ofthefamily | Carlisle-Alice.

Alice is waiting for him there. She's becoming more and more in tune with her family's goings in Milliways. She doesn't know what happened exactly, just that she saw a vision of this, them here, talking, and she noticed Jasper's reaction to the strong emotion that came with it.

She couldn't quite place the emotion now, as she leans against his desk, her hands holding her up, her eyes fixed on the overhead light.

"Qu'est-ce que c'est passé?"

"Nothing worth concerning yourself with, my dear."

Alice raises her eyebrows. "My vision of this conversation tells me otherwise, Papa."

Damn Alice with powers and ugh.

"Castiel, the other team captain? Is in the cells. For attacking a demon. I went to see him."

"And?" Alice says patiently, though her voice is tinged with something more. It's annoying, trying to drag this out of him and she can feel herself getting close to the moment where she'll know suddenly what the emotion was from her vision.

She's not sure she wants to. But she'd rather get it over with.

Carlisle may find it just as annoying that he cannot share this with Alice at his own pace, once he's figured out exactly what he would say.

"Alice," he groans, pulling off his jacket and hanging it on the coat tree behind his door. "Just...I talked about things I haven't talked about outside of the family," and not really inside it, "for a long time."

With an angel.

While Carlisle screams DEMON in bright sparkly letters to anyone with an ounce of heavenly origin.

Alice can extrapolate until Carlisle gets to the point.

If she gives him the time to think, she won't get to witness this fumbling around though :(

Alice finally shifts from her position on his desk, stepping to the side and looking out the window. Blinding anger. That's the emotion she saw. She doesn't even know what Castiel said to her father, but it doesn't matter.

It was enough to bother him so it was enough to piss her off.

"Alice. You're going to worry Jasper," Carlisle reminds needlessly. "Don't -- "

Anything starting with Don't in this house is usually pointless.

"I am aware I am...solitary in my more traditional tenets of faith, in the house," Carlisle hazards. "I was still hoping my conversation with him would have gone better."

"Jasper can handle it." Alice grits out. "I'll placate him later."

She turns from the window to stare at Carlisle. "What did he say to you? It doesn't...matter if others don't...think the way you do about faith, here."

The words stick in her throat. She's a rather devout...believer in nothing religious, but she appreciates...and finds so much comfort in Carlisle's beliefs.

"Just...what did he say?" Her voice is soft, sad.

"That I did them no favors by turning them. I believe the exact words were They would have died, but then they would have been with God."

In all likelihood, according to Castiel, Esme wouldn't have.

That's what makes this easier for Carlisle, to tell the truth about it.

Carlisle's eyes close momentarily, exhaling, "There's nothing quite like having an angel of the Lord tell you you're wrong."

"He knows nothing of you, of us." Alice steps forward, toward her father. "He has no right. I don't care who he is."

Quickly, for Alice and whoever else has decided to pay attention to their conversation at the moment: "I didn't say I agreed with him, Alice."

"I don't care." Alice says, her voice breaking slightly. "He hurt you, and hurt us as a whole because of that."

Carlisle is...rather at a bit of a loss.

"Uccello," he croons, gesturing to Alice to come closer, tucking her under one arm, "I chose to speak with him. You understand? If anything, I walked into it."

With an attempt at a smile, "We are sort of unique creatures in the universe, my dear."

She still looks like she might cry. "I understand, but still. Papa, he's...insulting you and our family and it's okay. You saved them. You saved me too, and...he had no right."

You saved me too

That more than anything keeps the lightened tone on Carlisle's face. His desk chair isn't all that far behind him so Carlisle moves to it, pulling Alice with him. She looks for all the world like a little girl that needs a hug, and she started off so angry.

Carlisle sits with his arms wrapped around Alice's back for a long few minutes, humming tunelessly in his moderate baritone timbre before speaking again.

"You may understand more than I can explain," Carlisle starts at a near-whisper. "You and I are the only ones here that woke up alone."

She curls against him, her fingers tight in his shirt, her face crumpling at the memory.

Cold and alone and unloved and feeling as if she'd never have a family who loved her. Whoever turned her didn't care if she was scared, it seemed.

"For an angel of God," Alice whispers, "He far too judgmental. He cannot understand."

No one on the outside can.

"I had to speak with him," Carlisle offers aloud, but it's a lilting reply, more like Carlisle is speaking aloud to himself. "When would I ever get another opportunity like that? I am thankful for that at least, even if the conversation was not altogether optimistic."

Alice can feel Carlisle's chin rub against the top of her head, a couple of inches forward from the crown of her spiky hair. "Thank you for checking up on me."

"It is my duty as your daughter," She whispers softly.

He gave her a home, a family who cares. He showed her there was more to life than damnation, long before she ever actually met him. Checking on him, making sure he's okay, being every bit the dutiful daughter is the absolute least she can do.

"I love you, Papa."

It's still different than having turned four people to vampirism.

The thought isn't anything new to Carlisle; he's just never had someone outside bring it into such stark criticism before.

"I love you too, ma p'tite," Carlisle replies sincerely, rubbing the top of Alice's head again gently.

"Tell me about your day, hmm?"

Carlisle-Alice.

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