.: Teeth :.

C.P.O.V

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

I'd been in some pretty embarrassing situations in my lifetime, but this – this here – it took the cake.

Definitely.

I knotted my hands together and clenched them in between my knees so as to stop fidgeting as I looked around the immaculate office, taking in the various award plaques on the desk and walls and the few framed family portraits. To the untrained eye the Cullens looked like a happy, healthy, American-dream-wanting family, but to those in the know this assumption was hilarious.

They were vampires – they'd relived the American dreams so many times it was laughable and had probably eaten some of the more notable statesmen in their day.

Then again they were supposed to be 'vegetarians', but I digress.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself as the various sounds of Forks General Hospital floated in through the crack in the door behind me. Only once had I been in this place and that was enough for me.

"A familiar face!" I jumped and turned in my seat to stare wide eyed as Carlisle Cullen smiled at me and shut the door. He tapped the corner of my folder in his hand as he made his way behind his desk and took a seat, my gaze glued to him the whole."How've you been?" He asked politely, his fingers laced loosely in front of him. I forced myself back to reality and smile sheepishly while fingering at the scarf around my neck.

"Oh, uh, I've been great! College is a blast!" I laughed nervously, slightly avoiding his bright caramel hued gaze.

"Well that's good hear." He nodded in approval, a smile playing across his features. "So what brings you in today? I have to admit it was a surprise when you called wanting to set up an appointment." I felt myself blush deeply at this and had to cough to clear my throat along with a few chest thumps.

"I, well, its…I…you promise not to laugh?" I asked weakly, hating how my voice came out sounding like a guilty five year old.

"You have my word." I frowned; even though Carlisle said he wouldn't, he already was.

I could see it in his eyes.

Oh my god this was horrible.

"Alright, well, here's what happened," I started off, blushing even deeper as I fixed my focus on my twitching fingers, "Seth and I were…well…we were…what's the G rated version of saying this…?" I mused quietly, more to myself than to the good doctor in front of me, who I swear to god, coughed just to cover up an chuckle."…fornicating I guess?" I chanced a glance up to see the reaction on Carlisle's face.

It was one of thinly veiled amusement.

Damn him.

"I understand, Caroline; I've been around long enough to know what you're talking about." He flashed me his pearly whites in understanding and I had to swallow the rising lump in my throat as he motioned for me to continue.

"Great, well, we were doing that and Seth was behind me," I squeezed my eyes shut in embarrassment at this, "and it was…going…great I guess, and then next thing I knew he, well, he bit me." God this was embarrassing. "On the neck." I finished lamely.

The room grew deadly silent for a few minutes until Carlisle cleared his throat, which sounded strangely more like a laugh than anything, and I found myself cracking my eyes open ever so slightly.

"I see," There was a shuffling of papers and the aligning of pens in a cup, "there's nothing wrong wi—"

"Please, dear god, don't give me a sex talk!" I blurted out before I could help myself; damn my faulty brain-to-mouth filtering system. "I really just came here with one question that I've been freaking out over for days."

"Ask away!" Carlisle waved with a hand, clearly unfazed by my nut shelled version of what had been some pretty randy love making.

"Am I going to become a werewolf?" The effect was almost instantaneous. Carlisle's musical laughter filled every nook and cranny of the office, the sound practically crushing me where I sat. If I wasn't blushing earlier I damn well was now – and was it just me or had someone cranked the heating waaaaay up?

"You're afraid of…" I winced as the doctor trailed off; his voice told me everything I needed to know. "I must say Caroline, that in all my years of being in medicine," And good lord did I know that was a lot, "I've never faced a question quite like this!"

"Yeah, but think about," I attempted to defend myself, "it's a valid concern, right?" This earned another laugh, this time toned down a bit, but I still felt slightly betrayed.

He had given me his word, the asshole.

"I understand where you're coming from, yes. It does seem like it should be something you worry about, but I can promise you that what makes Seth and the others phase into wolves is purely genetic; nothing passable through…biting." I grimaced at the smile that decorated his features as he said the last word.

"Really?"

"Yes, Caroline, you have my word."

"Yeah!" I snorted ungracefully. "That's what you said the first time!"

"I know, and I am truly sorry," he apologized so eloquently I almost forgave him, "it's just I was very surprised by your question."

"Yeah, well, Seth was too. He's still laughing about it." I grumbled, thinking of my hysterical boyfriend I had smacked a week ago with a toilet brush as we stumbled out of the bathroom after 'cleaning' it.

"All in good time," Carlisle tried to humor me as he pulled forward what looked like a prescription pad and grabbed at a pen, "but meanwhile I can give you something to help fight off infection if you'd like." I watched as his hand fluttered across the page before signing his name with a flourish before ripping it from the pad.

I accepted it sheepishly.

"It's an antibacterial cream; use twice daily. You won't need band aids or any other type of dressings." I crammed the paper unceremoniously into my hoodie pocket and stood from my seat, offering out my hand for a shake in which he gladly obliged. "It also helps fight off any unwanted werewolf symptoms." I groaned and turned on my heel and darted for the door, giving the doctor a halfhearted wave over my shoulder as I wrenched it open and fled out into the hall.

Normally I'd be swooning at the laughter that followed me around the corner as I made a break for the lobby, but seeing as it was coming from someone who had just heard a small fraction of my various sexual exploits, the sound was more like nails on a chalkboard.

Oh my god.


A/N: I have Lady Gaga and her 'Teeth' song to thank for this one. Oh the things my brain comes up with!

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