Falling had always brought her to him.

The first time she fell, she was sixteen. She knew, admittedly, that a girl climbing a tree at sixteen was unsuited to the society in which she lived. But unsuited she was, and so she climbed, higher and higher, until her left foot slipped. And she fell all the way to the ground. She remembered a distinct feeling of pain, and blacked out.

The first things she saw when she woke were his eyes. Warm, golden, and filled with worry. As she became more aware, she could feel her mother's hand holding hers, and the distant chatter of nurses as they checked her for other injuries. "Who are you?" she asked.

Falling had always brought her to him.

The second and last time she fell, she was twenty-six. Her husband was abusive, her parents uncaring, and her baby, dead. And so she jumped off a cliff, and fell, yet again, all the way to the ground. She remembered a distinct feeling of pain, greater than before, and blacked out.

The first things she saw when she woke were his eyes, still warm and golden, and filled with that same worry from all those years ago. Something in her gave her a sense of déjà vu, told her that she had been here before, seen this before. She remembered him. And so the first word she uttered in her new life, fittingly, was his name, "Carlisle?"

Falling had always brought her to him.

For Esme, falling was fate.

Thanks for reading! This was originally a one-shot, but then I realized this would make a nice introduction to a series of random Carlisle/Esme one-shots. Reviews always make my day.

Emily

Also, as a blanket disclaimer, I do not own Twilight or any of its characters etc.