Disclaimer-I do not own Grey's Anatomy or McDreamy. Lol. If I did, I would actually know a lot more about that show.

I also want to apologize if the story has been boring so far. I wanted to try and develop their relationship a bit before I introduced conflict. But there will be some major conflict later, and also some other minor conflicts. Actually, a bit of one of the more important conflicts will be introduced coming up in this very chapter. ;)


Chapter 10

A couple uneventful weeks went by. Over that time period, the dream only came back one night, and it had changed slightly.

This time, instead of laying on the couch and watching the fire burn, it was pitch black in the room. Then the same thing happened again, I was attacked from behind and never saw the face of who bit me. I would then wake up screaming, and not be able to go back to sleep.

Since then, Natalie had asked me to go and see another movie with her, but I passed. So she took her boyfriend, and they went up and watched Blood lust again. She had seen it three times already, and saying she was obsessed with it was an understatement. She would call me constantly to tell me about how amazing the movie was.

So since I was going to have a free night on Friday, and Dr. Cullen had already planned to go hiking with the boys, I invited Bella, Alice, and Rosalie over to watch some non-scary movies with me that night. I invited Rosalie, just to be nice...and after all I wanted to become friends with her as well.

But Rosalie had of course come up with an excuse as to why she didn't think she could come, but Alice and Bella were coming.

When I got back home after classes Friday afternoon, I picked up my mail and went into my apartment. I figured that I should clean up a little bit and get the apartment looking a bit nicer before the girls came over.

Before I did that however, I wanted to eat something, so I set down the stuff I was carrying and poured myself a bowl of cereal. I walked over to my desk and sat down at the computer. While I was waiting on the page to load, I briefly skimmed my mail, finding nothing more than a handful of bills.

Except the last envelope was different because it was very formally addressed. It certainly wasn't a bill, but a letter. I almost couldn't open it, because I knew what it was. I took a deep breath, and read the very prestigious looking document.

Dear Miss Brooklyn Jeffers,

Each year, as you may know...only one hundred college sophomore aspiring medical students are selected from around the world to participate in Alaska University's Spring Medical Program.

Only the finest and most intelligent students are picked, in order to further broaden the medical field with talented people.

It is my greatest honor to congratulate you in being selected to participate in this fine program.

If you agree to take part in the program, you will attend classes on Alaska University campus for the months of March, April, and May of this year.

In order to plan ahead, please send us back a letter by January 20th, letting us know if you want to be a part of the program.

Congratulations.

I swore I couldn't breathe. This very letter that I was holding in my hands at this exact second, was the very letter I had worked for my entire life. All the hard work and effort I put into my schoolwork each and every day was for this very letter. My own grandfather had been a part of Alaska University's Medical program. The most successful doctors in the world were graduates of it. There wasn't any other program like this anywhere else. This was a really big thing for me, for anyone.

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that I would really be one of only a hundred people chosen to be a part of it. I was completely overwhelmed with excitement.

But my excitement didn't last long. I frowned when I suddenly realized that there was absolutely no way to attend the program without actually temporarily moving to Alaska. And temporarily moving to Alaska meant not seeing Dr. Cullen.

Four or Five months ago, my choice would have been obvious, I wouldn't even have had to consider more than one option. I would have accepted the invitation to attend the program and not even have second thoughts about it. I would not have let a guy get in my way.

But now I was. If I was not with him, I would surely go to Alaska without a doubt. But since I was with him, even if it was only for three months...leaving him even for that short amount of time seemed like far too long.

This is why I had kept myself from falling in love, because I didn't want anyone to get in the way of my career, my future.

And now I had to choose between love and my future.

Four or five months ago, I would have picked my future.

But my values had changed.

It was making me feel sick just thinking about it, and I really didn't want to worry myself with it right then. I simply left the letter sitting on the desk, and I got up to rinse out my bowl.

I thought about possibly telling my grandfather about it, since that's what I always did when I needed advice.

I didn't think I was going to tell Dr. Cullen about it, though because I knew what he would say.

I knew he would tell me to go.

But I wasn't sure if I wanted to. And I was going to take my time thinking about it, even if I still hadn't decided by the time January came.

I sighed, picked up my keys, and went to the video rental store to pick up the best comedies I could find.

I had gotten three comedies for Bella, Alice, and I to watch. They came over at six thirty, and by ten thirty, we had finished all of the movies, and we had turned on this really boring show that was on TV.

Bella was laying on the floor, all curled up in a bunch of blankets I found. Alice and I were sitting on the couch, and Alice had pretty much begged me to let her brush my hair. I agreed, and she had been combing through it for a while now.

The TV show was boring enough that we weren't paying any attention to it, and we had been talking about really dumb things for a long time. We had actually just finished talking about Oatmeal. Now we were talking about our top five dreams that we wanted to achieve in our lifetime. I was last, and it was my turn.

"So what about you Brooke?" Bella asked me.

"Well, okay...I've always dreamt about...." I sighed, remembering the letter, "Getting to be accepted to Alaska University's Spring Medical program."

"That's one heck of a big dream." Bella said. "Isn't that really hard to get into?"

"Yeah...it is." I replied, trying to switch my focus. "Umm..two...I've always wanted to get married to this amazing guy. Even if it took a hundred years before I would. Three, I've always wanted to become a doctor...duh." I said, and they laughed.

"Four, I've always wanted to be a guest star on Grey's."

"Grey's Anatomy?" Alice asked.

"Oh yeah, I'm a big McDreamy fan. I actually own his fan site and everything. I've met him twenty-two times. He knows my name."

They laughed at me.

"Hey and that dream might come true. The last time I talked to him he told me that he was gonna see about finding me a guest spot."

"Wow." Alice said.

I elbowed her, "Shut up." I said. "And last." I smiled. "Ok this is going to sound really weird, but I've always dreamed of, you know...being in an office with a really hot doctor, and having him just set me up on the desk and kiss me...you know...like they do on TV?"

"Oh man." Bella said, laughing. "That's even better than the McDreamy thing."

"I told you it was weird." I said, grinning.

I had just come up with something I wanted to ask Alice that had been bothering me for a while, and it would get them off the topic of my odd dreams.

"Hey Alice?" I asked. "Why doesn't Rosalie like me?"

"Rosalie has issues." Alice said. "She never likes it when someone new joins the family. She was the same way with Bella as she is with you."

Bella nodded, approving Alice's statement.

"And what about Jasper? I mean...I'm sorry if I sound rude...but he never talks to me."

Alice laughed, "Jasper has issues of his own. But he doesn't dislike you at all. Trust me."

"Alice, does your entire family know about me being with your father?"

"Yeah, they do. They didn't at first, only Edward knew. But it didn't take long before Edward had to tell Bella and I. He tells us everything. I then of course told Jasper, and it eventually just became obvious to Emmett and Rose."

"Do they exactly approve of what we're doing...I mean with us dating while he's still dating Viviene and all?"

"Well," Alice said, "We used to all like Viviene a lot when she was first with Carlisle. She was nice to all of us, and to him. He seemed happy, and since he was happy...we were happy too. We still liked her, even after she started disappearing all the time on her trips. But after half a year or so, Carlisle didn't seem happy anymore. He acted the same way he did when he was single. So lost, as if he didn't have anyone."

She stopped brushing my hair for a second before she continued on with her story.

"He tried to tell us a few months later that she wasn't the person we all thought she was, but none of us believed him. She still didn't come around much, and she was just sucking the money out of him. Even when she would come home, he wasn't happy."

She went back to brushing my hair.

"It took us all a while to realize that she wasn't as good for him as we thought, and we all just kind of stopped liking her so much. But we thought since Carlisle was still with her, that he still liked her. So when you started coming into the picture, it sort of worried us at first, because...well Carlisle's not the cheating type really. And parts of us still didn't want to see Viviene hurt. But once he told Edward the truth, about everything she had done...well...we all decided that we liked you a lot better." She said smiling at me.

I laughed. "I'm glad about that Alice."

"Carlisle had always been so lonely. Besides Edward, he was the only one that didn't have anybody. And then of course, Edward found Bella." Alice smiled at her, "He's just been alone so long. It hurt all of us to see him like that."

I couldn't even imagine that. Him having to worry about someone that loved him. But I guess when you live in a world that mainly only looks at physical beauty, rather than inner beauty...and you wanted someone that loved you for more than your looks, that someone like him could have difficulty finding someone that truly cared about him.

"I have never," Alice said. "Seen him as happy in his entire life as he has been since the day he met you."

I looked at her, interested in what she had to say.

"You mean so much to that man, you have no idea." Alice told me. "You're all he ever talks about...sometimes it gets annoying."

We laughed.

"But he just seems so different, so happy, so in love."

I blushed and Bella and Alice laughed.

"Speaking of love....can I ask you a personal question?" Alice asked me.

Um? Did I want to answer that?

"Sure...I guess so." I said, kind of worried.

She laughed, "Oh relax Brooke...it's not that bad."

"Okay, I'm just checking."

"Oh gosh Alice," Bella said, "Please tell me it's not what you talked to me about in the car on the ride here."

Alice just grinned, "Brooke have you and Carlisle made out yet?"

I screamed, "Ew! Alice gosh why in the world would you want to ask me something like that!" If I wasn't blushing before, I certainly was now.

"I told her not to ask you." Bella said.

"Well I was just wondering." Alice said, turning back to me, all smiles. "Have you?"

"Why do you even want to know that?" I asked.

"Just because, I'm curious. Simply answer yes, or no."

I hid my face in one of the pillows. "No." I mumbled.

"Are you kidding me? How long have you been dating? Three months?"

Bella laughed.

"Yes." I replied simply.

"What is wrong with you girl? Gosh if I were you I would have made out with him a long time ago!"

"Okay Alice...kind weird detail there."

"Sorry, but it's true. What is it? Is he not a good kisser?"

"What? No, are you crazy? Of course he's a good kisser." I said, lifting my head from the depths of the pillow.

"Ahh, it's probably him. Carlisle doesn't exactly ring as the making out kind of type. He's probably more like Edward." Alice said, glancing at Bella. "All careful, trying to take everything way to slow. Sound right?" She asked me.

"Sort of." I said.

"That could explain it. He's just trying to be a gentleman. I know it's not because he hasn't made out with anyone before...because he certainly..."

"Ok Alice! Too Much Information!" I screamed, hiding my face again.

"Has." She finished.

"Ugh." I screamed into the pillow. "This goes down as the most awkward conversation of my LIFE!"

Her and Bella simply laughed.

"Well and it's not like you haven't ever made out with anyone before." She said.

I was silent.

"Oh gosh Brooke. Are you trying to tell me that you're nineteen years old and you've never made out with anyone before? Ever?"

"Well...um...yeah." I said.

"What the heck is wrong with you?" She asked.

"I don't know." Was all I said, lifting my face back out of the pillow.

"How come?"

"Well gee Alice, maybe because I was too busy studying all through high school instead of kissing all over guys like every other girl was doing."

"Well you're not in high school anymore girl. You've got to be a rebel!"

"And you know all about being a rebel?" I was trying to picture little Alice in a leather jacket, her arms covered in tattoos. That wasn't a very realistic picture.

"Well no." She said, and she stopped brushing my hair. "Look, do you want to make out with Carlisle?"

"Well that's a stupid question." I said.

"Do you or do you not?"

"Yes, I would indeed like to make out with your father sometime in the future. Oh gosh that sounds so, so wrong."

Bella about lost it in laughter.

"Like sometime in the near future?" Alice asked.

"I don't know Alice. Sometime would be great...yes."

"Ok...all I needed to know."

"Are you sure...or do you need to ask me even more disturbing questions?"

"No," Alice said smiling as she went back to brushing my hair. "That's the only disturbing question I had for you tonight."

I laughed and shook my head as the letter on my desk caught my eye.

Did I mention that night shift is the most amazing thing ever?

Well if I ever did, that was a major lie. Thank goodness I hadn't had to work night shift too often, or I think I'd probably go more insane than I already was.

It was the day after my "Cullen Girl" slumber party/movie night, and I had so much crap running through my mind it was ridiculous. And most of this stuff was stuff that I was keeping Dr. Cullen from knowing. My dream, the letter, and maybe most importantly the very disturbing discussion between his daughter, daughter-in-law, and I last night.

At least after we got off of the lovely topic of making out, we talked about more neutral subjects like how much it rains around here, why there's never any good TV shows on after midnight, and the many amusing and stupid things Emmett had done within the past week.

I actually arrived at the hospital before him, which was very, very odd. I went straight to his office, where I hung up my soaking wet raincoat. It was pouring cats, dogs, and elephants outside.

I didn't even notice that he had entered the room until I turned around and he was standing right in front of me.

I screamed.

"So you wanna make out with me huh?" He asked, grinning.

I blushed immediately, turning away from his gaze.

I offically hate Alice.

"Oh gosh, she told you about that?"

"How could she not? It's Alice."

"Ugh! Okay...just so you know I did not start that topic of conversation."

He just laughed at me.

"Stop doing that! Please."

He still laughed, "I actually find it amusing."

"Does Alice have the capability to keep her mouth shut?"

"Not when she learns something like that, no."

"What all did she tell you?" I asked, allowing myself to look at him.

"Oh, pretty much absolutely everything."

"Tell her I hate her, please."

"Will do my love."

I covered my face with my hands. "Oh gosh I would love not to be embarrassed anymore for the rest of my life."

He just smiled at me before he disapeared down the hall.

If I didn't love him so much, I would have smacked him.

At the end of night shift it was around, oh probably four or five in the morning. I was surprisingly more awake than I thought I would be. The shift was actually quite slow for me, Dr. Cullen had some things to do, so I went to see if I could help out Gertrude. That was the worst mistake of my life, because it turns out she didn't need any help, but she had an earful of things to tell me about her grandchildren and some really big fish that her husband caught one summer about twelve years ago.

I was glad when Dr. Cullen saved me from that with a request to go run a copy of something.

I stayed away from Gertrude then.

Since I really didn't have anything to do, I followed him around for a while as he made his rounds and checked on patients. After a while even he didn't have anything to do, but he took off to go tell Gertrude a few things.

So I sat in his office and doodled hearts all over his calendar with different colored pens.

His phone rang once, and it was Emmett, and I asked him what the heck he was doing up in the middle of the night. He replied with a simple "Can't sleep." and asked to talk to his dad.

So when the shift was over I was back in his office, gathering some things around, shutting off the computer, etc.

He walked in and closed the door behind him, and leaned over me, where I was leaning against the front of his desk.

"So how was work today?" He asked.

"Ahh...ok...Gertrude was slightly disturbing...but ok." I replied.

He laughed. "As if that's news to me."

"What Gertrude being disturbing?"

"Yes that." He moved a stray piece of hair out of my face. "So what are you going to do tomorrow?"

"Oh I don't know." I said, smiling at him. "I think I'll just sit around in my apartment fantasizing McDreamy and I together."

He frowned for a second, and then his smile returned. "Hey speaking of dreams, how would you like me to make one of your dreams come true...right now?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You'll see." He said, and with that he reached behind me and pushed all of the papers off of his desk, picked me up, and set me on the edge of the desk, before he started kissing me.

At first I was so shocked I didn't know how to react, or what to think. But that didn't last very long. He was still being very soft and gentle with each kiss, but they weren't as cautious, not near as careful as usual.

After some time, he got up and sat beside me on his desk. I kept running my hands through his hair, pulling him closer to me. I couldn't believe this was happening. Sure I had seen it done on TV a million times, but this was just almost too weird about how it was happening for real. A hot doctor and his assistant making out in his office. It was too good to be true.

Thank goodness it was.

Sadly, we had to stop our little escapade, because if we didn't come out of the office until morning, when we weren't even supposed to be there, people would have a reason to be suspicious of something. We had only been like that for maybe fifteen minutes, but it was still amazing.

He jumped off of the desk and bent over to pick up the papers scattered all around the room. I surprisinly managed to jump down too, and I started helping him gather up the papers.

"Why did you do this?" I asked as I was picking them up.

"Well that's what they do on TV isn't it?" He asked.

"Well yeah, but it sure does make a mess."

"You got that right." He said, placing his share of papers on the desk. "Remind me the next time I do that to leave the papers on the desk."

"Gotcha." I said taking out a pen and writing on a notepad,

Dear Gorgeous,

Next time you decide to randomly make out with me on your desk, don't chuck the papers across the room.

Love,
Brooke.

"There ya go." I said handing the note to him, and I heard him laughing as I turned to put on my coat and get my umbrella. It was still raining cats, dogs, and elephants.

We were just getting ready to leave when he turned to me.

"Wait a minute, did you get lipstick all over my face or anything?" He asked.

I took one look at him and cracked up laughing.

"What? Is it that bad?"

"Oh you don't have lipstick all over your face....but your hair...is a mess." I said, not able to control my laughter. It seriously was a mess, it was going in fifty different directions.

"Let me see." He said, "Do you have a mirror?"

"Yeah." I managed to say in between laughter as I handed him my compact. As he was checking out his reflection I was still laughing. "You look like such a dork."

I had never thought that I would ever use the word dork to describe him.

"Oh gosh, this is bad." He said. He handed me the mirror and licked both his hands, frantically running them through his hair, trying to smooth it down. He took the mirror back from me and looked at his reflection. His efforts didn't help any. In fact, it almost made it worse.

I was still laughing.

"Gosh." He said, licking one hand and running it over one side of his hair. No help. "My hair looks like..."

"Sex hair?" I said, before bursting into a major round of laughter.

He tried really hard not to smile, but one escaped. "I was going to say, my hair looks like a tornado ran through it, but I guess sex hair works."

Still laughing, "Ya know?" I said, trying really hard to breathe, "Instead of calling you McSexy, I should call you McSexHair"

"Not funny." He said simply, but I could tell he wanted to laugh.

He handed the mirror back to me. "It's no use."

He turned around and put on his raincoat. "Ya know? He said, pointing to his hair, " This is all your fault."

"How so?" I asked.

"Well because, if you didn't have such and obsession with messing with my hair while you kissed me, I would not look like this right now."

"Sorry, I'll try to remember that next time." I joked.

"You better."

"Anything you say McSexHair."

"Shut up." He said laughing.

"Do you have a brush or anything in that bag of yours?" He asked

"No I don't." I told him.

"Drats." He said frowning, then suddenly he got this look on his face like he had a great idea. "I got it." He said and flipped the hood on his rain jacket over his head, "There, problem solved."

I laughed at him again.

"Oh come on, it's the best I can do." He said smiling at me. "Now let's hurry up and get out of here before too many people see me like this!"

We took off out of the hospital and dashed into the parking lot. We said our usual goodbyes, and drove off our separate ways.

I didn't stop laughing for the whole drive home.

But once I walked inside the house, and noticed the letter on my desk, my laughter immediantly stopped.

I was really facing a problem here, and tonight hadn't made the problem in front of me much easier to face.

I sighed, and put the letter in one of the desk drawers so that I didn't have to look at it anymore.

I was very glad I had until January, because this was not going to be a very easy decision to make.

Thanks again for taking the time to read my story! Please shoot me a review letting me know what you think so far. I'm always open to suggestions as well! Thanks!

~Hazl~