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thanks to my reviewers

So I finally got to see the deleted scenes and OMG! I loved them all so much! Carlisle and Esme had the cutest scene that was cut out! :( But it was so sweet! I love that couple so much and I'm disappointed with how little we see of them in the books.

So to celebrate there shall be kinky sex in the chapter. Om nom Carlisle.

Chapter 11,

The house was silent and asleep. Carlisle laid awake on the sofa in the living room with one foot hanging off and his arm over his eyes with one hand on his stomach. On nights like these, when his heartburn was teaming up with a fever as it tended to do, Carlisle remained awake. Esme would take notes for him in their classes and he would call in sick for work. He didn't know that Edward was awake, having been disturbed by the sudden mental activity. So he let his mind wander back to when he was younger and carefree.

"Carlisle we need to talk," Lizzy said as they walked into Carlisle's small studio apartment.

"About what?" he asked sitting on his bed while Lizzy took the chair at his desk.

"I'm pregnant and you're being shockingly calm and collected," she said.

"It's not like I'm doing much with my life right now. College big whoop."

Lizzy sighed and leaned back in the chair. "We can't afford a baby now. I mean let's face it do we even have much of a future?"

"What do you mean? We're engaged love, we have a long future."

"I know but I feel like we're only engaged because of the baby."

Carlisle shrugged, "Liz I won't lie. I proposed to do the responsible thing. But I think for sure that it would have happened anyway. Let's face it, we've been so on again off again that it's like we're made for each other."

Lizzy sighed and came to sit with him. "First ultra sound," she mumbled, "first real doctors appointment."

"Mom wants a picture," he said. "I managed to hear that over my father's ranting. I've disappointed the family again."

"Well you knew that when you went into pre-med," Lizzy laughed, "you know how your dad views doctors!"

Carlisle laughed and nodded. He laid back on the bed and looked up at the peeling ceiling. "Mom said she'd help out until we get on our feet. Did you get to see that apartment I liked?"

"It's nice enough," Lizzy said with a shrug, "I don't want to raise the baby there forever but it's a good start. Thank god there is only one. I mean I can't possibly have multiples, they don't run in my family."

"I'm a twin remember?" Carlisle reminded her.

"Yeah but that doesn't matter. Jillian told me so."

"I'm sure your sister knows best, being a virgin nun and all," Carlisle muttered. Lizzy shot him a look and he shrugged. "What?! I'm just saying she can't have experience with this kind of thing!"

"Yeah whatever."

---

Edward got up and went downstairs. He saw that Carlisle was still awake and padded over to him.

"Dad have you seen my file?" he asked.

Carlisle pointed to the table. Edward went over and picked up the nail file. Carlisle watched in not to secret amusement as Edward scratched under his cast with it. A look of bliss crossed his face. The face reminded Carlisle of the one he made in the afterglow of sex. Edward cringed.

"Dad really?!" He whined.

"I'm sorry," Carlisle chuckled, "Sometimes I just forget how annoying it is when you have an itch you can't scratch."

"I know," Edward grunted as he scratched his skin with the file. "Oh but it feels so good!"

"That thing is starting to smell a little," Carlisle said, "did you get it wet?"

"Um...no..." Edward mumbled. His ears flushed like they always did when he was lying.

"Edward be honest."

"We had a small water balloon fight, with mom this afternoon while you were at work. I wrapped my cast but I failed."

"Alright kiddo," Carlisle sighed, "what are you doing up?"

"Your sudden thoughts jerked me from my slumber and I realized my cast was itchy and you may want to talk about it since it was about Lizzy."

"Your cast isn't really itchy is it?"

"Oh it is," Edward moaned, "dad you're a doctor! Get it off of me!"

"Edward you still have three weeks," Carlisle reminded him. "You just got it."

"Daddy I'm so itchy!"

"Come here kiddo," he said holding up his arms. Edward walked over and Carlisle sat up. He pulled his son into his lap and took the nail file. "Where is it itchy?" he asked.

"Here," Edward said pointing to his wrist.

"Alright fingers straight."

Edward stretched his fingers out and Carlisle took his cast and turned his hand slightly. He stuck the file down across Edward's palm. Edward sighed happily and smiled. "Thanks dad."

"No problem," Carlisle said, "I know your pain. You wouldn't remember but I had a broken arm from the crash. My cast had to be on a little longer because the break was worse. Handling you two was even harder with only one good arm."

"How did you deal with it?" Edward asked.

"Longer nail files. Oh and butter knives."

"No, I mean having babies and Lizzy dying."

Carlisle silently finished with the file and put it aside. He cuddled Edward and sighed. "I don't know really. My mom helped me a lot. But to tell you the truth I cried a lot. I broke down and cried like a baby on the floor. But in the end I knew that I was going to survive and while I was scared, I had to take care of you two. Then when things seemed to get their worst, you smiled at me and let out the sweetest little coo and I knew that I could somehow do it."

"So far so good," Edward said with a smile. Carlisle kissed his forehead and squeezed him lightly.

"I miss this," he said. Edward curled up.

"It's hard to be the same. I keep remembering how scared I was and how I wanted to get away."

"You know I won't hurt you," Carlisle said gently, "Edward I love you so much."

"I know dad," Edward said. "I love you too. Can you think about something nice?"

"Like what?" Carlisle asked.

"How about Lizzy," Edward suggested, "like when you would sing to Alice and me in her tummy."

"As you wish," Carlisle murmured kissing the top of his head.

Carlisle hummed softly and snuggled his precious boy. The pain in his chest was ebbing away with the throbbing in his head. He pictured a Sunday afternoon. Lizzy was laying on the floor with her back propped against the sofa with a pillow. Carlisle was laying with her with his arm around her shoulders. One hand was on her stomach rubbing in gentle soothing circles. He used to sing Baby Mine to the twins as a lullaby.

"They are listening," Lizzy murmured as Carlisle sang, "they got really still."

Lizzy smiled and Carlisle leaned down to kiss her stomach. "Sometimes I like to imagine they kiss me back."

Lizzy laughed and nodded. "Edward likes to protect his sister," she said rubbing the side where she knew her son was. "Alice is a snuggle buddy."

"What does it feel like?" Carlisle asked with a smile.

"It feels like...I don't know. I can feel them moving. I know in reality they haven't met yet. Imagine if they shared a placenta."

"See Edward's like me," Carlisle decided, "he likes his space. Then there's Alice who is like her mommy and keeps demanding attention."

Lizzy laughed and nodded. "Me demanding attention got us here."

Carlisle smiled and kissed her lips.

"Ooh I didn't even have to demand this time," Lizzy giggled. "Ow!"

"What?"

"She kicked me!"

Carlisle laughed and returned to her stomach. "Don't worry baby girl I love you too," he said kissing the side of the belly where Alice usually resided. He put his ear against her swollen stomach as if he could hear his babies. He started to sing again and as he did Lizzy lazily played with his hair.

You are so precious to me, sweet as can be baby of mine

Edward turned slightly and smiled softly against Carlisle's chest. He was warm and soft as he always had been, every since he could remember. Edward felt bad for neglecting cuddle time with his father for so long. He had almost forgotten just how comforting it was. He sighed a content sigh and Carlisle tucked the blanket around him. Winter always had a way of bringing the family closer.

Carlisle stroked Edward's forehead and hair in a soft rotation that often soothed the boy. Before long his breathing changed into that of sleep and small twitches fluttered through his body. He started to make little noises like he had as a baby. Carlisle fell asleep listening to the sounds, the sweetest music to his ears.

---

Esme came into the living room to find the boys sleeping. Edward was laying on his father and Carlisle was hanging off the sofa. Both of their heads were to the side with their mouths hanging open. A little puddle of drool had collected on Carlisle's chest over the night. Esme quickly dashed back to her room and grabbed the camera. She came back and snapped a picture of the sleepy duo.

That woke Edward but not for long. His eyes fluttered open and then he was out again grumbling something about a cactus.

Jasper was the first one downstairs. He stretched and yawned.

"Morning Jazz," Esme said.

"Morning," he said around a yawn. He snorted when he looked at the two on the sofa. "So does dad know that there is a pool on his chest?"

"He does not," Esme said. Jasper shrugged and went off to get breakfast. Esme walked over and kissed each of them lightly on the forehead. Edward shifted and opened his eyes.

"Morning mom," he mumbled. Esme smiled and smoothed his hair.

Let's let your father sleep a bit longer okay

Edward nodded and held his arms up. Esme bent down and he locked his arms around her neck. She slipped one arm under his knees and lifted him up. Carlisle shifted and settled into a comfortable position. Esme set Edward down and patted his head. He walked into the kitchen to get breakfast with his brother, leaving his parents alone.

After grabbing a pop tart the boys got ready for school and just after that Esme slipped into Edward's now vacant space and waited. Soon Carlisle would feel her and be aware of it. His arm curled around her waist.

"Carlisle my Carlisle wake up," she whispered in his ear, "I'm naked."

Carlisle's eyes snapped open and he looked over. "Web of lies woman!"

Esme laughed and kissed his lips. "Morning sleepy head."

"It seems my son has changed into my beautiful wife," he said with a laugh.

"Kiss me," she murmured. Carlisle pulled away.

"And if I don't?" he asked playfully.

"You're so mean!" she pouted. Carlisle laughed and rolled so Esme was on her back.

"I have morning breath," he murmured.

"Carlisle I've had worse things in my mouth than your morning breath," Esme laughed.

"Oh really?" Carlisle asked. Esme bit her lip and nodded.

"Oh yes," she whispered, "I've had you in my mouth. Almost all of you."

"K-kids at...um....s-school?"

"Yes," she whispered rubbing her hips against his, "but don't you remember Carlisle? Your thick cock in my hot mouth. You said you didn't know what was warmer, my mouth or between my legs."

Carlisle felt the burn in his stomach. Her lips caressed his cheek as she whispered and her hot breath tickled his ear. He could feel his erection awakening.

"Does the warrior want to storm the castle?" Esme asked in a moan. She bit her lip and looked into his eyes. "Are you going to give me what you want?"

"I have to work at noon, a nice couple of hours. How long can I let you wait?"

"You can't," Esme said grabbing a firm hold of his butt. He bucked his hips against hers and she gasped.

"Tell the truth Esme," he said with a smile, "you can't wait. You're my horny wife and you need me."

Esme pushed up into him. "God Carlisle I need you," she moaned. "I'm so wet and I am aching."

Carlisle slipped his hand down her panties and dipped his finger into her. "You are wet," he murmured with a smile, "dripping."

Carlisle got off of her and lifted her into his arms. "To the bedroom my lady?"

"Anything you desire my prince," she whispered kissing him.

"I don't want some good girl in my arms," he whispered against her lips, "show me my dirty little doctor."

Esme unbuttoned her shirt and rubbed her breast. Her hand slipped between her legs. Her head lolled back and her long hair tumbled like a waterfall. Carlisle did know if he was going to make it to the bedroom. She looked so sexy.

"Oh piss it," he growled. He lowered her to the floor and kicked off his sweats. He positioned himself to enter when Esme stopped him. "Oh damn the condoms are in the bathroom."

"Hurry back," she moaned, "baby I'm thinking about you."

Carlisle nodded and practically ran to the bathroom. Esme got up and followed him quietly. He had just opened the box they kept in the closet when he felt her gentle fingers on his length. "You take too long," she purred.

"Jesus Esme you are the most beautiful most sexy woman in the world."

Esme took the condom from him and smiled. Carlisle groaned but she wasn't done. She kissed down his chest and stomach. Her tongue dipped quickly into his navel and he took a sharp breath. Her lips made her way to his erection and kissed the top. She took him into her mouth slowly and pulled off again.

"E-esme," he moaned. "If you want me to ride you like I so want to, you can't keep doing that."

Esme kissed his head again and smiled up at him while she rubbed him slowly and slipped one hand down to play with his balls. "I want you to have fun before I condemn you to your rubber prison. You can't stop me Dr. Cullen."

"When we're rich doctors I'll be able to afford to cum in you every night."

"You want a soccer team do you?" she asked with a smile. "Does that get you off?"

"Nothing sexier than a pregnant woman," Carlisle said with a smile, "especially when she's mine."

"So," Esme said squeezing him and looking up through her lashes, "you want me swollen with a baby. Your baby. Then I would have to breast feed. And my breasts would get huge to boot."

"Everything about you is sexy Esme," he assured her. "My sweet sexy Esme."

Esme pulled on him and he stumbled and groaned. He came down to the floor and she pushed him onto the faded shag carpet, making an interesting contrast with the cool tile.

"I'm not sweet," she reminded him. To emphasize she took him in his mouth and scraped lightly with her teeth. She massaged his balls while she bobbed her head. She moaned deeply. Carlisle pulled out of her and smiled. "Yes?" she asked breathlessly.

"I want breakfast," he purred. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. Esme smiled and he turned her. She went back to pleasuring him and moaned when she felt his tongue. She felt his arms curl around her hips and his hands clasped on her bottom and gently massaged. Silently they had slipped into a battle for control. Who would release first, or rather who would distract the other from their ministrations first. Esme usually won as when she put her mind to it she could make him release and jump back in no time. She knew how to make him lock up and be unable to do anything besides take wave after wave of pleasure like some little teenager.

But this morning he had the upper hand. Or so he hoped. While he sucked on her clit he nibbled lightly making her squeak in surprise. He slipped two fingers into her and pumped them in and out.

"Cheater," Esme snorted before licking him.

"All is fair in love and sex my dear," he reminded her. Esme moved her hips and he chuckled. "Oh no come back here."

"So is that what you want?" Esme asked while she caressed him, pressing her breasts against his stomach. "You want me to cum in your mouth so you can take all of me baby?"

"Preferably," Carlisle agreed.

"God Carlisle your fingers feel so good," she moaned, "you're the only man that has managed to finger fuck me to orgasm."

"And no other man will."

"Baby," she purred against his cock, "my Carlisle. When you release I'm going to drink you down and then you'll bounce back. Oh god then I'm going to ride you to the next one. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you can't help but to cum again. But that time you'll be in me. My hot body will be squeezing everything it can out of you."

"Es...me..." Carlisle groaned. He felt the pressure building. "Esme...I'm...oh god..."

He saw Esme grin. He grabbed her hips and flipped them. She yelped in surprise and he was on top of her. He slipped his fingers into her and pumped them in and out rapidly, his thumb hitting her clit each time.

"You can take four of my fingers and it's so tight," he groaned, "you women aren't the only ones who know how to fake it."

"Carlisle...Carlisle...oh god."

"Scream my name," he ordered in a husky voice. He felt her grab him again. "If you want to cum you have to let the neighbors know how well I pleasure you."

"Carlisle..." Esme cried bucking her hips. Her fist knotted in his hair and he smiled. She was completely powerless now. He knew just how to make her release but he wasn't going to. He brought her close but denied her at just the edge. "CARLISLE!"

Carlisle pushed his fingers into her and his thumb pressed her clit again. Esme's orgasm peaked. He kept pumping in and out, letting her squeeze him.

"Remember baby," he purred in her ear as the aftershock of her orgasm rushed through her, "bringing you to an orgasm feels more amazing that any one of my own will. I'm addicted to the way you look and the way you move."

"I just want to give you pleasure too," she pouted.

"You did baby," he said, "and now I have to clean myself off."

"Oh no no no baby," Esme said slipping onto his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. "That's my job."

"Carlisle I heard Esme yelling from the porch. Anyway I just wanted to drop by and..."

Carlisle had only a few seconds to grab the first thing he could and wrap it around them. So when Mary looked around the corner she saw her son and daughter-in-law wrapped in a sea shell printed shower curtain.

"Hey...mom..."

"Oh I am so sorry!" Mary squealed rushing off.

"God," Esme moaned dropping her head into Carlisle's shoulder.

---

"So what brings you here?" Carlisle asked after they were fully clothed.

"News," Mary said quietly, "bad and worse, depending on the ears. I know you aren't too fond of your brother..."

"He told my daughter that when she vomited she was throwing up her organs. He then told my son who had recently been molested that Santa Clause sneaks into his room on Christmas morning and touches him. Of course I didn't know that so when I dressed up as Santa that year Edward freaked and started hitting me with every toy he could get his hands on!"

"Like I said you aren't fond of him..."

"I don't acknowledge his existence anymore," Carlisle snapped folding his arms.

"He died last week," Mary said sadly. "He was involved in a drug ring and was shot in a raid."

"That doesn't surprise me but I am sorry mom," Carlisle said sincerely.

"I don't have time to be as sad as I was over Robbie," Mary continued, tightening her interlaced hands. "I went to the doctors today."

"And?"

"They found a tumor."

"A benign tumor in your foot right?" Carlisle asked stiffly.

"A malignant tumor," Mary said sadly.

"That can be removed..."

"Brain cancer Carlisle."

"JESUS CHRIST!" Carlisle screamed jumping up. "I swear to god mom you have to be kidding."

"You're taking this well," Mary sighed sipping the coffee Esme had made for her. "I tell you your brother is dead and this is what you freak out over."

"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT TONY MOM!" Carlisle screamed.

"Mary you can't be serious," Esme said sadly.

"I am," she said, "the doctors don't think I'll survive. My age makes it harder to operate. I'm not a young woman anymore."

Esme shook her head as tears filled her eyes. She came over and Mary hugged her while Carlisle threw a fit in the background.

"I wanted to tell you two before deciding if I should worry the children."

"They can take care of this," Carlisle said slamming his hands on the table, "fuck it's what I've been training for! I know that it can be taken out!"

"Carlisle you're a brilliant doctor in training," Mary said, "nobody knows that better than I do."

"You sound like you've given up!"

"Carlisle they gave me a time frame to work with. At least with that I know how long I have. Or I can get the brain surgery and possibly die now."

"Or you could live longer."

"Okay Carlisle clearly you are freaking out and that's fine. I was told this would happen. More importantly I want to set my affairs in order. You will get everything of course. I want Alice to have my doll collection."

"Mom the dolls are freaky," Carlisle said, "but besides, you aren't going to die."

"Carlisle be reasonable."

"YOU CAN'T DIE I HAVEN'T SAID SO YET!" Carlisle yelled before storming off.

"Well," Mary sighed taking her coffee, "that went well."

Esme was silent in shock. "Mary you are strangely calm."

"I found out a month ago," she said, "and I've been making my peace with it. The tumor is so large that the odds of me surviving is slimmer. Esme I've lived my life. I have no regrets. I will miss Carlisle and you and the kids so much. But I want to enjoy the time I have left."

"How long?" Esme asked quietly.

"Less than a year," Mary answered in the same sad voice, "Esme I am scared."

Esme reached over and took her mother-in-law's hand and squeezed it. "I don't want to say goodbye yet."

"I know sweetheart," Mary murmured. "You have always been like the daughter I always wanted. I have never seen Carlisle so happy. The twins adore you and it fills my heart with joy that they know a mother."

"I'm not that great," Esme mumbled, wiping her eyes.

"But you are Esme. You and Carlisle have made me so happy. Being a part of their lives has brought me so much joy."

"I wish I could live in blissful denial like Carlisle."

"I don't want to worry the kids," Mary said, "so we aren't going to tell them."

"Edward will already know and so will Alice," Esme reminded her. "He can read minds and she can see the future."

Mary sighed and buried her face in her hands.

---

Edward looked across the classroom at Alice. She was trying not to cry. Her hand was in her hair and she had stopped taking notes.

Edward don't tell Jasper or Emmett

Edward nodded once and went back to his notes. When the bell rang he walked over to her. He put his arm around her shoulders and Alice hugged him.

"Come on," Edward said, "let's go talk."

Alice nodded and they walked out and joined the mass of students going towards the cafeteria.

"They aren't going to tell us for a while," Alice said, "parents are so stupid sometimes."

"As if we don't already know! I mean you can see it and I can hear it."

"I know!" Alice cried. "You'd think dad would know us by now."

"Forgive him, he's old," Edward reminded her. "And they just want to look out for us."

Alice sighed and shifted. "You know your rational thinking sucks."

"Yeah well deal with it."

They got their trays and Alice loaded hers up with fries and a can of juice and sat angrily.

"Having a fat day?" Emmett asked.

"I'm in a mood!" Alice snapped before devouring her first paper boat of fries.

"Did something happen?" he asked confused. Edward shrugged.

I know you know

"Of course I do," Edward said with a smile. "But I love torturing you guys."

"Okay Edward I need you to do me a solid."

"No I'm not telling you the answers to the test in health," Edward sighed.

"Ha! I just wanted to know if there was a pop quiz!" Emmett said pointing at him. "Ha! Take that smarty pants."

You're terrible Alice thought with a laugh in her tone.

Edward tucked into his pizza and Emmett began telling them a story about the other day in gym class.

---

"Okay change out!" Mr. Collins called across the gym. Edward tossed the basketball to Jasper and they jogged towards the wire basket and then up to the locker room.

"Alice said we're play whiffle ball next week."

"Score," Edward sighed, "the one sport I can't cheat at."

Jasper snorted and they opened their lockers. "Alice saw something today didn't she? Edward I can feel that you're hiding something."

"Grandma has cancer."

Jasper dropped his deodorant and sat on the wooden bench. "Cancer? You're sure?"

"She told mom and dad this morning," Edward said quietly.

"Alice saw this?" Jasper asked quietly. "For sure?"

"Yeah."

"I can't believe this," Jasper sighed. He got up and changed his clothes.

"God I wish Emmett would hurry up, I want to turn the radio off."

Jasper laughed. "What are you waiting for?"

"I told him there was a test in health."

"Oh yeah that pop quiz we may or may not have," Jasper laughed, "do we?"

"Hell no."

EDWARD YOU LITTLE PRICK!

Edward snorted a laugh and Jasper shook his head. "Alright, shields up."

Edward sat down and took a few minutes to put up his mental shields and block out the voices in his head.

"So we won't be talking through health?" Jasper sighed.

"Notes," Edward said. "I'm trying to work on making my shield stronger. It doesn't hurt my head as much anymore."

"That's good. So what are we doing instead of a pop quiz?"

"I don't know," Edward said. "Alice doesn't have that class today. He said we might be talking about STD's."

"Eew."

"Yeah tell me about it."

The boys grabbed their bag and walked out. "Oh shoot I have to stop up at my locker," Jasper said. "I forgot my book."

"Smooth," Edward laughed, "I'm going to stalk you anyway."

"If you're gonna stalk me you have to walk behind me. Did I teach you anything?!"

Edward laughed and kept walking beside him. He figured he may as well drop off his useless books. They had half lockers in the inconvenient location of the corner of the east wing. However since they had the same homeroom their lockers were close. Annoyingly, Jasper's was right above Edward's. Originally it was the other way around but since Edward was a bit smaller it was easier for him to squeeze to the bottom and Jasper's bad knee made an upper locker ideal.

"We're running the mile in gym," Edward said as he knelt to open his locker.

"You're running the mile," Jasper corrected. "I can't run long distances."

"Lucky," Edward grumbled.

"Well if it makes you feel better, I'd rather have not blown my knee as a child and run with you."

"Oh yeah, right. Sorry."

"Don't be," Jasper said grabbing his health book. "I don't like to think about it."

"It is amazing though," Edward said standing.

"What is?"

"How normal you are," he said as he kicked his locker closed and twisted the combo wheel once. "I mean nobody could tell by looking at you or even talking with you that you had that happen."

"We're both lucky," Jasper said, "Mitch was like an angel, and Carlisle is the best dad anyone can hope for. I was so scared that they were going to dump me into the system. Esme was so scared about that."

"I remember," Edward sighed as they walked down the hall towards class. "I know their situations aren't ideal but they are amazing."

---

"Edward you okay?" Jasper mumbled as the teacher set up the video.

"My head," Edward grumbled. "I feel like it's about to split open."

"Do you need to go to the nurse?"

"Yeah," Edward mumbled, "Mr. Hayes can I go to the nurse for some tylenol?"

"Hurry back," he said going to his desk to scribble a pass. Edward took it and left quickly.

"Hall pass?"

Edward sighed and looked over at the teacher. He handed him the pass and the monitor nodded. Edward continued on his way. He got to the nurses office and she gave him his medication and told him that he needed to give her a refill.

"Have a good day Edward," she said, "or at least try. Headaches can be made worse with dehydration so drink some water okay."

"Thank you," Edward mumbled. She signed his pass and he went back to class. He slipped into the room and saw that the movie was already beginning. "I'm out of meds, remind me to remind dad."

Jasper nodded and went back to doodling. Edward didn't notice what was on the screen. He lowered his head into his arms and closed his eyes.

"No sleeping."

Edward nodded and lifted his head. He ran his hands through his hair and held his head as if that would make a difference. He dropped his shield quickly to see if it was excessive noise but it wasn't. He heard the bored thoughts of his classmates, Emmett's delight as he got into the gym and Alice was trying to ditch class and had been stopped by the hall monitor. The usual. He put up the shield again when the headache didn't go away.

"Jazz you okay?" Edward mumbled having not heard his brother's mental voice. Jasper nodded and kept doodling.

He glanced up at the screen. It showed a dark room with grimy windows. A male voice that Edward thought sounded a lot like the scary guy on Dateline that his parents seemed to enjoy came on.

"Our next story takes us to Chicago, Illinois," the narrator said. When he came on screen Edward saw that it was in fact the scary guy from Dateline. He never bothered to learn the guys name, but he got the chills. The film was dated and faded. Edward wondered how many times it had been shown to bore students.

The camera slowly crept closer to one door in a dirty apartment complex. It was covered with police tape and the windows were boarded up. Edward tuned out the voice as the camera showed a small bedroom with no bed and blood stains on the carpet.

"But the miracle came in the form of a neighbor who saved the young boy and came to call him his own. The tragic story, finally revealed."

"The boy was born to a single woman, Vera Reynolds. He was never given a name and he began his life in this dark room."

When it showed a picture of how the boy looked when he was released Edward was shocked. He looked over and Jasper was focused on the paper. He reached over and grabbed Jasper's free hand. His brother squeezed it so tight his finger popped.

"It was shocking," a doctor said, "when the boy was brought in everybody was horrified. He was so skinny and so battered. But the most frightening of all was his inability to talk."

"The tragic story revealed that the strange boy had never learned to speak."

A home video came up showing Jasper in the hospital. He looked like a head on a stick. His hair was shaved because of lice and he was so painfully skinny in the hospital clothes.

"Can you tell me your name?" a doctor asked. The boy that had once been Jasper looked at him. "Can you tell me your name?" the doctor asked again kindly.

Jasper looked down and went back to playing with the blocks they had provided him with. Edward recognized Mitch sitting beside him. He stroked Jasper's cheek gently and took one of the blocks.

"Let me play," he said with a smile. He tapped the two blocks together and then put them on the little table. He put a block where Jasper had been going to put one. The boy smiled and toothless smile and nodded.

"Can you tell me your name?" the doctor asked.

"No, he can't," Mitch snapped, "give him some space."

"Mitchell got to be a problem," the doctor admitted as the scene changed. "He was so protective of that boy. But Jasper loved him dearly."

The home movie came back. Mitch and Jasper were playing on the floor. "Can you tell me how old you are?"

Jasper opened his mouth and let out a moan that changed in tone like a word would.

"Four?" Mitch asked slowly.

"Ffff..."

Jasper on screen looked up at the camera and his eyes filled with tears. He let out a loud wail and crawled into Mitch's lap.

"He had broken bones that hadn't healed properly," the doctor said, "he couldn't walk like a normal person."

Edward felt Jasper pull his hand free. The table they sat at was gone and Jasper was going to the front of the room.

"Mr. Cullen sit down!"

Jasper grabbed the VCR and ripped it out of the wall. He yanked the tape out and threw it to the ground.

"Cullen! To the principal's office!"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Jasper screamed as the teacher came closer. Edward jumped up and went to his brother. He snatched up the tape as Mr. Hayes reached for it. Jasper took the tape from his brother and snapped it. "You can't show this!"

"Both of you! To the office!"

Edward grabbed Jasper's hand and pulled him out. In his anger his mental shield dropped and he discovered what the headache was from.

EDWARD PUT YOUR DAMN SHIELD DOWN NOW! DON'T LET JASPER WATCH THAT VIDEO! oh never mind.

"Alice I'm meeting you outside," Edward said.

As if summoned Alice and Emmett were outside waiting. Jasper ran from Edward to his other brother. Emmett hugged his brother tight. "Alice told me. He didn't show the video to our class. We're a day behind. It's okay Jazzy we're all here for you."

"We're leaving," Alice said. Everyone nodded and Jasper found Alice's hand. He squeezed it tight and she returned it. Emmett clutched Jasper's other hand.

"I'm so sorry I didn't get your message," Edward said, "I'm not going to block out anymore. Jasper I'm so sorry. I should have been paying attention."

"Everybody knows," Jasper mumbled, "they'll all know and they'll all want to know more! How did that get out?!"

"It was part of the agreement dad had to make with the hospital. They got grants from universities but the research had to be provided. The records legally belong to the hospital. He was so angry when that Dateline aired."

Everyone felt a little more miserable when Jasper's emotions leaked out of him.

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Carlisle was getting his keys to pick the kids up when he heard the front door open. He turned and was surprised when his four pre-teens walked in.

"What are you guys doing here? School isn't even out yet!" He began angrily, but one look at Jasper's pale and splotchy face told him enough. "What happened?"

"In health they showed a Dateline video about child abuse and Jasper was on it," Edward said, "footage of him at the hospital and where he lived before Mitch found him. Everything."

"I have to pay for the tape for sure," Jasper mumbled. "I'm sorry dad."

"Forget about that are you okay?" Carlisle asked grasping his shoulders lightly. Jasper shook his head no.

"I keep seeing her face and she's so angry and I don't know why," Jasper cried breaking into tears again, "I didn't do anything wrong! I was just a baby!"

"I know," Carlisle murmured kneeling and hugging his son tight, "Jasper she was a horrible person who doesn't deserve a moment of your thoughts."

"Can we go visit dad?" Jasper asked as he rubbed his eyes.

"Of course we can," Carlisle said, helping him dry his tears. "He would love that. Do you want to wait for Esme or should we go now?"

"We can wait for her," Jasper sniffed, "he'd like to see her too."

"Okay," Carlisle said giving him another hug. "How about you four go get changed. I'll probably have to call the school."

The kids nodded and went upstairs to put on some nicer clothes. Carlisle watched them sadly and picked up the phone to call Esme.

TBC

Yay long chapter. Now it's off to serve food to hungry college kids. Joy.