"Okay, let me explain this a little bit," Aro said calmly to us. "Carlisle, please calm down, we don't need to go through that madness again. Although he smiled briefly at him like everything was okay, we could all see that Carlisle was a wreck. He stayed sitting rigidly on the ground, blocking Esme whenever she tried to get to him. Aro made a face and glanced down at him but didn't comment anymore.
"When Carlisle was a new born, he had the ability to manipulate the powers of those around him and 'collect' their abilities, if you will. He can then use them even when he's not around them anymore. Actually," he looked at Carlisle again. "He seems to be able to do it more forcefully and to a much stronger power than the original carriers. Now for example; he's using Bella's shield to hold back Esme." Everyone laughed a little. Esme glared half-heartedly at her husband. "And all that insanity before was him trying to get control over all the powers at once. The boulders and snow, that was his use of Benjamin, the shield – Bella, the sparks and ultimate destruction of your shield was the result of him short circuiting it with the use of Kate, the jungle – Zafrina, the memories – Renesmee, that was not Alec you felt blocking your senses, it was Carlisle, and the calming wasn't Jasper. He will also have the abilities which don't physically affect any of you, like Eleazar's, mine, Edwards, Alice's, any tracking ability and Siobhan's.
"So why did you take it away exactly?" Tanya asked, looking a bit annoyed due to the fact that the fight over Renesmee would have been pointless if he had been able to use this.
"Because he didn't have enough restraint to control it." We all glanced up at the clouds which swirled menacingly around the sky. "Please don't make it rain, my friend," Aro told him. Carlisle looked up as if only just realising what was happening. They stopped immediately and the day became clear.
"I think this is a little more than just controlling the elements…" Amun stated simply. We all nodded in agreement.
"I agree," said Aro. "We are not entirely sure what he's capable of yet. When your family fought the new borns you most likely picked up things then too, I would imagine. Georgia's blocking you only erased your memory of the power and prevented you from using it; it didn't take it away completely."
Carlisle looked bewildered. The square pane shimmered, then faltered before disappearing completely. Esme finally got to him and hugged him. As soon as she did, it began to rain harder than anyone though possible. Aro sighed but either Caius or Marcus chuckled.
"Is there any chance it could not rain?" Alistair asked, pretending to be trying to keep his hair dry. Carlisle smirked at him and the clouds started to peel back. Edward was in stitches. Carlisle looked confused as they went. Suddenly, the sky was dark and hail began to pelt us. He smiled at Alistair.
"Maybe I shouldn't have given it to you after all," mumbled Aro. Carlisle look slightly pleased with himself. Esme didn't. After a minute or so the hail eased off but the clouds remain unnaturally dark.
"God save the person that sets him off," Aro called as he disappeared back into the sea of black.
"Are you okay?" Esme asked Carlisle, squeezing his hand. He shook his head 'no'. "What's wrong love?"
It started to spit, and then gradually became harder until it was raining like there was no tomorrow. Carlisle got to his feet, looking defeated. Apparently he wasn't talking, not even to Esme. Instead he walked back toward the house, ignoring the celebration as the Volturi left without harming anyone. She followed him but he still didn't speak.

Third Person POV (No one in particular)

"Carlisle." Tanya stood in front of where he sat on the steps. He didn't look up, just fidgeted with the sleeve of his shirt. She sat next to him and he stiffened.
"Tanya I'll hurt you I'm not safe," his words were so fast that she could barely understand him. "Please," he begged.
"You won't hurt me, it's been three days and you haven't hurt anyone."
"But I can't focus now and I can't control it anymore. I just can't." As if for emphasis on his words the wind picked up and trees started leaning.
"Esme's worried about you."
He bit his lip. "I can't- I don't want to go near her in case I hurt her. I already shocked Garrett."
"That was his own fault and he's married to Kate, he's used to being shocked. And anyway, it wasn't like it was hard, actually, he thinks it's funny."
"Yeah, but it's not. I could have hurt him."
"But you didn't, because you stopped."
He looked away again, watching the greenery bend.
"Carlisle, you're not going to hurt anybody. We can always get Bella to shield someone if it's necessary."
"I broke Bella's shield," he mumbled quietly, swallowing hard.
"You can't avoid everyone forever," she told him gently.
"I use to."
She smiled. "But where did that get you?"
He hesitated, deciding whether to tell her something or not. "Aro's pet." He chose 'or not'.
"Exactly."
He leant his head against the wall, enjoying the coolness of it.
"Are you not feeling well?" she asked him. He shook his head. She panicked. "Do you need to go to the doctor? Do you want me to get Esme?"
"No… I'm okay." He sounded tired.
"You don't look okay…" she told him sceptically.
"I am," he murmured unconvincingly.
"What's the matter?"
He paused again. "I think I have motion sickness…" He smiled a little bit.
She laughed. "But you're not moving."
"I don't know what else to call it. There's just too much happening." He leant forward, putting his arms on his knees and his head on top of them.
"You really are weird…" she attempted to lighten the mood.
"Yeah well, I've been telling you that for years."
"Yes but I didn't believe you until now."
"Don't say you weren't warned," he mumbled it but was smiling.
Outside the storm became more violent.
"Are you doing that?" She asked him.
"I don't know…" He looked close to tears.
"Carlisle…it's okay." She hugged him. The vase on the coffee table slid across and fell onto the floor without being touched. "I'm going to take that as an 'I don't want you to touch me'."
"I always hated that thing." He tried to sound happier but failed at it.
"If you can do that, do you think you can do it to other things?"
"I don't know, I don't do it on purpose…"
She got up and walked toward the kitchen. "Also, when you did that, the wind let up a bit." She put a glass on the kitchen table. "Come." He followed her and sat at the table, but didn't look very enthusiastic. He tried to move it but only succeeded in making the wind howl louder. Eventually, when the house was on the brink of being blown away, the cup jerked violently off the side of the table and shattered on the floor.
"All I'm doing is making a mess."
"Try again."
"I'm not Matilda. And I think we should get a plastic one…"
A few other people had come in to watch and he looked unnerved by them.
After a few more goes and several things that weren't the cup went sliding, Carlisle stopped and leant his head in his hands.
"You okay? Maybe we should take a break…" Tanya said uncertainly.
"One more try," he murmured, determined not to let it get the best of him. She bit her lip as he disappeared into thought again, focusing on the cup.
Behind them, a vase fell onto the floor, cracking. It then blew outwards as though a bomb had exploded inside of it.
"What the Fuck?" Carlisle groaned. A few people giggled when he swore, not having heard him do it before. The rain came down even heavier.
"I think the weather might be attached to your mood," Eleazar told him.
The glass they had originally been trying to move slid across the table – the opposite way they wanted it too – and knocked against Kate's cup. Carlisle looked like he wanted to cry. The power sockets in the walls crackled, their plastic bubbling, melting. The light bulbs burst one by one, showering glass onto everyone until they were left with only the small amount of light which seeped through the clouds.
Jasper fidgeted nervously, upset by the emotions in the air. Alice hugged him, squeezing him tightly. Edward went around re-fitting the popped lights. Slowly the house was lit up again.
Carlisle remained sitting at the table long after everyone else had filtered from the room. Esme stayed with him, trying to calm him.
"We'll sort it out sweetie, it'll be okay," she told him gently.
"I'm scared Esme," he whispered. She moved closer to him so she could hug him.
"I know, but you'll be okay. I won't let anything bad happen, I promise."
"You can't stop it," he said miserably, the first tears starting to fall. She leant into him.
"Shh, it'll be okay love." It hurt her to see him upset.
"I love you," he murmured.
"I love you too," she told him, smiling. He smiled a bit despite himself. A small beam of sunlight slipped through the clouds and lit up a piece of the yard. She giggled. "I like it that the weather knows how you feel."
His face told her he didn't like it very much.
"It'll be okay," she told him again quietly, snuggling into his side. He seemed scared to respond to her touch.
"I hope so…"