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Carlisle-Rosalie.

Carlisle is in the house for several reasons. One - it's a rare sunny afternoon. Two - he doesn't have a shift until this evening.

Three - it's actually quiet. Most of the family is out.

So Carlisle's in one of the sitting areas by a stretch of windows, pen and notebook in hand.

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"Yes. Because Esme would say something like that. About you."

Rosalie is just barely containing more giggling behind her sarcasm.

Carlisle thwacks his book against Rosalie's shoulder, all Respect your elders! without any real force behind it.

"Want to see some of my other ones?"

The giggles come out when Carlisle twacks her. She playfully nudges his shoulder back.

"Sure, I'd like that," she replies both enthusiastically and sincerely, as she leans forward slightly.

He's had most of the afternoon to himself, so there's a selection.

There's not a horrible one of the family, with the crest in the corner. (Edward's and Alice's hair come out just looking like two different length versions of the same haircut.)

There's another of a woman Rosalie may not know in profile with scribbles across the bottom. Next to a pile of gummi bears.

Ooh, big mistake.

"Wait, who's that?" Rosalie asks, touching Carlisle's wrist to stop him from flipping.

Hopefully, Carlisle won't expect her to let this go. Because she's not going to.

"A friend from Milliways. Esme and Edward know her as well.

"She's...unusual."

In an oddly pleasing sort of way.

"How so?" Rosalie asks, genuinely curious.

It could be anything, really. You never know with Milliways. Rosalie is finding herself more interested with the place and the people there, now that she's decided to start visiting more often.

"She's..."

:D?

"Her name is Star. Like...the tarot card?"

Rosalie blinks.

"The tarot card?"

Why would he use that comparison? Rosalie hasn't put the pieces together yet.

"As in. She is the card.

"Or perhaps she's just confusing. I do not know, my dear. But she knows me as very few do, and we have become friends.

"Or at least I consider her mine. To be honest, I have no idea what she thinks of me."

"She sounds... very mysterious," Rosalie notes.

"How long have you known her?"

"Not so long after Bella's appearance in our lives."

But he glosses over too much discussion on Bella - he knows his daughter's mind.

"She knows of my history as well. Trust me, it gets unnerving."

"You mean... you told her? Or she just... knew?" Rosalie asks, blinking in surprise.

"She knew. Apparently she saw, which is much more mind-altering."

Rosalie falls silent. She had no idea there were people like that in Milliways... She starts to have second thoughts about spending more time there.

Rosalie is very rarely, if ever, silent for good reasons.

"What is it?"

Rosalie pauses a moment to consider her words before answering.

"Do you really think it's safe... that some of them know about us?" she asks, her expression gravely serious.

"I think it's a risk, most definitely."

Behind Star's picture is one of the layout of the Milliways infirmary.

"Even with everything that has happened there, I have difficulties believing that the risks outweigh the benefits that can be reaped there."

"Like what?" Rosalie can't help asking.

She glances down at the drawing of the infirmary. That's all well and good for Carlisle, certainly, but in her usual selfish way Rosalie's wondering what good it would do her to go more often.

"So many questions.

"I am a vampire, but I can practice medicine there. Be all of myself all at once."

Carlisle shrugs. "As adept as I am with it? Not having to lie is sometimes a welcome experience."

"I just can't help wondering what the Volturi would have to say about it," Rosalie points out, flat and blunt.

And needed. Carlisle can't begrudge that of Rosalie either.

"They'd most likely be upset at us having discovered a potential asset to exploit before they have."

"Doesn't that just make them more likely to kill us?"

"Rosalie."

Carlisle isn't really sure how to explain this.

"They would have no interest in killing you, my dear. Or Emmett."

Rosalie gives her father a long, intense look. It's almost angry, almost hurt, and somehow confused.

She seems to break out of it, though, before she asks, "How do you know they wouldn't?"

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