Hello! My holidays have begun before midterms and yeah I'm not studying. (Don't judge, okay?) (A girl has needs)

Anyway, This is the beginning of the Sorenson Chapter in this story. Is he good? Is he bad? Is he senile? Theories?

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Aki0Storyteller0 - Thanks for pointing that out! You're right, it may seem like an inconsistency but the things is, I keep the locking the door part of the story because T needs it to show the reader that she's doing something in private but then I just remove the unlocking thing because then I feel like it becomes redundant (Always locking and unlocking) it just means that when someone can open the door, T has opened the door. Sorry that it bothers you. I'll try to make that door thing a little less like that. Also, the things that she says are deliberately ignored that way, like there are times I've made the characters brazenly ignore what she's said. Is that what you're talking about? Like, half the time what she suggests, the others don't like unless she's making them forcibly do it. If it's something else, please let me know.

Varsini C P - Hi, yes, finally. Emily certainly doesn't stand up for the stereotyping I agree :) Hence why it was her knocking some sense into T. I enjoyed writing that part. Yeah, I'm Indian. Enjoy!

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Kat Smith - Well... hehehehe, maybe a little, right? Thanks for the support love, I just really want to finish this series. Get some rest on that foot sweetie! You have the rest of your life to jump around! I'm sure the pups are ecstatic about being in the videos. Best of Luck, honey! Love ya!

Deep sunken eyes looked up at me as bony fingers latched feverishly onto the door frame. I gaped at the man as he hunched over onto himself, looking half dazed and half crazy.

"Tulika," Roosevelt Sorenson, leaned into the entrance and I immediately gripped onto his shoulders supporting his diminished weight but even that wasn't enough as he crash landed right into the foyer.

There was a split second pause before,

"CHARLIE!"

Charlie skidded around the corner of the hallway, his booted feet leaving tracks as he nearly stumbled right into the kitchen. He gripped onto the wall to balance himself before he glanced down to where I was hovering over a shivering, unconscious Roosevelt Sorenson.

I began to tug at his arms and legs, trying to slide him further into the warmth of the house before looking up at my guardian, "Help me, Charlie!" I nearly yelled before I registered his expression.

His eyes had bugged out, nostrils flared, colouring nearly white as he stared flabbergasted at the man lying in his foyer.

For a split second, I was scared that he was having a stroke or something but then I realised.

Sorenson was supposed to be dead. He was declared dead, officially, legally. Charlie was the investigating officer on his death and he had ruled out any possibility of his having died because of all the blood in his house. The fact that a supposedly dead man was in his house had to be trying.

Still, I couldn't waste much time when the biggest clue I had in this universe had landed right in my lap.

"Charlie, please!" I implored.

He stared at us then began to march over.

"T, get away from him, now!" He said, authority clear in his voice and I stared back, confused. "What are you talking about?" I asked.

"He is dead! Do you understand me? He was supposed to be dead and now he's here! This isn't a joke. Listen to me and get away from him…now!"

Charlie gripped my upper arm and yanked me up off the floor, pushing me well behind him as he began to make the procedural checkups.

He pressed his fingers to his throat and wrist before getting off the floor himself.

"I need to call this in." he mumbled.

"Wait!" I shrieked. If he made that call, Sorenson would be taken in before I could talk to him.

"I can't wait, this is a serious matter." He reasoned.

"I know…I just…don't you think it would be better if a doctor saw him before the police? I mean, look at him. He fell over. He is clearly in no state to answer any questions and if you arrest him, you won't win any favors from him. Let him trust you. Nurse him back so he will want to help." I said quickly, words slurring as I tried to get Charlie's attention.

Charlie kept his eyes fixed on me for a long while before he sighed.

"You should be a lawyer. Fine, we'll do it your way. We'll call the hospital to send an ambulance." He said but I quickly over rode him.

"I'll call Carlisle." I said, quickly dialing so Charlie couldn't refuse.

Carlisle picked up on the third ring.

Tulika, how may I help you?

I glanced at Charlie.

"He's here. Sorenson, he's at my house, alive and very sick. I need you, please." I whispered, low enough that Charlie couldn't quite make out what I said but I knew Carlisle caught every word.

There was a pause before Carlisle replied in a curt tone.

I'll be right there.

Charlie laid Sorenson out on the couch and draped a throw blanket on top of him. His eyes were still furrowed, gaze stony. He'd ordered me to stay as far as I could from him but I couldn't. I gravitated towards the unconscious man like a moth as I stared at the thinner and gaunter frame of the Librarian.

He was alive; alive and well. He'd been into hiding and while Stephen and I had agreed to let him have his peace till we were ready to go after him, he'd made the choice to come out first…and come to my doorstep.

It was clear hiding hadn't done him any good, if he was in this condition.

I crossed my arms, watching him from over the back of the couch head.

Charlie entered the room with his hands in his pockets, moustache fluttering as he let out a deep breath. I turned to look at him just as he opened his mouth but he shut it when the knock came.

Charlie glanced at the door before he was moving towards it, me just behind him to see the open door revealing Carlisle.

Sometime in the past hour, the rain had picked up. It was nearly invisible out there and Carlisle's raincoat was drenched and so was his platinum hair.

His eyes fixed on me over Charlie's head and he gave me a once over before his eyes moved to the Chief.

"Charlie, I came as soon as I could." He said, walking in and sighing.

"Thanks for this, Carlisle, I suppose we can't trust anyone else with this." He motioned inside the house. "I'll get you a towel." He said, catching Carlisle's state and moving towards the linen closet.

I took the chance and moved towards Carlisle immediately.

He glanced over my head towards Charlie again before nodding towards me. "Well," he encouraged.

"He just showed. Like seriously, he just showed up. Edward left and I was talking to Charlie and then he is just there. He didn't say anything, just my name and then he fell over." I said, sneaking a quick look over my shoulder to see Charlie still rummaging, muttering as he looked for spare towels.

If it was any one…human…I'd have gone to help just so the person wouldn't catch a cold but thankfully, I didn't have to worry about that with the people I usually hung out with.

"It doesn't make any sense. We knew he was alive and we let him know by any means we had that we were willing to help but he didn't come out to us. Why now? What happened now that he had to come out to us like this?" I asked.

Carlisle hummed, eyes cast downwards as he rubbed his hands together in a show of fake cold.

"We wouldn't know that till we have a word with him." he said.

"You can't let Charlie take him into custody, Carlisle. He's the only one that-," I broke off, looking up at Edward's adoptive father guiltily.

Carlisle shot me a small smile of solidarity. "I understand, sweetie. Don't worry," he nodded at me before raising his head and I turned to see Charlie finally coming towards us with a towel in hand.

"I really need to do some sorting around here. I forgot I kept the towels in the closet on the stairs." He mumbled and handed the blue plush to the doctor who rubbed it against the strands on his head, making them stand up.

"It's ok, Chief. May I examine my patient now?" he asked.

"Right this way," Charlie said.

Charlie and I followed Carlisle inside the living room.

Sorenson was on his back on the couch, the blanket haphazard on his body. His skin was sallow and looked elastic, stretched on his bones and his bones were definitely more prominent than before…even when I'd seen him at the bank.

Carlisle slipped on his white coat and slung a stethoscope around his neck before he gently pulled the blanket down, laying the scope on his chest, and feeling around for his heart. His other hand fumbled at the man's wrist and I watched as his eyes studied the man with more than human precision.

Finally he rose up from the floor and beckoned us to follow him back out.

"Well," he said, turning and unbuttoning his coat. "There is one thing I can tell you. The man on the couch is in dire need of urgent medical care. He has signs of severe exposure and his pulse is very weak. He's probably starving and dehydrated and I cannot do much for him while he's lying on your couch."

I glanced at Charlie to see him biting his lip.

"Any idea where he's been for this long...?" he asked.

Carlisle shook his head. "I'll need to run some tests. A lot of tests, to be precise, we need to take him to the hospital." He said.

"Of course," Charlie said, rubbing a hand around the back of his neck.

"Why'd he show up here?" he muttered again.

I quickly looked at Carlisle but he was faster than me.

"Listen, Charlie, I understand that the man is supposed to be a homicide case. Tulika here told me a fair bit and I can see your professional conflict so I will gladly assist you on this one." He said.

"Thanks Carlisle, means a lot, it's just that…he showed up here. What if he brought someone after him? I just," he looked at me worriedly.

"If it's me you're worried about, I can go stay with Alice for a few days, Charlie." I said.

While his worry was baseless, he wasn't completely off track. Sorenson had showed up here, but it was because he was reaching out for help, finally. Whatever had done this to him probably would've followed him, but it wasn't me that Charlie needed to be worried about. It was Charlie I needed to be worried about.

Once again, this house wouldn't be safe if I was in it.

"That would be best. You're going to have your hands full for a few days, Charlie. Esme and I will be more than happy to take T in." Carlisle said, pulling out a phone and walking away, dialing.

Charlie watched him with an unreadable gaze.

After a minute he turned and fixed me with the same gaze.

"What, what's wrong Charlie?" I asked.

"Is that what you think as well?" he asked quietly.

"About what…?" I asked slowly, apprehension trickling down steadily and pooling in my stomach.

"About Sorenson showing up here because he needed the police and I'm the Chief?" he asked, turning completely to face me, arms crossed.

I frowned up at him, confused, seeing Carlisle's eyes on us from the end of the hallway. He was frowning too.

"What are trying to say, Charlie? What are you asking?" I asked.

"I'm not doing anything. I just asked you if you thought the same thing." He said eyebrows quirking.

For a split second, I could see the suspicion, the questions, the doubt raise their ugly head behind Charlie's usually warm and fond brown eyes.

"Yeah, of course I think that Charlie. You are the Chief of Police; if he needs protection who else would be the best one to provide it?" I asked, carefully. I applied all my experience of barricading Edward from my thoughts at Charlie, unconsciously withdrawing away from him.

Carlisle walked back quickly towards us, standing in such a way that Charlie wouldn't look at me.

"The ambulance is on the way, Chief. Would you like to call a few officers?" he asked.

Charlie kept his eyes on me for a few second longer.

"Okay."

Ooooooohhhhhh, doesn't bode well with Charlie, huh?

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See you later loves!