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Summary: Vivian Rodgers was getting through life just fine until her brother got fired and is trying to ruin her life and the evolving relationship between her and Dr. Cullen. Carlisle/OC

Notes: For the sake of this story, Esme does not exist. Also, this is when the Cullen's move to Fork's awhile before Bella moves in with Charlie.

Also thanks for all the alerts that keep coming in even though I haven't updated for a while.

Anything But

Chapter 14

By: Lintered

Later that night we read by the fire. I read some book about surgery techniques in the 1800's that I found in Carlisle's den. It's amazing and wonderful how much medicine had advanced because some of that stuff made me cringe, it was brutal. I don't know what Carlisle was reading but he seemed to enjoy it. After awhile I couldn't stop yawning and he suggested that we head to bed and I was not going to argue with that.

The next morning Carlisle made me breakfast for a change and I told him I had to get home in a couple hours. I didn't want to face Mark and Sean yet but I had to sooner or later. Knowing them, they would wait for the last possible second to leave. Actually, I can see them not moving out at all and I honestly do not want to deal with all that crap. I had too much stuff going on.

"Before we go back to my place I was wondering if you wanted to see my Grandmother's house first?" I asked while stabbing a piece of fruit with my fork. He looked up and smiled and said yes. He was always smiling at me, it was nice. I smiled back and finished my breakfast.

I gathered my things from his room and met him in the garage at his amazing car. If this relationship continued for a while, I was going to ask to drive it and not the kind to my house. I mean drive it like it's meant to be driven, like Carlisle does; fast.

I gave him the directions to the house and when we got there it still looked the same the last time I was there; neglected.

"This is going to be a long and tough job, are you sure you would like to help me?" I asked him because I knew it was going to be rough and I wasn't excited for it myself. I gave him the chance to opt out before we got going.

"Yes, I am sure. It will be nice to work on something besides my own house for a change. Plus the children need some good old fashion labor work." He walked up to the porch and inspected the crooked stairs that had sunk into the ground and began to crack.

"Seriously though, your kids don't need to help. It's more of a personal project that can be done in time. There is no time limit or anything like that."

"I understand but I think it would be good for them. A change of pace, you could say."

"Okay but I don't want them thinking it's me making them do it though, got it?" I pointed a finger in his face so he got it, hopefully. I didn't want to be a mean person that is dating their dad. I walked past him and unlocked the door so we could go inside. It was still musty and dusty but I wasn't going to open a window just yet because I was only showing him the house so we could get an idea on where we should start first. I lead him around and mentioned things that I thought would need more work on than others and what we should do with items that were still there. Once the inside was seen, we walked around outside and took note of the over grown landscaping and poor shape of the paint outside.

"This is going to be a lot of work." I frowned and crossed my arms and continued to stare at the upstairs window shutter barely hanging on. "I guess I never realized how terrible the condition of this house was until now." Carlisle put an arm around my shoulder to comfort me.

"Do not worry, we will do this together and get it done twice as fast then if you were just doing it by yourself." I nodded my head in agreement and we left the house to get back to my place.

We arrived at my apartment complex and I started to get nervous. I may have been rough and tough when I left but now that I was not worked up, I was scared to confront them. Carlisle noticed my change in mood and questioned me about it.

"Well, remember when I called you on Friday to pick me up and you asked me if something was wrong?" He nodded. "I got in a big fight with Mark and told him to move out by the end of the week but now I realized that was dumb because he's probably still up there and I don't want to live another week with him."

"Why not pack up some stuff and live with me for awhile." I looked up at him shocked. Wasn't that moving fast? I know he's just being nice but you don't just move in with a boyfriend like that. Even for a little while because there would be no point in moving back out. He must have noticed, again, my change in mood.

"You do not have to if you are uncomfortable with that. If you are truly troubled about living with your brother any longer, you will always have a spot at my house. Would you like me to come upstairs with you to make sure everything is okay? It would make me feel better." I nodded my consent but also thought that if Mark was there, he'd be very angry. On the other side, he might not act out because someone would be with me. I guess we'll find out when we get up there.

We got to my door and I stopped at it. I couldn't hear anything inside but that didn't mean they weren't in there. I looked at Carlisle and he smiled and gave an encouraging nod and I took a deep breath. I opened the door and slowly took a step in and was completely and utterly shocked. Everything was picked up, cleaned and put away.

"What the hell…" I walked straight to Mark's room and it was put back to how it was when he first moved in. I left his room and went to the kitchen and saw the dishes were washed and put away and the food was organized and in neat order. Carlisle was looking around as well but I took that as him never being here before.

"This place was a disaster when I left on Friday. I'm shocked that they would clean it up and move out in only a couple days." I stood next to him. "This is as clean as it used to be when I was here by myself."

"Maybe it is a good sign that he has matured slightly. Or that he is finally taking you seriously." He said while giving me a side hug. I shivered from his coldness and he let go. I looked up at him and saw his blank face.

"It's okay, I wasn't that cold." I smiled. He only had that blank face when he was hiding his emotions like he normally did at the hospital. Even though I was cold, I didn't want him to feel bad. I put on a sweatshirt and pulled his arm around me again to show it was okay. We ended up cuddled on the couch and watched a movie that was on the television in my nice and clean living room. We discussed a little bit more about my Grandmother's house and found some time to work together on it. Weekends were the best because I still had to work nights at restaurant.

"You should quit that job. I can help pay for the house repairs. You will wear yourself out working like this."

"I'll be fine. It's kind of like nursing school all over again. Plus it's not your house so you don't need to buy anything for it. I'll just drink some extra coffee or something." I chuckled to lighten the underlying issue he addressed. I knew it would be very hard but now that Mark and Sean were gone, I at least wouldn't have that drama constantly.

"Let us make a deal. I will pay for the repairs now and when you sell the house, you can pay me back. So you can quit your second job now that your brother is gone and you do not have to worry about those bills. Just focus on the hospital and your school loans."

I didn't say anything for a while because I actually considered his idea. It would be so nice not to have to work nights especially because I would like to be alert for the hospital where people's lives are at stake at times.

"Okay, deal. But you can't pay for anything else. I know you have a lot of money but that doesn't mean you can throw it around all the time." He smiled at my acceptance and we kissed to seal the deal. He left shortly after and I went to take a shower and headed to bed happy for the next day of work.

When I woke up the next morning and stepped out of my room, it was nice to see it clean and with no beer cans or bottles and old food laid out. With Mark gone and me not having to work night shifts, my life was really looking up. I think I could do this now with my head up and eyes open.

People even noticed at the hospital. They commented on how I looked happier or healthier. That I had a bounce in my step again and that I was more energetic. It's amazing how just one weekend changed my life for the better. Ruth thought I was so happy because I got laid. I wouldn't mind that but it didn't happen, much to her dissatisfaction. I don't think Carlisle and I are at that point yet or close enough and that's okay with me. I tried to explain that to Ruth but she was having none of that. She assumed every time we saw each other we were going at it like sex crazed lunatics. I don't know what goes on in her little mind and I'm not sure I would ever want to know.