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Carlisle POV

I watched as the sun slowly rose over the mountaintops. It was a breathtaking sight. Ever so slowly the sky lightened, then a crescendo of brilliant golden red light streaked across the sky. It was as if the sky was on fire. People say sunsets are lovely, but I prefer watching sunrises. I feel closer to God somehow.

Funny, a vampire who believes in God, but I do. I've lived long enough to see proof. Simple things, like the sunrise, remind me of his presence. I close my eyes and breathe in the morning air. I look down at my watch. 6:30, almost time for work.

I run swiftly to my home, but I was now prepared for the onslaught of questions. I was prepared for Jasper and Edward's powers. My mind was at peace, as was my emotions. I felt in control. I felt like my old self.

Jasper and Edward gave me suspicious looks. They did not like to be hidden from. They were going to have to get over it. I changed quickly and had almost headed out of the door when Esme stopped me with a hug and kiss. I felt my peace waver slightly. Jasper gave me a sharp look. I thought of my sunrise. I instantly felt peace.

The day was a little faster paced then normal. It was a Saturday, and everyone seemed to find some trouble or another to get in to on a Saturday. A few things made me think of Bella that day, but I quickly quenched all thought of her with my sunrise.

I was mildly surprised when my shift was over. I had survived another day. I had hardly thought of Bella at all. I frowned at that. Could my reaction to her have been purely physical? I was usually not that type of man. Maybe it had been her scent? I had always loved the smell of rain. Whatever reason, I was glad that I had gotten over the attraction. It had almost killed me yesterday.

I was driving, listening to Beethoven, when I realized that I was not driving to my home. Instead I was driving along a row of houses. I stopped outside a small two-story house. It was an unremarkable white color. I was puzzled for a moment until I recognized the police cruiser out front. Beside it was an old beat up truck. Damn it all!

I may not have thought about her all day, but my subconscious clearly was. Wait, did vampires have a subconscious? We do not sleep, yet does our mind still function on an unconscious level?

Whatever the reason, I was sitting in a black Mercedes out side Isabella Swan's house, like a stalker. Chief Swan was staring out of the window at me. I noticed that he had a shotgun in his hand. I heard him cocked it. Great! How was I going to explain my actions? I did not even begin to know how to explain to someone why a bullet would bounce off me. I am obviously not Superman.

Rolling my eyes at my own folly I pulled into their driveway, and plastered a smile onto my face. I swiftly grabbed my doctor's bag and dragged my sorry carcass out of the car. I was a stupid, stupid man. How was I going to explain this?

Chief Swan met me halfway and shook my hand. All smiles. Apparently he did not know that it had been me a second ago; hence the gun. Funny, he should be the most worried about me. I was the one that was obsessed with his daughter.

"What are you doing here Doctor Cullen?" Chief Swan asked, "Not here checking up on Bella are you?"

Charlie Swan was a genius!

My fake smile slowly turned into a real, sincere one. Everybody knew that I would make house calls if I felt some concern for the patient. The people I usually called on were the ones that I could tell hated hospitals. People like Isabella Swan.

"Yes Charlie. I am," I replied gripping his hand with sincere feeling. Did I mention that I really liked Charlie Swan? "I was concerned that there might be some after effects from the accident. Bella does not seem the type to volunteer information about her health."

"No she's not," Chief Swan, replied with a tight smile, "I don't know where she gets it from."

I had a brief flash of stitching up Charlie's leg after a dog had bitten it. I had to employ every method I knew to get Charlie to come back the following week for the rabies test results. I made no attempted to hide my knowing look when I said, "I have know idea Chief Swan." He gave me an annoyed look. I laughed. He joined in.

"Where is Bella?" I asked once our mirth had run its course.

"In her room," Charlie replied motioning me to follow him, "I think. Honestly I can't really keep up with her today. She's been all over this house. Cleaning it." He gave me a sheepish look and continued, "I tried to help, but she all but threw me out of the house. I'm forbidden to enter any room, but the living room. She's crazy."

I laughed a little and felt peaceful. If she was that active, then she should be fine. I felt surprised at my concern. Really, I had no idea that I was that uptight about her well-being. I was in such denial.

The first thing that hit me was the smell of a rain. It was everywhere in the house. It wrapped me up in a familiar hug and wouldn't let me go. I felt heady. Damn that smell! The next smell was that of cleaners, all kinds of cleaners. It was awful. The smell of bleach was more then a little overpowering to my sensitive nostrils. I had two choices. Taste bleach in my mouth or feel heady? I decided to taste the bleach.

Chief Swan was just about to yell for Bella when she appeared at the top of the small staircase. The heady feeling returned, but this time it was not tied to her scent. This time it was tied to her presence. She was breathtaking. If I thought she looked beautiful yesterday. I thought she looked heavenly today.

She wore a white tanks top that was torn at the stomach and clearly showed her black bra underneath. Even if her shirt was not sweat slicked. She wore cropped shorts that did not reach to her knees, and she had no shoes on. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and her face was beat red from work. She looked surprised to see me. I couldn't really blame her. Suddenly her eyes grew wide and she looked sheepish. It seemed that she realized that I could see her bra. She bit her lip and asked, "What's up Doc?"

I thought her Bugs Bunny reference cute. I tried not to roll my eyes at myself and said, "I've come to make sure there are no after effects from the accident." Liar, a little voice inside my head muttered. I ignored it.

"Oh," Bella replied with a little smile, "I'm fine."

"Well… let me check," I replied with a little smile of my own. Okay. I could do this. I could act like a professional, "I am the doctor."

Bella laughed a little and cautiously walked down the stairs. I frowned at this, and cocked my right eyebrow, but said nothing. She seemed like she was really concentrating. When she finally made it down the stairs. She looked up and noticed my curious look. She blushed like a tomato.

Not looking at me Bella said, "I have enough trouble with flat ground, let alone stairs. Gravity hates me."

I chuckled a little, much to her embarrassment and said, "Where would you like the check up to commence?"

She smiled sheepishly and said, "The kitchen's fine. I've just finished cleaning so it's sterile and all."

She led me to the kitchen and I made a motion for her to sit on the table. She jumped once, stumbled and almost broke her neck. I caught her in my arms, and I felt that familiar heady feeling. This time it was due to her scent and her smaller frame plastered to my chest. Thankfully I could not blush. My arms where encircled around her waist and I felt Charlie's eyes boring into my back. I tried not to seem please at having her so close.

I pushed her back and found that she was flushed and breathing a little hard. I was concerned. Was there something the matter with her after all? She looked like she was highly embarrassed, but she was going to try and jump on the table again when I wrapped my hands around her waist and sat her on the tabletop. I then rummaged through my doctors bag. Trying to cover up how pleased I was about feeling my hands on her waist. I heard her mumble a thank-you.

I took out my stethoscope, and put it to my ears and smiled at Bella, "Alright Bella. You ready?"

Bella smiled brilliantly and I knew that if my heart could beat it would be going wild. Like Bella's was at that moment, "Doctor away."

Bella's POV

I had an uneasy sleep. I woke up early that morning. I mean before the roosters early. I couldn't get back to sleep. I stared out my window for a while and my mind kept replaying my meeting with Dr. Carlisle Cullen. I felt myself flush when I realized just how much my dream version was edited. My dreams self was a huge slut, let me tell ya.

I watched the sunrise. It wasn't that great. Probably had a lot to do with the trees obstructing my view. Sunrises in Phoenix were speculator. The land was flat and you could see the entire skyline. When the sun rose it made you feel like you were at the edge of the Earth. Here I couldn't even see the sun rise. I just saw it's light.

I couldn't get Carlisle out of my end. The only time I seemed not to think about him was when I worked. So work I did. At first I was just going to straighten things. My banging around and bumping into things woke Charlie up early. I cooked his breakfast. He tried to get me to tell him what was wrong. I refused to admit anything was wrong. I could just see my dad's eyes bug out if I told him that I was have naughty thoughts about the town's favorite married doctor. Oh yeah, I might even give him a heart attack. As appealing as seeing Carlisle would be. I decided against the truth.

He dropped the subject, thankfully. I gave my dad a peck on the cheek as he left for work and cleaned up. I was bored in ten minutes. I was thinking about Carlisle in two. I needed a distraction, a really good one. The house was perfectly straight. Not a thing out of place, but as I began to look around I noticed that there was a fair amount of dust. The light bulb above my head flicked on and I smiled. Oh yes, it was house-cleaning time.

I started in my bedroom. It didn't take long. Neither did my bathroom. Charlie's room took a while though. It had been a while since I had felt comfortable enough to dust dad's room. Then I cleaned the pictures in the hallway, making sure not to knock them off. I swept and moped the floor, silently cursing hardwood floors and dust bunnies. After a little over an hour the second floor was clean. I cautiously carried the cleaners down the stairs and started on the living room. That took twenty minutes due to its size and the dust bunnies. I checked my watch. It was only ten. I had started at eight. Shit! I didn't want to stop working until at least four. That would give me plenty of time to drag out my homework and then go to bed. I then had another brilliant idea.

I decided to make this house as sanitary as any hospital. Well, at least the kitchen and bathroom. There were hardwood floors everywhere else. Charlie would kill me if I ruined his hardwood floors. I grabbed the wood polish and I, on hands and knees to draw out the process, started to polish the floor. I had just finished when Charlie came in around noon. I quickly threw him out of my clean house and ordered him to stay there until the living room was dry. He was disgruntled but allowed it, fussing under his breath. I started cooking his lunch, and after twenty minutes let him back in the house.

Once he figured out what I was doing. He tried to convince me that I could use his help. I was rather hostile to him I'm afraid. I think I might have scared him. He sure gave me a lot of, "if I make a sudden move…will she attack?" looks. I just smiled pleasantly and concentrated on my food and what I still had to do.

Once lunch was over and the dishes were taken care of I started on the kitchen. There wasn't really much to clean though. It wasn't like Charlie had that many knickknacks. He was a man after all, a few trophies for fishing, and bowling. That was it, and they were in the living room. What he did have though, were pictures. Most of them were of me. A few were of Mom, dad, and I. He even had a few in the kitchen, and there was grandma's wooden cross over the table. That was it.

It was three-thirty by the time I finished the kitchen. I swept, moped, and polished the floor with bleach, on hands and knees. Oh yeah I was going to surpass my goal. Four-thirty rolled around and I had just finished polishing Charlie's floor. All I had left was my room. When I heard dad cocking his shotgun. I didn't think anything of it though. I had requested, rather forcefully, that he clean the blasted thing. It was the only thing in the house that I did not clean. I was in the middle of polishing my floor when I heard voices outside. I kept working. It was then I heard Carlisle's laugh as he entered the house. My house. Carlisle Cullen was in my house. I was going to have a panic attack.

I made myself get a grip and I threw my rag on the floor. I washed my hands and made my way to the stairs. I thought about hiding in my room, but my feet had a mind of their own. I stopped at the top of the stairs when I saw him. He looked amazing.

He wore a gray sweeter vest over a white shirt. It was identical to the blue one he wore at the hospital yesterday, and green tie. Over this ensemble he wore a black jacket. His customary black slacks and shoes completed his attire. In his left hand he held his black doctor's bag and he had a funny look on his face. It was quickly replaced with a sincere smile. It was then I realized what I had on.

That morning I had thrown on a black shirt and blue jeans, but when I decided to polish the floor I threw on my rattiest clothes, a white tank top that was torn at the stomach, with Daisy Duke shorts and no shoes. I hadn't bothered changing my black bra. To complete my embarrassment, I was wearing a hastily tied ponytail and I was sweaty, really sweaty.

He looked like better then Adonis and I looked like a hillbilly slut. Just freakin great! My heart was beating ninety miles an hour, and I was completely embarrassed. I bit my lip and said the first thing I could think of, "What's up Doc?"

When I realized what I said. I wanted to DIE!

He gave me cute little smile and said, "I've come to make sure there are no after effects from the accident."

"Oh," I replied with a little smile. Dr. Carlisle Cullen was worried about me? For some reason that made me feel fuzzy inside, "I'm fine."

"Well… let me check," He replied with a little smile of his own, "I am the doctor."

I laughed a little and cautiously walked down the stairs. I didn't want to trip and look like a fool in front of Carlisle. I would have killed myself right there. When I safely made it down the stairs I looked up and almost giggled. He had a frown on his face with his right eyebrow cocked, like some Vulcan. He was too cute. My heart sped up again. I was sure he could hear it, and I blushed liked the silly schoolgirl I was.

I refused to look at him as I replied to his curious look, "I have enough trouble with flat ground, let alone stairs. Gravity hates me."

He chuckled a little, much to my embarrassment and said, "Where would you like the check up to commence?"

I smiled sheepishly and said, "The kitchen's fine. I've just finished cleaning so it's sterile and all."

I led Carlisle to the kitchen and he made a motion for me to sit on the table. I tried. Really I did. I was never any good at the whole jumping on furniture thing. I jumped once, stumbled and almost broke my neck. Carlisle caught me in his arms, and I couldn't breathe. It felt so good, despite his lack of body warmth. He smelled so good. That manly scent that left me light headed and embarrassed. I was bright red. His arms where encircled around my waist and I saw Charlie glare at Carlisle. If looks could kill Carlisle would be one dead duck. I tried not to look like this made my dreams come true. I was going to have excellent dreams tonight.

He pushed me back and I tried to get my breathing and embarrassment under control. I noticed the concerned look on his face. Hopefully he would think the cause was medical. I was about to try and jump on the table again when I felt his cold hands around my waist and he gently sat me on the tabletop. I was floored. Carlisle Cullen had just touched my hips. Oh my god. Why did he have to be so damn helpful? His thoughtfulness was going to be my undoing. I jus knew it. I watched him rummage through his doctors bag, and couldn't help but watch his fingers. They were long and slender, not to mention pale. Like what I always thought sculptor's fingers would be like I mumbled a thank-you.

He took out his stethoscope, and put it to his ears and smiled at me, "Alright Bella. You ready?"

I gave him my best smile. My heart was beating like a racehorse's after a ridicules amount of time running in a circle, and said "Doctor away."

I groaned on the inside. Could I sound anymore stupid?

Carlisle POV

I hated to leave that night. I hated to go home. Why couldn't I just live in my car? I could park it halfway between home and the hospital and I would be set for life. I knew it was wrong to want to avoid my family like this. But I felt like a low life. Not only was I entertaining thoughts about a teenager, that was bad enough. But I was entertaining thoughts about a teenager while I was still married. Not to mention the sinking feeling that my son Edward was entertaining thoughts about Bella as well.

"Entertaining thoughts," a voice inside my head whispered, "Yeah, like that makes it sound any better." Why does my conscious sound like Emmit?

Groaning I drove home and replayed my time with Bella in my head. After the whole table ordeal, everything else was pretty innocent. I asked a few medical questions, and the rest of the examination was silent. Actually it was fair more innocent then our first meeting. I groaned again, and turned into my driveway. I was an hour late. I hoped that no one was worried. Though if Alice saw anything…I would cross that bridge when it came.

I walked inside and found the family was sitting in front of the television, watching Alice's favorite program, Bones.

"Why do we have to watch this?" Emmit groaned every five minutes, causing Alice to through her pillows at him. No one got between Alice and David Boreanaz. I mean no one. Not even Jasper. It was ridicules.

"Don't let Alice hear you say that," Edward whispered across the room. Alice did not even notice. She was that glued to the television set. I sighed and walked up the stairs to my office. I was not in the mood to be with the family.

Especially when Bones was on.

I flopped onto the bed and closed my eyes irritation. I had to get my emotions under control, before Jasper noticed, or worse, Esme. When I felt more in control. I walked to my office and began to sort through the bills and papers.

I was usually the one that did the bills. I was not complaining though. For some odd reason I enjoyed it. It felt almost normal. I heard a knock at the door. I closed my eyes and struggled to calm my fear. Only Esme knocked, and only when she knew something was wrong. I rubbed my face and told her to enter. Not for the first time did I wish that I could sleep. It would a joyous reprieve.

"What is it dear?" I asked. I felt reasonably confident that my voice did not waver.

"Did something happen at work to day Carlisle?" Esme asked as she shut the door. It was not needed. They could hear us anyway.

"No," I replied. That was not a lie.

"Where were you then?" Esme asked, "You are an hour late."

"I decided to visit a patient afterwards," I replied trying not to notice the lump in my throat. It had nothing to do with hunger. I refused to swallow.

"Oh," Esme replied with a frown, "You usually call."

"Yes," I replied not looking at Esme. If I did I would confess all.

"Then why did you not?" Esme pressed.

"I had not planned to go to the Swans Esme," I replied trying not to let my irritation show, "It was a last minute decision. I did not think I would stay that long."

That wasn't a lie either. I felt proud of myself.

"Swan?" Esme asked, "The girl that Edward saved yesterday. The girl he keeps talking about?"

"Yes," I replied, but looked up at Esme with concern, "He keeps talking about her."

"Yes," Esme went on with a bright smile, "She's been on his mind for days. Surely you have noticed?"

"Yes," I replied absently.

Esme must have known that she did not have my full attention, but she went right on talking. "Was the girl okay?"

"Bella was just fine," I replied, "I should not have bothered with the visit, but I just wanted to make sure that she would not have post traumatic stress."

That was a lie. I refused to look at Esme. I was a bad, worse then a cad. I was a low life.

Esme sighed and walked over to me. She kissed my forehead and said, "Why don't you come down stairs with me. Spend some time with us Carlisle. You have been so distracted lately."

"I know," I replied. I was tense. I did not like to be this close to Esme when my mind was on…. no. Edward might hear.

"Why?" Esme whispered so only we could hear.

I sighed and held my head in my hands. If I could cry, I would.

I looked at her with pain filled eyes and whispered, "You know why Esme." Then I was gone. Gone to my special place. Her eyes haunted me.

That was the second night that my guilt led me away from my family.

Bella POV

I lay in bed. Just thinking. I knew my dreams would be on Carlisle. They would more then likely make me ashamed of myself. I groaned and turned over. Charlie had been quiet ever since Carlisle left. He seemed to have thought that he had made a pass at me. I just laughed at him.

"He was ogling you when he saw you in that outfit Bella!" Charlie had yelled. I had rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"You're crazy Charlie," I replied with conviction, "Carlisle Cullen is a married man. Happily married from what you tell me. Why would he jeopardize that?"

"I don't know," Charlie had replied fingering his shotgun, "But he was staring at you like he had never seen a woman before Bella. That means something."

"Charlie," I had replied as I climbed the stairs, "You're paranoid. I'm going to finish my room."

He hadn't spoken a word to me the rest of the night.

Now I was staring at the ceiling slowly falling asleep.

That was the second night I dreamed about Carlisle Cullen.

So what do you think? I tried to make it funny. I'm sure if Carlisle found himself in this situation. He would behave in the same way. All smiles on the outside, but berating himself on the inside. Well.... at least my Carlisle would. You don't really know what kind of person he is on the inside in the book. All the readers get to see him as is the paternal figure. Now we get to see him as the lover. Goody! Review. I mean it! Hit the button.