A dark mercedes sped down the road, lights off, engine nearly silent even in excess of 100 mph. Even if a policeman saw it coming, they wouldn't be able to see it; the dark night and cloudy skies made it nearly invisible to human eyes. And even if somehow they learned it was there, it would be gone before they could react.

Suddenly, it swerves off the highway, down an even darker dirt road, sending rocks and mud splashing against the ancient trees that border it. Only when lights become faintly visible in the distance does it finally skid to a halt, the lone occupant stepping out of the vehicle almost before the car stops. He sprints down the dark road, skidding again to a halt at the sight of the single person waiting for him.

"I came as soon as I got your call," he says, approaching quickly, but doing his best to remain unthreatening, "Is she alright? What is her condition?"

"Follow me."

Carlisle nods, and the two sprint abreast with one another, deeper into the Quilete Reservation. Glancing over at the vampire that was easily matching his pace, the dark-haired young man spoke between deep breaths, "We don't know. We found her near the battlefield. She seems to be fine, but she wouldn't wake up." he faltered a little in his steps, and had to jump to the right to avoid running into a tree.

"But something happened," Carlisle filled in, and Jacob grunted in affirmation.

"One of the elders put something under her nose. It was supposed to just wake her up, but... She started to convulse; she almost broke a window before we got her under control, and even then, it took three of us to hold her down!" Carlisle saw him shaking his head in faint admiration. "That's when one of us," Carlisle couldn't help noticing a frown suddenly appear on his face, "Decided to call you."

"Seth."

Jacob grunted in annoyance as he nodded, "We're here."

"Hold her steady! If she keeps thrashing like that, she'll hurt herself!."

On the table, Bree thrashed wildly, her eyes rolling back into her head as Carlisle approached. Finally, slowly, she relaxed, collapsing onto the table, muscles and eyelids still twitching faintly, muttering faintly, too quiet to hear.

Carlisle sighed and drew back, then turned to Jacob again, rattling off a chain of questions, "How did she get here? What was she doing? What happened?" He looked down at her pensively, and muttered, "…What could she have been doing?"

Jacob looked at him sharply, "You act as if you know her. We should ask you the same questions! What exactly is going on?"

Carlisle made his way back to the table, checking the girls pulse, looking down introspectively. "I only wish I knew." With a sigh, he turned back to the tall werewolf, "Yes, I know her. She is a patient of mine. But what she could have been doing there?" he shook his head, "I don't know, but I intend to find out. Where exactly did you find her?"

"You'll have to ask Seth about that," said Jacob, gesturing towards the back room, "He found her. He was the only one on wolf form at the time, so nobody else knew about it until he walked in with her in his arms. We were a little busy after that."

Carlisle nodded gratefully, turning towards the back room, but paused as Jacob called his name;

"Carlisle—this girl...she's not normal. These aren't the normal men you might be used to from a hospital; they're fully grown men of the pack. And it took three of them to hold her down. Is it possible she's been…? Could it be starting already?"

Carlisle sighed, and turned back, "Been bitten? Assuming she was close to the battleground, one would think that it would be very probable. And you know as well as I do that the smell of a vampire is all over her. But…there is no taint to her blood. She smells human, I can smell that more and more the longer I linger here." He rubbed his eyes, an act he had maintained for so long it had become natural, "And even if she were infected, she wouldn't be able to do much more than scream for the next few days. No, she's no vampire."

He walked back to the table, and looked down curiously, "She is human."

"What's her name?"

Carlisle glanced up from his patient, then smiled, "Bree. She was one of my patients in Seattle, before..." he paused, searching for the right word, "Before everything started," he finally said.

He watched Seth for a long moment, then returned to inspecting his patient, "I am, and no doubt she is, very grateful that you found her. If you hadn't been there, who knows what might have happened before someone stumbled upon her?"

Seth cocked his head to the side and smiled faintly, "Alice?"

Carlisle blinked, then smiled, "Ah, yes, sometimes I forget how well acquainted you are with my family. A good thing for the both of us, it seems."

Seth sighed, "The others don't think so."

Carlisle straightened, resting his hand on Seth's shoulder, "They might not now, but with hard, honest work, maybe one day they will. When that day comes, I'm certain that you'll be at the heart of it. Maybe one day, we can work together without treaties and threats of violence."

Seth smiled at the thought, and Carlisle stepped back, "However, I feel that my welcome has begun to run out. I should go."

"Thanks for coming," Seth said, awkwardly, "I didn't know what the others would do when I called you, but she needed your help. The elders…" he faded, and Carlisle smiled,

"You did the right thing. If she hadn't been sedated when she was, she might have hurt herself. Or someone else." He glanced down at her face, still slightly tense even at rest, "She's different from the rest. Take care of her."

Seth nodded, and walked over to her as Carlisle finished packing his instruments at superhuman speed.

"Isn't there anything we can do?"

Carlisle shook his head decisively, "No. As far as I can tell, her body is in perfectly good condition. There is no swelling other than where she's been held down, and her immune system is operating perfectly normally…for her. At this point, there is little we can do but wait."

Seth nodded, "Thanks again for coming, Dr. Cullen."

Carlisle turned just before the door, "Remember, Seth—Call me Carlisle." With a final smile, he walked out the door.

"How is she?"

Carlisle turned to see Sam Uley approach, a light jacket thrown over his bare chest, hair still ruffled from Shifting, "More importantly, did she see anything?"

Carlisle slowly shook his head, "I don't know. The sedative I gave her was much stronger than I would normally administer; however, her body has a very rapid response time, and she will only sleep for another four to six hours. From the drugs, at least; Should she fall into a natural sleep, as I hope she will, it could last for far longer. Simply let her rest, and whatever this is should pass fairly quickly."

"Stop avoiding the question. You know that we can't let her go. Not until we're certain she hasn't seen anything. We can't risk letting your 'Volturi' know of our presence here."

Carlisle sighed, turning to look at the small village the Quilete Indians supported. "I was aware of that from the instant I received Seth's call. The instant he mentioned how many people it took to hold her down, my intuition told me that it must have been Bree; I asked Alice if she could see anything."

Sam frowned, "But she couldn't."

"Oddly, you're wrong," Carlisle said, eyebrows pinching together, "But what she did see made even less sense than if she had seen nothing at all. Everything surrounding this girl is a wash of possible futures and outcomes. The strangest part is that some of her visions involve werewolves, and…something else."

Sam's eyes narrowed, "That's impossible. She can't see us."

Carlisle held his hands up placatingly, "I do not know. Vampiric powers are not always set in stone, and even I know little about the way our transformation and abilities function."

Sam shook his head with a frown, "Perhaps it would be best if you left now. We'll make sure the girl is taken care of."

"Of course," Carlisle said with a nod, "Should you need my assistance, I would be happy to come at any hour; If I'm not available, Edward could-"

"That won't be necessary." Sam's eyes were cold, "Despite this little breach, our half of the Treaty still holds strong. Will you honor it?"

"Very well. One final word of warning about Bree-"

"Dr. Cullen. I think that you should leave. Now." He stepped forward, staring down at the doctor, who looked up impassively. Finally, he nodded,

"Very well. I will call to check up on her soon."

Sam nodded shortly, and Carlisle turned and quickly disappeared into the forest.

Behind him, Sam's thoughts flew quickly. If the future-seeing bloodsucker was able to see them, they'd have lost one of their hugest advantages in the event of a fight, an advantage they'd only known of for a few weeks. On the other hand, she apparently couldn't see what was happening…at least not yet. They had to make a decision about this, and it had to be made soon.

He strode back inside the building, noting the girl, and then walking into the next room, where the rest of the pack had gathered after the doctor had left. He was pleased to note that Seth was not being excluded, even after he had been so reckless as to call one of the bloodsuckers here; he would have to remind him of where his loyalties lay, later…but for the moment, the pack needed to stick together.

"We're having a pack meeting," Sam said, voice pitched with a tone of command, "Jared; alert the elders. Tell them to meet us at the beach fire-ring. Paul," he paused, wincing a tiny bit internally, then sighed, "Go find Leah. She's probably hiding out at the Clearwater house. Seth…follow me. We need to talk."

"What about Bree?" Seth said, a trace of stubbornness showing in his face.

Sam paused, then sighed again, "What about her?"

"We can't just leave her on the table like that. What if someone stops by? Dr. Cullen," He ignored the frown that name drew on his face, "Said that she'll be out for six hours. What if someone comes in and sees her like that?"

Sam frowned, but he knew he was right. If someone found her, there would be questions, and the last thing they needed now was exposure. "Alright, fine. If you're so worried about her, then how about she stays at your house?"

Seth's eyes went wide, "What?" He said, intelligently.

Paul cut him off with a loud laugh, "She's moving in already! Nice work, Seth! I never knew you had it in you!" He stood, still laughing, "I'm already stopping by, so I'll just take her over with me when I go. Don't worry, I'll keep her safe." With another laugh, he was through the door and gone, leaving a very confused Seth behind.

Sam simply nodded, "Excellent. Let's move."

And on the word of the Alpha, the Wolves moved.