I wrote this a little while ago just for fun, never inteded to put it up.
If I had my way, Bella would end up with Carlisle because I think he's a better and safer choice for her than Edward.
I'm partway through Chapter 2, but it might not be up for a few days until I get it just right.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of stephenie meyer's stuff
Love, life, meaning. Over.
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even for me.
I woke up on time every day. I went to school, did my homework. In between I ate and slept and showered, all in a dreamlike state. Except that this was more of a nightmare. I would wake up every night screaming into my pillow, remembering him. The first few times Charlie came in to see what was wrong, but eventually he learned to pretend not to hear, knowing there was nothing he could do. The nightmare seemed to last forever. It was a dangerous path I had to walk; I wouldn't allow myself to forget, but I also couldn't bear to think about him without feeling as though my chest was being ripped in two. I distanced myself from my friends at school, and eventually they stopped calling. Even Charlie noticed how lifeless I seemed.
And then, everything changed one day, a few months after he had gone. I was trudging through sleet on my way home (the truck had finally broken down, and I wasn't on speaking terms with Jake). I froze when I saw the sleek black Mercedes parked on the front drive in front of our house. My heart sped up; I was the furthest thing from an autophile, yet I could tell you almost anything about that particular car. The windows were tinted so dark that from inside, it looked like twilight even at noon on the brightest day. The interior was black leather, and the speedometer went much higher than could ever (legally) be used. No one in Forks drove a car like this, and yet….
My legs took on a life of their own as I half sprinted to the door and fumbled with my key in the lock. The door banged against the wall as I dashed into the living room, chanting the words, It can't be him, he can't be here in my eyes scanned the room and locked on the perfect god sitting on the couch. His golden hair gleamed, and he was more breathtakingly beautiful than I remembered. He wasn't the person I had dared to hope would be here, but I was in shock none the less. He smiled, flashing perfect white teeth, and stood to greet me. Which is when I broke down completely and flung myself into his arms. I'd forgotten how hard they were; it was like running into a cement wall. "Carlisle I c-c-can't believe you're h-here!" I sobbed into his shoulder.
"Bella? Are you alright?" There was a strange mingling of relief and confusion in his perfect voice. His arms wrapped around me comfortingly.
"I'm s-sorry," I sniffed. "I'm just so happy to see you!" His scent overwhelmed me-- not floral or spice, citrus or musk; it wasn't like anything else. My memory certainly hadn't done it justice. I tried to remember if he had smelled the same, and promptly broke into fresh sobs. Carlisle pulled me to the couch and sat me in his lap.
"It's okay, Bella, everything's fine," he murmured, giving me a chance to calm down. "By the way, would you care to explain to me how you're alive?" His voice was full of curiosity, but he didn't sound angry.
That brought me up short and stopped the sobs. I realized at once why he was here. I swallowed loudly. "Alice saw me fall."
"No," he disagreed. "She saw you jump." I pursed my lips as I tried to think of an explanation that wouldn't make me sound completely crazy. I looked up and saw his piercing onyx eyes watching me. He was thirsty, but centuries of practice enabled him to be perfectly composed. That was when I realized the awkward position I was currently in… seated on his lap. I blushed three different shades of red and scooted quickly beside him. He too looked away, embarrassed, and cleared his throat. "Am I to believe that you were trying to end your life then Bella?" he asked. I shook my head quickly and decided the truth would be best.
"I saw Jacob and some of his friends cliff diving and I, um, thought it would be fun to try," I finished lamely. I could tell he didn't buy it.
"And did the fact that it was nearly a hurricane outside never enter your mind?" He was definitely angry now. I dared a glance at his face, which looked pained, not angry. He held my gaze. "Do you know how worried I was Bella?" he whispered. I was, to say the least, surprised. I knew he cared about me, but the way he specifically said he was worried, not they as in the family, threw me.
"Why should you be worried?" I wondered aloud. I could tell by his face that he thought he had revealed too much, but he composed himself quickly.
"We are your family, Bella," he said simply. "Would you mind telling me how exactly you escaped alive? The most I hoped for by coming here was to perhaps comfort Charlie somehow, and then you show up." He shook his head in confusion.
"My friend, Jacob Black, saved me. He is…stronger than the average person," I said, uncertain whether I should keep his secret. Carlisle's expression cleared.
"Ahh, I see," he murmured. "Jacob is one of the werewolves I presume?" For the third time that day, I was shocked. I gaped at him and he chuckled. The sound caused pain to rip through my torso; it sounded so much like him. I curled my arms protectively around my chest.
"How did you know?" I asked, and then yawned hugely. Near death experiences took a lot out of me.
"I was the one who helped write the treaty over a century ago," he explained, and then noticed how I was nearly asleep. "Time for you to rest. I daresay you've had a long day," he said, and was off the couch and lying me down with inhuman speed. He covered me with an afghan. I began to panic. I struggled to sit up and grabbed his sleeve. "Don't go Carlisle," I begged. "Please don't leave me." His eyes were soft.
"Don't worry, Isabella. I'm not going anywhere as long as you need me," he assured me.
"Will you stay here?" I begged. "Please? I'm sure Charlie wouldn't mind. For just a little while?" My voice broke.
"If you would like. I will have to hunt now, but I promise not to be gone more than an hour," he said.
"Thanks Carlisle," I mumbled and closed my eyes. I heard him sigh.
"He should never have left you," he murmured. I felt his sweet breath on my face and his lips pressed gently to my forehead.