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I heard the door snap shut behind me and I ran at full speed to hide behind one of the bins. I heard Jasper exit the school and heard his breathing stop as he tracked me. Staying in the shadows I crouched down, silently awaiting my man to come and find me.

Taking one of my earlier visions into account, I know that when Jazzy finds me, he will carry me deep into the woods where we will engage in many amorous activities...

Hmm. Who really needs school?

CPOV

'No Peterson, focus. He's in for a tonsillectomy, NOT a liver transplant!' I sighed in irritation as I pinched the bridge of my nose. These young, inexperienced doctors really grated on my nerves. They could be so obtuse at times! The heavily sedated man laying on the bed between us was watching our disagreement with slightly clouded eyes.

'Every thing is going to be alright, sir.' I assured him respectfully, glaring at Peterson. He glared right back at me, challenging me to an argument. I rolled my eyes at him, watching with amusement as he flushed, his face was screwed up with anger and I noticed how he had balled his hands up into tight fists. 'Not now!' I thought in exasperation. I decided to take our argument outside.

'Nurse Hudson?' I called. She popped her head around the door immediately, the same hopeful expression she wore whenever I spoke to her was lighting up her pudgy face. 'Yes Dr. Cullen?' She asked breathlessly.

'Could you perhaps take over dosage control? I need to have a quiet word with Peterson.' I responded smoothly. 'Why of course Doctor.' She hobbled into the room, throwing an evil glare at Peterson as she did so. I couldn't help but smile at that.

If I hadn't known the real reason behind her over protectiveness, I would have assumed that she was adopting the innocent role of a mother hen. As it was, Edward had informed me of the kind old lady's sexual intentions towards my forever young, fit and and irrevocably beautiful body. That memory succeeded in making me shudder every time.

I jerked my head at the scowling student, gesturing towards the main swing doors. Peterson huffed before slamming down his equipment and stalking out of the ward, the doors banging against the walls with a loud bang as he pounded through them. I raised my eyebrows and prayed for a little leeway in his probable upcoming hissy fit.

Nurse Hudson grinned at me, showing all of her fake teeth. 'Your generation has little respect for anyone, don't be too hard on him, you're both just kids and I'm sure that you get that way as well, no matter how many teenagers you have adopted.' She stated jokingly. I just rolled my eyes at her before turning around and making my way towards the battered doors.

I stopped short when I felt a slight pressure on, and heard a light 'thwack' emitting from my behind. 'She didn't!' I thought horrified. Whirling around I stood with my arms crossed and glared at her incredulously. She blushed slightly, looking up at me with eyes alive with excitement and heavy breathing. Yikes. She did.

'Is there a problem, Dr. Cullen?' She asked, far too sweetly to be legitimately confused. I narrowed my eyes, watching as she flustered around and then continued with the aiding my patient.

'I do not approve of inappropriate gestures in the hospital. Bear in mind, Nurse Hudson, that I have a beautiful wife that I am happily married to and six wonderful children. I am already taken and it is the height of disrespect to disregard that.'

Nurse Hudson smirked slightly, her fat fingers still busy attending to the patient. 'I'll bare that in mind doctor.' I nodded at her and, for the second time, made my way towards the door. With my advanced vampire hearing I easily heard the quiet whispered little 'But I'll not hesitate to do it again.' coming from behind me.

Ignoring her, I proceeded to step out into the bustling corridors, keeping to the sides to avoid all of the other patients, nurses and doctors. I could not see Peterson anywhere in this chaos and with eyes as perfect as mine, that wasn't a good thing. 'Where was the boy? Had he ran from me?'

I couldn't help but growl at that thought; my father had not tolerated it when I had ran from him and I did not tolerate it when my children ran from me. It was a form of severe disrespect and uncalled for distrust. I spotted one of closer friends in this hospital, Doctor Harris McCarthy. I hurried over to him, weaving my way through the passing gurneys with graceful movements.

'Ah Carlisle!' the old doctor exclaimed in a Scottish drawl when he saw me gliding smoothly towards him. 'How can I be of assistance, my boy?' I smiled at him in greeting.

Harris McCarthy was a very fatherly man who looked upon me as one would a very cute and intelligent child... Just like how our family viewed little Renesmee. I didn't entirely mind, as it was a relief to find a kind, caring man in a sea of jealous and spiteful doctors.

'I was just wondering if you had by any chance caught a glimpse of Peterson? I had sent him to wait outside our patient's ward, but he seems to have gone on a walkabout.' I raised my eyebrows to empathize my exasperation.

Dr. McCarthy smiled again, thoroughly amused with the entire situation. 'Well, I'm glad someone is.' I thought bitterly.

Catching sight of my annoyance, Dr. McCarthy was quick relaxed his cheek muscles before he responded. 'I believe I saw Peterson march out through the main doors. He looked most aggravated, I was going to stop and see to him but I was afraid he'd punch me if I tried!'

Hmm. 'Had I really angered him that much? Was his pride really that important?' I pondered, confused by his apparent rage. 'I should go talk to him' I thought aloud. 'To try and calm him down.' Dr. McCarthy pierced me with stern, fatherly eyes.

'Don't you go and pick a fight with that boy. I know what you kids are like, fighting over girls, motorbikes, music and what not.' he warned me in a heavily patronizing tone.

I tried my best to look affronted, although inside, I was laughing. I had always found it funny when humans tried to parent me. It was such a dramatic change from always being looked up to and respected as a coven leader and father.

'Do not worry Harris, I assure you that never in my life have I been interested in motorcycles or fought over women and music. My heart lies with my darling Esme and the relaxing compositions of my son... and you know how much I adore my Mercedes.' I winked mischievously at him, flashing him a smile. He smirked before reaching over and ruffling my fine blonde hair.

'I forgot what an oddball you are Carlisle, I apologize for any unjustified accusations.' He laughed. I laughed with him, once again glad to be so close to this man. It would be a shame when he passed. 'Consider yourself forgiven, old man. Do not count on so much generosity should there be a next time.' I teased.

Harris roared with laughter at my cheek. 'That's some lip you have there, squirt! I'd better go, I'm needed in theatre. Farewell, you little whelp!' Dr. McCarthy laughed again after his joyous goodbye and disappeared into the crowd, blending in almost perfectly with the seemingly hundreds of white lab coats, his bright ginger hair being the only thing distinguishable of his Scottish heritage.

I stood there for a minute, wondering how best to tackle this situation. Peterson was a stubborn young man who had a head as thick as a brick wall. If he didn't like something, he would waste no time in correcting it to match his wishes. I decided that the best way to come about this would be to make him think that he was in control. That wasn't so hard, was it?

I passed through the hospital's main doors and came to a stop on the cracked front steps. I narrowed my eyes and swiftly scanned the surrounding car park and tree line, sniffing the air as I did so... There! The wind had blown in my direction, sweeping leaves across the parking lot and carrying the unmistakable tobacco tinged scent of my student doctor.

I hurried over to the towering green treeline and allowed it to swallow me up, briefly pausing to enjoy the dim, tinted light. I followed the smell to find and rebuke it's origin. It was as easy to follow as a bright red painted line consisting of only arrows.

I had arrived at my destination in practically no time at all. I watched silently from under the dark green canopy of leaves as Peterson sucked in a long drag from one of those foul cigarettes that humans are so fond of purchasing.

Why would you buy, and use, something that would ultimately kill you? It made no sense to me... but then again, I was a vampire and had never felt the appeal towards any sort of drug... other than human blood. I was pulled out of my musings as a toxic cloud of nicotine was blown my way, effectively burning my nose and mouth as it wafted across my face. Eugh. Disgusting.

I decided to revel myself, bored of watching Peterson mutter about how unfair everything and everyone is. Fruitlessly attempting to fan away the intoxicated air I stepped from my place of hiding, landing directly in the pivot point of the young man's field of vision. I watched with disguised amusement as Peterson's body jerked in surprise, causing him to drop his cigarette, and as a small shriek escaped his cracked lips. 'Carlisle!' he yelped with fright and irritation.

Solely due to habit, I immediately responded with a light 'Dr. Cullen, if you would be so kind.' As soon as the words escaped my lips I mentally face palmed.

'Great going Carlisle, so much for him believing that he is in control instead of you!' I admonished myself crossly. My simple statement had had a big effect on the junior doctor, who was now dark red in the face. 'Why is he so angry?' I wondered. My question was answered almost immediately; I braced myself against the scathing words that were sure to follow like knives. Sure enough...

'Oh, I apologize Dr. Cullen.' he hissed sarcastically. 'My god, will anything ever be good enough for you? You prance about the hospital like the fucking queen of England, expecting everyone else to worship you!' Peterson's eyes were wide and he was panting and spitting like a human who had just completed a marathon.

His resemblance to a murderer was uncanny; I know knew exactly what Dr. McCarthy was commenting about earlier. 'Take deep breaths.' I instructed.

He ignored me and continued on with his much needed catharsis. 'And when they fail to see your oh-so-perfect-self, you just have to jump in and correct them, don't you? It's arrogant pricks like you that make me sick.'

He paused to draw breath and I could not help but he astounded at all his false accusations. I stood my ground and watched as he began his onslaught once more. I tried to control my rising frustration as I failed to get a word in edge ways.

I allowed myself to listen to snippets of what he was saying. 'I mess up ONE FUCKING TIME Carlisle and you immediately get all up in my face.'...'I'd been battling the urge to punch you!'...'So smug!'... 'Just so irritating'...'Only a few years older than me'... 'What the hell is your problem?' He abruptly stopped talking, his breath coming in uneasy gasps, showing off his yellowed teeth as his chest heaved. I grew slightly alarmed, the doctor in me wondering if he were able to obtain enough oxygen.

Taking everything into consideration, I wasn't very surprised by this angry outburst; I knew it had to happen eventually. I knew Peterson wasn't normally one to hold back emotion, especially anger, and it had been purely out of greed for the his future career as a doctor that he had managed to keep his mouth shut.

Yes, it was true that I had been calling him up on everything he did wrong, but he was a student doctor for pity sake! How was he supposed to learn if I didn't fix his many, many errors?

I had been forced to stop myself from blurting out the fact that I didn't 'prance' either, I was a vampire, and whether I liked it or not, my every move was inhumanly graceful... I didn't think that Peterson would react very well to that little slither of information, so I reluctantly held my tongue, allowing that insult to pass without a comment.

The furious young man was still huffing and puffing in front of me, avoiding eye contact and viciously glaring at the muddy ground; he reminded me of Edward when he got into trouble or when he became exceptionally angry... What a temper these two boys both had. I decided to intervene before Peterson caught enough breath and energy to start verbally assaulting me with his tirade for a third time.

'Peterson' I began in a forced quiet, repentant tone. 'I am truly sorry that you feel that way. It was never my intent to demean you, nor will it ever be. I was merely trying to help you learn in the hope that you will go on to become a great doctor someday.' 'That's right Carlisle, keep sucking up.' I thought savagely.

'I have noticed how beneficial working with me has been for you... you really are vastly improving; I have never been more proud of any other student doctor's progress than I am of yours.' My little speech was so sugary I could almost taste it; I was actually quite impressed with it. Peterson however, was not.

'I DON'T WANT YOUR APPROVAL!' he roared, advancing on me. I took a step back, not very keen to encourage a fight. 'Stop.' I ordered, using the same fatherly tone I used for my wayward children. I tried to remind myself that this was a colleague, not Emmett, Jasper or Edward. No matter how close the physical age difference was.

Taking deep breaths of the spoiled, smoky air, I tried to forcibly calm myself. The trees swayed in unison as the wind ran through them, clearing both the toxic air and my muddled head. Peterson looked at me with incredulous eyes. 'Sorry dad.' he commented sarcastically. What was with this boy and sarcasm?

I bit back a furious retort and tried to think with clarity. A few seconds passed. 'Peterson, I-,' I tried to reason with the young man yet again but was rudely cut off as he extended his middle digit and turned it to face me with a childish snort.

I saw Peterson's eyes grow wide with alarm as my expression darkened. That was out of line. I was absolutely furious. I could see that Peterson regretted his display but it did not calm me down. I had, as today's humans said, reached the end of my tether. I could feel my inner father clawing to the surface.

'Right.' I stated, ready to dish out the largest parental tongue lashing on respect he has probably ever had to, and probably ever will, endure. I was about to begin my angry rantings when the annoyingly shrill beeping of my phone sounded, alerting me to a call. I held my index finger up at Peterson, warning him to stay put before I turned around and answered my mobile in a slightly calmer tone.

'Hello, Dr. Cullen speaking...' I began. I was cut off by the local high school's receptionist's hurried greeting. I warily waited for more information, all previous fury forgotten as I anxiously waited for the story that might force us to relocate. What I heard however, wasn't what I had expected at all.

'He did what?!' I furiously exploded down the phone. I noticed Peterson flinch from the corner of my eye and I tried to mask my rage with a calm mask. Judging by his expression, I failed miserably.

'Please Dr, allow me to finish.' The timid woman requested. 'Of course.' I granted apologetically, breathing as heavily as Peterson had when he was feeling the effects of smoking. As I listened to the phone call, I grew more livid with each passing word. By the end of the conversation, I was absolutely seething.

Jasper, my Jasper it seems, had been bullying a human child! What in God's name could have possessed the boy to act this way? Had I heard the women right when she explained to me that Jasper had actually fractured the child's hand?! For God's sake! So much for remaining inconspicuous, my son's actions had just resulted in me being called into the principal office like some naughty little boy caught stealing cookies!

'Ok, Carlisle, breathe.' I mentally chanted over and over again. 'There must have been some sort of motivation, some sort of back story, behind Jasper's appalling behavior. You must hear him out before you jump to any anger ridden conclusions!'

I kept telling myself this but the fact of the matter is, I do not and have not, EVER, tolerated my children acting out in school. They are all perfectly aware of this... Especially after what I had to do to Emmett to assist in reining him in. I had hoped that I would never have to be that harsh with any of my children again. I had even made my brood of eternal teenagers swear to me that they would never draw attention to themselves in such a childish manner. It was as embarrassing as it was disappointing. It seems that my little solider boy had decided to test me.

I turned around, still in a black anger, all attempts at calming my physical appearance gone. I saw as Peterson paled and began sweating as he saw my rage filled features, but for once, I didn't care about what the human's were thinking. I marched right past him, ignoring it when he stumbled over the tree roots in his haste to get away from me. I made my way back through the winding trees, retracing my path from earlier. I did not even notice the soothing light this time; I was much to angry.

I marched up the paved front slabs of the hospital and stalked through the front doors, entering the main office. I located the little black employee tracking book and signed out for the rest of the day in a rushed scrawl, mentally preparing myself to go and confront my soon-to-be very sorry little soldier boy.

Jasper had better pray to God that when I get my hands on him I can fully sympathize with the expected reasoning behind his dreadful actions, if not... Well let's just say I'll make him regret the moment he even considered to defy my rules. I ignored all my co-workers as they attempted to make small talk; now was really not the time. I exited the building and walked with a new found purpose across the tarmac. I would hear my child out, that much I could do to help him, but if I didn't like or agree with what I was hearing... I shook my head as I slid into my sleek black Mercedes, setting off on the short journey to my children's high school.

I caught a sudden picture in my mind of the first time I met Jasper. I had noted how dangerous he had seemed and I had been cautious as I had wondered how much chaos he was capable of creating, especially when you factored in his ability to manipulate emotions.

Of course, I soon realised that there was no need for my caution because Jazz never caused me nor Esme any trouble, not like my big bear son took pride in himself for. Until very recently that was. My voice rang out and loud in the eerily quiet car:

'Brace yourself, Jasper Hale Cullen, because you and I are in for one very bumpy ride.'

JPOV

I felt as though I was in heaven, and after the stress of today, that is exactly where my brain deserved to be. My mind was set in a blissful relaxation as I watched Alice snuggling up against me, our naked bodies fitting together like two matching jigsaw pieces. Her spiky head was positioned in the crook under my neck and I rested my chin on it, just reveling in her scent and close proximity.

Even after all these years I still could not believe my good fortune. I was the luckiest man alive... figuratively speaking of course. Alice truly was irreplaceable; she had saved me from my unforgivable past and had found the determination to try and help change me back from the war-torn soldier I was, to the innocent boy I had been.

She had known exactly how to best approach, speak to and joke with me, all out of pure instinct. She had known that at first, I would need space and she had selflessly respected that need. She knew when I was feeling ready for more intimate contact and she had known when I was ready to share the horrific factors that piggybacked with my past. She has always been able to read me like an open book.

A more recent example would have been a few hours ago. She had known exactly what I would have needed after today's events had unfolded and she had certainly not hesitated in giving it to me, quite the opposite actually. Alice's tinkling voice interrupted my awed thoughts. 'Would you like to come shopping with me later? I have seen a few shirts that would look so adorable on you!'

I vehemently denied her fond question. 'No! Why don't you ask Rosalie to go with you? Or better yet, Emmett!' I grinned as that image flooded every corner of my mind. Alice, however did not. Instead, she stood up and danced away from my hold in an affronted manner, making her way towards her carefully discarded clothes pile.

'Sorry sweetie!' I said hurriedly, wanting nothing more than to have her back in my arms; it felt strangely incomplete without her. Alice gave me a sly smile and began to replace the clothing over her mouth watering body. I lay back with a slight huff, once again giving in to my wife. 'Fine' I moaned, 'I'll go shopping with you!' I watched with resignation as Alice's face lit up in happiness. She skipped back over to me and we engaged each other in a passionate kiss for several minutes, our tongues relentlessly fighting for dominance in a smooth dance, each of us unconsciously emitting a constant purr of longing.

When Alice had once again pulled away to continue getting dressed, I felt as though nothing could dampen my spirits, not even the dreaded upcoming meeting with Carlisle in the principals office.

The peaceful noises of the woodland creatures floated into my ears and I let out a satisfied sigh as I relaxed into the thick moss, content to just lie here and watch the little creatures go about their meager activities. On the subject of little creatures, my sweet Alice kept throwing cute little glances in my direction, only to look away again as soon as she saw my easy smile.

After a few rounds of this I finally spoke up: 'Alice, baby, is something the matter?' She just shook her head, her fluffy hair waving at me from all directions. Oh, how I loved my tiny wife! 'Nothing's wrong Jazzy, I just have a strange feeling...' She trailed off with another shake of her head, sending waves of worry cascading over me.

I stood up impossibly fast and pulled her to my bare chest, reminiscing in her warmth. 'Do not worry so, my little darling.' I whispered seductively.

Alice giggled, obviously not in the mood anymore. Darn. She pulled away from me and skipped over to my pile of carelessly discarded clothing. 'Here!' she laughed, before throwing my Spiderman boxer shorts and muddy pants at me.

I caught them easily and swiftly slipped them on over the lower half of my marble body. 'Done.' I murmured when I had finished buckling up the belt that was attached to the loops of my jeans. I swooped down in a somewhat pathetic attempt to kiss her again.

I allowed my face to fall into a mock devastated expression as she gracefully leaped away from me. 'Alice...' I whined pitifully, making sure that I looked as pathetic as possible. 'Oh, alright!' She sang with exaggerated exasperation.

She placed her manicured hands on my shoulders to steady herself and leaned up on the tips of her toes to quickly peck me on the cheek. Well... It was better than nothing.

'You're a right minx!' I laughed, pulling my crumpled T-shirt on over my head. She stuck her sharp little tongue out and waggled it at me. I bathed in her happy emotions, noticing almost instantly when they became alert and serious.

To an empath such as myself, all emotions have a different flavor. No two feelings are the same in any given person and everyone has a completely different set of emotions, each with their own distinct feel to them. That meant that all emotions were unique and it's was the job of the empath to interpret them correctly. With over seven billion people on the planet, each equipped with numerous emotions, this was a tedious task.

Thankfully, I was so used to Alice's set of emotions that I could interpret them as easily as I could my own, sometimes even better. I could tell by the specific 'flavor' of her current feelings that my mate had been pulled into another vision. I waited patiently for her to come back to me, wondering how long it would be. After a few minutes I began to get worried. 'What could she be witnessing?' I pondered anxiously.

Another few minutes passed and I found that I was pacing back and forth in front on my wife, resisting the impulse to snap my long fingers in her blank face.

Alice blinked with a sharp gasp. I looked at her through studious eyes and noted that she looked paler than before. Her eyes were wide with some hidden emotion that she was deliberately keeping from me and her mouth was set in a delicate 'o' shape. 'Alice?' I asked tentatively, worried about what she could have seen that had brought out this reaction.

The sound of my voice seemed to stir something from deep inside her. Alice's face took on a look of pure horror and such fierce rage that I found myself wanting to take a quick step back. As it was, I just closed the distance between us until our bodies were almost pressed against one another. 'Alice?' I asked again, with more urgent confidence this time.

She looked at me with realization, as though only fully noticing that I was there. Her hand moved forward and snaked itself around my wrist, locking in a inescapable vice grip. I opened my mouth to speak again, only to stop and snap it shut as my little wife suddenly took of towards the school with everything she had, effectively dragging me behind her.

After I had received the foul sensation of soil residing in my mouth, I had spat out the offending muck and scrambled onto my feet, clumsily trying to keep up with my furious little spitfire. 'Alice!' I shouted over the whirl of the wind. 'Talk to me baby. What did you see?!'

Alice's black hair was pressed against her baby-sized head as we ran and she met my eyes with a frantic, slightly sympathetic, look. The powerful wind resistance shoved against us and distorted her reply but with my hearing, I still heard her quite easily. 'It's that ass whole, Gavin!' she screamed in a rush. I growled in a fury as the memories of the past day hit me with full force.

'What could he have done now? Had he targeted one of my younger siblings?' I thought furiously. I knew for a fact that the others wouldn't care about his insistent teasing's as much as I did, but it still angered me to think of some human deliberately trying to upset them. I would destroy anyone who dared to try.

Alice increased the pressure over her hold on my wrist and I met her gaze again. 'He hasn't done anything to them.' She assured me. I let out a sigh of relief, my brotherly panic over. I looked at my wife in a questioning manner and she immediately responded with a hurried continuation of her explanation. 'Gavin complained to the school that you were bullying him.'

I hissed in sudden furious outrage but allowed my wife to continue. 'As a result, the school phoned Carlisle and called him in for an earlier meeting... which takes place in three minutes!' Sudden fear gripped me as though a cold hand was pressing down on my chest. 'Is that what you saw?' I questioned.

Alice shook her head, nervously biting her lip. The silence had felt like a wet blanket had just been placed on top of us. 'Alice!' I demanded when I couldn't handle it any longer. 'Please explain to me!' Her eyes locked on mine and I felt her surprising lack of emotion. Her face was void of all feeling as she replied in a dead tone: 'No.' She stated. 'I saw the consequences of what would happen if we didn't get there on time.' Sneaking a quick glimpse at my watch, I was devastated to discover that we were already too late.

A/n:

There will be much more action in the next chapter before we start to really explore my original story plan.

Please review and tell me what you all think of my story so far. I am new at writing FanFiction and it would be an epic help! Is there any specifc factor that you'd like me to add or any variable you'd like me to change? Can you understand my style of writing? Am I using too much description? If you don't tell me I can't fix it!