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Changing Towns	By : FlamingoWriting Category: Twilight Series > Slash > Carlisle/Edward Views: 3515 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Changing Towns
Summary:
CARLISLE/EDWARD SLASH! Carlisle and Edward are constantly on the move – only able to stay in one city for so long before the citizens get curious. How do they explain the need to move? They always did enjoy messing with the humans.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

EDWARD

**RIIING**

**RIIING**

Scrambling, I found my cell phone on the car seat next to me. I was expecting this call. I coughed before answering.

“Hello?”

“Yes” came the gruff voice on the other end. “Is this Dr. Edward Mason?”

“Yes it is, how can I help you?”

“You’re listed as the emergency contact for a, *pause*, Dr. Carlisle Cullen?”

“Yes, I am. Is something wrong?”

“Sir. I’m calling from Forks Hospital. I’m afraid there was an accident. You’ll want to get here as soon as you can. And, *pause*, prepare yourself.”

I sighed as I leaned back into the driver’s seat of my Mazda. Time for the game face. I started the ignition and tried to think of sad things while I drove to the hospital.

CARLISLE

Edward and I had talked about moving for quite some time and were waiting for the perfect day. That day arrived this morning. It was raining hard and the streets were sleek with rain and ice. Perfect conditions for a wreck. I dressed for work, like normal, and packed the car with my bag, like normal, and even kissed Edward goodbye as he prepared for his day at the Seattle hospital, just like normal.

But my drive to work wasn’t normal. I purposefully took the turn over the La Push cliff too fast. I purposefully threw the car into a fish tail. And then purposefully tried to over compensate for it.

I couldn’t help but smile as my BMW convertible rolled off the cliff and down the steep embankment. One. Two. Three. Four times the car rolled end over end before finally coming to rest upside down. I was still buckled in and did not try to free myself as I hung there. I smiled wider when, after about 15 minutes, I heard the start of sirens coming from the direction of the hospital in which I worked as an emergency room surgeon.

When the emergency vehicles where only a few minutes away I closed my eyes and halted my breathing and thanked the powers that be that vampires didn’t have a heart beat. And then I waited.

EMT’s POV

The ambulance pulled up the wreck and I jumped out of the back, rushing to the car and victim. The car was barely recognizable. Could this twisted and bent piece of metal have actually been a car?

I bent and looked through the smashed driver’s side window.

“Shit!” I cursed before looking up at my coworker. “It’s Dr. Cullen.”

“What?!” shouted my companion, as he too came to examine the wreckage.

“Shit. It *is* Dr. Cullen. He was supposed to be working today. Must have hit the turn over the cliff too fast. It rained cats and dogs this morning.”

Reaching into the window I pushed two fingers against the pulse point on Dr. Cullen’s neck. I didn’t think that I would find anything but still held out a small amount of hope. “No pulse. It would have been a true miracle for him to survive that fall. Okay, let’s try to get him back and notify his family. See if he has an emergency contact in his phone, if it still works.”

The jaws of life were brought out, the only way we would have been able to retrieve the body with the least amount of physical damage to it. Rescue was no longer our goal and a clean recovery took time. Dr. Cullen was already dead so the we where able to take our time.

After he was loaded onto a gurney, a sheet placed over this still form, my coworker started the paperwork for a “dead on arrival” and I made the difficult call to Dr. Cullen’s partner to tell him his husband was dead.

EDWARD

I pulled up to the door to Folks Hospital ER and sat in my car for a few minutes. I then opened the door and entered the hospital. The receptionist looked up and offered me a sad smile.

“Dr. Mason, I’m glad you were able to get here so quickly. Right this way, the on call doctor is waiting for you.”
I nodded thanks to her and walked back to the consultation rooms.

A young blond that I recognized from my medical internship at Seattle entered the room. Her name was escaping me, but I
did have a valid excuse this time.

“Hello, Dr. Cullen. I’m Jessica. I’m terribly sorry for your lose but I need to go over the release papers and final wishes before you can see Dr. Cullen’s… body.”

I nodded silently.

“What are your wishes for the body?”

“His family is plot is in England. I’ll like to take him, intact, back there to be buried in the family moselium.”
Jessica nodded and wrote that down on her paper work.

“I’m not sure if you have been informed of the circumstances of the accident yet.”

I shook my head, even though I knew what Carlisle had planned, and waited for her to continue.

“It appears that he lost control of his vehicle at the La Push cliff and the car tumbled down the embankment. I’m sorry but he didn’t make it. He was gone when our EMTs arrived on the scene.”

I nodded, gravely, trying to look like I was “trying to look strong.”

“I understand. There is no chance he could have survived that. Impossible…”

Jessica nodded and then stood.

“I’ll take you down to the holding room. You can say good-bye there. Take as long as you need.”

“Thank you, Jessica.” And then I followed her.

CARLISLE

I heard Edward walking toward the room that I was being held in. His footstep was unique to him and I would recognize it anywhere.

“Thank you, again, Jessica. Do you mind if I have some time alone? To say good-bye…”

“Take as long as you need. Come get me when you are done.”

Then I heard another set of foot steps walking away and a door closing. Finally the sheet that was covering my “dead” body was pulled back and I opened my eyes to see Edward’s smiling face.

“Not fun being the victim is it? It get’s damn boring having to lay still like that for hours on end. Thank god you had to do it this time.”

I laughed. “Yea yea yea. That’s what I get for making a bet against you, especially when you have your little internet friend, Alice, telling you the outcome.”

We both laughed and continued to talk for a few hours, it was late (or early depending on how you looked at it) when we heard footsteps coming back towards the morgues holding room. I quickly laid down, closing my eyes, while Edward put on his “sad” face and picked up my hand, talking about random stories from our made up pasts.

EDWARD

I started a story as Carlisle went back to playing dead. Trying to keep my facial expressions sad and serious, even though I could hear Carlisle’s commentary running through my mind.

“Do you remember when we switched the sugar and the salt in the foster kitchen? And then Mike was blamed for it. That was great. The look on his face when he tried to say he didn’t do it. Momma Jane really didn’t like him, it took almost nothing to convince her that he had done it.”

Momma Jane, could you have come up with anything more stereotypical? Have a little imagination next time!

I looked up as I heard the door open. Jessica walked back in.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you, but you’ve been down here for hours. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Wow, has it really been that long? It didn’t feel like it. I’ve just been reminiscing. I meant to say goodbye and head back up but stories from our past just kept coming up. I didn’t intend to stay this long.”

“I didn’t mean to eaves drop but it sounds like you knew Dr. Cullen for a long time.”

“I did. We were foster kids together. He was… he…”

I tried to choke on my words a little, play with her human emotions. It worked.

“I’ve heard that it really helps to talk about things. I’m willing to listen.”

I’m sure she is willing to do a lot more than listen too. You’re gay and I’m supposed to be dead and she is till ready and willing to go at it. If you asked her to, she’d dump my body on the floor and let you take her on this gurney.

I smiled at her.

“That would be great. It’s a long, and kind of boring story.”

Jessica shook her head.

“Dr. Cullen is an amazing surgeon but never talked about his personal life. And you always interested me at Seattle Medical.”

Hear that Edward, you *interested* her.

I chuckled at the reference to her raging crush on me, but didn’t bring it up.

“I was three when I was sent to the foster home that Carlisle was already living at. He was 10. I was immediately drawn to him. More of a big brother sense back then but he was friendly to me, and played with me, and kept the other foster kids from picking on me too much.

“Carlisle was 10, past the “magic age” as people called it. Most couples that wanted to adopt orphans wanted young children. Toddlers and babies. I was the prime age to be adopted but Carlisle was long past it. He knew that he would be in the foster system until he finally aged out and had accepted that.

“For the next three years I was sent to adoptive family after adoptive family. Only to be sent back. And I wanted it that way. I was a horrible kid. Made sure that whoever adopted me wouldn’t want me and worked hard to be taken back. Back to Carlisle.

“That worked for three years. I was returned from seven possible adopters, all because of my behavior. Carlisle was so happy every time I came back. You could see it the way his eyes would light up. His head would be down and his shoulders slumped and as soon as I came through the door you would see the light return to his eyes. I was his family – the only one he would ever have.

“The foster coordinators finally realized what was happening. Just after I turned seven, Carlisle was a few weeks shy of 14, I was shipped out to another set of adoptive parents, but this time, Carlisle was sent out as well. Not to parents but to another foster home. We were being separated and it was marked on our papers that we shouldn’t ever be in the same home again. We were a “liability” to each other. Whatever. Bastards.
Please keep your math and years straight. You screwed them up last time. I never should have agreed to play the victim. You always find a way to fuck things up.

“I had no reason to fight this time and was adopted. I stayed with them, they put me through college, and medical school, and were always very kind to me. But I never loved them.

“Seventeen years passed by. I never saw Carlisle again.

Did you ever look?

“I just graduated from medical school and had started my residency at the Chicago Hospital. I went in on my first day and met with the hospital director. I was told I would be working under “Dr. Cullen” but since I never knew Carlisle’s last name I never made the connection.

“I knew him immediately when I saw him. He had grown, older, more mature, but then so had I. The look on face, the expression on his eyes. He couldn’t believe it was me. After 17 years were reunited. We both believed it truly was a miracle.

It was an act of God… or is it Dog?

“Somehow we skipped the entire awkward reconnection phase. We just right into an intimate relationship. It was never questioned, not by either of us, we just were meant to be together.

“Less than a year after meeting again we decided to move somewhere new. Completely start over as a couple. Husband and husband. Carlisle found Forks Hospital, which was in need of a surgeon, and close by was a large city hospital that would always be in need of resident doctors.

“That was five years ago. And they have been the happiest years of my life. Carlisle is my life, and now my life is gone. My life is over.”

I finished the story of our “past” and looked up to see tears streaming down Jessica’s face.

I had to hold back the snort and I’m sure that Carlisle was aching to have a good hard laugh.

She’s crying isn’t she? Humans are such stupid creatures.

Jessica wiped the tears from her face and stood.

“I’ll set up the travel plans for you to take Carlisle back to England. I’ll be back in a little bit.” I nodded and watched her leave. It was time for the final step of our plan.

JESSICA

I rushed upstairs. I need to get away from that room. From those emotions. To lose the love of your life like that.
It was clear that Carlisle really was Edward’s life. Just like he had said.

I had the travel instructions in my hand, send Carlisle’s body, fully intact, to a hospital in down town London to be buried in his family crypt.

The entire travel arrangements took just over an hour to set up and I returned to the morgue with a few EMTs to pack up Dr. Cullen’s body and take him and Edward to the airport.

“Dr. Mason? Dr. Mason? Edward? Are you there.”

I called as I entered the morgue. I saw him in the same place that I left him in. His hand in Carlisle’s, his head resting on Carlisle’s chest. He appeared to be sleeping.

I shook his shoulder, calling his name again.

“Edward. You need to wake up. It’s time to take you to the airport.”

But he didn’t stir. I placed my head against the back of his neck and it was icy cold. Then I noticed a note in his other hand. Gently removing it from his hand, hoping not to wake him, I opened it. His neat script met me and I was shocked to read his words.

Send me with Carlisle. Send me home.

Frantically I pushed my fingers against Edward’s neck. How could this have happened? I was gone for just an hour.

Edward Mason was dead.

CARLISLE

It was a cold clear night in rural Canada.

It took some fighting on Jessica’s part to have her travel arrangements carried out after Edward “died.” But she retold our “story” and threw a couple of tears in, which worked to our advantage. We were to be sent, without being embalmed, back to England.

The plane that was supposed to take our bodies to England had a layover in Toronto before crossing the pond. We used that as means to make our escape. And now we were in a small town several hundred miles to the north of Quebec.

Edward raised his beer, bowing to the empty field that we were relaxing in. “I would like to thank the academy. This award would not be possible if it were not for my superb talent and amazing acting skills… oomph.”

He doubled over, laughing, trying to regain his balance and modesty after I threw a full beer bottle at him.

“Yea yea yea. You did a great job telling our life story. Too good actually. They added our pictures to their list of past loved doctors. Our pictures are hanging in the ER waiting room.”

He stopped laughing when he realized that it meant we could never go back to Forks, Washington.

“Shit!” he yelled. “I really liked that sleepy little town. They humans are so stupid there.”

I smiled. “And that is why you always play the victim.”

I laughed as I felt a dull thud hit me in the back of the head. Edward had thrown the beer bottle at me.

Fin

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