The Other half of Me

By

Nicole

Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight Saga Stephenie Meyer does.

Summary: Love is hard, Carlisle Cullen has always been in love with a woman he could never have. What happens when she suddenly comes back into his life asking for help? AU/AH

The Other half of Me

Chapter 1: An Ordinary Day turning Unordinary

The room was silent as the rare moment of sunlight poured into the bedroom landing on the sleeping man in the bed. Opening his eyes, Carlisle let out a sigh as he lifted up his head to see that his alarm was going to go off in a minute. Turning the alarm off, he got out of bed and went to get ready for the day.

Standing in the kitchen, sipping his coffee, he had come to realize that today was just going to be a regular, ordinary day. He had done the same thing again and again for the last five years since he had transferred to the hospital in Forks. For a man of twenty-five, he had surprised many people in his life. He graduated high school at sixteen and just finished his residency a year ago. His teachers and professors were always impressed with his intelligence and Carlisle was only too happy to be able to pursue a medical degree and to obtain it at such a young age.

After drinking his coffee, he washed out his cup and finished preparing for work.

Walking through the entrance of the hospital, he made his way up to his office. "Good morning Dr. Cullen," his receptionist greeted with a large smile.

"Good morning Sheryl," he answered.

She handed him some notes. "You have a board meeting at one today," she informed.

"Thank you," he murmured, "my charts please?"

Sheryl handed him his medical charts for the day. "Thank you," he murmured. She nodded before he walked down the hall to get started on the day.

After work, Carlisle walked out of his office with his jacket on to find his friend, Jeremiah, standing there. "Hey Carlisle, how about we head to the club and grab a few drinks?" he asked.

"Not tonight Jeremiah, I'm exhausted," Carlisle replied, rubbing his forehead.

"Come on, stop being an old man and come have some fun," the guy insisted as he grabbed a hold of Carlisle's arm and practically dragged him out the door, "come on, Daisy's there and she's been missing you."

Carlisle let out a deep sigh. "Alright," he murmured as he followed his friend out of the hospital.

Arriving at the club, Carlisle sat down at the bar with Daisy on his left with Jeremiah sitting by her. The three of them all had met in college and were all good friends ever since. "You know, I have a friend, Trisha, that would like to meet you," Daisy informed. Carlisle shook his head slowly after he paid for his drink.

"That's quite alright Daisy," he murmured before taking a sip of his drink.

"Come on Carlisle, when was the last time you were on a date?" Jeremiah asked, clapping his friend on the back.

Carlisle glanced at him before taking another swig, the alcohol burning the back of his throat. He hated it when his friends tried to butt into certain situations in his life, his love life being one of them. "I'm not interested, Jeremiah. My job schedule is too busy for a personal life," he replied, placing the bottle back on the counter.

"You go to work at the hospital then you go home. You get days off, I think your job allows you to have a personal life," Jeremiah told him.

Carlisle shrugged his shoulders slightly. "I'm just not interested in the dating world," he answered, getting quite irritated with the conversation. The couple looked at each other before Daisy stared at him for a few minutes.

"Because of her…right?" she finally asked.

Letting out a sigh, he nodded his head slowly. "Yes, it's because of her," he answered. Daisy rested her hand on his shoulder, giving him a sad smile.

"Carlisle, you should find someone who you can be with," she insisted, obviously concerned for his happiness.

Carlisle let out a deep breath, as he just kept his drink up on the bar, obviously done drinking. He ran his fingers through his hair before glancing at the raven-haired girl beside him. "I don't want to try to find someone. There's no one else for me, it's just that the woman I love is married to someone else," he replied. Wanting to get away from the subject, he got up from his stool, and grabbed his jacket. "I'm sorry, I'm going to have to go," he told them, "it's late and I have an early shift tomorrow."

"Carlisle wait," Daisy insisted.

Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out his keys since all he had was just a couple of sips from his drink. He glanced at his two friends to see that they wanted him to stay, except now he was just irritated and wanted to go home. "You two drive safely," he told them before leaving.

The drive home was long and tedious. All he wanted to do was just have a quick dinner from whatever leftovers he had in the fridge, listen to some music while reading over some of the medical reports in his briefcase, and go to bed just to start his usual schedule all over again.

When he finally pulled up to his house, he got out of the car and hit the alarm once he got everything out. Climbing up the stairs, he went inside to a dark, empty house. Turning on the light, the young doctor placed his briefcase on the counter as he went into the fridge to find something to eat at least. Sighing, he threw leftover pizza on a plate, putting it into the microwave.

Moving into the living room, he was listening to some Beethoven while reading over his medical reports.

The night dragged on and the young man began dozing off with a folder in his lap. He was suddenly jolted awake by someone banging on his door. "What the…" he trailed off, looking at the clock. Seeing that it was 2:00 AM, he rubbed his eyes before getting up. "I'm coming, I'm coming," he murmured.

Opening the door, his eyes widened in horror when he caught whoever the person was in his arms as they fell forward. Sitting back, their head fell back and he let out a gasp of disbelief. "Esme!" he exclaimed.

Seeing that he was unconscious, she closed the door and lifted her up. "Esme, Esme, can you hear me?" he asked, worriedly. Placing her on the couch, he began examining her. The more he saw, the more his heart dropped. Her face was black and blue, her lower lip was swollen and cut. Most of her nails were broken, so it was obvious she was fighting back. Gently holding up her wrist, he saw that it was swollen, mostly likely a sprain than broken. "Esme, Esme, I need you to wake up," he insisted gently, fearing that she had a concussion.

After a minute of coaxing, she let out a small groan as she started waking up. She suddenly let out a gasp, sitting up with a small scream, her head colliding with his. "Ow! Ow, dammit!" Carlisle hissed, holding his now throbbing forehead.

"Carlisle?" she asked, when she realized she wasn't home.

"It's me," he answered, still holding his head.

Esme looked around, fear evident in her face. "Where am I?" she asked.

"My apartment, didn't you realize where you were running to?" he asked.

She shook her head slowly. "No," she replied, letting out a shaky breath. It was obvious that she was terrified. Carlisle held her wrist, making her shout in pain. "Ow!" she shrieked, yanking her arm away.

"Esme, you have a major sprain in your wrist, let me take care of it," he answered.

Getting up, he grabbed his first aid kit from his room and sat down on the coffee table in front of her. "Here, let me see," he said gently. Carefully taking her hand in his, he examined the injury. "It's only a sprain," he murmured again as he wrapped it up. She bit her lower lip when he started cleaning the cuts on her face. "Esme, what happened?" he asked.

"I…I fell down the stairs, clumsy me," she answered.

He stared at her, now believing her. "I should go," she murmured standing up.

"It's almost three in the morning, Seattle is no place to be running around this time of night," he answered.

"Well I can't stay here," she answered.

Before Carlisle could ask what was going on, she got up to leave. "Esme!" he called, going after her.

She went to hurry out of the house when suddenly, she stopped. Carlisle stood behind her. "Esme…just stay here for the night. If you want, I'll take you wherever you want to go tomorrow," he insisted. She was frozen, staring a the door. "Please, just stay," he persisted gently. Letting out a sigh, she looked over at him.

"Just for the night," she answered.

Nodding his head slowly, he went upstairs. "Carlisle?" she called.

"Yes," he answered, looking at her.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"You didn't think you were going to sleep on the couch did you?" he asked with a half-grin.

Blushing, she let out a sigh as she carefully followed him upstairs.

After making sure she was comfortable, Carlisle couldn't help but wonder what had happened to her. He couldn't help but be curious of why she looked so terrified and how she found him. The last time he saw Esme was high school right before he graduated early and went off to medical school. All these questions were floating in his mind, he could only hope that she would be there in the morning to get some answers.

Author's Note: My dear, dear loyal readers. I spent the last couple of days struggling with whether or not I could go through and posting this. After the last few reviewers had accused me of being the thief of my own story, I had a hard time deciding whether or not I can keep going, but a good friend of mine reminded me that I have so many supporters. Haters are going to hate, but my supporters never gave up. You guys have been there with me as my life was going through shambles and patient whenever my writing had to go on hold because of my family issues. You have no idea how much each and everyone of your reviews mean to me and will always mean to me. Nothing means more to me in this world than my writing and my loyal supporters who have been here with me from day one. I appreciate you all and this story I dedicate to each and every one of you. All of you. I mean it, you are the greatest readers a writer can ever ask for. Thank you once more. Arwennicole is here to stay I promise you that.

Arwennicole

PS: To all those haters and accusers, in the words of my favorite band 'Hanson' I just MMMBOPED your face! I won't go down! You can't take me down because I won't let you! It never worked when I first started writing, IT WON'T WORK NOW!