Well, here we are. And I'm sorry for action seekers, but I won't be writing the fight scene. Because I suck at fighting scenes. Also, I don't care about it. So if it really bothers you so intensely, go watch the scene in the movie and then come back and read~

Because you're going to like this chapter, I think.

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After the Battle

Jasper had prepared them well for Victoria and her newborns. With barely any casualties, the battle was over and the "natives" – the Cullens and the Quileute werewolves – came out as the victors. Carlisle and his family watched the ripped apart corpses of those freshly made vampires as they burned in the bonfire; they collected their breath while a quiet sense of accomplishment surrounded them. Suddenly, breaking through the trees and silence, was a vampire. Though Carlisle wasn't concerned for his family – the newborn paid them no heed – he could see its target was a werewolf. Leah, if he could recall correctly. The vampire had his arms around her neck; she would die if no one helped her. Edward had already started towards the two, but it was Jacob who leaped and bit down on the man's shoulder to tear him away from his pack-mate. Carlisle watched, not too concerned for the teen, as they tumbled and fought.

But then, something went wrong. Suddenly, a crack was heard followed by a vicious whimper that sounded more like a growl. The cracking continued until the vampire threw Jacob onto the ground. Two other wolves attacked him while Jacob transformed back into human form. He writhed on the ground, his pain so intense it couldn't be voiced. Bella was the one who called his name, but Carlisle ran to him as fast as he could. Jacob, his Jacob, was hurt. Somehow, he kept his cool. The blond couldn't afford to let his panic take over. He just couldn't risk making a mistake for his beloved.

The doctor looked him over briefly as Edward assured the werewolf that Carlisle would take care of him. As the realization struck him, he could feel a deep pain in his chest – as if a heart were tearing in two.

"The bones on the right half of his body are shattered," he spoke aloud. His baby, his poor baby was hurting so bad. In that instant, he was entirely too glad that he lacked the ability to cry. For tears would be gathering in his eyes otherwise, threatening to fall. Threatening to give away his emotions.

His pack returned in human form, all concerned for their mate. Leah began yelling at him, but thank god Sam stopped it. The vampire might have actually snapped at her for her rudeness. No, he had to keep calm. He needed to focus. What had to be done to fix this?

"I'll need to set the bones before his accelerated healing kicks in," he muttered, "It's already starting." He needed to set the bones before they fixed themselves, else he'd have to break them all over again.

"We need to take him back to Billy's," Sam decided. Carlisle couldn't go with them; he needed a moment to get a hold of himself.

"I'll be there as soon as I can." Edward looked to him at that, reading his thoughts. The younger man heard his fears and worries. He dismissed it as the troubles of a compassionate doctor, and out of respect and practice, tuned the blond's thoughts from his mental auditory.

As the pack carried him away, Alice shouted the arrival of the Volturi. No, Carlisle couldn't deal with them. Not now…

But he had to. So, he swallowed his fear – a fear only Edward could hear – and prepared to face the Volturi.

Dusk

It took too long for him to reach Billy's house. Jacob's bones had mostly reset themselves. Damn the Volturi.

"I think it'd be best if you waited outside," he mumbled, looking despondently at Jacob, "This is going to be painful." The pack nodded and left the house. Now only Jacob and Carlisle remained inside the house. The blond was kneeling beside the boy in barely a second, his hand on his cheek.

"C-Carlisle…it fu-fucking…hurts," he gasped through seizures of pain. The vampire nodded, stroking his cheek.

"I know, love. And I'm going to fix it. But…your bones have set wrong," his voice shook at this point, "I-I have to re-break them to fix you." Jacob's eyes mirrored his own pain. He opened his mouth to speak, but Carlisle silenced him with a hard-pressed kiss.

"Please…don't. I've got you, Jacob. I've got you," he assured. The teen gave a quick nod and squeezed his eyes shut. Without another word, the doctor broke the first bone. The scream that followed broke every fiber of composure in Carlisle's body. He somehow managed to set the bone correctly, but he couldn't force himself to break another.

"I'm so sorry Jacob, I, I can't…I can't hurt you. God, I'm so sorry," he all but sobbed, "I can't…not even to fix you…I'm sorry." Jacob's eyes flicked up to him as he bit his lip to keep silent. Golden orbs met dark, pained ones and Carlisle realized he just couldn't fight it anymore. The way he felt towards this boy, the emotions the werewolf rekindled inside of him, the gripping and inescapable fear of losing him…

"I love you," he choked, dropping to the bed beside him, "I love you so much, Jacob." He held the teen's face in his hands as he breathed in the scent he'd come to adore. The man knew what he had to do. His beloved's life depended on him and his ability to be professional. He had to fix him and that meant he had to break him first. As he prepared himself mentally, a voice called out to him.

"Carlisle?" The vampire's eyes widened and he turned to see Sam standing there with an expression Carlisle couldn't read.

"Y-you heard…I, I can explain. It's-"

"Save it, doc. We already know. Jake's let it slip a few times when he thought we weren't listening." Sam looked from the blond to the werewolf still trembling from the pain, "I'll break his bones if you can set them."

"…yes, I, I can do that." Carlisle stood, brushed his hair back and managed a small smile. So Jacob's pack already knew. Then why weren't they attacking him?

"Because of the imprinting process, we tend to be forgiving when it comes to who our members love. Not to be a dick about it, but once he imprints on somebody, you'll only be a second thought to him. He loves you, but that can't compare to what an imprint is. Which bones am I breaking?" Carlisle gestured to the boy's entire arm, which Sam broke without hesitation. The blond made quick work of resetting the bones, not sure how to reply to the alpha male.

"I'm sorry," Sam said once Jacob's second set of screams died down, "I know you meant it…when you said you loved him, I mean. But it's better you know now so you can be prepared. Still…I'm sorry you're stuck in this." He gave Carlisle a look that told the vampire enough; he had been through this himself and the pain in his eyes said that it hadn't been pleasant.

"I'm sorry, Sam," he breathed. What else could he have said? The werewolf shrugged and asked once again what bones he was to break. Understanding the need for the topic to be dropped, he went back to his work.

It was two hours later that the two men stood back, finished with their efforts. Carlisle had given him a dose of morphine for the pain, but that'd go right through him with his body temperature.

"C-Carlisle," Jacob groaned, opening his eyes after having passed out from that agonizing pain. The blond was back at his side in an instant, holding his left, unbroken, hand in his cold one.

"Th-thanks," he managed a smile, "and I love you too." His hand, though it was damp from sweat, moved up to the back of the blond's neck and pulled him down. He didn't care that Sam was there; it didn't matter. The whole pack knew about them now so he didn't have to hide. Neither of them did – at least, not from the werewolves.

"Jacob," the man sighed against the warm lips he'd grown so accustomed to. He used his hands to keep his weight off of the teen, refusing to cause him any more discomfort as they kissed. Jacob licked his boyfriend's lips, intent on capturing his mouth, that mouth that had said the words Jacob had been longing to hear for so long. But instead of allowing him entrance, Carlisle pulled away with a smile.

"Sam's here…and I think you should rest."

"But I want-"

"I know what you want. You're a teenager, after all," he joked. The werewolf didn't find it very amusing. Sighing, the blond took Jacob's hand from his neck and put it over his heart.

"Later, I promise. But right now you need to get better. Once you're done, you can kiss me all you want," he promised before bringing the hand to his lips for some chilled kisses.

"I will; don't worry." He winked, tracing Carlisle's lips with his thumb.

"Sorry to interrupt, but everyone's outside…"

"Aw, we a little too high up the rainbow for you, Sam?" Jacob managed to laugh while his hand patted the vampire's crotch for good measure. Sam actually blushed before narrowing his eyes at the younger man.

"Jacob, stop being ridiculous," Carlisle sighed, pushing his boyfriend's hand away. Jacob laughed again before he closed his eyes, this time in sleep rather than one that was pain-induced.

"So…does everybody…?"

"Only the pack. We don't really think we should tell Billy," Sam explained. The doctor nodded; Jacob's father probably wasn't comfortable with his son dating a married vampire – regardless of gender. He took a deep breath as he headed to the front door. He opened it to see all the heads outside turn suddenly to him. Most of these people knew how he felt about Jacob, but that didn't matter. He was a doctor right now and that's how he would speak to them.

"The worst is over. He'll be alright," he paused as everyone looked relieved, "I gave him some morphine but his body temperature'll burn it off soon…I'll come back to set up a drip." Despite his collectedness, he kept his eyes to the ground while he started towards his car.

"Thank you," Billy said before extending his hand out to the vampire. Carlisle looked at him, understanding the importance and honor of this gesture. He took the man's hand with his own and shook it, providing him an assuring smile. Then, the blond turned to Bella. He looked her over for a second and, to his surprise, he wanted to tell her she was too late. She had made her choice and Jacob had moved on. She couldn't have him anymore.

Jacob was his and he would not share him.

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Finally! And oho, did our dear doctor get a little possessive there? Mm, feisty. (He's mostly just caught up in the emotional high. Vampires likely don't experience it very often, so when it rolls along, I'm sure it catches them off-guard and vulnerable.)