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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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"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?"

Carlisle doesn't. Not really. He can't guarantee anything when it comes to the actions of the Volturi, or any of their whims when it comes to Carlisle's family.

"You haven't done anything against them."

"We will have if we tell people what we are," Rosalie objects immediately.

And then, almost as though it were an afterthought...

"Besides," she swallows-- her voice is too soft; it seems to come out with difficulty. "You're missing the point."

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Carlisle just arches an eyebrow to wait - he doesn't want to assume.

Rosalie's embarrassed, or maybe hurt, so she gets a little defensive.

"You're acting like I wouldn't care if anything happened to the rest of you," she accuses, her voice a little higher in pitch than normal.

Carlisle's mouth opens, then closes again.

He had been.

"I apologize, Rosalie. That had not been my intent. I guess...I want it to be okay. Milliways. Even with everything that has happened there."

Looking back at the sketchbook with a sigh, "I like that people know me."

Rosalie can never stay irritated with Carlisle for long. She's never figured out why-- maybe it's the way he tends to turn the other cheek like that... But she can't bring herself to mind, either.

She sighs, heavily. And gets up off the armrest to kneel and lean over it, resting her cheek lightly on Carlisle's shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she admits, unable to look at him. "I'm just... worried." She adds, with difficulty again, "I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Thank you, Rose," Carlisle mumbles into the crown of hair so near his own.

"Between you and Esme, I fear for those who would act against us."

Rosalie just closes her eyes, settling ever so slightly closer into her father's arm.

She can't help thinking that only someone who was purely evil would intentionally hurt someone like Carlisle. At the same time, she thinks about how grateful she is for him and Esme and the rest of their family, even if it's more people to worry about.

But she's not sure she can admit that out loud.

The good news is that she doesn't have to.

"What are you going to be doing with yourself for the rest of the day?"

She exhales, and sits up to look at him.

"I'm not sure," she admits. "Emmett won't be home for another couple of hours."

After a pause, she asks, "How about you?"

"Esme may demand I get my hands dirty for once."

How boring. Gardening.

Rosalie notices that he doesn't seem to thrilled. Also, she's not sure she likes the idea of being bored in the house by herself, so she asks, "Would she let you off the hook if you and I were doing something?"

"She might forgive me.

"What are you thinking of doing?"

"I don't know yet. We could do anything, really... take a walk, or a drive, or even just sit here and watch a movie. Or I could play for you," she suggests, indicating the piano.

"Just tell her I was lonely and needed you to spend time with me."

"I vote movie."

Another one of Carlisle's great ideas:

"Midway is coming on? Or you could pick something you might actually watch and enjoy."

Rosalie laughs lightly as she walks around to sit beside him.

"No, that's okay; this is just an excuse anyway." She smiles and hands him the remote.

Carlisle turns on Turner Classic Movies; Midway starts five minutes after.

Ten minutes into the film, James Coburn isn't even up yet when a handful of dirt plunks hard against the window.

Rosalie instantly turns, curious to see who it is.

By the time Carlisle and Rosalie's attentions have turned to the window, the culprit(s) have vanished.

"Now you see what I put up with," Carlisle heaves a bemused breath, as though he actually cared about being interrupted.

"Should we act like we didn't hear anything?" Rosalie suggests, mischievously.

"I think so."

Esme is looking a little too intently into the tilled earth of her gardens, and Carlisle smirks at the back of her hair.

"How rude."

"Hmm..." Rosalie bites her lip, trying to think of a way they can get back at Esme.

She can't think of one, at the moment...

"We can always redecorate for the fifteen seconds she'll let us get away with it."

"It'll never work."

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