France to be specific, and so they left too. This last year after they all left had been so quiet for Esme and me. Suddenly there were no children to take care of, or any news from school… or just Emmett's laughter once in a while. The house was empty, and Esme's garden couldn't take all her time.

That was our main reason for moving. In Portland there was much more we could do, and Esme has already made contact with a furniture company. They needed a new designer to get some fresh ideas, and Esme needed to get out of the house, so she wouldn't be so sad at home. She missed our children dearly, but at the same time we both understood they were adults and needed their own life.

So neither of us could wait to get away from here. It had only been five years, but the last one had been too long, and we both needed to get out to be alive again. Forks had been great in the start and the house was wonderful, but now I missed a bit more excitement and life.

Today I actually stopped myself more than once to remember why we didn't move before now… and there was no answer. Esme and I just thought things would change if we just stayed where we were… but things don't change if we don't.

I realized that now.

Halfway through my book, I heard noises outside my office close to the entrance. One voice was without doubt Margot's, while another one sounded like Charlie Swan; Chief of Police… did he get hurt?

Sometimes it was a good thing to be a vampire, as we have the sensitive hearing, along with the speed. Right now I didn't need the speed, but the hearing was great, as I could hear not just two but three different heartbeats. That meant someone else was out there, and curious, I decided to see what was happening. Quickly and gracefully I left my book at the table before I left my office, and found Chief Swan at the entrance.

Charlie Swan had been a policeman for years, and all the time I had been here. He was the closest I would come to a friend, since he often was here to interview patients, if there had been an accident or a fight. I didn't know much about him, except he lived alone, until last year when Sue moved in with her children. A nurse once told me he was married years ago to a woman named Renee, and they had a child, but both moved away, and Charlie rarely saw his child anymore.

I knew what that felt like, I hadn't seen any of my children since last Christmas, and they only called once a month.

"What's the matter here?" I asked, as I made my presence known since none of them seemed to notice me. Both were speaking in hushed voices, in front of the door, and turned with surprise as they heard my voice.

"Doctor Cullen," smiled Margot, and was the first to response. "I was just about to get you," she said, and looked over on someone sitting in a chair, not far behind them. "I think we need a bit help," she whispered softly, and looked on Charlie, who looked on me.

And for the first time I looked on the third person, the third heartbeat I could hear from my office. It was faster than the others, and just by the sound I could see a small little heart in my head, beating rapidly… out of fear unfortunately.

The little heart belonged to a little boy, no more than four years old, who was sitting patiently in a chair, waiting on Charlie and Margot. From such a distance he couldn't hear what they were saying, but it was clearly they were keeping an eye on him, and speaking in hushed voices so he wouldn't hear what they were saying. His young eyes were however watching them carefully, seeing every move they made, and from time to time he would look at the door…

Was he trying to escape? My first thought was this was Sue's kid, and Charlie brought him here because something was wrong… but he was still wearing his uniform, and I knew Sue's kids were older. So this was someone Charlie brought here, because it was a part of his job…

"Who is he?" I asked in a hushed voice too, and kept my eyes on him, as I talked to Margot and Charlie.

Because as I looked closer, he was clearly not in a good condition. His body looked a bit too skinny, at least for a child in his age, and his clothes didn't look… well new. They were outworn, with many holes, but I could only see a bit of it, as he was wearing Charlie's coat to keep him warm. He even looked a bit blue, and was holding a small cup of what I assumed was hot chocolate that he carefully sipped on, as he stared back on me with beautiful blue eyes.

"We don't know his name yet as he won't talk to me," confessed Charlie as he eyed the boy. "But we arrested his mother an hour ago as she tried to steal from the supermarket, and ran with him as she saw the police… unfortunately the boy couldn't keep up, and fell… and well I am just here to make sure he's okay," he said, and I suddenly felt very sorry for the boy.

To be honest it looked like he was living on the streets, considered how little clothes he was wearing, and how old and outworn it was. Even his hair looked like it could use a good shower, as what should have been a beautiful brown hair was instead a greasy mess.

"I see," I muttered, and could feel there was something Charlie wasn't telling me because the boy still was here. "Margot why don't you take this young man with you, and make sure he is comfortable and warm?" I suggested, loud enough for the boy to hear, and then I added. "I will be with you shortly."

The translation was, Margot please take the boy to one of the exam rooms, so Charlie and I can speak freely.

"Of course," smiled Margot, clearly getting the message as she walked over to the boy and offered her hand. "Hi Sweetheart, why don't you come with me, so we can get you warmed up, and perhaps even find a toy on the way?" she suggested.

She offered her hand, but the young scared boy just looked frighten on it before he got down on his own, and followed her. He still kept his hot chocolate with him, and Charlie's coat was like a cape on him that nearly reached the floor.

As soon as they couldn't be seen anymore, I turned around and looked on Charlie, with questions burning in my eyes.

"So, can you give me the full story?" I asked, and needed it if I should be able to communicate with the boy, or at least find out if something was wrong.

"I don't even know the full story yet" admitted Charlie, as he leaned against the desk, deep in thought. "I was on a patrol with Roy, while Jeffery took care of the station, and suddenly we hear someone scream thief. We quickly put the lights on, and begin to chase a woman and her child who was running from the store manager with what looked like stolen food," he explained, and looked tired… like this was the end of the world.

"It doesn't sound that horrible," I offered, but Charlie shook his head.

"No stealing is one thing, but the mother was too fast for the child, and he falls… hitting the ground pretty hard. The manager grabs him before he can stand up again, and it stops the mother too, who we get before she can run again," he sighed. "Neither mother or child would say anything, so Roy and I decide to take them to the station to ask a few question. I stayed behind with the boy, to interview the manager, while Jeffery showed up to drive with Roy… just in case she tries to fight them on the way. We decided it was best to keep the child and mother apart, so she couldn't influence him to lie, so he stayed with me…"

"Was he hurt in any way when he fell?" I questioned concerned, as I didn't really get what was so bad yet, but the child was my most important task right now.

"No… not really, just a scrapped knee, and some bruises from what I can see, but he won't talk… so I don't know. Not to mention he was really cold when we got him. From witnesses I know he was waiting outside, while his mother tried to steal from the store, so if you could check his body temperature it would great. He won't let me or any of the cops near him… probably because he is afraid of us, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered you with this" he apologized, and looked a bit ashamed because the child didn't like him, but many children were scared of cops… and doctors.

"Charlie it's no bother," I assured him, and tried to lighten the conversation a bit. "It's better to be safe than sorry, and it's not like I have a lot to do. But please tell me now… what makes this so horrible?" I asked, and could still hear how the young boy's heart was beating rapidly down the hall.

"It's just… when I took him to the police station, I had to make sure he had no evidence of any kind… stolen food perhaps," he explained. "He had this bag with him, so after I checked his pockets and everything I gave him a blanket, and went over to see what was in the bag… and…" Charlie took a deep breath, like he didn't know how to say this. "Carlisle the bag was full of drugs," he sighed. "I took his fingerprints, and searched for them on the packages with heroin, but thankfully he didn't touch them. We did however find his mother's fingerprints all over them, so she clearly placed them there…" he confessed, and looked just as sad as I felt.

I didn't even need to ask… I already understood what happened. This mother was in the drug world, and someone gave her an address where it should delivered. Because children are so innocent, she placed the drugs in her sons bag, so no one would find it… and it angered me deeply she would use him that way. Why she decided to steal food I don't know, but my guess was she didn't get her payment before she returned, and from the boy's clothes, it didn't look like they had any money.

But this also meant a long time in jail, if the mother was found guilty. There wasn't any excuse if her fingerprints were all over the packages, and your own son was caring them… not to mention she walked just beside him. Then stealing on top of it, not to mention she allowed her boy to live under poor conditions… or at least it looked so.

"Do you know how much there was?" I asked as I couldn't help but think of this boy's poor fate.

"Around 3 kilo…" admitted Charlie sadly. "I tried to speak with the boy about it… ask him if he knew anything, but he hasn't said a word… he only screamed when he fell, not a sound since that," he blurted out, clearly upset with all of it as he wasn't used to cases like this. Forks didn't have much crime, only a few rebels now and then, but nothing near this had ever happened before.

"Well I better go and check the boy then," I sighed, and I wasn't going to enjoy this very much. "Do you want to come?" I offered, and thought the child would feel safer, but Charlie shook his head.

"No… he doesn't like me very much, and is mostly scared, I think it will go more… smooth if I stay away. But please, if he says anything tell me," he begged, clearly desperate since neither mother nor son would speak.

"Well then I will come out with him when he is finished," I promised, and pointed at a chair. "Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable."

With those words I turned around, and walked down the hall until I reached the exam room he was in. Margot never told me which one they would choose, but I could hear his small rapid heartbeat, and could have found them with closed eyes.

Carefully I opened the door to see if everything was okay, and I found the boy sitting on the padded examination table. It wasn't the most comfortable thing, but I guess it was better than nothing, and with the blanket wrapped around him he looked comfortable enough. Margot had as promised found one of the hospitals teddy bears that we mostly used for cases like this… were the child was uncomfortable. The boy however didn't look like he was going to appreciate the gesture a lot, since it was as far away from him as it could get.

Margot was sitting beside him on a chair, and it looked like she was speaking to him until I stepped inside, and the boy moved slightly away from me.

"Well hello you two," I greeted in a nice light voice, and tried to look as nice as I could. I wasn't wearing my white doctor coat, so perhaps he wouldn't know I was a doctor… as I feared this might not go so easy.

There was no reply, except for Margot who gave me a smile, and shook her head sadly behind his back… so he still didn't speak.

With a smile I took a stool and rolled it over on the other side of the table, so Margot and I were sitting on each side. I could see he was following every move I made, like he expected me to hit him or suddenly do something unexpected.

"Well my name is Carlisle," I presented, and pointed to Margot. "And this nice lady over here is Margot," I said with a smile. "Now could you tell me what you name is?" I asked with my most sweet and soft voice, and looked on him with pleading eyes.

But he just stared back on me, afraid, scared… and most of all he looked very lonely, but not one sound left his mouth. It was clear he understood us, but there was no response, except his small arms that hugged the blue blanket even tighter. He still looked cold, but I could sense he was beginning to warm up.

"You don't have to be afraid, you can tell me your name… nothing bad is going to happen" I promised, and tried to make him feel safe… but this time he only shook his head slightly… I guess that was some kind of response.

"Come on sweetie… we won't hurt you" tried Margot, and as a sweet woman in her fifties no one should see her as dangerous, but the boy moved a bit away from her as she spoke.

"I guess he will speak when he is ready," I sighed and looked on Margot. "Could you please get my bag, you know in my office on the desk? I forgot to take it with me" I explained, and would need it if I wanted to take his temperature, and listen to his heartbeat. This would also give me an opportunity to communicate with the child while she was gone, and perhaps he would be more relaxed with only one in the room. My best guess was he was a bit shocked right now, after being chased by the police, and being in the police station. He probably missed his mother, but I still wondered why he hadn't begged to see her, or cried he wanted his mommy.

"Of course" smiled Margot, and she left the room with soft steps. The boy was carefully following her with his eyes, and when she shut the door softly, he looked on me instead.

"Why don't you lie down for a bit?" I suggested and thought it would be a good idea for him to relax for a bit.

He looked a bit scared and skeptical, but lied down as I helped him, and even accepted when I placed the blanket on top of him. I even tried to give him the teddy bear, but he looked on it like he didn't know what to do with it.

"Do you have any more hot chocolate left?" I asked nicely, but didn't expect an answer, so instead I saw the cup beside him was empty. It would be good for him to get some more fluids, and something warm, so a glass of water and hot chocolate wouldn't hurt him. "Would you like some more?" I asked with a smile, and hoped on a verbal response.

But instead he looked on me with some kind of doubt… like he thought I was joking, but then slowly he nodded, and moved a bit as if he was ready to jump.

"Very well," I smiled, and tried to ignore how frustrated it made me when he refused to talk. Instead I took his empty paper cup, and went over to the sink were I filled it with water. "If you drink this, I will send Margot out to make hot chocolate when she comes back," I promised and held the water out to him.

Without so much as just nodding, he snapped the cup out of my hands, and emptied it in seconds. I suddenly realized the poor thing was in seriously need of water, and probably food, and with a bleeding heart I offered him more water, but this time he shook his head and refused.

A few seconds later Margot got back with my things, and placed the bag on a small table beside me. I thanked her for her help and sent her out to make the hot chocolate, just as I promised him and wondered if I should ask for some hot food too. But for now I would just get the checkup over with, and give him the hot chocolate as a reward, and then we could discuss real food… something he was in need of.

When she left again, I found my thermometer as the first thing and tried to give the boy a reassuring smile.

"So buddy, I just want to take your temperature with this, is that okay?" I asked and showed him the thermometer so he wouldn't get scared. He looked on it with doubt and fear for a moment, before he slowly nodded allowing me to get closer.

He looked a bit confused at first like he never had tried this before, and when I tried to stick it into his ear he moved his head confused. With a bit force I moved it back and made a few calming sounds, as I waited on the result, and he gasped with a shock as the thermometer beeped.

"That was one ear, let's try the other," I smiled and quickly read the number, before I made him turn his head. This time he looked more prepared and wasn't as scared as before, but he still looked shocked when it beeped…

A sign no one had taken his temperature before, and he probably never had a checkup by a doctor.

"Well it seems like your warming up," I smiled, and rubbed the blanket against his arm, as I hoped it would warm him even more. His temperature wasn't as low as I thought, but I would prefer if it was closer to normal… but a blanket and a warm room would do it for now.

With elegance I placed the thermometer back into the bag, and found a tongue depressor and a pin light.

"Can you open your mouth for me?" I asked and showed him the tongue depressor. "I am just going to check if everything is alright in there," I explained, and thought I just as well could do a full checkup.

Slowly he opened his mouth a bit, and then a bit more, while he the whole time watched my hands with his eyes. I tried to do it carefully, and slow enough for him to understand, but as soon as the tongue depressor touched his tongue, he moved away and closed his mouth.

"Hey it's not going to hurt," I promised, and tried to move it toward his mouth again. "This little thing is just going to help me see things better that's all," I tried, and carefully he opened his mouth again, and allowed me to take a look.

Hs mouth was clearly in bad shape, and someone didn't brush his teeth very often. This was close to being a dentist nightmare, at least considering it was a child, but hopefully his teeth would look better after someone brushed them thoroughly.

But the rest looked okay, and with an irritated glare he had enough of it, and moved his head away. He was clearly beginning to get a bit grumpy, like a child who was in need of a nap, so I decided to speed things a bit up.

"Okay, so let me just check your eyes," I said to my little patient, and showed him the small flashlight in my hand. He wasn't too happy about it, but at last he allowed me to check his eyes and followed my finger as I asked. His eyes was beginning to get heavy, now that he was warm, and probably was feeling some kind of safety, especially now as the shock was beginning to wear off.

After that I checked his ears, along with his nose, and I was even allowed to take his pulse without too much fuss. He did however move his head irritated now and then and was clearly unhappy about the situation, but cooperated most of the time. What I couldn't get was why he didn't cry, or was not asking for his mommy because that was what most children did, especially when a doctor was involved.

When I took my stethoscope out of the bag, things became too much from him and with an irritated sigh he tried to get down.

"Hey, just a little longer buddy," I promised him and caught him just before he reached the ground. "I just need to listen to you heartbeat, and see that scraped knee Charlie mentioned," I smiled, and placed the earbuds in my ear. I could already hear his heartbeat with my sensitive hearing, but it was better to follow procedure as normal as possible, even when it was a young boy.

He had already unwrapped himself from the blanket, so I carefully lifted his shirt, and was surprised to see just how starved he was. I could easily count his ribs, and the only good thing was I couldn't see any handprints, or things would have been a lot worse.

"Now take a deep breath for me," I ordered as I placed the bell on his chest. He looked confused and scared for a moment, before he took a deep breath as I ordered and then one more. His little heart was beating too fast, but that was what could be expected… it had been a long day for him after all.

"Very good;" I praised, and placed the bell on his back. "Now I just need to listen to you lungs, so please take a deep breath again," I said and was glad to hear everything sounded as it should.

I wondered a bit what happened to Margot, and how hot chocolate could take so long to make, but my best guess was she thought he would be less scared if it only was one and not two.

"Now we just to look on your scrapped knee," I smiled, and thought it would help him to know we were near finished, but it seemed like this was already more than enough.

Once more he tried to get down, and it was only because I pushed him back onto the table he stayed. He gave me an irritated and tired stare, that slowly became pleading and helpless and I felt sorry for him. He didn't have any influence on his own actions or life right now, and he probably still didn't understand what was going on. His big blue eyes were staring into mine with so much… sadness, I for a moment considered if we should stop.

"Please…"

It took a moment before I realized he was the one who was speaking. His voice was so soft and young, and it was barely more than a pleading whisper, who reminded me of an angels.

"So you do speak," I smiled and had to ignore his pleading, even though small tears were forming in his eyes. He was clearly pushed past the limit, and today had simply been too much for his small body and mind, suddenly I most of all wanted to comfort him, but I had to remember I was his doctor, not his father.

"I… I want home," he said firmly and showed a very poor language for his age. "I… I want…" he stopped, clearly trying to remember the name. "I want bed!" He said to me, and he was clearly trying to tell he was tired, but didn't know the word for it.

Maybe that was why he was so quiet. He didn't know the words for most things and thought it would be better to remain silent, instead of taking the risk and pronounce it wrong. Right now he was only speaking because he really wanted to sleep and was desperate.

"I know," I sighed and squeezed his hand in comfort. "But I need to look at your knee first, and Charlie really needs to know who you are, so he can help you" I told him, as I carefully looked on the knee. It didn't look that bad, but it looked very irritable and hurtful and bruises were forming around it. His jeans were anyway already destroyed, as there had been created a huge hole around the knee, so I decided it was okay to cut a bit more away with my scissors, so I could work.

As I made the hole bigger, the boy looked thoughtful at me… deciding if he should tell me who he was, or not. As I put gloves on, he was still staring on me, now with confusion… like he was thinking hard. It wasn't before I got water and soap, he finally opened his mouth.

"What… what if I… no one?" He asked innocent, and it took me a moment to realize what he was saying.

What if I am no one?

"Well everybody is someone," I told him and wondered how a boy in his age could ask something so deep. "As an example I am Carlisle, and I work at the hospital," I explained and hoped he understood that. At the same time I care full began to clean his knee and saw he made a face as it hurt a lot.

"But…"

I could see he was trying hard to find a word for what he was feeling, but this boy's biggest problem was he didn't know a lot of words. It was also clear, that even though he understood everything I said he wasn't going to pronounce the word before he knew how to say it perfectly. Right now he was trying to look in the library of words he knew, and find something useful, but it looked like there was none.

After I finished cleaning his knee, I found my flashlight, and looked for gravel and dirt. Thankfully there was nothing left, and I began to apply antibiotic ointment, so there wouldn't be any infection.

"Everybody is someone," I told him, as it was clear he couldn't come up with the words he needed. "Why don't you tell me you name, than I can help you tell Charlie, so you can go to sleep?" I suggested, and knew this was a bit evil trick, but we needed his name.

But this time he didn't answer, but only shook his head to say no. But now, when he finally was speaking, I wasn't going to accept that.

"Come on," I tried, and placed a Band-Aid on his knee. "There is no need not to tell. People are only trying to help you, and you would help them so much if you told your name," I smile, and was really trying hard to make it sound as a positive thing. "You want to help right?"

"Yes…" he nodded slowly, but still looking very unsure.

"Then tell us your name, and we can help you," I begged, and closed my bag. "You can go to sleep right after you told this, but we really need it in order to help you." I explained and tried to repeat help you as many times as possible.

This time it really looked like he was thinking. He even opened his mouth a few times, before he closed it again, looking sadly on me… but at last he finally answered.

"I… no name," he tried to explain and at first I didn't understand it, but then I saw the shame in his eyes and realized what he was trying to explain.

"You have no name?" I asked confused, and couldn't imagine how that was possible. If he was in the system, as a citizen, someone would have required a name at some point… but perhaps he wasn't even born at a hospital.

"No…" he answered softly, and looked down on his hands… like he should be ashamed because of it. "No name… so, no one," he tried to explain me and I wondered if someone had tried to explain him he wasn't a part of the system, so he didn't exist, or what? Where did this I am no one thing come from?

I was still a bit shocked that he didn't have a name. It was a very rare thing to hear, and as a vampire even I hadn't tried this before.

"Well, what does your mom call you then?" I asked, and perhaps he did have a name, he just didn't realize it. "She must call you something, to get you attention." I explained and could feel he was uncomfortable as I mentioned his mother.

"Boy… she call boy," he said, again looking ashamed on his hands, like it was his fault. "But… that no name," he said, as a single tear fell down.

"No… no it's not," I sighed, still in shock… how could a mother just call his son boy? "And that's the only thing she call's you?" I asked, and tried to make sure he didn't forget something, even though it didn't sound very likely.

"No… just boy," he answered. "Can I… can I go bed… please?" He pleaded, clearly asking if he could go to sleep. He looked more than ready to at least a small nap and even though I wanted to ask a few more questions, it was clear he needed sleep… badly.

"Of course," I told with a soft smile, as I lifted the blanket. "You can just sleep here, while I speak with Charlie." I smiled and helped him lie down. I carefully placed the blue blanket on top of him and then I folded the other blanket into a small pillow for his head. He yawned tiredly and rubbed his eyes… but after that they closed and he fell into a peaceful sleep.

After I made sure he was fast asleep, and wouldn't wake up anytime soon, I grabbed Charlie's coat and closed the door softly. As I walked back to find Charlie, I again wondered where Margot went, when I found her talking to Charlie… and both looked very concerned.

"Hello you two," I greeted as they saw me, and gave Charlie his coat back. "Is everything alright?" I asked curious, as they both began to look a bit nervous.

"Well umm… everything is not really alright, but how is the boy?" Asked Margot and I suddenly eyed the cup with what once was hot chocolate, now it was just cold. "Oh yeah, I was just about to knock on the door, when I heard he finally was speaking… so I thought it was best to stay away" she explained, as she saw my curious stare, and that made a bit more sense in my head.

The boy was too tired to drink anything anyways; someone just had to give it to him later as a reward if I wasn't near.

"I see," I smiled, and quickly understood. "And the boy is physically fine… his mental state I can't answer. He needs to gain some weight and should see a dentist, but apart from that he is fine. I have cleaned his knee and gave him a quick checkup… so no problems." I smiled and could see how relived both of them was, even though none of us really knew him.

"Well… did he speak, what did he say?" Asked Charlie, clearly interested in any fact I could give him… even though he was going to be disappointed.

"Well umm…" I muttered, and tried to find out what was necessary to say. "We didn't speak much, but it was clear he can't speak well. He doesn't know many words and won't use any knew before he master them… so I fear it was short. But from what I could understand he has no name… why I can't explain, but I doubt he was born at a hospital, or is a part of the system," I sighed, and could clearly see surprise written in Charlie's face.

"He… has no name?" he asked slowly, clearly confused. "But what do they call him them?" he exclaimed, and looked on Margot who was just as confused, and looked on me.

"Well… he said his mother called him boy, but that was it" I told, and tried to hide my own emotions but it was hard.

"Dear Lord," Margot sighed clearly shocked.

"I guess I have to inform that to social service… perhaps they can pick a name," muttered Charlie, and ran a hand thought his hair.

So it ended with the foster system? Not that I could see any other solution, since the mother clearly couldn't take care of her child, and his scrapped knee wasn't enough to hospitalized, I mean the boy didn't even have fever. It did however hurt my heart, that this young soul was going to be thrown into a foster family, probably with many other kids, when he most of all needed a quiet home where he could open up.

"When are they going to come and get him?" I asked, already sad because I knew he would be so scared. "I suppose he could stay here with me in my office, at least until they arrive… you know, so he don't have to be at the police station." I explained, and was already planning he could sleep on my couch instead. It would be much more comfortable, and then I could get him a real pillow.

"Yeah… umm, that's our problem," coughed Charlie, and was clearly nervous again. "I called social service while you were in there, and they can't come and get him before… Friday," he said, and this time it was my turn to be surprised.

"But that five days!" I exclaimed. "How can they not come?" I questioned, clearly upset, and now I felt even more sorry for the boy.

"Yes, I don't get it either. But the lady said they didn't have anywhere to put him, and everyone was too buzzy to drive eight hours to get here and get home," sighed Charlie, as he shook his head. "That system hasn't done well since Mark took over here in Seattle… now it's just my problem until they come up with something, and I can't have a kid at the police station, it's not right or safe," he sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"And we can't keep a child at the hospital either" added Margot. "He isn't sick, and could only catch something if he stays," she pointed out, and I could only agree with her. The hospital wasn't for healthy people, unless they wanted to be sick.

"Then what are you going to do with him?" I asked concerned, because this little boy touched my heart somewhere. "We can't just leave him… someone has to take care of him" I sighed, and really wished Jasper was here to calm my nerves down.

"Well it's not because he can't stay at my home… but with Leah and Seth around I don't think it's a good idea," explained Charlie, and to be honest I couldn't see him take care of the boy. "And he is scared of me already, so I can't really see how it should work out… not to mention I don't have a lot of experience with kids" admitted Charlie, as he was clearly referring to the fact his wife and child left him.

"And I am too old to this," added Margot. "Sorry, but my kids is still living at home, and I doubt my bear of a son will do anything but scare him. To be honest I don't really know how to handle this either, he won't talk to me,"

Then Charlie and Margot looked at each other, having some silent conversation I didn't understand, until Charlie nodded, and turned toward me.

"None of us knows how to handle him Carlisle," he began, and I suddenly began to feel where this was going. "But you and your wife… you have adopted four wonderful children, I mean you must know how to handle this," he tried, and now I clearly knew where this was going. "And they are all spread over the world now, so your house is empty… it's just you and Esme, I mean it would be the perfect environments for him" he smiled, and Margot was nodding beside him.

"So we thought he could stay there" she said softly, and suddenly I understood why they looked so nervous when I entered.

But should I do this? The real truth was I knew NOTHING about children, and had no idea how to handle them since I never got the chance to be a father. I only knew all the crying children, where I was the big bad doctor… I didn't know how to be a parental figure for a boy.

And Esme would rip me apart if I came home with a strange boy, not even asking her what she thought about it, or if it was okay with her. There was no doubt she would accept the boy, but she would be angry on me for weeks, or at last I thought so.

And could a child even be near vampires? Even if it just were for five days? We would have to pretend we ate human food, at least at some of the meals, and be watched all the time. We couldn't make a step wrong, or he would notice, and then the Volturi would step in.

But then on the other hand, it was just five days, not a life time. We could hunt while he slept… and perhaps…

Perhaps this would be good for us?

I mean, it was me who just complained we didn't have anything to do, but with a child in our hands I wouldn't have enough time. We could finally use some of our parental skills, and give this child five amazing days, were he hopefully would open up a bit.

Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea, and Esme would probably forgive me when she saw the boy.

"Well I guess he could," I answered, and only used a few seconds on thinking, before I answered. In a vampires head all thoughts went in another speed, and for them it would look like there wasn't any doubt.

"Well that would be amazing" smiled Charlie, and he looked relived… but if he just knew he was letting a kid stay with two vampires all alone.

But both of them looked so relived, because they didn't have to take him, and he would be safe or at least I thought so. Being a doctor it was also clear for me, that other kids in the house wouldn't be great for him right now, as he needed to open up and stop being so scared. If there were two annoying teenagers, who complained and was talking all the time, he would just go deeper into himself.

"Is there some papers I need to sign, or something?" I asked, and wasn't even sure how this process usually was.

"Not really right now" said Charlie, and gave me a huge smile. "Social Service will probably want to see something at some point, but they can drag themselves up here if they want to see any of it. For now just take him home, and then I will call if there is anything… I probably need to interview him again anyway" he sighed. I am sure he was probably not looking forward to that conversation, at least not if they boy still wouldn't speak.

"Well then I guess I should get him home," I smiled, feeling proud because I made it sound as his home too. "He is probably tired, and could use a bath." I laughed, but then it suddenly dawned on me that task probably wouldn't be easy.

"Well then I won't disturb anymore" nodded Charlie, and gave us both a goodbye before he left.

"Is Dr. Snow here?" I asked Margot, as I didn't want to leave the hospital without a doctor, but at the same time it would be best to get the boy home.

"Yes, Dr. Snow arrived twenty minutes ago," informed Margot, suddenly I realized it was a half hour ago, since I should have left.

"Well then I will be on my way" I said, and then said goodbye to her, before I walked to my office and grabbed my coat. I didn't like to leave him alone for long, so I rushed down to the exam room, to find him fast asleep… right where I left him. A little part of me feared he would try to run, which would be a natural reaction after what happened today. He was probably confused, and needed some kind of explanation soon… before he thought he did something wrong.

I thought it was best just to leave the blankets at the hospital, so instead I wrapped him in my coat, very carefully, so he wouldn't wake up. He only moved a bit as I lifted him, and then went back to sleep with his head against my chest. I will be honest and say it was a… unforgettable experience, with the fragile small head against my chest, and his warm cheek against my cold body.

I carefully picked my bag up too, that I left in here when I went to speak with Charlie, before I walked out of the door with the child in my arms. He was so small and fragile I would prefer to carry him the next five years, but we didn't get any longer than my car, before I had to place him on the backseat. I knew it would be safer to let him sit, and use a seatbelt, but I was a vampire and a great driver, so nothing would happen to him if he lied down.

He sleepily opened his eyes as I placed him on the backseat, and stared confused on me for a moment, before he finally realized who I was…

"Now home?" He asked sleepily, and rubbed his eyes.

"Not yet," I told him sadly, and watched as his eyes closed again with disappointment.

So first of all, Edward and Bella has never exsisted in this story… or Bella is mentioned in this chapter, but that's it.

And thank you to my Beta Jules Ann, you make the world so much easier for me.

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