Hello, chapter two is up! :D I'd like to thank all of my readers who has showed immense support to this fic in reviews or otherwise, I was (and still am) amazed by the reaction, so thank you, and I hope you enjoy chapter two. Some of the dialogue in this chapter is taken straight from "Twilight".

I do not own any of the characters, but my interpretations are my own.

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Chapter two

Carlisle only stopped for a split second, not long enough for the pause to be noticed by humans. He forced himself to continue.

"I heard the chief's daughter was here." Carlisle took in the girl's appearance. Her hair was brown, wavy and almost waist length, it hung around her heart-shaped face perfectly, Carlisle noticed. She had chocolate brown, attentive eyes, pink, uneven lips and a thin nose. She was pale, and had a thin, hourglass figure with understated curves. She was wearing pale blue jeans and a plaid shirt that was a few sizes too big – possibly belonging to her father.

"Doctor Cullen." Chief Swan acknowledged him, nodding his head, Carlisle was pulled from his appraisal, she was intoxicating in both scent and appearance.

"Charlie." Carlisle turned his attention back to Isabella. Her chocolate brown eyes widened as she took in his appearance- this was not uncommon amongst his female patients, however her reaction affected him more than it should. He put those unwelcome thoughts into the back of his head, they were not at all appropriate, especially when they were towards a seventeen year old human girl, Carlisle could not pay attention to his apparent admiration.

"So, Miss Swan, how are you feeling?" her surprise disappeared, and she appeared to be irritated.

"I'm fine." she said with a sigh and a seemingly forced shrug of her shoulders. Carlisle chuckled, too quietly for human ears. She was adorable. She didn't seem to enjoy being the centre of attention at all.

He walked over to the light board to examine her X-rays; they were perfectly fine- most likely due to Edward's heroics. Carlisle understood now a little better than before why he had chosen to save this girls life, there was something incredibly endearing about her. He could tell she had had plenty of accidents in her lifetime; she seemed so used to being a patient, Carlisle was certain she had never had a doctor like himself before. The thought made him want to laugh- of all the preposterous notions!

Carlisle wondered absent-mindedly at the way her soft lips would feel against his… Carlisle! Stop this! , he scolded himself at his lack of control over his thoughts, it was incredibly careless, and wholly unlike him. The internal battle had lasted only a second.

"Your X-rays look good, does your head hurt? I was told that you hit it pretty hard." Again, she sighed.

"It's fine." Carlisle moved to her bedside and lightly probed her head, she winced at his touch, but he wasn't sure if it was due to his unnaturally cold temperature or her head injury.

"Tender?" He asked.

"Not really."

"well, your all good, your vitals are all fine and there is no sign of any head trauma, so you can go home now, I think you will be just fine Isabella." Carlisle caught himself internally sighing as he realised that his time in her presence was almost over.

"It's Bella." She corrected.

"Well Bella, you can go home with your father now." He smiled as he filled in her notes and signed them off with a flourish. "But come back if you feel dizzy or have trouble with your eyesight at all."

She looked disappointed. "Can't I go back to school?" she asked. This girl was a puzzle, Carlisle thought, one that he would love to piece together.

"Maybe you should take it easy today." Carlisle suggested. She sighed at his words.

"Does Edward get to go to school?" Carlisle's son entered the room at that very moment, answering Bella's question.

"Someone has to spread the good news that we survived," he said smugly.

'We need to talk in a few minutes, Edward' Carlisle thought, he was often thankful of his son's ability to read minds. "Actually," Carlisle spoke aloud now, correcting his smug son. "Most of the school seems to be in the waiting room."

"Bella looked positively frightened. "Oh no," she moaned, covering her face with her hands. Carlisle raised his eyebrows at her.

"Do you want to stay?" he asked, foolishly hopeful.

"No, no!" Bella insisted, hastening to jump out of bed as quickly as she could, far too quickly. She wobbled, losing her balance. Before she could topple, Carlisle caught her in his arms, concern in his eyes for the girl who affected him so deeply with only a few minutes of acquaintanceship. As he felt her against his body he was overcome, her scent, so near made his nostrils flare, he longed to taste her lips, to feel her body under his… and he barely knew her. He felt his arousal growing, fearful of being discovered for the disgusting man that he was, he held her away from him, and helped her to regain her balance. Edward was in the room… ! Carlisle quickly worked to hide his thoughts, reciting one of his favourite books in Latin. Edwards appeared momentarily confused- Carlisle inwardly sighed, relieved that he hadn't been discovered.

Once Bella had completely gained her balance, Carlisle freed her arms and held her notes in front of his crotch, hiding his excitement from the view of anyone. He was suddenly desperate to be out of the room and alone in his office.

"I'm fine." Bella insisted before anyone could ask. Carlisle could tell that she was a clumsy person, yet she seemed so graceful about it, even in stillness.

"Take some Tylenol for the pain." Carlisle suggested, forcing a polite smile. She half-heartedly smiled back, and Carlisle felt a surge of pity… no, not pity, he didn't feel sorry for her… what was this feeling? Carlisle did not know.

"It really doesn't hurt that bad." Bella insisted.

"It sounds like you were extremely lucky." And so was I… Carlisle continued mentally, still fighting his desires and straining to hide his thoughts from Edward.

"Lucky Edward happened to be standing next to me," Bella amended. The way she said that made Carlisle fearful, what did she know? Just what exactly had Edward done?

"Oh, well, yes," Carlisle agreed, and he suddenly occupied himself with Tyler Crowley's notes that were also in his hand. Bella raised her eyebrow at him, and Carlisle melted a little, she was just so adorable. He turned to Tyler.

"I'm afraid that you'll have to stay with us just a little bit longer." He began to check Tyler's cuts, focusing intently on them, he could smell a bit of an infection growing in the cut just to the left of his nose, Tyler would feel that in a few hours, Carlisle was sure, so he wrote down the possible need for antibiotics to be prescribed, still all too aware of the presence of Isabella Swan a few inches behind him. He heard her move as he was finishing with Tyler, and walk to Edward.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" she hissed at Carlisle's son quietly, so she thought nobody else could hear.

"I am sure your father wants to take you home now." Edward said through his teeth, Charlie was busy glaring at Tyler from by the side of Bella's bed.

"I'd like to speak with you alone, if you don't mind." Bella's ringing voice pressed. So she was stubborn… Carlisle chuckled to himself. They both exited the room, and Carlisle went to shake Charlie's hand, still covering himself with Bella's notes.

"Good to see you chief." Carlisle said in a friendly tone, he smiled as he shook the man's hand and hurried to his office as fast as he could without attracting attention.

Once in his office, Carlisle shut the door behind him and sat down. What was going on? He glanced downwards, his erection tight against his trousers. He had never had such a strong reaction, not even with Esme… Carlisle didn't want to think about Esme, he remembered his heartache when she left so long ago, she had stayed with him only for ten years after he changed her, and he hadn't seen her since.

She had never forgiven Carlisle for 'saving' her, she had wanted to die, and he had wrongly played God in her eyes, and Carlisle would never in his immortal life forgive himself for it. He knew she had tried to love him, but her depression increased as the years passed, Carlisle had kept her from being with her son. His reaction to Bella had bought all his well buried emotions back kicking and screaming.

He could still smell her scent on his clothes, and feel her in his arms, and he wished that she would want to be there, and that she could be his, but that was impossible. Carlisle banished his thoughts and begin filling in some unfinished papers. Edward would be here soon, he thought, and he must be prepared to have a conversation where his thoughts were completely under control. Focus, Carlisle, focus. He said to himself as he tried to clear his mind of all things Isabella Swan.

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