April 7th, 2006; Right after the New Moon Epilogue

[themidnightson]

Edward is, for lack of a better word, irritated.

He'd usually be with Bella right now, during her 'Official Visting Hours,' but thanks to the mongrel, she's now being grounded on top of being 'grounded until Charlie decided otherwise.' He'd been smart enough not to ask. Just to let his fingers tighten only ever so gently to squeeze Bella's before, with a single nod and "Cheif Swan" to her father, followed by a quiet "I'll see you at school tomorrow."

Not evening pausing to brush his fingertips or lips against her face, or to tell her he'd be there, later tonight, once Charlie was asleep. She knew that already. Even if her fingers had clutched harder for a second right as he pulled away.

Though he hadn't left until Charlie stopped yelling about the stupidity of everything related to the red motorcycle parked by his cruiser and how she'd 'be lucky to see freedom before he was in the ground.' Charle had gone back to the game he was watching before realizing the bike just appeared. Bella had stomped off, muttering about 'killing Jake' to start dinner, and he'd finally turned the Volvo toward home.

He doesn't think about going anywhere else but home. He knows what the only next step is, and there are hours yet until the sun will set, and even hours from then until he'll need to be back. He parked the car in the garage, at least threw a look in on most of everyone watching the tv (two more deaths in Seattle; a weird recurrence), and headed straight up the stairs.

Taking less time between the bottom of the stairs and standing behind one of the chairs in front of Carlisle's desk, hand resting on the top of it, than he'd taken between his car and the stairs themselves. "Are you busy?"

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[ofthefamily]

A short nod, and the first approach of a smile since before Edward came into Carlisle's office. "For now."

Home? Alice must be losing her composure about all this by now.

[themidnightson]

He thinks of Alice. Alice, in Volterra. Alice, on the phone with Jasper. Alice, still keeping things from him. Alice, and all Alice has done for him. Sacrificed. He hears the words Carlisle gnashed at him. His daughter, and a human. She used Bella. She abandoned even Carlisle, lied to Jasper, with no promise of a good future. She swore Bella to Aro. She'll never apologize for it. Not and truly mean it all the way. She won't apologize for picking him.

It's something too big for Edward to hold, too.

He can see it. But he can't touch it.
Not even his fingertips. Not even The Closet.

He'll try. But not right now.

Carlisle's word are enough, and too much already, now.

Edward nodded, and started walking, back in the direction Carlisle had been going when he'd stopped. Toward the soft rabble at his edge, that both knit and unknit something in his chest. Even when he desperately wanted silence, he didn't want to be without their clamor, all in the same second.

"You would think she had cause for concern or something."

Edward makes it light. Not as though this is inconsequential, anything that could be joked about, but as though he might be able to make it lighter. The family cares. About this. It tucked into a corner of his mouth. It tried. He tried. Even if it feels so rusty it could snap. The ghostly echoed whisper of a twitch. Something so big it could only be touched but lightly, something the whole house held its breath about. Save one; and he was grateful in her count, too.

None of them would ever be what they are without Esme.
He never wants to know, to think of that.

[ofthefamily]

She did, Carlisle thinks, but it feels like a knee-jerk reaction rather than something directed at Edward.

They are close enough now to the tree line abutting the house that when they walk through it, footfalls in the driveway, Carlisle looks up at the window to the kitchen. He can't see her, but Carlisle practices a smile for her anyway.

[betagainstme]

She’s not waiting for them at the door, not wanting to bother. She’s stuck on Edward’s question to Carlisle and she’s trying her best to not let that show on her face. Her fingers grip the kitchen counter and she breathes in shakily.

Alice should talk to him. She should talk to Carlisle. She should talk to Jasper who she has all but abandoned these last few months. She should—

Plaster a smile on her face, when Carlisle and Edward walk through the door. Which she does, and she slips out the kitchen and into the hall, as they enter the house. “Hey.”

Upstairs, Emmett’s voice echoes as he complains about whatever sport he’s watching. Jasper’s reply is sarcastic, yet entertained. At least they listened to her hissed act normal.

She moves to the stairs, climbing a few of them backward as she looks between Carlisle and Edward. “Worried us, when you left so quickly.”

[ofthefamily]

"I know. It wasn't my intent."

Now's not the time. Alice isn't ready, and Carlisle isn't either.

But when he walks past her to find his wife, Carlisle drops a kiss on the part in Alice's hair.

[themidnightson]

Edward would agree on Carlisle's part for Alice's words. For how quickly Carlisle made the decision and dashed out his office (for how quickly Carlisle is already looking past them). He would not count, sitting in that office chair, being made to wait through five human minutes, when they lived in hundreds, even thousandths of a second, as quickly.

There's a steady glance in her direction, unavoided, questions asked and answered even before that glance is met. He knows what he knows what he knows what she knows, and sometimes he's glad they aren't always made of anything like words.

[ofthefamily]

It's easy enough to find Esme when they both want to be found, and the book Carlisle knows she is only pretending to read is put off to one side.

"And how are you, my dear?" Esme broaches first. It's the usual question, even if it feels a little small.

Carlisle smiles, timid but real, and grabs Esme's hand. He'll tell the whole story later - or fill in any gaps Alice didn't share.

"I called Edward an idiot."