Ok. So, this is the first fanfic I write in English. It's not my first language, so be generous (but you can still tell me if I have done a lot of mistakes (and where)). In fact, I translated one of my own story, so, if you speak french, you can read the original.
If it is not too badly written, I might translate the other two chapter, so let me know if you like it.
So that's it. Enjoy!
An annoying Old Lady
Carlisle PoV
This day, Edward had come to the hospital, like he liked to do, sometimes. At first, I was worrying when he did that. He was still young, and an accident could happen really suddenly. But I had to admit that he had a good self-control. I was really proud of him, and very glad he was by my side.
So, there he was, sitting in a corner of the room, reading, while I was seeing my last few patients. Finally, it was the last one's turn. It was an old woman, half-deaf, apparently. She didn't seem to understand me very well. She seemed to have a bad cold and she had nearly completely lost her voice because of it, so I couldn't understand what she was saying. The communication would be really hard.
Except… Maybe Edward could make himself useful and translate her thought to me? I sent him a sideway glance to find out what he thought about that. He was staring at the old lady, frowning.
This worried me, at first. I rarely saw him concentrate that much on anybody, let alone a mere old woman. But he seemed to be in control. He didn't seem to fight an irrepressible thirst. So I brought my mind back to the old lady, who was innocently looking at me. She didn't look anything unusual…
What is she thinking? I thought at Edward.
Was she the superstitious kind of old woman? Maybe she had understood what we were. It happened sometimes… But she wouldn't smile like this if she thought her doctor was a vampire…
The only answer I received from Edward was an annoyed growl. I shot a curious glance at him. He was still staring at the lady, looking more and more annoyed. She couldn't have really guessed our true nature, could she?
Edward shook his head no. Then he seemed to force himself to go back to his book, muttering.
So, I brought my attention back to my patient. Now, she was looking at Edward. She had probably followed my glance, earlier, and she was now smiling at him, with the same innocent face she had since she entered the room. Although still wondering about Edward's strange behavior, I started to examine the old lady. The poor woman nearly couldn't talk. Once or twice, I mentally asked Edward for help, but that just annoyed him further, so I gave up. I tried my best to understand the old lady's difficult talking all by myself, still wondering what she could do to annoy him that much. I could see from the corner of my eye that, from time to time, he would let his eyes slip in her direction before he caught himself and went back to his book, grumbling. Yet, she didn't seem hypocrite or mean…
Or was she fantasizing about him? I couldn't help but smile at that. It wouldn't be the first time.
"It's not that" Edward said from his corner, low enough so only I could hear him.
What is it, then? I asked in my mind.
He let out a frustrated growl.
"Nothing! Forget it!"
I finished examining the lady and prescribed her a treatment. As soon as I was ready to go, Edward got up and led the way, in a bad mood and in a hurry to leave.
"What is it?" I asked him, worried.
He looked at me for a second, let out an exasperated sigh and gave me a tense smile.
"It's really nothing. It's not important."
Then why was he so pissed?
"For nothing" He grumbled, his smile gone.
I didn't push it. He didn't calm down all the way back home, grumbling and muttering like any teenager in a fit. As soon as we got home, he ran straight to the library in my study and I heard him take out some dozen of books. Disconcerted by his behavior, I followed him.
"What are you doing?"
It wasn't surprising to see him read, but I thought he would have rather go to play piano to calm down.
"I'm learning German!" He said sharply.
