I'm so sorry this took forever to get up, I've been really busy with summer school and life in general. Have another chapter ^^

Carlisle's POV

Once it was clear the girl wasn't going to wake up soon after she'd been asleep for several hours, I started making plans to visit the hospital again to see if any of the younger kids knew anything about her. At least her name. Jasper and Esme stayed with her, Edward close by. He reported her thoughts as static, jumping around too fast for him to get an actual picture of what she was thinking about. Every time she tensed or got restless, Jasper set a hand on her shoulder and calmed her down. And every time she would flinch then go still. It worked, for the most part.

I went alone to the hospital, unable to do anything but wave at the receptionist and any passing nurses. The girl was stressing me out and I needed to know who she was and what happened to her. It was obvious from the children that they had all been abused in some form but I wanted to know to what degree, how far did someone go? And what kind of person kidnaps kids and beats them? None of them could tell me what the conditions had been like, they'd only described it as dark and cold. I couldn't blame them, with kids that young, it was natural for their brains to block out traumatic experiences like the ones they'd been through.

Jeremy was eight with shaggy blond hair and green eyes. He'd been one of the first to appear and I immediately took him in. He had brightened in the few weeks I'd cared for him, his skin no longer looked deathly pale and he had more energy. He talked animatedly about just about anything. He didn't shut people out, unlike some of the other kids and the girl. Jeremy didn't have many injuries, just small cuts and bruises and they were healing well, the staff was only concerned about his mental state. He seemed fine but I'd seen many cases where they hid behind a smile. It was all too common with abused kids. I'd thought about getting Jasper in to see how he was really feeling but it was impossible to predict an emergency without Alice and I didn't want to take that risk.

"Hey, kiddo, how you feeling?" I poked my head in the door and smiled. Jeremy beamed back, sitting up. I was pleased to see he looked even better than the last time I'd seen him.

"Pretty good….what brought you back?"

"Getting tired of me already?" I sat down in the chair by the door and scooted it closer. "I actually came here to ask you something." Jeremy immediately frowned and I quickly reassured him, "Nothing about your experiences…someone else's possibly." He tilted his head, obviously confused. "My family and I discovered someone last night in the woods…a girl, about sixteen or seventeen. She's one of you. Black hair, gray eyes, sound familiar?"

His eyes widened. "How is she? Is she okay? What happened?"

"Easy, Jeremy, one question at a time." I kept an eye on the monitors to make sure he calmed down. "She's…injured and I need to know all you know about her. I don't want to make any assumptions about what she's been through in order to treat her physically and mentally. We just found her."

Jeremy looked down, fiddling with the white sheets laid over him. "Um…that's…" He stopped and swallowed, looking around nervously, still slightly afraid of someone hitting him.

"It's okay, you're safe," I reassured him.

"She…that's sixty-three. Don't ask, I don't know what's with the numbers. I've only heard stories…Grace is here, she could tell you more. They said Grace knows her best. Well…they also say that she'd somehow get out and help kids who'd gotten themselves hurt."

"Gotten themselves hurt how?" I frowned, I knew it was common for cases like these to believe it was their fault for whatever had happened but it never failed to break my heart to see them completely convinced it was their fault.

Jeremy shrugged weakly. "Didn't call the…people by their assigned names, wouldn't submit, fought back, talked when not spoken to." I couldn't help but flinch at his words. "Rumors said she would…convince the…masters to let her take the beating. That's supposedly how they kept her in line." I fought back a growl. There was nothing I didn't hate about it. These kids had been through hell and there had to be more still missing. What were they going through? Something even worse? Were they being punished for the escapees?

"Thank you, Jeremy. Is there anything else I need to know?" I tried to smile at him.

"Don't call her any name," he said quickly. "Anything." Then what was I supposed to call her? He grinned at me. "You'll figure something out."

"Isn't it my job to be reassuring you not the other way around?" He laughed and I stood, moving closer to gingerly ruffle his hair. Jeremy was better than when he came in, no longer hiding under the furniture, but everyone still had to be careful around him in terms of physical contact. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Will you tell me how she's doing?" He asked hurriedly just as I opened the door.

"Of course. Now I suggest you take a nap." I walked out and immediately headed for Grace's room. I hadn't gotten to know her all that well, she'd only been in the hospital for a few days. Her room was down the hall, a few doors down from Jeremy's. A nurse I couldn't recognize from the back was in there, adding morphine to the girl's IV. I waited for her to go out before walking in.

Grace immediately looked up, eyes wide. The bruise on her cheek was healing nicely but she still looked too pale for my liking. "What…what are you doing here?"

"I need to ask you about one of the other kids. Jeremy called her sixty-three." I sat down on the chair, an exact copy of the one in Jeremy's room. We were trying to contact their parents but it was difficult with no last name for any of them. "What happened to her?"

"Oh…her. S-…her. She'd been there the longest as far as I know. They liked her…the…masters. We had to call them that because we are-were below them." She refused to look at me then. "I…I can still hear her screaming." Grace curled in on herself, heartbeat quickening and alerting me to the slightly off scent she had. It was human, yes, but twisted in a way I couldn't put into words.

"Hey, shh, it's okay. It's okay, you don't have to say anything else." I kept whispering to her until she calmed down.

"Did you find her?" Grace asked suddenly. "She…went missing before we got out somehow."

I smiled at her. "Yes, we found her. She's safe. You're safe." She hiccupped and mumbled an apology. "It's okay. Nothing to be sorry for. As soon as both of you are well enough, I could take her to see you. Would you like that?" She nodded once. "Alright then. I'll keep you updated and I'll see you in a few days. Sleep a lot more, okay? You need it." I slowly walked out, shutting the door carefully behind me. I found one of the nurses I often worked with and told her I'd be taking the rest of the day off. I had to get back home and see how everyone was doing.

The drive back took longer than I liked, despite the high speed I drove at. It was quiet when I neared but as I pulled into the driveway, I could hear muffled whispers and whimpers. That's not good. I raced in, barely remembering that I couldn't just fling the car door open without sending it flying. Esme and Alice were sitting cross-legged by the girl who had wedged herself under a desk in the corner, Rosalie standing nearby. Edward and Emmett were nowhere to be seen but I could hear them up in their rooms. Jasper stood on the opposite side of the room from the four, watching closely. I assumed Bella and Nessie were out somewhere. They weren't crowding her but I still feared a panic attack.

"You're safe, it's okay, no one's going to hurt you," Esme kept repeating. As I moved closer I could see the girl kneeling. The IV bag was empty and abandoned by the couch. She was paler than Grace although her cheeks were flushed with a possible fever. I made a mental note to get her on antibiotics as soon as possible, we didn't need an infection added to the mess. Alice was cooing something too softly for even our ears to catch. She still needed a name, I realized. The girl didn't work.

"N-No, p-please," she murmured, tears running down her face. Everyone in the room froze when Renesmee appeared in the doorway to the living room, walking over. She looked to be about ten at the moment. I saw the girl's posture relax just slightly.

Renesmee put her hand on the girl's cheek and she flinched back but Renesmee didn't let her get away. "See?" Renesmee murmured after a moment. "We won't hurt you." The girl nodded slowly. "Hm." Renesmee frowned and studied her. "Do you wanna pick a name?" Renesmee was bright, highly intelligent but she could still sound like a child if she wanted too. I assumed this time she was doing it to comfort the girl.

The girl shook her head and I almost laughed at my niece's expression. "You need a name…everyone has a name."

"I don't" was the only response we got.

"Oh! What do you think about Chance? You know…like second chance since you're with us now. We're your new family." Renesmee beamed at her. We could tell her we were her family but we wouldn't be until she accepted that. I knew the entire coven knew that.

"O-okay." I had a feeling she wouldn't have said so if she didn't like it but I also had a feeling she really was okay with it. Chance Cullen. I liked the sound of that.

Their weird eye color not coming up will be addressed in the next chapter. I only own Chance, Jeremy and Grace, not the Twilight cast. Review please!