A/N: Doing a double up! Just an advanced WARNING: THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL HAVE SEXUAL ASSAULT BECAUSE ARO IS CREEPY! And Carlisle is somehow a very attractive small child… I think I need help… :S

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He Who Descends

One morning I came to Mayflower, intent on spending the day as I usually did. I took the stairs two at a time, having gone to the general store late yesterday evening and purchased a new book for Carlisle to practise with. I got to the top of the stairs and jogged at a moderate pace down the corridor, nimbly dodging the swipes to my ankles, once again. I'd become quite good at it by now.

I reached the window and was shocked to find a puddle of muck with no blonde perched atop it. I looked up the hall and down, but there was no sign of Carlisle anywhere.

"But where?" I scratched my head. I was fairly certain he couldn't walk due to lack of muscle building exercise. So that had to mean someone took him away.

There was a hard tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see a curvaceous nurse with caramel coloured hair glaring daggers at me.

"This facility does not appreciate nor tolerate favouritism," she hissed. "And as the head nurse of the children's division it is my duty to inform you of that, sir."

"I…I" I was at a loss, what the hell was I supposed to say to her.

"I didn't think you'd have anything to say. Nor should you."

"Where did you take him?" I asked, suddenly a little angry. Would this woman honestly rather me work myself into the ground for fifty children who weren't getting enough time and wouldn't benefit from what they did get to focusing my efforts on one child whom I could totally rehabilitate and then send home and move on to another child?

"I simply put him in the care of somebody more… professional than you," she stated, looking down her nose at me. "Somebody who won't mess with his medication and cause him pain."

"I never caused him pain!" I defended, "Who told you that?"

"I didn't need to be told," she snapped, grabbing my collar. "I firmly suggest you step back into line, young man, because let me tell you, one more stuff up and you are out!"

She shoved me back and stormed off.

"Ooh, you're on the bad side of the head nurse," Rosalie jabbed me in the ribs from behind, making me jump a mile. "You sure do got Essie-poo riled up, what'd ya' do?"

"What the hell Rosalie!? You frightened me half to death," I growled, rubbing my sides.

She giggled.

"Tell me you know where she took Carlisle?" I begged, recovering from the shock and remembering how desperate I was to find Carlisle. "Tell me!"

"Whoa calm down," Rosalie said. "If you're talking about your 'special' friend, she sent him to some doctor over in Quaker."

"What did you just call him?" I said slowly, hoping my interpretation of what she'd said wasn't what she meant.

"Calm down, eighty percent of the male staff here get their rocks off to little kids, you're not that special," she said. "Just don't try anything with me."

"What?! You think I'm turned on by him?" I shrieked.

"Well, I mean; you always want to hug him and you really like it when he sits all naked like on your lap, so I made the obvious assumption," Rosalie explained.

"You pervert!" I cried. Who in the hell would think I was a paedophile?

"Ok, fine, if it offends you that much," she sighed.

"I'm going to find Carlisle and so help me God, if you tell that bitch, I'll make you sorry," I raged at her.

"Tsh, you could be nicer, I was the one who convinced her not to fire you this time," Rosalie spat as I tore down the corridor towards the stairs. I ignored her, too intent on finding Carlisle.