Lifelines - Jasper Hale

One - January 1945

It had been a typical day for Dr Carlisle Cullen. Well as typical as any day could be when your country was at war against the world. The Emergency Department had been relatively quiet. There had only been a few people through the doors that morning. This was not to be expected it was a quiet town with a very small number of people, the ideal place for his not so normal family to settle for a few years. 

He should never have thought too much about it being too quiet. It was after all superstition that when a medical professional even though too loudly about it being quiet, the opposite would happen and mayhem would occur. Yet this was not the normal trouble he was expecting. The trouble where perhaps 10 or so people would be brought in requiring immediate assistance. This was much more different.

"Doctor, Doctor, quick!" A young gentleman repeated over and over again as he sped into the hospital room. His arms were flailing and his breathing was rapid. 

"My boy, what is going on?" Carlisle spoke realising he was, in fact, the only doctor in his department. 

"There's been a crash. An Allied plane has crashed not far from here. " The young gentleman all but gushed out, a look of what seemed as though to be a mixture of shock and perhaps glee adorned his face, for it was not often that they got the opportunity to see an allied plane up close. Carlisle wasted no time to grab his equipment and followed after the boy in front of him. Perhaps it was pure intrigue as to why he followed or his heart was telling him to go that whomever the pilot was was going to be important to him. 

It was not long until he approached the crash scene. It was something he could not have imagined when he was first born. Yet all these years later with the advancements of society, here he was seeing the carnage. The plane's nose was buried in the field it had crashed into. Smoke rose in a black fog which would have choked him if he was like every other bystander around him. Glass from the cockpit was littered around his feet and crunched as he approached. The stench of blood flooded his nostrils and he could feel his self-control slip. 

A body of what he assumed was a young woman laid bent over the steering mechanism of the plane. She was hunched with small burns apparent on either arm. At first, there seemed to be no hope she had made no effort to move and the crash itself seemed evident that she was not alive. He was not going to leave her and turn around because he believed in hope. Part of him still believed in God as he had done in another life. Therefore, he approached even further finally reaching the young woman. 

Gingerly he placed two fingers on her neck feeling a very small, very weak pulse. He knew that if he had been a normal doctor they would have been likely to miss this pulse. He also knew that the pulse was too weak, too erratic. There was not much hope for the young woman in front of him. He realised exactly what he needed to do. 

He could not do it around the crowd which had gathered. He had to do it fast. Without much thinking, he removed the young woman and carried her bridal style away from the wreckage. The crowd around him cheered obviously assuming that the young woman was perfectly alive and well. He was not going to give them answers and walked calmly away leaving them to assume he was taking her back to the hospital.

Once away from the piercing eyes of the public, he used his inhuman speed to rush himself and the young woman to the house where his unconventional family lived. Once, he arrived he was greeted by his wife and two adopted children. All eyes laid on his as he pushed through to the room where he had done this beforehand. 

Within seconds of laying the young woman down, he had bitten into her wrist. It had been one of the few areas where he could get access to quickly. Her barely harmed uniform covered the rest and he had not the time to remove it. After completing his task he left the room to come face to face with his daughter. 

She had a look of steel on her face. She was judging him and his actions for it did not seem as though she would be happy that he had brought the young woman home. 

"She is a war hero, a young woman whose life should not have ended the way it was going to." He attempted to justify

"So she should be subjected to this lifestyle instead?" His daughter questioned annoyance in her voice. 

"Rosalie..." He had begun, though his daughter gave him not much of an option before she walked away. 

They all just knew that they had to wait it out. 

Wait and see what happened. 

Author's note: Hi this is currently undergoing editing and maybe a slight layout change, I'm aware it has sat for two years without input and after rewatching the entire film franchise again I have new ideas but desire to finish this one before starting the next. 

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