Disclaimer-I don't own Twilight or any of the characters.

A/N: This would be my fist Twilight Fic. But like all my stories be nice when you review. Thank You.

Carlisle woke up about three days later. He felt groggy and his head felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. He tried to sit up, but his head swam and he almost passed out again. So he decided to just stay laying down. The last time he had slept was back in 1897 and he was sure it didn't hurt this bad to wake up. Then his head cleared and he remembered previous events. He sprang up and immediately fell back down. Not because his head hurt (well that could have been a good factor), but because his head hit something hard and metal.

"What the-?" He looked around him and found to be in a field in the middle of no mans land. What he hit his head on was the underside of an old rusty tractor.

He crawled out and looked around. All around him was miles and miles of tall dead grass. He couldn't even find a path that a human or car would have made. It was about noon since the sun was right above him. He didn't know which way to start off in, this field could go one for miles and he might never find civilization. Then he heard Esme's scream as he passed out, and he just ran at full vampire speed ahead, not knowing which way he was going in, and not really caring. Only one thought stuck in his mind playing over and over again like a broken record: Help my family. Save them.

Carlisle ran for about three days, the field had turned into woods. As he ran farther the woods got denser. It got to the point were even with his vampire sight he couldn't see two feet in front of him. He stopped dead in his tracks kicking up dirt as he stopped. He looked around himself franticly looking in all directions turning this way and that.

His breathing had gotten short and quick. Even though he didn't really need to breath. He started to panic and fear started to absorb him. It started in his chest and spread quickly up to his throat. He feel to his knees and put his face in his hands and cried dry sobs. He finally decided to let himself manipulate his matter and let himself have real tears and become as human as physically possible. If he couldn't help his family he would suffer along with them. He cried harder at his own selfishness. He got up, changed back to normal and ran on. He didn't go back the way he came but kept forward.

The woods started to thin five hours later and Carlisle thought he could hear cars off in the distance, and so he ran on, faster this time, letting them trees and branches hit him in the face and tear at his clothes. His thoughts started to wander to what 906 could be doing to his family. He didn't worry about his team. They knew how 906 worked, but his family...

'No, I will not let myself think like that. They will be fine. I have to have faith in them.' Carlisle thought to himself. He ran faster more (if that's even possible).

He skidded to a halt finding himself in the middle of a very busy highway, with hundreds of cars speeding around him. Cars whizzed by and swerved to avoid the person that was stupid enough to be in the middle of a highway. Before anyone had time to get out and yell at him, he was gone as quick as he came.

Carlisle ran on to find himself in big bad New York. There was no question about it, that was definitely Times Square ahead of him.

'Grrreeeaaat, he had to hide here. He couldn't hide off in Snooze-ville in the middle of Nowhere with a population of 10.' Carlisle thought to himself sarcastically. He didn't really use sarcasm, but he thought this was a situation that called for it.

"Where to start?" He thought aloud. Walking north towards a taxi cab. He got in and mumbled something about forty-second street.

It was bumper to bumper the whole way. What do expect in New York City. He paid the guy and walked for about thirty minutes till he found himself in front of a Ritz-Carlton. He walked in and went straight towards the front desk.

Several people looked at the hansom man with his torn clothes, covered in dirt, with matted hair. The women at the check in desk didn't look up till Carlisle cleared his throat.

"Can I help you?" She said in a Brooklyn accent sounding very bored.

"I'd like a room." Carlisle said in his most charming voice with an equally charming smile.

The women eyed him a moment then went to the computer. "All we have is the penthouse suite." Still sounding bored.

"I'll take it." Carlisle said handing out his Titanium credit card. The women looked taken aback. Mostly because he took the room, but because he took the room looking like he did. She swiped the card all the same and gave him his key with no further words.

He walked into his room and clasped onto his bed, screaming into his pillow. He rolled over and stared at the ceiling until darkness fell, and he was in the dark physically as well as mentally. He didn't even hear someone shift in the chair in the corner. That is until they spoke in their oily sickening voice, but Carlisle didn't move.

"You are so predictable. You always love to have the richer things in life. But Alice helped with her visions." Carlisle slowly turned his head towards the speaker, a growl growing deep in his chest. 906 turned on the lamp beside him to see Carlisle better. "Although she didn't know she was helping us. We have a very convincing vampire too, though he forces his victim to speak and they don't know it."

"What do you want?" Carlisle sounded bored.

"You know what I want." 906 said condescendingly.

"You know I figured you could think of something more original then 'World Domination.'" Still bored turning back to the ceiling. Carlisle knew it was killing 906 that he wasn't getting angry, and he was enjoying every minute of it.

"You know, I'd like to think of myself as a patent man, but I'd be lying." A smirk playing on 906's face as he got up and pored himself a glass of Whiskey from the mini bar. "You wanna know what I figured?"

"No, what?" Carlisle said playing along.

"That you would give the shirt off your back for your family. So by that logic you should be looking for them right now, correct? So why are you in here sulking?" 906's smile growing.

Carlisle got up an threw his pillow in the direction of 906, but he wasn't there. Neither was the Whiskey bottle or glass, and the room was as dark as ever. It had all been in his head.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."