It's the Doc's turn of POV this time! Thank you so much for reading this far and although I've had a fair number of favourites, I am especially grateful to those who review!

I was glad Rosalie, Bella and especially Renesmee were at Disney and out of sight of this horror when Edward, Jasper and Emmett carried Jacob through the front door.

I raced to the dining room, clearing the huge table.

Disney. I'd never been, in all the hundreds of years I'd lived I had always avoided fun fairs and such. There was always something dangerous about them, from creepy clowns, questionable fast food to rusty rides. And I have always been protective of my family. I held down Jacob's shaking chest. His fighting grew weary which made my job to save him both easier and harder.

Always.

One by one, the others left the room, the blood pinching at their vampire instincts. Dark eyes, wild with fear under a creased forehead of pain focused on my face, and every now and then when I was trying to aid his natural healing process I gave Jacob sure looks that he was going to be fine. I hoped those looks were convincing. It was just him and I, besides Edward who nervously jittered around the table, stopping to look at Jacob from all angles with a deep frown set in his strong facial features –never actually doing much to help. He hadn't said a word. I didn't dare breathe in the strong stench of blood; I couldn't let Jacob down. The blood soaked into the oak, staining the one hundred year old table. A priceless antique. I didn't even care.

"Son, I need your help." I muttered, swallowing hard.

He didn't look up. Unable to stand still, he carried on pacing.

We were running out of time. "Edward!" I said more sternly. His head snapped up with pleading eyes as scared as Jacobs, "The bites." I whispered.

He realised, his eyes filling with anguish. "Right." He croaked.

"You take his shoulder bite." I said in a shaky voice, lifting his arm, "This may hurt, Jake…"

Edward and I leaned in. Jacob's entire body came back to life, fighting against the poison that was no doubt flickering like fire throughout his veins. He screamed out a string of curses before falling silent, shivering all over as the venom was pulled out of him.

I looked down at Jacob's tired face, streaked with pain. I'd done everything I could to put pressure on the wounds, but I could see them healing. Slowly. I looked up at Edward. Holding a hand over his face he lent against the wall, breathing heavily, trying to get his instincts under control. The air was tense and heavy, I found it easier to voice my concerns in my head.

It's okay, Edward. I understand if you need to leave.

Still shaking, he shook his head.

I can do this alone. I've done it before.

"No!" Edward whirled around with a desperate look on his face. Wandering into the corner to look out the window, his face smoothed out as he tried to regain control of his emotions.

"Edward, this isn't anyone's fault…"

"The wolf pack's here." He muttered, ignoring my worried attempts to try and help him. Leaning into the window with an icy stare he said, "They can't find out he's been bitten. They'll go nuts."

'Nuts'. Edward was conforming to the colloquialisms of this era more and more.

I turned my head as I heard the door being practically slammed open. Seth.

He could turn into a wolf but at the sight of Jacob he looked like just a little boy. "Oh my god!"

I took charge of the situation, masking over the faces and becoming the professional that I was. Within minutes the blood transfusion was away.

Out the corner of my eye I saw Edward gasp and then close his eyes looking regretful. It was a small movement, Seth didn't even notice, but it spoke volumes to me.

What happened?

I craned my neck and followed his gaze out the window. I could see Emmett, Jasper and Alice talking to Leah. Sam Uley was storming away from the house. Leah looked terrified.

…Did they tell them about the bites?

He didn't move an inch but he flickered his serious eyes at me before going back to gazing outside the window. That was enough. I sighed.

Seth started to ask questions. I saw them slowly aggravating the tormented mind of the mute, still Edward. That torment exploded without a warning.

"Edward, what the hell happened?" Seth demanded.

"I don't know!" And then he was gone, slamming the door with him in a fraction of a second. I found myself shivering at his odd behaviour. But there wasn't time for that yet. I concentrated on Jacob, but all I could do was wait for the blood to do its job. Seth continued to ask questions but I brushed it off, focused on thoughts of both Edward and Jacob. And then Bella. And then the rest of my family. Who would have thought we'd all be so affected by this? Jacob flitted between his house and ours, but it was clear that this was becoming his home too. Sometimes I wondered whether Edward had truly accepted this. It was true, Jacob had rubbed Rosalie and the others up the wrong on a few occasions in the beginning, but he was young and careless, not malicious. It was in our nature I realised all too well as my eyes wandered over the three bite marks on Jacob –his face was getting more colour and his breathing more even. Still no sign of life though. But nature wasn't always so strong, and bickering would come and go. His rivalry with Edward had been personal…spiteful. My eyes lingered on the bites.

"I feel funny." Seth suddenly slowed. I took that as a cue to stop the blood transfusion. Noticing this, Seth waved a hand dismissively to try and show he was okay. "I'm fine. Is Jake…?"

I hesitated, looking at Jacob's still form. "If he's survived three bites and the blood loss so far, I don't think his life is in any danger now." I said in a cautious voice.

Seth exhaled. "Y-you sure?" He whispered.

I nodded, daring to smile. "Look his wounds are healing."

Seth jumped up from the seat to look, but tripped over his feet, holding his head. I caught him under his arms and lowered him back into his seat.

"Steady, steady." I put a hand on his shoulder. "You've helped save his life, don't forget you've lost blood as a result." I told him to keep his head down and then found Esme in the living room, looking at the clock with a nostalgic look. She turned around. She smiled as she saw my face.

I held out my hands as if to tell her not to get carried away. "He's still unconscious, still weak…"

"…but he's alive." She finished for me. Not breaking away once from my eye she walked straight towards me and we embraced tightly. I sighed into her shoulder and she laughed lightly. "We are very lucky to have such a brilliant doctor."

"No," I murmured, "I'm the one who is lucky."

She laughed again. "What about Edward?" She whispered carefully.

I drew away from her, my eyes downcast.

"What's wrong?" She asked, alarmed.

I squeezed her shoulders reassuringly. "Tell the others the good news, get Jacob upstairs into a bed."

Trusting my judgement, she nodded.

I walked away, and then stopped. "Oh, about the vampire that attacked Jake…"

"It was some stray vampire apparently. The wolves have probably taken care of the mess." Esme said, giving me a look that told me I could me I could relax now.

But I couldn't. Although I wish I could.

"Ah, I see." I muttered.

I found Edward in the kitchen, leaning against the sink. Hesitant, I stood against the doorway, watching him sadly. He ignored me, looking anywhere around the immaculate, spotless facilities than where I was. If I had a heart it would be beating wildly I was so nervous to confront him.

I spoke in my thoughts again, quiet whispers to him. I didn't want him to think that I was mad.

I was looking at the bites on Jacob.

He repressed a frightened look. His hands holding onto the counter tightened as if willing himself not to run away.

Something doesn't add up.

I stepped carefully into the kitchen, my shoes making light noises. They sounded as heavy as the cause on my mind.

The bite marks, that is.

I carefully slid next to the cabinet.

The teeth imprints on his neck are different to the ones on his shoulder and arm.

I was standing besides him now with our shoulders touching, both of us looking at our shoes. Edward had his eyes closed, accepting what he knew I was about to ask.

I sighed deeply.

"Why did you bite him, Edward?"

Hope you liked it! Cos I'm writing this for you Twilight fans out there! :)

Anyone see that coming at all? :P