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Ah yes and I myself have been trapped on an elevator. –shudders-. It was in 6th grade in St. Louis, Missouri at one of the large malls. It was a reward trip for the people in Student Council. There were 6 of us that were going to Level 2 and needless to say two of the guys with us thought it would be funny to jump.

As you can guess the elevator completely shuddered to a stop between the two levels. There were escalators on each side of us and tons of people just rode up and down staring at us like WTH are those kids doing? Some friends happened by us and thought we were joking it took a while to convince them otherwise.

Eventually though we were all rescued after about an hour and a half. It was extremely hot on that damn elevator and I thought one friend of mine was going to pass out. When we were all safely pulled up onto the next level there were medics there with there equipment and a stretcher . . . I guess they were just being cautious. O_o.

Now it is very, very, hard to get me to step foot in an elevator. I take the stairs anytime I can. Plus elevators make my stomach all queasy. I just don't like them!

Now that I've spilled my story…maybe I shall continue with the real story that you all clicked to read. : )

Previously…

Bella Pov

I suddenly thought of trying to call someone on my cell phone. I poured out my purse, shifting through the random things that lay scattered on the floor. Wallet. Chap stick. Calculator. Tampon. Cell phone. Ah, I found it buried underneath my bag of Peanut M&M's and bottle of lotion. I quickly opened it and felt all the breath that I had, had in my lungs rush out. Apparently, in my case, cell phones don't get good reception. Oh god, please somebody help me. With that thought I did the only thing I could and I screamed.

Previously…

Edward Pov

I didn't have the heart to argue with Sophia so I did as I was asked. Sooner or later she would come around and want the picture back up on the wall. As I put my briefcase under my right arm and scooped Sophia up in my left, I was ready to be home. I locked my office door, giving it a gentle tug to assure that it was locked. Once I was satisfied it was, I made my way to the elevator, trying to figure out we could have for dinner and thinking of what movie Sophia could possibly want to watch when we finally did reach home.

Now…

Edward Pov

As I stood in front of the elevator it sounded like there was a muffled sound coming from inside. I had no idea what it could be. To me the only thing I could think of was something was maybe wrong with the elevator. Although the elevator rarely had problems it was a piece of equipment and sometimes equipment failed.

I was very ready to be home and so was Sophia. I became more irritated that the elevator wasn't working. As I was preparing to walk away I heard, although quickly, what seemed to be like someone screaming. It didn't make sense for someone to be in the elevator when it wasn't working unless…

It wouldn't make sense unless the elevator had stopped. It was possible it had stopped between both floors and there was somebody inside. This did not leave a good feeling in the pit of my stomach. If someone was inside it was impossible to know exactly how long they had been in there and even if there was more than one person.

I set Sophia down, along with my briefcase. I slammed my hands against the metal doors. I waited for a response, any type of response. I quickly heard another shout and then it became louder. So someone was most definitely in there. I didn't want whoever it was too panic so I knew I had to be careful how I handled the situation.

"Are you okay?"

I tried to speak loudly, hoping whoever it was could hear me. Although I didn't hold much hope with thick metal between us and who knew how far down the person was.

"Please help me, I've been stuck for over an hour, I need help."

The voice was feminine and definitely that of a female. She sounded tired and scared.

"It's going to be alright, I'm gonna call someone to get you some help."

"Please don't leave me alone."

This woman thought I was going to leave her alone? That was an absurd idea. I couldn't leave someone alone who may have a serious medical condition or something wrong with them. If nothing else for the sole fact that I would hate to be alone in an elevator by myself, especially when I knew someone was out there that could keep me company.

"I won't leave you, you have my word. I'm gonna call for some help, okay?"

"Okay, but please hurray."

I knew I needed to hurray. Elevators weren't the biggest things in the entire world and didn't hold a whole lot of oxygen. I knew that there was still plenty of oxygen left, if there was only one person. As I dug my cell phone out of my pocket, I turned to look at Sophia. Her green orbs were full of curiosity and confusion. She didn't seem to understand what was going on, but she remained silent seeming to know now was not the time for questions. As I dialed 911, I hoped they could get here quick.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"This is Doctor Edward Cullen and I work at Forks General Clinic. There's a woman stuck on the elevator, it must have stopped-"

"Do you know the woman's name, sir?"

I hadn't even thought to ask the poor woman's name. That must have seemed like a real comfort to her.

"Give me one second."

I needed to instruct the woman on the other line so she wouldn't hang up because that wouldn't work well with the current problem.

"Ma'am what's your name?"

"Isabella Swan, but I go by Bella."

Bella. The name sounded wrong on my tongue. Bella was down in the elevator, stuck. It all made sense now why she hadn't arrived. My stomach felt like I had just swallowed a ton of ice, everything was cold. I couldn't worry about what I was feeling, right now; I needed to worry about actually getting Bella out. My own personal feelings for Bella pushed aside, at the moment I was in "doctor" mode.

"Her name is Isabella Swan…she's a patient of mine."

"A patient?"

"Yes, an accident a little over a month ago, nothing that's not being taken care of. How soon until someone can get out here?"

"I have workers on there way, it may take 15 or 20 minutes."

"Okay, but I-"

"I've called for help, they'll be there shortly. Goodbye."

I was left with a dial tone. Right now I couldn't worry about how angry the dispatcher had made me. I still needed to focus on Bella.

"Bella are you doing okay?"

Of course she wasn't doing okay; she was stuck in an elevator for god's sake!

"For now, but it's so hot in here."

"I bet it is, tell me about yourself?"

I knew it was a strange request, but I needed to get her mind off the situation at hand. She couldn't be worrying about whether she would make it or not. So distraction was always a good thing to use.

"Daddy."

I looked over at my daughter. She was sitting on my briefcase, her little arms wrapped around her knees. She looked lost, like I had abandoned her. I had completely ignored her for the last few minutes not even taking the time to give her an explanation of what was going on. I held out my arms and in seconds her little head was nestled securely in my shoulder.

"What is it?"

"What's going on? I thought we were going home?"

"I know but a lady is in trouble, she needs our help?"

"What can I do?"

Always so selfless, even at her tender age. She always wanted to know how she could help someone. Even though the situation was too hard to really explain to her, it would help to get her little mind off things by at least suggesting something to do.

"Well, how about you draw the lady a picture?"

"Daddy, I don't have any crayons or paper."

"Well, what if I told you I had some extra paper and a few colored pens you could use, would that work?"

"YES."

I was happy to see that Sophia was once again acting like herself. It was amazing how the prospect of coloring for someone, anyone, could brighten up her day. I wouldn't be surprised if she turned out to be an artist. The briefcase that she carried over to be, was nearly as big as her. I could only watch amused as she drug it across the floor stopping every few seconds to take a breath. When she finally reached me I quickly opened it up finding a few pieces of extra paper that I didn't need, and pens of different colors. I handed everything to her and snapped my briefcase shut, watching as she used it for a table to color on.

"—work as a kindergarten teacher. I really love it; it's such a rewarding career."

Crap, I had forgotten about Bella. I suddenly had the thought that I was beginning to lose my memory. I couldn't remember who to take care of.

"I bet it is. You sound like a wonderful person."

That was all I could come up with and too me it sounded…lame. I just hope that she wouldn't take hint of it.

"Are you Edward Cullen?"

I looked up to see myself surrounded by to large men standing in front of me who were carrying two very big tool boxes and a bunch of other equipment that I had no clue what it did.

"I am yes."

"Alright, well I'm Greg and this is Joshua. We're here to get a Bella Swan out."

"Yeah, I'll get out of your way. Just let her know you're here, you'll have to talk kind of loud."

They both nodded and I quickly moved out of there way. Thankfully, although I hadn't realized it, Sophia had moved back against the white wall and I walked over and set next to her. She continued quietly coloring and I was glad all the commotion that had been happening hadn't bothered her. I quickly dug out my cell phone and called my father, luckily he had the day off today.

"Edward, what do I owe this pleasure of you calling me for?"

"Hey dad, uh, I need a favor."

"Alright."

"Could you come down to the clinic, there's a big shin-dig and one of patients ended stuck in the elevator and they're working on getting her out. It's getting late, but I don't want her to go home without being checked out by a doctor."

"Why can't you stay and check her out yourself?"

"Dad I have Sophia, like I said she hasn't had dinner and I don't want this to traumatize her."

"Son, I respect your decision fully to want to protect Sophia but I highly doubt this is going to traumatize her. Do you know who the woman is?"

Of course my father just had to ask the question I was hoping he wouldn't. No sense in trying to get around it, he would figure it out one way or another.

"It's one of my patients…Bella Swan."

"Ah…now I'm inclined to not want to come out there. I think you should take care of her yourself, she is your patient after all."

There was the whole patient-confidentiality thing, but I had talked to my mother about how special Bella was. I hadn't given her any of her medical history, just what kind of person I found her to be. That of course brought a sparkle into her eyes, and I knew she'd tell my father, so here we are now.

"Look, it's hard to explain."

"Try Edward, you have to give me something."

"Okay fine, she's this beautiful woman who loves life and she's spunky and determined. She loves kids and her job. She's sweet and stubborn and everything that I-"

"That you want in a wife and a mother? Edward don't beat yourself up for wanting that."

"Dad I don't love her, I don't even like her, h*ll I don't even know her."

"Listen to me Edward; I didn't know your mother at all when I first met her. That didn't seem to bother her though. We had something together and that something was called chemistry. I went after her and I'll never regret that day because when I did, I fell in love with her. If I hadn't gone after her I can guarantee I wouldn't be where I am today. I wouldn't have the amazing family that I do and for that I will always love your mother for. Son, it's not easy falling in love, love isn't supposed to be easy, but if you find that right person, it makes your life so much better."

I listened as my father talked about my mother and love and life. I knew the story of how they ended up together. My mother and father met while in college, my father was going to be a doctor and my mother an interior decorator. It was a slightly odd match back in the day, but now you could say they were a "Match made in heaven". Even as a child I could never remember them arguing or fighting, there has always been so much love in there relationship, something that a lot of people were jealous of.

"It isn't right, it can't happen."

"Who says it can't happen, the hospital? If you love somebody you won't let something like a career come between you. You're a brilliant doctor and there are always other hospitals."

"What if I'm crazy? I shouldn't feel this for one of my patients, and it's confusing."

"I know, like I said, love isn't supposed to make sense. It's supposed to be difficult and make you angry and upset. It can bring so much joy to your life or so much darkness, but if you find the right person, then in the end everything will work out the way it's supposed to."

"Okay, I don't want to talk about it anymore…will do this for me?"

"Okay, fine, I'll come down, but on one condition."

"What?"

"You tell her how you feel?"

"Dad I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because…then I'll be locked up somewhere when she looks at me like I'm a complete psycho."

"Okay then ask her out to dinner."

"Fine, if it'll get you off my back."

I sighed. This whole situation was not going the way I wanted it to. I wasn't in love with Bella, that much I knew. I had lied though when I said I didn't like her, because I did. I liked her a lot, probably more than I should. It was like I was attracted to her, but not because I was her doctor or because I saved her life. I was attracted to the beauty she showed me and the way she interacted with Sophia. Besides when had my father turned into my love coach or therapist, or whatever he was being right now.

"That's good to hear, I'll see you in 10 minutes. Don't worry I'll think of something."

"Thank you."

"You're my son; it's my job to look after you. I'll see you soon."

"Bye."

As I hung up the phone and looked over to where the elevator was being worked on my eyes widened. The doors were partially opened. I was hoping to be gone, by the time Bella had exited the elevator.

"How much longer till she's out?"

"Well, Joshua just has to pull the emergency hatch off and we'll be able to pull her free."

"Oh, uh, look I really need to be going. My daughter needs to get home and-"

"We were told this was your patient."

"Right, but um, listen could you please tell her I wasn't here. My father's coming, he's a doctor, he'll take a look at her, but she can't know I was here. It's important."

The man whose name was Greg gave me a weird look but nodded. I highly doubt he understood what seeing Bella would do to me. It was hard being attracted to someone like Bella, especially when she was your patient. I couldn't have her see me and consider me her hero. I wanted to work through my emotions before I acted, it was only logical.

"You better get out of here, if you don't want here to know you were here. We won't say anything."

"Thank you."

Once again I was gathering up my briefcase. Sophia seemed to understand my stress; she often seemed to know me better than I knew myself. I found it strange but didn't bother to question it. Sophia made no protests as I picked her up and her head was once again, buried deep in my shoulder. She needed the comfort that I provided; it had not only been a long day for me, but her as well. I waved a quick goodbye to Greg and left heading for the stairs.

As I reached my car, I couldn't help but notice my father's sleek, black, Mercedes. He was here, which was both a good thing and a bad thing. Now I wouldn't be forced to possibly have to confront feelings that I weren't sure of. Only now my father had to think of a cover story that Bella would buy. I could only hope she wouldn't recognize my voice.

As I started my car, I looked back at Sophia to see her sound asleep in her car seat where I had put her moments before. When I got home and got everything that needed to be done, done, I would head to bed. Although, I feared, I wouldn't be getting much sleep.

Author Note: Whew…my longest chapter yet is now done. It took me for ever to write this, so I hope it was okay. I'm thinking Edward, maybe Carlisle, were a little OOC or Out Of Character. I hoped they weren't but if they were I apologize for that.

So Edward is finally starting to admit his feelings for Bella? Where in the world could that lead him…? A dinner in the future for the two or just more complications? What about Carlisle's fatherly advice...think it'll help Edward any?

I hoped you enjoyed it and didn't see it as being rushed…I tried to take it slow…or as slow as one can take a situation like this without it being terribly boring. : )

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