This will be a Bella/Carlisle story. Bear in mind that this is a practicing story. I have some other great ideas, some of which I've started to plan and one which I've started to write, but now I'm so in love with them that I don't want any of them to be my guinea pig. So, then this idea came along one day, and here it is.
I couldn't think of a suitable title for the story, but I will change as soon as I come up with a better one. Please feel free to give ideas.
It diverts from canon in chapter 3 of Twilight, when Bella and Carlisle meets for the first time. I begin at page 52 in my copy of Twilight. But, I tried to use the book and copy as little as possible, 'cause I think it's really annoying to read straight from the book in a fanfiction, and even more so to try to write in myself. The book just won't stay open by itself.
This first chapter is unfortunately alike the corresponding pages in the book, though I hint at some big AU things.
Edward was standing at the foot of my bed, smirking. I glared at him. It wasn't easy – it would be more natural to ogle him. Blasted good genes.
"Hey, Edward, I'm really sorry – " Tyler began.
Edward lifted a hand to stop him.
"No blood, no foul" he said, flashing his brilliant teeth. He moved to sit on Tyler's bed, facing me. He smirked again.
"So, what's the verdict?" he asked me.
"There's nothing wrong with me at all, but they won't let me go," I complained. "How come you aren't strapped to a gurney like the rest of us?"
"It's all about who you know," he answered. "But don't worry, I came to spring you."
"Right, my knight in shining armor," I muttered. Edward must have heard me, because he chuckled darkly.
"You do fit the bill as the damsel in distress rather well, but I don't think that Tyler is very impressive as the dragon." I glanced over at Tyler, but he seemed to be somewhere far away. Wonder if there are dragons there?
Edward's strange change of behavior was more interesting to mull over, but my wonderment over him and his joking was quickly replaced by awe when a doctor entered the room. The hospital was a modern and hygienic one, so there were no flies flying about looking for a nice place to rest their wings, so my wide open mouth was safe for now. But I just might need to have this dreamy doctor look at my jaw - his face close by, inspecting my jaw with smoldering eyes and tender hands, pulling closer to kiss it better – because it must have hit the floor.
I was too busy to look at him to remember any of the movie stars or characters I've ever crushed on, but I am sure that he looks much better than any of them.
"So, Miss Swan, how are you feeling?" he asked, and his voice was like milk and honey. That's actually a pretty accurate description for his looks, too. Anyway, it was nice and… nice. I've always liked milk.
"I'm fine," I said, removing my gaze from him and landing it in Edward instead. He was just as pale. For once I wasn't the palest person in a room, and Tyler stood out a lot more than I ever did in Phoenix.
That's when I connected the dots. I could have hit myself, but I'd just give myself a concussion. The doctor was Dr. Cullen, Edward's father. I glanced at his name tag. It was confirmed. Edward's father was a DILF. Good genes indeed. Actually, they're awesome genes.
The DILF walked to the lightboard on the wall over my head, and turned it on.
"Your X-rays look good. Does your head hurt?" the DILF asked. Dad I want to fuck. I wouldn't usually say, or rather think, words like fuck. I blame it all on Jane Austen. She started a chain of events, which cumulated in that my libido was awakened. And it seems being dormant has strengthened the horny little monster, because it came back with a vengeance.
"I'm fine," I repeated with a sigh. Best not to think of it. I threw a quick scowl at Edward. It was just like the thing with Draco and Lucuis Malfoy. Tom Felton is uugley, like Amanda Bynes says in She's the Man, but Jason Isaacsis yummy. Now, while Edward certainly isn't ugly, he doesn't stand a chance against Dr. Cullen. Not so strange that my girlfriends never existed? There is a reason that Renee says that I was born thirty 'which is NOT middle-age' she says.
And then his fingers probed along my skull, and it felt good. I bit my lip hard and tried to focus on the pain there instead.
"Tender?" he asked when I winced.
"Not really." I was just trying to control that horny monster.
Edward chuckled. I looked at him from the corner of my eye. The brat wore a patronizing smile, so I decided to ignore him.
Dr. Cullen stepped away. "Well, your father is in the waiting room – you can go home with him now. I want you to come back if you feel dizzy or have any problem at all with your eyesight, please."
"Can't I go back to school?"
"I would want you to take it easy today, so no, you may not."
"Does he get to go to school?" I wondered, keeping my eyes on the doctor. Edward was available to ogle at school, I didn't plan to come back to the hospital too soon and Dr. Cullen is better ogle material either way. Carpe diem and ogle away – discretely.
Or, I could just land myself in the ER frequently. But that would need some planning, since I'm actually not that clumsy that I just fall down a staircase and through a window without any sort of outside provocation.
"Someone has got to spread the good news that we survived," Edward said smugly.
"Actually, most of the school seems to be in the waiting room," Dr. Cullen corrected him.
"Oh, no," I moaned, covering my blush with my hands. Dr. Cullen –screw that! Well, yes, please! – Doc raised his eyebrows.
"Do you want to stay?"
Yes, please! As I said - carpe diem. Catching more ogle time would indeed be a fine thing.
Aren't I supposed to have an inner battle here? Lust versus moral. Lets try.
'I shouldn't look at him.'
'Do I have to see him to rip his clothes off? No.'
'No no no, be a good girl. I am!'
'Really? Isn't he supposed to be married?'
'I'm just looking, not touching.'
Shit! Isn't he supposed to be married? Well, crap.
"No, no, no, I'll go!" I exclaimed and hopped off the bed. I swayed on my feet and felt my head pounding away, so I leant against the bed and closed my eyes for a second.
"Are you alright?" Doc questioned calmly. I looked up and he was standing opposite me, hands out and ready to catch me.
I took a deep breath in and out. "I'm fine," I said and blushed.
"Take a Tylenol for the pain," he suggested.
"It doesn't hurt that bad," I said and looked around. Edward stood still to the side. He looked annoyed. Good for him I thought and blushed.
Doc drew my attention back to him. "It sounds as you were extremely fortunate."
"Luckily Edward just happened to stand right next to me."
"Oh, yes," he agreed weakly, but smiled.
He picked up the papers and riffled through them, looked up, nodded to us both, walked to the next bed and started checking Tyler's cuts.
I studied the back of Doc's head, noted that it was really blond and not fake-looking, and walked over to Edward. I might as well try to get something out of him now.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I hissed under my breath. Edward tensed and stepped back.
"Your father is waiting for you," he said through his teeth.
"I'd like to speak to you alone, if you don't mind," and even if he did mind.
He glared some more, turned around and walked away from me. I blushingly ran after him, almost running into him when he turned a corner and stopped. He tensed and stepped aside.
"What do you want?"
"I don't owe you anything."
"You didn't owe me anything, but then you promised me to explain, so yes, you do owe me something."
"You hit your head, you don't know what you are talking about," he said with something akin to condescension in his voice. It was a poor choice of persuasion method. That method might have worked if I was ten years younger than him. The blush, which had stayed low for the most, flared with my temper.
"Do you mean that something is wrong with my head? Maybe you're better equipped to tell that than your father? Why wouldn't I remember the reason behind the promise, if I remember the promise itself?"
He sighed. "What do you want from me, Bella?"
"For what? What do you think happened?" he snapped.
"You were standing by your car when Tyler's van came toward me. You were suddenly there, pushing away the van. It came back, bit you held it up so it wouldn't crush my legs, then you swung me away and you let the van down. You didn't hurt yourself and you left dents from your hands on the van," I stated.
"That's what you think happened?" he asked incredulously after a short pause, like if he was too surprised to respond at first.
"No," I said. "That's what I know happened. I can differ between belief and knowledge."
He both glared and smiled at me. Maybe he was the one with some brain problem, or he was good at multi-tasking. Multi-thinking. Multi-feeling.
"Nobody is going to believe that, you know."
I actually didn't know that, but I did believe that the chances were slim that the one I, hypothetically, decided to tell would believe in the supernatural and my observations of Edward.
"I'm not going to tell anyone."
He looked truly surprised this time. "Then why does it matter?"
"It matters to me. I want to know."
"Why?" he almost whined.
"I don't like to lie, so I want to know why," I lied. I just didn't like when people kept things from me. It never ended well if they did, like when Renée for months didn't tell me she dated a guy. It ended in me being mortified and disappointed and whole lot of other consequences.
"Can't you just thank me for saving your life and letting it go?"
"No, but thank you, Edward, for saving me from the van" I said and waited. I was not letting it go, especially when he had just kind of confessed.
He seemed oddly pleased, but at the same time anxious. "You're not going to let this go, are you?"
"No." Like I said.
"In that case… I hope you enjoy disappointment," he said and ran away, for the second time in ten minutes. Charming.
I did not enjoy disappointment at all, so I decided to find my explanation in other ways.
1. Tom Felton and Jason Isaacs plays Draco and Lucius Malfoy, respectively, in the Harry Potter Movies. Father and son.
2. 'Carpe diem' = 'catch the day'.
Bella/Carlisle fanfiction recommendation:
Take This Heart by BookwormBaby2580. It's in progress, but it's regularly and often updated. It is amazing and brings forth some wonderful characteristics in Jasper, and some not so wonderful ones in some other persons.