January 1921.

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Carlisle and Edward are walking to the hospital. The second semester is starting for Edward and Carlisle will be in surgery most of the day. A new procedure, and challenging - Carlisle has been attempting to minimize his near-obsessive concentration on it for at least a week.

With only minimal amounts of success.

"...and with any luck, I'll be closing by four."

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Carlisle sees the flash of bronzed hair and he beams. He can see Edward here and he slows - has to, need to keep up appearances of wanting something more than to have Edward in his arms in full color -

another step though, and it becomes all sepia tones.




"No."

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It's all there. Even with the things he needs to relay.

He can see himself, when the door floods open, surprise and relief around the serious edges. Then it's gone, instantly, and he catches the shift of his expression layered over Carlisle's as it dwindles fast into sephia and then deepening shadows.

Edward growled, low and sharp and far from human, with the glass door still swinging closed just behind him. Someone was there, playing games with them.

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Meanwhile, Carlisle is trying his hardest not to hyperventilate.

I came when I saw again and now its happening again no no no

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Edward is very careful not to touch anything in the first few seconds. Whatever it was would not be so lucky as Carlisle's office door.

Forced himself to walk down the steps, rigidness emanating what sight could manage to see and sound wouldn't as his eyes scanned the outside now. Pressing outward trying to hear the sound, the faintest stirring it had been.

"Someone else was here."

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"God."

Someone with a power. To strike Carlisle blind.

Whenever he is near Edward. Or the hospital. Possibly both; the two loves of Carlisle's life.

I've never met someone with that gift. Something that specific.

And it could be stronger; this could just be a beginning.

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What happens Carlisle would miss entirely.

Edward reached out to touch Carlisle, something between just to touch me and to fall back into the necessity of guiding, but his thought -- even the implausible reasoning of it -- alone sees Edward's hand never connect but come back down to his side.

"Whoever it is or was, they were in your office. I had only just missed them."

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"We'll find them."

This is easier now. Anger. How dare they?

Carlisle hesitates for a second but stretches his hand out in front of him. Even without needing it to get home, he needs to feel Edward nearer to him.

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Edward's hand is there as soon as he reaches. Though he does have to look for contact, when the blackness is overlapping except for the sensations of need and emotional reactions rippling.

He doesn't have words, but his fingers slid into Carlisle, tight and hard around his.

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They'll find whoever it is.

Carlisle just wants to go home now, though.

Somewhere on their way Carlisle kisses Edward's shoulder to feel him near. It's enough for the moment.

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