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.

Heyyyy, I haven't said much lately, but just a warning I AM A BIG RED SOX FAN. So if your a Yankees fan...sorry. Just don't meet my mom. Lol. Anyway sorry if it offends you, hope you still read on. Also I know this is a slow chapter, but it will make you want to read the next chapter at the end. If you haven't figured out, I like to make cliff-hangers, so you'll want to read on.

Carlisle threw the pillow down and stormed out of the room without grabbing his coat. He walked out and felt the hot tears against his cold wet skin. 'At least it's raining.' He thought bitterly. He wasn't thinking rational, but letting his emotions run the show. 'Letting my emotions run the show, what irony. That's what got me in this situation. Cornelius was right, emotions suck.' Carlisle was walking down Tenth Avenue and was soaked to the bone. He finally realized he was shivering. 'I can't even walk down the street without manipulating matter. This time I make myself human, next time I'll eliminate the Earth's axis. That would be funny, cause 2012 two years before it happens.'

He found himself to be on the same highway that he crossed earlier that day. He stopped with his hands in his pockets, and looked up to the heavens. "Why me? What did I ever do to you? I don't kill. I try hard not to sin. WHY ME?" He said screaming. He lowered his voice to a low cowardly whisper. "Help, please." He got no response so he turned around and bent his head low, that is until he tripped over something, and landed flat on his face. Carlisle flipped onto his back and looked for what had tripped him.

It was a bottle cap that had been facing face down and had been slippery on the wet concrete. He picked up, turning it over in his hands. A smile spreading on his face, warmth warming his cold chest. This bottle cap was He's answer. He looked up again and said "Thanks." Carlisle jumped up looked at the bottle cap on more time, pocketed it, and went flying full speed down the highway up Tenth and into the lobby of the Ritz-Carlton.

Skidding to a stop right before his door and sliding ten feet. He opened his door and went over to the mini bar and pulled out three root-beer bottles. Still smiling he snapped his fingers and a laptop, printer, land-line hookup, and other various things appeared on the kitchen table. Grabbing the root-beer and settling into the chair at the table setting up everything like he had seen Harrlick do millions of times.

"I'll pull a classic Harrlick, and if I don't know how to do something, I'll just snap my fingers and everything will be alright...I love my power. I snap my fingers and I can make someone do the chicken dance, which was really funny making A-Rod do at that game. And hey, the Red Sox won because he couldn't catch the ball because he was doing the chicken dance." Carlisle realized he was talking to himself and mentally slapped his head.

And so he went to work, bent low over the keys, adjusting things when needed, and hooking wires in where they went. His plan was to use 906's chip to focus in on his last location. Even if he couldn't find 906 himself, he could at least get a look at his patterns. It was about five in the morning when he finally leaned back sighing.

He printed out what he needed, shut things down, grabbed his coat, and was out the door withing seconds. He propped his ran coat collar up high, pulled it closer to himself, and bent low under the wind. It was a cold wet day, with drizzle here and there, but not down poor like yesterday night. Then something dawned on him. He hadn't showered, changed, or shaved in about a week. He smelled like old socks and looked like a hobo.

He turned into the next clothing store he found. He went over to the men section and grabbed a shirt, pants, socks, and a pair shoes. He barely looked at what he was buying, just the sizes. It took him less then five minutes to get in and get out. 'Why can't women shop like this, it's so much quicker?'

He was in the men stall changing when he looked at himself in the mirror. The one thing he could never figure out was why his facial hair still grew. He was supposed to look the same for all eternity, but his hair still grew. All in all he needed a shave badly, and maybe a hair cut. His face was covered in one inch long hair, and his head was blocked behind a blond wall. His hair was all the way down on his shoulders, on all sides. He could probably chew on it if he wanted.

He waled out throwing his old cloths in the bag and throwing that in the trash can outside. He wrapped his coat around him once again and 'jogged' across the street to the barber shop that had just opened up.

"What can I do ya for?" The old man behind the counter said. Carlisle looked up and walked over to him, looking around as he went.

"I'd like a shave and hair cut, please."

"Appointment?" The man asked

"No."

"Al'ight, take a seat right over there." The man said pointing to a chair in front of a mirror. Carlisle hung up his coat and sat down.

"Shave it all?" The man asked getting a new shaver, gown, and shaving cream out.

"Yes, please." Carlisle said as the man wrapped the gown around him and tied it.

"How short ya want da hair?" He asked starting on Carlisle's face. Carlisle hadn't really thought about that. It was about four inches long now, it was normally three inches since he pulled back his bangs, so he thought to cut it about three and a half inches. He didn't want it too long, and that's what he told the man. About an hour latter and one hundred dollars latter Carlisle was walking down the now pouring street towards the newly abandoned warehouse on the pier. He opened the big metal door and stepped into total darkness as the door swung closed behind him.

"Just like 906. Going for the classics." Just as the lights went up. "Okay, come out and play, 906. I'll tell mom if you don't." Carlisle yelled out smiling.

906 walked out of the shadows in the same black over coat clapping. "You found me, and got a hair cut. It looks good with only an inch in length, and you've gotten tiny bangs, not too long and they can't be spiked, but not too short that they naturally spike. I like it." He was smiling and had stop clapping.

"I didn't come here to make small talk." Carlisle said sounding annoyed. Rubbing his eyes

"Oh, right you came for a fight. Well, I don't want to fight you. You know what I want. Like you say 'World Domination'. Of course the only way to do that is if you dye. You know this already, though." As 906 was speaking the D.O.T's were moving about pouring gasoline everywhere, this did not go unnoticed by Carlisle. Carlisle saw in the distance his team and family being ushered out the door by D.O.T's. "I see you have figured out my plan, but if you try and run with them, I will kill them too." 906 had an evil smile on. Carlisle looked up in time to see 906 was near the door and had a lighter lit. He dropped it and the place was up in flames as the fire followed the gasoline all the way up to the wooded boxes surrounding the exists. Carlisle saw 906 slip out the door, before the flames were surrounding him, but he didn't move.

The Cullen's smelled the fire before they saw it. They had been unmasked long enough to see Carlisle standing there. Esme was about to scream to him, but he caught her eye and the look he gave her had left her speechless. His eyes were pleading for forgiveness, almost like he blamed himself, but Esme couldn't dwell on it too long before a D.O.T was forcing her out the door.

Esme turned as soon as she smelled the flames. The warehouse were Carlisle was was on fire, she screamed but she couldn't here it over the panic inside her. She tried to run but Emmett and Edward had her by the arms. She tried to reason with them, but they never loosened their grip. She finally stopped yelling to see the pain in both of their eyes. She collapsed and Jasper was there to catch her as she sobbed into his sleeve. She knew he was trying to calm her, but his own grief was getting in the way. Esme cried into Jasper's arm as the others cried dry sobs with her. The strange thing was that Esme didn't feel like Carlisle was really gone. When he had been hurt a month ago she felt his pain, but this time was like she was filling with great energy.

And as she looked up to the warehouse she found that the flames were the reseeding towards the center and everything looked untouched. Like the fire had never been there.