Dawn

Hi everyone!

Disclaimer (sort of): I wrote this story a while ago and in a way it's a mix of a bunch of stuff I was into during that time. When my awesome friend and beta Cris.P.C sent me the corrected file of it (thank you for that by the way) I started to think about a way of explaining that and it reminded me of the Fort Minor's song "Remember the Name":

~This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name~

So basically this story is 10% My Sassy Girl, 20% Revenge, 15% Forever, 5% a song, 50% my crazy imagination and 100% the kindness and support of my readers and friends, especially Cris.

Actual disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, its characters and some of the quotes like the first conversation between Carlisle and Esme which belongs to the amazing Revenge writers.

By the way, I don't know anything about business, so the financial references might not be accurate. I apologize in advance.

Anyway, here is the story. I hope you all enjoy it.

Chapter 1

~When darkness is no less than everything you've built become undone

There's no fight and no flight, disaster leaves your passion overrun

It's time to let go, it's time to carry on with the show

Don't mourn what is gone, greet the dawn

N' I will be standing by your side

Together we'll face the turning tide

Remembrance, can be a sentence, but it comes to you with a second chance in tow

Don't lose it, don't refuse it, cos you cannot learn a thing you think you know

A new light is warm, shining down on you after the storm

Don't mourn what is gone, greet the dawn

N' I will be standing by your side

Together we'll face the turning tide~

Poets of the Fall - "Dawn"

CPOV

"You are hopeless, you know," my colleague Emmett said as he emptied another bottle of beer. "Wearing suit and tie in a bar like this, drinking soda in the said bar and not to mention ignoring all these hot girls around you."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Not that I expect you to understand but there is more to life than getting drunk and banging girls you don't even know in the back of your car, Emmett."

He burst into laughter. "I happen to have had so many great experiences in the back of my car. Don't judge until you try."

I wrinkled my nose and shook my head in disgust. "That's very disturbing... and unhygienic."

Emmett shook his head and put down his bottle. "Fine. You live your way, I live mine. You disappoint me," he said and walked to some girl standing in the corner. I glanced at my watch. It was still too early to go back to my dark empty house. I could use another hour outside and another drink. Today was a rough day. I never had any problems with long hours of work but with everything that happened in the past few months I was beginning to lose my patience. All the tension around me was taking its toll on me.

"No, who told you to sell the stock? Because it wasn't me." A loud voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Fine, can it be canceled? No, you call me back!"

I turned to the source of the voice and for a moment I stopped breathing. The young woman standing next to me was without a doubt the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She had long wavy caramel hair and hazel brown eyes. Her lips were full and red and her cheeks were flushed in anger. Come on Carlisle! You are staring at her like a pervert! I mentally slapped myself and turned my attention back to my drink.

"White wine, please." Her words caused me to turn to her again. She looked at me with confusion.

"What's with him?" she mumbled.

"You were being a little loud," I said the first excuse that came to my mind.

"Oh. Doing some deep thinking, weren't you? Want to ponder life in complete silence? Find a cave," she said with an angry sarcasm.

"That's good advice," I replied and got up to grab my coat.

"Wait, don't. I'm... I'm sorry. That was incredibly rude. I'm mad at someone else and took it out on a complete stranger."

"It happens," I said as I put on my coat.

"Yeah? People always getting mad at you for no reason?" she said with a smile.

"Not really," I replied avoiding her eyes. I didn't want to stare again.

"You know, I'm not usually this crazy. It's just when my family is involved. And, of course, they're always involved, so, yeah, conundrum."

I sighed. I never liked those people who would sit next to you in a bar and tell their entire life story over a drink. I took out my wallet to pay and leave but apparently she wasn't finished.

"Here's a secret to life... Don't be born rich."

I thought how much easier my life could have been if I were born in a normal family. "Now, that actually is good advice."

"Yeah, because you will lose all control."

I paid the bartender and grabbed my briefcase.

"That was my financial adviser," she continued. "He's selling off my entire portfolio without even consulting me."

It seemed this woman had no intention of letting me go.

"Well, who pays him?"

"What?"

"Your financial guy isn't 'your' financial guy unless you pay his bill. That's just how it works."

"Huh. Of course it does. My mother pays him."

I smiled politely and began to walk away when she stopped me. "So... do you work in finance?"

"A little bit," I replied impatiently. I wasn't in the mood for a chat.

"Tell me... how much do you hate it when people ask you for free advice?"

I wasn't in the mood for counseling either.

"I suggest you visit a professional," I replied and walked away before she could say anything else.

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"You walked away? Are you crazy? She was totally throwing herself at you!"

"No, Emmett, she wasn't. She was just angry and was looking for a pair of ears. That it and frankly with everything that's happened in the last few months the last thing I need is hearing someone else complain about their lives."

"That's why you need a woman. To distract you."

"Seriously? Are we having this conversation again?"

"I'm just saying. Keep going like this and you will go crazy. And I don't mean Carlisle crazy because you already are. I mean literally crazy."

I was going to reply but a nurse stormed into my room panting.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt, Dr. Cullen, but there is a patient in exam room three. I didn't want to disturb you at your lunch break but there is no free doctor in ER and she is kind of driving everyone mad."

I got up and headed toward the exam room with her.

"What is her problem?" I asked.

"She was hit by a car. She probably has fractured bones," the nurse answered and handed me her file as we entered her room.

"Esme Platt, 23 years old, possible broken leg," I read out loud without looking at her.

"Ah, the caveman."

My head snapped up. It was the same girl from the bar.

"The rich angry girl," I said with a smirk. "Esme... Esme Platt," she introduced herself and extended her hand. "Carlisle... Doctor Carlisle Cullen." I shook her hand.

"Doctor? Do all doctors know so much about finance?"

"Not many."

"Oh, I have a special doctor then," she said with her usual teasing tone. I cleared my throat.

"Let's take a look at your leg, shall we?" I changed the subject and began examining her leg which was bruised and bent in an odd angle. She winced in pain when I touched her calf.

"Even without x-ray I can say it's broken. But you will need one to show the exact place of break and how bad it is. I will be back as soon as the results are ready," I said and slipped out of room before I could cross path with the one in charge of taking x-rays.

"Ducking from Rosalie again?" I jumped. "Emmett, how many times do I need to tell you not to sneak behind me?"

"See, I don't get it, man. I would give anything to be the one who caught Rosalie's eyes. Any man would."

"Then by all means go ahead. Put your 'Emmett charm' into good use. I for one will be very grateful if you can get her to chase 'you' around hospital all day."

"I most definitely will. But for now I have another hot woman waiting in my office."

"Emmett, you do know you can't sleep with your patients, right?"

"Yeah, but I can flirt with them."

I rolled my eyes and continued walking. Reasoning with Emmett on these subjects was useless. He had a dominant lower body and his upper body, mostly his brain, was basically non-existent. But I knew he had a secret crush on Rosalie hale ever since he saw her in medical school.

"Carlisle, there you are! I was looking for you." Rosalie called from behind. I groaned slightly before turning to face her with a fake smile.

"The results of Esme Platt's x-ray," she said as she handed me the results. "There are two breaks in her right leg... here and here." She pointed at the pictures as she stood uncomfortably close. "She has also a sprained wrist and also her forehead needs a few stitches."

I cleared my throat. "Yeah, thank you, Rosalie. I will go check on her." I excused myself.

"Alright but let me know if you needed anything," she said in a 'supposedly' seductive tone.

"Will do." I called and practically ran away from her. She was beautiful and attractive and smart in her own way, but I was never into Barbie dolls. I preferred someone more... real. Someone like... Esme. Oh, my God. What's wrong with me? I'm hitting on a patient! And a crazy one! Maybe Emmett is right. Maybe I am going crazy.

I went back to Esme's room just to find her arguing with a nurse.

"Is this supposed to be your emergency room? I wonder how many patients die waiting in here," she yelled.

"I apologize for the delay, miss Platt. I will put your leg in a cast now," I cut in.

"Jess, would you mind getting me the supplies?" I mentioned to the nurse who complied eagerly just to get away from her. It didn't surprise me. The girl was very short tempered but somehow she looked more beautiful when she was mad. Yeah, it definitely seemed like I was going crazy.

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An hour later I had put her leg in a cast and I was finishing bandaging her wrist. She talked to me the entire time and as distracting as it was I found myself enjoying her company more than anyone else in a very long time.

"So... aren't you going to tell me how a doctor like you knows so much about finance?" she asked.

"I wouldn't say 'so much'. I only know the basics," I replied.

"You know more than me. That's 'so much'."

I finished working on her wrist and started with stitches. "You dabble in finance too?"

She shrugged. "Let's just say I know a good investment when I see one."

"You don't look like a business major to me." I commented at her fashionable dress.

"Really? What do you think I look like?" I held her head up to inject anesthesia. For a moment, barely a second, her eyes caught mine and all words left my mind. But we both looked away quickly.

"I would say art, art history... maybe even journalism." I answered her as soon as I regained my ability to speak.

"Hmm, you are observant." I focused on her wound avoiding her eyes.

"So I was right?" I asked.

"Oh, I didn't say that."

"So I was wrong."

"I never said that either."

"Then what?"

"Nothing. I like to maintain a little mystery about myself."

"Well, I say you succeeded. I don't know anything about you other than what's on your file and that your financial adviser is worthless."

She burst into laughter. "Then you know plenty. All I know about you is that you are a doctor with a good touch in business."

I laughed to as I bandaged her newly stitched forehead. "I'm sure we can do something about it seeing you won't be leaving us for a couple of days."

"WHAT?" she shrieked.

"You will be our guest for at least two days," I said with a grin.

"But I pay you. Doesn't it mean that you should do as I say?"

I chuckled. "You don't pay me. The hospital does. Ergo I do as the hospital protocols say."

"And I pay the hospital."

"Let me get this straight. As long as you are here you will be the one doing as I say," I said with a smirk. She pouted which made my smile grow wider.

"Doctor Cullen, we need you in exam room six. It's a little boy. He is badly burned" a nurse called me.

"Oh, no! I have to go. Take some rest" I told Esme and rushed to exam room six along with the nurse.

Thank you all for reading. I hope you liked it.