Note; Minor changes are that Sam and Leah didn't date that long but what he pulled still fucked her up. Bella and Leah have had a relationship for a few years by the time the first book starts. Leah isn't going to phase, so if you don't like that - this isn't the story for you.

Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Bella had convinced her that nothing would happen at the baseball game. It had taken her girlfriend awhile, but Leah had finally given in despite all of her instincts screaming at her not to.

At the time, Leah had assumed it was just the residual uncertainty from Sam completely betraying her that was clouding her judgement. That she was grasping at straws in an attempt to come up with reasons why she shouldn't be around them.

For that reason, she'd given in. She didn't want to be that type of girlfriend. She didn't want to stop Bella from spending time with her friends.

Especially not when the girl already had such a hard time connecting with people already.

But enough was enough. A baseball game obviously didn't last this damn long. If one did, it'd be a hell of an unbeatable record that these fools had set.

The most damnable thing was that not even Charlie knew where his daughter was.

They weren't close but Bella at least tried to connect with him and keep him in the know. Which wasn't always easy considering how Charlie could be at times, but all the same.

She had dropped by to cook dinner for the man despite how on edge she was. The least she could do for him was this and though it didn't always soothe her, sometimes it kept her grounded when she wanted to break.

Leah reached over and turned off the stove, placing a good amount of the pasta on his plate. She doled out a little more of the sauce and carried into the living room. She shoved it into his extended hand.

"I made enough that you should have enough for seconds and left overs tomorrow." She informed somewhat brusquely.

Charlie nodded, his brows furrowing slightly as if he was mulling over something particularly troubling in his mind. She waited with what little patience she still had.

"I, uh, just wanted to thank you for this. You've done a lot for me lately and you shouldn't have to.." He trailed off, clearly unsure how to proceed from there.

"Don't worry about it. I doubt Bella would want you to starve. I really got to go." She brushed it off and continued on her way.

"Try and take care of yourself too, Leah." Charlie rushed out before she could shut the door behind her.

It was a little stilted and uncomfortable, but genuine nevertheless. It filled her with the slightest bit of warmth but she was determined to ignore that for now.

Leah needed all her focus if she was going to confront Bells' friends. She sensed that it would rather draining, especially in her current state.

Finding out about Bella would be worth it, though. Even if it was only find out something utterly heartbreaking.

Something that involved her running off with someone else. She trusted Bella. She trusted Bella more than she had managed to trust anyone after Sam. But she knew it wouldn't be tragic news.

If Bella had died in some accident, they were legally obligated to report it and so they'd already know.

Charlie would've found out first, but he would've informed her. No matter how hard it would've been for him. He wasn't so cruel as to believe that she didn't have the right to know something like that. Besides, he seemed to like her well enough.

The real question was where she was planning on going. The highschool and the hospital were both incredibly feasible options. The only ones, really, as she didn't know for sure where they lived.

Half an hour later, Leah pulled into the hospital parking lot. She'd decided against the highschool.

She didn't need to be ganged up on by Bella's little friends and Carlisle was almost notorious for being compassionate.

She waited there for as long as she had to, ignoring the odd looks she recieved from the people coming and going. It wasn't any of their business.

Besides, she unfortunately didn't know what Carlisle's schedule was like and she wasn't about to ask. She refused to take resources from people that needed them.

It was almost dark by the time he came out. Oddly enough, the blonde didn't look remotely tired. In fact, he looked incredibly put together.

In more ways than one really. The rumors about him not looking his age were very much true. Not that it mattered, it was simply an observation of sorts.

Carlisle didn't notice her, eyes trained on the ground in front of him as he walked.

Leah took the opportunity to hop off her motorcycle. She rushed over to him, clearing her throat.

"Dr Cullen? I need to speak to you." Leah broke the silence, her arms crossed over her chest.

Carlisle didn't even jump. He simply looked up, offering her an almost too forced smile. He seemed almost uncomfortable but she blamed that on his work. He was probably more exhausted than he looked.

It almost made her feel bad. The keyword there being almost. If the circumstances were different, she'd apologize and take her leave. But they weren't different.

"Oh? What can I do for you, miss?" He asked, one of his perfect brows arching just the slightest bit.

Leah couldn't tell if he was playing dumb or if he really had no clue as to who she was. It could be either one, which was understandable.

Bella was never the type to bring up relationships and romance on her own, after all. Especially not to a third, unrelated party. She'd always been a private one.

"It's about my girlfriend, Bella. She was with you and your family last. So where the hell is she now?" Leah demanded, almost able to picture the reproachful look she'd be getting from her girlfriend.

It just made it hurt worse. She'd give anything to be lectured by her right about now. Even if she was never one to enjoy it before, it would almost feel like a birthday present at this point.

Carlisle suddenly looked tortured and he regretful all at once. It was terrifying.

The longer the older man looked at her like that, the more her heart raced. The more her heart raced, the tighter her chest became. The tighter her chest became, the harder it was to breathe.

"I'm sorry, Leah. I wish I could tell you, but I don't know." Carlisle murmured.

But she couldn't understand him. It sounded as if he was under water or a million miles away from her.

Carlisle seemed to be speaking but she couldn't focus no matter how she tried.

This wasn't the way this confrontation was supposed to end. It just wasn't.

Leah wasn't sure she could handle this. The possibility that Bella was well and truly gone.