A/N: Hey guys! (If any of my previous readers are reading this) It has been… well quite literally years. I'm trying something a bit different and I do not expect this to be for anyone but me to read, however, if some other people enjoy it that's wonderful. I thought about my account often but I just wasn't able to write because I knew when I did it would be very different. I started this account when I was around 14 and I am about to be 23 in a week. I finished high school, graduated Summa Cum Laude with a BS in counseling, and am now (yes I am shocked too) getting a Master's in education to teach. I never in a million years thought I would. I am actually writing because it brought me joy before and as of right now I am just straight up not having a good time. I figured since I spend so much time in my head and have created this whole story, why not try to write it. P.S. reading my old stories, especially the ones I did in high school make me cringe so hard that I am still partially thinking of deleting them. We are our own worst critics I suppose. Last thing before we get into this- My all-time favorite story that I have re-read about 100 times is The Pastor's Son by Phoenixhp5. This story of mine runs in the same "universe" as that and started plaguing my mind after I first read it. This is the result of 7 years of spacing out. Also if Phoenix is reading this right now, thanks for that (not sarcastic I promise) and if you feel so inclined please write more Carlisle fics *best pleading doe eyes* lol.

This story is NOT canon and will include an original character of my own. Besides that character, all intellectual property relating to Twilight is Stephanie Meyer's. Any other Twihards finish Midnight Sun in like a day? No? okay.. anyway, enjoy!

TW: ABUSE IS DISCUSSED. Please, please, please, if you become triggered by this topic, do not read this. It is not worth the mental pain-trust me. Also if you suffered, you are worth seeking out help and it is NOT your fault.

(No Renesmee, More or less present day)

Chapter 1: The Meeting

Carlisle's Pov:

Looking over the young girl, Ember Idalia Hagan according to her file, I had to stifle the low growl that was beginning to build in my chest. I cleared my throat to cover anything she might have heard before I controlled myself. She glanced at me interested and I wondered if she had caught it but quickly assured myself that she would look scared if she had.

"Your heart seems to be a little fast there. Are you feeling faint? Nervous?" I asked in a calm voice, one I often used when checking in on my own children, as I took off the stethoscope. This child was only sixteen, not much younger than my kids at home. She had blue eyes, pale skin, a blonde braid that reached her lower back, and stood at 5'1 according to the measurements on my file. Also like my kids at home, her scent did not burn my throat like a normal human girl's would. I had long ago learned to control my thirst, but I was still aware of the burn that normally accompanied humans. How strange. I knew she was human as I could hear her heart and blood pumping. Her scent was there, just not tempting as it should be. Perhaps she was the opposite of my singer. Singer was the name for what Bella was to Edward in her human life. Her blood called to him so strongly that he very nearly slipped upon smelling her. This girl didn't even register as something to drink. I had never encountered this at all. Could there be such a thing as an opposite singer? I felt no burn but I could smell her woodsy scent. It was almost like the scent of wood and greens burning, something you might smell at a campsite, with a floral undertone. All of these thoughts crossed my mind in a matter of milliseconds.

"I am just fine …" She paused, looking at my badge to remind her of my name. ". I just don't really like hospitals too much."

"I see. Well I assure you I will be taking extremely good care of you and you have nothing to worry about. I promise to make this as quick and painless as possible." I continued to keep my voice calm and soothing, relieved when I saw her relax a fraction of a bit. This didn't last long, however, as my concern from earlier came out in my next question.

"Do you mind telling me how you injured your wrist?" Though I could make out finger marks around her wrist, I knew from the look on her face that she would not be placing blame on anyone. In fact, she looked like she was going to tell me to forget the whole thing. Through her slightly sheer white sleeves my enhanced vampire vision could see black and blue littering her upper arms. I had no doubts that there were more bruises in different stages of healing. I also noticed a bit of make-up on her forearm that was exposed from her three-quarters length sleeve. I had run into many cases like this over the years but my pain never decreased. I never liked to think of any child suffering the same hurt I had endured as a child. This pain increased significantly after turning Edward and becoming a father myself. Any time I saw it now I thought of my own kids being in that place and the reaction I had was not in my compassionate nature at all.

This was different, though. I cannot explain why, just as I couldn't previously, but I felt a familiar pull to this child. There was something different about her that I couldn't place, but I knew the pull too well. I, of course, was not going to just steal this child away from the hospital and change her, much as I wanted to save her from whoever had done this. I felt the pull with Esme when she broke her leg at sixteen, the same age as Ember, and didn't meet her again until years later. I was confused to be feeling this again. When Bella joined I suppose I had subconsciously assumed there would be no more additions to my family. Everyone was paired and it felt whole. Yet, as I looked into this girl's eyes, which somehow conveyed intelligence, maturity, and currently nervousness, I knew deep inside this wouldn't be our last meeting. Not even an hour since I had looked into her bright blue eyes and I felt she was destined to be mine and Esme's. I had to stop thinking along these lines as there was no real evidence to go off of. I had no reason to feel this pull. It must be a mistake, a result of feeling protective over any child that is harmed. Fatherly instinct, that was all.

The girl hid her wrist by tucking both arms around her. "I dance on a team and I landed a trick wrong. No spotter. Completely my fault, it was very irresponsible of me. Um…so anyway…about the prescription. May I get a refill?" She looked extremely uncomfortable. She was here about refiling an oxycodone prescription for a different injury from a couple months back. Looking at her I had a very sneaking suspicion the refill was not for her own use. Hmm.

"May I take a look?" I asked, deciding to ignore the prescription question for now. Her heart raced even quicker and I could sense the panic. I put on my best smile and reached out a hand gently. Against her own judgment, she slowly uncrossed her arms and placed her hurt wrist in my hand. I saw a brief look cross her face when my cold hand touched hers. She looked into my eyes and looked like she was trying to solve a puzzle. It was almost as if she was figuring out what I actually am. Thinking that no patient had ever given me issues even when they did seem suspicious, I ignored the look and focused on the task at hand. I very gently prodded her wrist. Interestingly enough, I could feel where it was injured but my prodding didn't produce even a wince. She simply stared at her wrist like it was her duty to remain stoic. I even questioned myself. Had I not felt internal damage after all? After double checking, I was positive she was hurt and simply not showing it. Still, I asked.

"On a scale of one to ten how is your pain?"

"It's nothing. Well nothing that I can't handle with the help of my normal prescription." She answered quickly, automatically even, with the first sentence. Then, as if remembering her mission, spoke the second in another attempt to get her desired result of this meeting. I couldn't consciously prescribe her such an addictive medication when I knew she no longer had a need for it.

"Well, Ember, the prescription shouldn't be needed this long after your initial injury. As for the wrist I am going to give you a brace right now. I want you to wear it for three weeks and I am going to prescribe some ibuprofen for any pain that you might be experiencing. "

I so badly wanted to broach the subject that was currently killing me. Unfortunately, I can't report something my vampire sight had seen that wouldn't have been seen by a human. I looked back at her and for a split second saw fear in her eyes before she quickly fixed it to be the same nervous but not terrified stare.

As I put the brace on I had an idea. "Your files say it's been quite a while since your last routine exam. I would like to do that now just to make sure everything is functioning properly. Just standard checking your breathing, blood pressure, and other routine checkup items." I said, knowing she would have to lift her sleeves for me to do this which would give me reason to file a report and get her situation looked into. She needed to be saved.

"Actually, I really must be going right after you put the brace on. I am already very late." Due to the slight panic in her voice, which I knew was more than she was letting on, and the fact that I couldn't force her to have a checkup, I agreed.

"Alright, but I would like to get that done soon. I have an opening tomorrow at 4:00pm. Do you think you can make that?" I asked in a convincing and gentle tone.

"Yeah, sure." She said in a voice that sounded very much like she would be calling to cancel at first chance. I wrote her in anyway praying to God that she showed up. The fear I felt for this girl was very much like the fear I would have if my own children were in danger. I finished up putting the brace on and handed her the slip for her ibuprofen prescription.

"Just take this to the front desk if you don't have a pharmacy already on file so they can put that in. Alternatively you can take a prescription dose of over-the-counter ibuprofen. 600mg is the dose I recommend, so three normal pills should suffice."

"Thank you very much Dr. Cullen. Have a good night." She responded quietly and politely.

"You too. I will see you tomorrow." I replied, noting the hesitant nod she gave before turning and speed walking down the rest of the hall to the exit.

Please let her show up tomorrow. Unscathed. I tried to put her out of my mind, unsuccessfully, for the rest of my shift. Upon returning home, I was surprised to find only my wife was home. As soon as I was in the door I was greeted by my lovely's embrace. I leaned down to share a sweet kiss of reunion before asking, "Where's our brood of troublemakers?"

She giggled before responding, "Probably living up to that name." I shook my head at this, laughing with her. "Actually," she continued, "They have gone for a hunt that 'don't include the 'rents' as Emmett so nicely put it. They should be back very soon"

I nodded at this information and again thought back to Ember. Should I share with Esme what had occurred? Before I could contemplate that too long, my intuitive wife asked, "Carlisle, darling? Something is troubling you. What is it? Hard day at work?"

"Well, yes actually." I responded simply.

She took me by the hand and led me to sit on the couch, not that we needed to sit. "Care to elaborate, dear?" Her golden eyes showed concern for me, knowing how hard work can be for me sometimes. Whenever I lost a patient or ran into cases such as the one today, it took a toll on me. She was always quick to assure me I could not save everybody and could only do so much, however, today I didn't think those words would cheer me up. Not when I was thinking about what might be happening to that poor girl right now.

"Esme…there was a girl who came in today. I am positive she is being abused. I don't know by who, but I suspect a member of her household. I couldn't report it as all evidence I saw was only by use of my vampire vision."

Esme's face immediately shifted into a knowing frown. As someone who suffered at the hands of her human husband, Esme knew firsthand what the girl might be feeling. As a mother, she couldn't imagine someone harming a child. It angered her as much as it did me.

"Oh Carlisle." She fretted. "Do not take this as a personal failure, your hands are tied and you can only do so much. Will you see her again?" She asked. I knew she had come to the same conclusion I had, which was to get more evidence on a second visit.

"I got her to agree to a checkup tomorrow but I am almost positive she will not follow through with that. Esme there's something else…" I hesitated.

She waited, curiosity now showing in combination with her empathetic frown. When I didn't answer immediately, she prompted me, "Yes?"

"You know how I described a pull toward Edward before I changed him. Then again when I saw Rosalie, Emmett, you….I trailed off." She nodded at my words and then suddenly understanding overtook her features.

"Carlisle…do you mean to tell me-"

"Yes." I interrupted. "I think so. I don't know. Esme she is so different. Part of me thinks it is just my fatherly instinct to protect coming out but another part is almost certain that she is destined to be with us."

"Carlisle does that mean she will die at the hands of whoever is doing this? She's how old?" Esme, who was mostly showing concern at this point, could not help but exude a light amount of anticipation at the prospect of a new daughter.

"I don't know Esme. I am hoping not. She is only sixteen." I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. "I don't know what it means." I then remembered the other abnormality in this human girl. "She doesn't appeal to me."

"What? I don't understand. You just said-"

"No, dear. I mean her blood. I know I can control my thirst but her scent didn't smell like prey at all. It simply smelt like nature." I explained.

"No burn in your throat? How…How is that possible? I mean the wolves do not smell like prey, could she be related to something like that?" Esme thought out loud.

"No, she doesn't smell off-putting like they do. Just…Like softly burning wood and flowers. I don't know if she is the opposite of a singer because I don't know that they exist. It would be easier to tell if another could smell her and tell me if their throat burned." I continued to explain this young girl to Esme and, despite my unsureness of the situation, she seemed to be mentally preparing herself to meet another daughter. "Now Esme… don't get your hopes up. This is such a different situation from all the rest and I don't know how anything is going to play out."

"She is being hurt." She said simply, pain clear in her voice for her could be new daughter.

"Yes." I responded equally as pained. "I will do what I can, Love. Don't get your hopes up for another daughter, it would be a hard sadness to get over if or when she doesn't become one."

She nodded but still looked somewhat hopeful. We didn't discuss it further as we began to hear our children approaching. They sounded excited, curious, and loud during their approach.

"Who is she?"

"Do we know her?"

"When did you see this?"

"Who finds her?"

All of these questions that I could now hear led me to believe Alice might have seen something about Ember. I felt instantly more hopeful at the prospect of being certain of the future. As soon as I thought this, three pairs of teenagers came bursting through the door. Alice was the first to speak.

"We have a new sister?! Does she like fashion?" Alice spoke in her soprano voice excitedly and loud. Of course that would be the follow up question she asked.

Taken by surprise, I didn't answer.

"Dad c'mon spill, have you met her yet or are you in the dark?" Emmett asked, not quite as excited as Alice, but curious and confused.

"What did you see?" I immediately asked Alice.

"I saw you and a young blonde girl upstairs. You were showing her the guest bedroom. Only, you said it was her room in the vision. So does that mean we have a new sister?!" She asked excitedly again while I noticed Rose scowling. Jasper seemed confused more than anything and Edward was already trying to pick through my mind, becoming slightly irritated that I was blocking my thoughts as I often did.

"I-I well. I don't know?" I stuttered, something vampires are not known for doing. This was all so much to take in. I then thought to ask, "Alice please see if you have any vision of her coming to her appointment tomorrow."

Alice immediately closed her eyes to focus while Emmett said, "So you have met her. Wow. Another sibling? Hey did she seem like she could get in on a good joke?" He raised his eyebrows, hopeful of another prankster joining the family, which I doubt would be the case just from our short meeting today.

I simply raised an eyebrow but didn't respond as just then Alice spoke in an angry voice. "Why does she look like that?!"

We all looked at her confused. She continued, "Daddy, she comes in tomorrow looking terrible. Was she sick?"

"No…she wasn't" I say in increasing concern. I stood up planning on checking on her before realizing that I could hardly show up at the door and steal her away. I had to be strategic about this. She needed to show up tomorrow for me to file the correct papers. I was past my initial questioning at this point. This child, in my head at least, was going to be saved. Whether or not she became mine. She would remain human if I could help it. If she appealed to my children, I'd get her out of the situation and into a better place. If her blood held no temptation to them either, she would come home with me. I don't care what it takes.

But she is human regardless of her scent. Did Alice see me showing her room to her while she was still human? I knew I couldn't risk giving the Volturi a reason to harm my family. I already felt a small hole in my chest at the idea of not taking her. How had I become attached like this? I had to protect my family, though, no matter what I felt. She couldn't come back with us but I would save her. I still wanted to know if she appealed to others as she was an anomaly.

"Jasper and Edward I need you to come with me." I said. I then explained to Jasper what I had to Esme, knowing Edward was likely caught up due to his ability and me taking my mental block down.

"An opposite singer?" Jasper sounded skeptical but not unwilling.

"Yes that is as best as I can describe it. Bella was an immense temptation for Edward. This girl is no temptation. To me, anyway. That is why I need your help. I need to check on her and know if her blood will be a temptation for any of you. If she is an opposite singer, you two will very likely still feel a burn."

"When are we going?" Jasper asked.

"Now. Her file didn't have her address, but I know her last name. I will look it up and we will be going." Instead of waiting for them to respond, I flashed away to get the necessary information. I had a feeling; a stomach ache would be a way to describe it if I was human. Anxiety, I recognized. That's what I was feeling and had felt since I had sent her away today. Was she okay? Was the person she was getting the prescription for her abuser? Would coming back empty handed mean consequences for her? I growled as I thought of this. I need to see her. Now.

A/N: Originally I had wanted to finish this whole story before uploading any of it but I am probably getting a new laptop soon and don't want to transfer this story to another or post them as separate docs in my account. So I decided to post what I have so far day by day. I have four chapters done- no idea how many it will be but I currently have over 18,000 words if that is any indication. Also for the more technical stuff like paperwork, procedures, things of that nature- I know I am not going to be very accurate. I am just writing what works for the story in my head. Please don't be too harsh I am sensitive lol. I have missed you all, hope you are enjoying this. I still am not 100% happy with it but I never am with my work. Also once again- Carlisle's past as well as the other characters, which I am sticking to in this story, are written at length and amazingly by Phoenixhp5.