I don't own Twilight.

THIS NOT A CONTINUATION!

This is a one shot set in the same world, a friend of mine gave me the idea to do several of the character's stories so that people understand the title better. So, there will in fact be several more one shots added to this. When and who remain a mystery to even me.

Doctor Carlisle Cullen sat at a table in the back of Swan's Saloon, owned by Sheriff Charlie Swan, in the small town of Forks Washington. He knew a saloon was not the place for a proper English gentlemen let alone a highly respected doctor. But Carlisle couldn't bring himself to care anymore. He'd already lost everything he had nothing left to lose.

The small town of Forks had rumors of his wife dying in child birth but that was as far from the truth as one could get. In fact, he never got the chance to make Esme his wife he'd lost her before he could. She wasn't dead just married to another man, he'd left England, his home, because he couldn't face seeing her with her husband. He didn't know how the rumors had started he'd never even told anyone about his life in England.

With a sigh, he flagged down Kate a salon girl who he knew wouldn't flirt with him like the others did. She brought him a new glass filled to brim courtesy of Edward Masen, the bartender and the closest thing he had to a friend in this town. Edward had very recently married the Sheriff and saloon owner's daughter Isabella, who with was with child and word around town was she was carrying his child before they'd tied the knot. Carlisle hadn't asked Edward but he'd seen the pair kissing behind the saloon more than once over the last year.

At the table next to him sat Jasper, an ex-confederate soldier, Emmet, a runaway, James, who had the saloon girl Victoria on his lap, and Laurent a Frenchmen that no one knew much about. Carlisle however did know that he hadn't come here looking for gold, he'd over heard a conversation Laurent had had with the native Quileute Jacob Black. Laurent had been asking about the saloon girl Irina, who had come here from New York. Carlisle wasn't sure why Laurent was asking about her but then he didn't really care.

The men at the table laughed at something while Victoria slipped her hand into James's pants. Carlisle looked away from the encounter toward the bar where Edward stood filling drink orders. He downed his drink before standing and heading out of the saloon to his horse. He rode the short trip to his cabin just outside of town.

He took the horse to the stables before gathering wood from the pile just outside the front door. He set down the wood next to the fire place turning to light the two lamps that hung on posts on both sides of the small one room cabin. He then built a fire and settled down at the small kitchen table where the letter he'd received several days ago from London England lay. It's return address wasn't one he recognized but the hand writing was. It was from Esme. Slowly he opened the letter holding his breathe he read it to himself.

My dearest love,

In truth I don't know where to start. An apology just doesn't seem like enough, maybe there is not truly anyway to make this up to you. Please know I was unaware of the arrangement my father had made with Mr. Everson, the man is a monster. This is the reason I am leaving London I know I do not have any reason to ask and I will understand if you do not show but can you meet me in the Seattle train station? I know you most likely do not wish to see me, but I cannot marry this monster. I am aware this letter is short but I am writing it while I await the ship to take me to America. I will write again when I have my train ticket.

Your Esme.

Carlisle sat staring at the letter it had been two day since he'd received it. As reluctant as he'd been to read it he was glad he did. He couldn't wait to hear from her again when she reaches the New York harbor. His heart soared, she hadn't married that bastard Everson. He laid the letter down and went to the small cot he slept on, his mind focusing only on the fact he'd get to see the woman he loved again.

It was exactly three weeks later week he received a second letter from her. He rushed from his small office in town straight home hoping no one interceded him before he could get there. Luck was on his side when reached his cabin. He climbed off his horse tying her to a post and running inside. He tore open the letter eagerly, he unfolded it reading it as fast as he could.

My dearest Carlisle,

I have at last reached New York. I am now preparing to bored a train into what around here is called the west. I cannot wait to see you again. In a few short days we will be together again. I do not know if you still feel the same but I can assure you my heart still belongs to you. I am told it is a five-day journey to the Washington territory so I will see you then my love.

Your Esme.

The letter was marked four days ago, that meant if he was going to meet her he'd have to leave tonight. He left his cabin rushing back to town, he rented a carriage from James and asked Edward, who had dropped out of medical school before coming to Forks, to act in his stead while he was out of town. He left then in a rush not looking back.

He reached Seattle just after midnight, having pushed the team of horses to their limit. He went straight to the train station to wait. The sun rose and noon followed shortly after, every train that stopped people got off but none of them were her. By four he'd given up and was leaving the station berating himself for having hope to begin with.

Just as he stepped off the platform a train was pulling in, he stood there debating whether to wait and see if she got off. Soon people begin to file off the locomotive but Carlisle lost in thought didn't see their faces. If she happened to past him he wouldn't have known it.

A hand touched his shoulder followed by the most beautiful voice in the world. "Carlisle?"

He turned to face her, "Esme?"

She smiled at him, "I have missed you." She whispered.

"And I you," he said pulling her into his arms kissing her.

Carlisle didn't know where this would lead them but if was with her then it didn't matter, they'd face whatever life threw at them together.