The Twilight Saga

"Good friends are like stars: you don't always see them, but they're always there" I feel Carlisle and Esme don't get enough attention, but through the whole Twilight saga they've always been there, offering love and support and taking risks for Edward and Bella. They deserve a little recognition, so this is what this story offers...hope you like it! Disclaimer: all this belongs to the brilliant Stephanie Meyer, i just do my best to interpret thoughts and emotions and fill in the gaps


Chapter One: The New Girl

Carlisle: It was a quiet day at the hospital. A broken wrist, an ankle sprain…nothing much out of the ordinary. That is, until Edward called in.

“Edward?” I wondered aloud; Edward hardly ever called me at work, let alone came into the building, and never in the middle of the school day. Unless…oh, no. I pulled him into my office.

“I have to go, Carlisle,” Edward started. “I have to go now.”

“What’s happened?” I asked, trying not to let the worry show up in my voice. We had been so careful, for so long…Edward had never slipped up: not while he was staying with me.

"Nothing. Yet,” he said, glancing around anxiously. “But it will, if I stay.” Oh, Edward. I knew you were strong enough…Scolding myself for my doubt, I reached for his arm, still unsure of what to say. He cringed away from my hand, and I let it drop. Though Edward and I shared no physical traits other than those our condition and diet allowed, I had begun to draw various similarities between us. Particularly, we shared guilty consciences: we could not accept forgiveness when we were not ready to forgive ourselves. But he hadn’t done anything, so what was to forgive?

“I don’t understand,” I said. Please, Edward…stay. He drew a deep breath and looked at me with wild, almost panicked eyes.

“Have you ever…has there ever been a time…” he experimented with the words on his tongue, but they were coming out wrong. “Has any one person ever smelled better to you than the rest of them? Much better?”

“Oh,” was all I could say. I recalled Esme all those years ago, lying so still; so fragile. Her scent was so sweet and so strong that it nearly killed me to let her live. I shiver ran down my spine when I remembered what I had done to her…how she shuddered and convulsed under me as my venom coursed through her. How she moaned in pain, how she tried with dying limbs to push me away. My dear Esme, too weak to even scream as I allowed the thirst to drive me to bite again. In an early 20th century cottage bedroom, the sweetest blood in the world ran down my throat, and standing in my doctors’ office nearly a century later, I tasted it again. His face fell with shame.

I reached out for him, wishing to relieve him of his torment, by any means necessary. He recoiled from me again, but I left my hand on his shoulder.

“Do what you must to resist, son,” I hated every word coming out of my mouth, but it had to be done. Even if it meant leaving Esme and I again. Even if it meant I had to be the one to watch her face fall as she realised her son had left again.

“I will miss you,” I told him. “Here, take my car, it’s faster.” I pressed the keys into his hand. This is right. She’ll live now. Everything will be okay. I don’t know whether I was thinking to myself or to Edward as I watched the familiar black car disappear. I remembered the sheer relief on Esme’s as she threw her arms around Edward after his return from years away. His eyes were bright scarlet, lost and angry at the same time, but Esme could still tell him it didn’t matter, that she loved him no matter what. “Promise me you’ll never leave again,” she had practically sobbed. Her words echoed in my head as I sunk into my chair. I remembered in flashes the growing stack of newspapers that recorded Edward’s killings…a collection I had made an effort to hide from Edward. This is different, I told myself. This time he’s leaving to save someone. But how long will it last? No, Carlisle, don’t think like that…he’ll manage, of course he will. He’s leaving, remember? Of course I remembered; how could I forget?

My son was leaving.



Driving home in Edward’s Volvo, I was infinitely glad of my extraordinary senses; with a human’s awareness, I would very likely have crashed. I was at the same time bursting with happiness and pride that my son had been able to resist as I was falling apart with worry for him and Esme the others. When I reached the drive, I stopped so fast the screech rang out. I was inside in less than a second. Esme flew straight into my arms, silent, and I held her against my chest and waited for her to stop shaking.

“He’s leaving again, isn’t he?” Esme asked, finally standing.

“It’s for the best, Esme,” Alice assured her.

“He’ll be back, you’ll see.”

“Her name is Isabella Swan,” Jasper explained, still a little stiff, though not as uncomfortable as he was at school. “She really does smell delicious.” He looked ashamed for having drawn that conclusion, but Alice danced cheerfully over to him.

“Don’t worry, Jazz,” she said. “You wouldn’t have done anything. But I did see-”

"You were wrong,” Rosalie growled. Esme fidgeted, disquieted by the tense atmosphere.

“What did you see, Alice?” I asked politely. Rosalie huffed.

“Bella was one of us. She isn’t yet, but she will be…” Alice said.

“It’s Isabella. She’s human, Alice; she’s not friend material,” Rosalie reminded her sister.

“She said she prefers Bella. And if Edward goes to such lengths to protect her, she must be worthy to be someone’s friend.”

“I wish you wouldn’t make such a big deal out of this,” Rosalie said, scowling. “She’s really quite plain, you know, and far too awkward…she’d make a very clumsy vampire.” Emmett laughed.

“Yeah – she was shaking like a leaf this morning, and have you checked out her truck?”

“Emmett, really-” Esme scolded.

“It shouldn’t matter-” I started simultaneously.

“Vampire or not, she’s going to be my friend,” Alice stated cheerfully.

“I’ll attack before any of you, I always do,” Jasper hung his head.

“She won’t be one of us!” Rosalie cut us all off. “This one isn’t your choice.” She gave me a dark glare, reminding me of every word she’d ever spoken against me and what I had done to her, then turned and stormed out of the house.

“C’mon babe,” Emmett started, chasing her.

“Oh, dear,” Esme whispered, shocked and sympathetic. “I wish she wouldn’t do that. But I think she is right about this Bella girl…perhaps we would be best to leave too.” Behind her words was another meaning: as much as she wanted to protect the innocents here – which she didn’t count herself among, but did include me – she hoped Edward would be able to return to us. I hoped for it too, but I knew we had to stay. None of our decisions would result in the girl being changed unless it was to leave her unprotected.

“He’ll come back, love,” I assured her, kissing her smooth hair as I fought to hold onto Alice’s words; he’ll be back, you’ll see… _________________________________________________________________________

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Discussion ~ Chapter One

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Page 2 ~ Chapters 3, 4(pts 1+2), 5 (pt 1)

Page 3 ~ Chapters 5(pt 2), 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Page 4 ~ Chapters 12, 13, 14, 15, 16

Page 5 ~ Chapters 17(pts 1+2), 18, 19, 20

Page 6 ~ Chapters 21(pts 1+2), 22, 23

Page 7 ~ Chapters 24, 25

Page 8 ~ Chapters 26, 27(pt 1)

Page 9 ~ Chapters 27(pt 2), 28, 29

Page 10 ~ Chapters 30, 31, 32

Page 11 ~ Chapters 33, 34

Page 12 ~ Chapters 35, 36, 37(pt 1)

Page 13 ~ Chapters 37(pt 2), 38

Page 14 ~ Chapters 39, 40

Page 15 ~ Chapters 41(pts 1+2), 42

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Page 18 ~ Chapters 48, 49

Page 19 ~ Chapters 50, 51
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Page 21 ~ OK we have ended up with two chapter 58s. whoops! there's 58, and then 58(pts 1+2)

Page 22 ~ Chapters 59, 60

Page 23 ~ Chapters 61, 62 (pt 1)

Page 24 ~ Chapters 62 (pt 2), 63, 64

Page 25 ~ Chapters 65, 66 (pts 1+2)

Page 26 ~ Chapters 67, 68, 69

Page 27 ~ Chapters 70, 71 (pts 1+2), 72

Page 28 ~ Chapters 73, 74

Page 29 ~ Chapters 75, 76

Page 30 ~ Chapter 77

Page 31 ~ Epilogue


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That's really sweet! I love it! You really do write VERY well!
thankyou so much :) need I say it - Good friends are like stars...
I agree! So are you posting Not So Secret! It's a FANTASTIC story! Oh, and I love this one aswell! But you probably figured that out! =]
they so totally are! you are a great writer I read all of the chapters of not so secret you are AMAZING!! keep writing!
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Yes!!! Keep writing. This is an EXCELLENT story!
OMG that is AWESOME thankyou sooo much!! i'm so happy i'm gonna put up another chapter *embarrassing little dance*
I am soooo surprised at how many ppl like this! and happy. reeeeaaaaaally happy. so here's chapter 2 everybody...enjoy :)
again, i'm only filling in SMs gaps...
also, can anyone tell me how to use italics on this thing??? it's gonna get confusing
Chapter Two: Edward’s Return

It’s been six days since Edward left, and I can’t help but feel a little…emptier than I used to. Esme is dealing with it better this time, but her eyes have a sadness and loss in them that even I cannot heal. I got home from work today to find her staring absently out the back window, watching the light glitter off a hidden corner of the stream that passed behind the house. She heard my bag thud softly on the carpet behind her, but did not turn.
“You’re back early,” she said. It was true; I had asked Dr Snow to cover my shift so I could come back.
“You need me more than they do,” I replied. This was also true: Forks hospital had a multitude of doctors who, though not having had three hundred years experience, were by no means lacking in determination or skill to help their patients. Esme, however, was alone a lot. She honestly didn’t mind, she liked the silence and the peace, but if she was feeling as empty as I was – and she was likely faring worse – she was more than alone. Esme did not object as I put my arms around her waist.
“I miss him,” she sighed. “I wish he would come back.” I shut my eyes as I breathed her soothing scent and kissed her hair.
“Have faith, love. He’ll return.”
“But when? When we move? When the girl dies? I want my son back, Carlisle…” She turned in my arms and I gently kissed her. She responded surprisingly strongly, and I was glad to see some spirit in her after the somewhat numbing effects of Edward’s sudden departure. I strengthened my kiss too, feeling heat shiver down my spine. I stepped backwards to avoid forcing Esme through the window and ended up stumbling over my bag, pulling Esme over with me as I crashed to the floor. We laughed as we stood, and I ran some more kissed down Esme’s neck as it jumped because of her giggling. Just then, the doorbell rang, and Alice flung it open a moment later.
“Sorry, I just didn’t want to burst in on anything…” she said, eyes flicking between Esme and I who were now standing at opposite sides of the room, shocked into jumping apart. “But I thought I should tell you: Edward’s coming home.”
Esme’s face lit up like a beacon.
“When?” she asked.
“Tonight,” Alice replied. “He’ll be back come midnight.” Esme danced over to me, pulled me away from the wall and into a waltz. She spun under the arm I lifted, laughing, all traces of the ghostly Esme of a few minutes having disappeared. Jasper jumped off the tree into the kitchen a moment later, beaming.
“Much better,” he remarked cheerfully. Esme fell back over one of my arms, and I kept her there with a kiss.
“Whoo! All right! Go Carlisle!” Emmett cheered, jumping through the kitchen with much less discretion than Jasper had. I let Esme up, embarrassed but smiling, as Rosalie made a disgusted noise from the doorway.
“Isn’t grossing everyone out our job?” she asked, tracing a circle on Emmett’s chest with a finger.
Then she laughed.

* * * * *

Right on cue, my black Mercedes rolled into the drive. I stood in the doorway, waiting to see the manner of my son’s return. The rest of the family congregated on the pavement between the door and the car. Esme sprang on Edward the minute he emerged, having been waiting at the front of the group.
“I knew you’d be back!” she cried happily, letting herself drop back to the pavement, though still bubbling with happiness as she stepped aside to let the others greet their brother.
“Edward!” Alice cried cheerfully. Jasper reflected his partner’s already infectious mood to Edward, and his grim face lifted a little.
“Welcome back, bro,” Emmett greeted, grinning like a dog and slapping his brother cheerfully on the back. The family group parted, leaving a clear passage between Edward and I. He half-smiled at me, and I mirrored him. Welcome home, son, I greeted warmly, reinforcing the thought with warmth and love and welcome. He smiled ruefully at my use of the word ‘son,’ but stepped forward and let me hug him. Such an open show of affection was unusual between us, having become used to my side of the conversation being silent, but this occasion needed it.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“There’s nothing to forgive,” I replied, but deep down there was: he may not have meant it, but did he know how much he hurt Esme? I’m being ridiculous, I amended, observing the drop in Edward’s face, look at her now. Esme was literally purring with happiness as snow began swirling around her.
“That’s because of you,” Edward said, so quickly and quietly only I could hear him. “If I hadn’t gone, she’d still be happy. Just for six days longer.” He stalked away before I could object – clearly his trip hadn’t helped as much as I had hoped – and I found him sitting on the stairs out the back of the house. A snowball splattered on the stairs beside him, courtesy of Emmett, and he jumped slightly and forced a laugh. I thought about consoling him, but now was not the time for talking. Maybe he would join in…
As if to appease me, Edward stood and tossed a snowball in Jasper’s direction. Jasper easily dodged it, but Edward sat back down, not even flinching as the return fire shattered against his shoulder.
Behind me, Esme laughed, and I felt my heart instantly lifted. Something wet hit me on the back, and I turned to find Esme grinning mischievously, another snowball in her raised arm. I was fast enough to dodge it – it hit the window Edward was sitting in front of – and she chased me outside, laughing merrily.

* * * * *

Eventually, the sun rose and the family returned inside, dried off and changed. I was bent over the spilt contents of my medical bag, examining the syringes to make sure none were broken. Esme stood beside me, a bandage roll trailing absently across the floor as she had let it drop, looking at Edward, who still hadn’t moved.
“Yay, school,” Alice tried to encourage Edward, wandering onto the porch.
“I have biology today. Again,” he replied neutrally. “With Bella.”
“Don’t worry, bro, we’ve got your back,” Emmett replied, tossing his damp shirt to Esme, who raised a hand and caught it without taking her concerned eyes off Edward, as he dug through one of the bags Alice had arrived home with from an early morning shopping spree. He pulled on a new shirt and joined the others on the porch.
“You could stay home,” Jasper suggested, worried for his brother but also the slightest bit smug that it wasn’t him this time. “I mean, nobody knows you’re back, right?”
“No, I can go. I’ll just have to be careful.”
“Rule we live by,” Rosalie muttered, emptying one of Alice’s bags onto the bench and searching through the clothes.

At last, the time came to leave. The air went from casual to tense, every one of us anticipating what could happen today though we all hid our concern from Edward.
“Do be careful,” Esme reminded him softly as they left. He nodded and pried her hands off his cheeks. He turned away, steeled himself and got into his car.
“Don’t fuss, dear…If Edward weren’t confident about going back, he wouldn’t.”
“I’m not worried about the girl,” she said. She turned around, her eyes pleading me for something I couldn’t comprehend. “You should have seen your face when I slipped. You were so frightened, Carlisle, so forgiving and yet so…self-loathing. I don’t want you to feel that again, and I don’t want Edward to feel it either. I want my son to be happy, to have what we have. Maybe Bella is his match.”
“Oh, Esme,” I said, pecking her on the nose and picking up my bag. “You do so love your happy endings.”
THAT'S ADORABLE! I love the end! So CUTE!


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