FAGE Six Pack

Title: Run In

Written for: Readingmama

Written By: LyricalKris

Rating: M

Summary/Prompt used: Couple meet while running a marathon

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Carlisle Cullen, you are a pervert.

Carlisle shook his head, trying to concentrate on the rhythm of his shoes on the pavement. Running was usually such a solitary sport, and Carlisle preferred it that way. There was a time when his head was a chaotic space, when he couldn't think at all. Running had saved him then. The feel of the road under his feet, finally being alone with his thoughts. Those first months, he'd run himself ragged until he'd been so exhausted he could finally speak. It was his therapy, the only way he could keep ahead of his grief after the death of his wife, his beloved Esme.

It was his friend and nanny to his twin daughters, Rosalie and Alice, who had suggested he run a marathon. "It's a good cause, Carlisle," Jasper had said. "I know how much you like good causes. And running."

Since Esme's death, three years before, Jasper had figured out Carlisle worked best when he had a short term goal to work towards. It kept his feet moving, kept him operating from day to day. As of yet, he hadn't been able to manage a long term goal. He worked at the hospital as he always had. He raised his precious girls. Except for those two constants, Carlisle lived a day at a time.

So at Jasper's gentle insistence, Carlisle was now running in an annual race for the cure type marathon. It was different to run with a group rather than alone as he typically did. Some people sped ahead, others fell behind. Unfortunately for Carlisle, a pretty young brunette with an incredible ass always seemed to find a way to get right in front of him.

Well, he was still a man, after all, and good lord, it was just right there in front of him, bouncing in time with her run.

Carlisle shook his head and moved to pull ahead of her. This race was open to runners eighteen and over, so she was legal, but from the looks of it, only barely. He had no business looking at her like that when he was likely at least a decade and a half her senior.

Anyway, the race was almost over. The last hill was right in front of him. Carlisle upped his pace. Though his muscles burned and he was exhausted, he knew his girls were close by.

Just as he reached the crest of the hill, Murphy's law struck. With a vengeance. He had run up alongside the brunette when the toe of his foot hit the ground the wrong way. He pitched forward, throwing his arms out on instinct, but he only succeeded in bringing the brunette down with him. He rolled. She rolled. And even that might have been fine except that, like Carlisle, many of the other runners had gotten excited at the idea they were nearing the end of the race. They'd broken out into sprints, and they couldn't stop themselves fast enough. Carlisle groaned and curled inward on himself as he was pummeled by shoes.

Everything grew surreal and chaotic. People were shouting. Carlisle was trying to catch his breath, trying to breathe around the pain radiating through his sternum. He lifted his head to see other runners picking themselves up.

"Hey, hey. She's not moving. Someone help!"

Carlisle's stomach twisted. He took someone's offered hand and got onto his knees, looking around frantically. There were fallen runners everywhere, but no one looked too bad except...

Except he saw a growing crowd around a form still on the ground. He saw long brunette hair and a limp outstretched hand.

"Oh, no." He scrambled forward on his hands and knees in his haste to get forward.

"Buddy, you should probably stay put."

Carlisle shook off the well meaning hands. Adrenaline and nature kicked in. "I'm a doctor. I can help. Let me help her."

But by then, the onhand medics had gotten there, along with a majority of the crowd from the finish line. "Back. I need everyone to stand back!" one of the medics called.

Another medic was crouched by Carlisle, her hand firm on his shoulder. "Sir. You need to stay still."

"I'm fine." He was craning his neck, trying to see the girl who still hadn't moved. His heart dropped as the crowd moved back. The scene was morbid. Her face was streaked with blood. Her leg was twisted at an unnatural angle. "I'm fine. Let me help."

"Sir, calm down. You're hurt. You need to calm down." The medic was full on restraining him now, but Carlisle still struggled.

The only thing that could have diverted his attention at that point were the cries of his baby girls. "Daddy! Daddy!" They sounded terrified, and Carlisle swung his head away from the macabre sight of the broken woman.

"Ah, hell." Jasper had both girls in his arms, and he was struggling to keep them there. They wiggled and kicked, trying desperately to get to their father.

"Girls." Carlisle held his arm out, and only then did he realize he was scraped to high hell. His arms were bloodied. A glance at his legs told him they didn't look much better. He was a mess. "Stay back, girls. I'm okay. I promise." But even as he said the words, he became aware of the throbbing in his torso.

"Let's get your shirt off. Check the damage," the medic said, and Carlisle acquiesced, letting himself slip into the role of the patient.

"Bella!" A frantic voice cut through the crowd. "Christ. Bella. Let me go. Let me get to her."

Carlisle looked up to see a handsome young man around the brunette's age trying to push his way toward her. He looked horrified, and Carlisle's heart broke at the sight of him being held back as he tried to get to her. A boyfriend perhaps.

Minutes passed as the medic examined him. Two ambulances pulled up, and despite Carlisle's protests, he was loaded into one of them.

The girl never stirred.

A/N: I hope your satisfied Missy... having me writing Carlisle again. GAH.

As for the rest of you, this story will all be posted by the end of the day. I hope you enjoy. So many thanks to Barburella, songster, and jessypt