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“Drive belt, right. Well, it looks like you’re keeping busy.” He was glad that she had found something to do that was keeping her content enough in the city. Had it been possible, Carlisle’s face would have paled further at her words. “Not quite.” He offered. “What he did is far from okay. But it’s done now.” He insisted. In all their years, Carlisle and Rosalie were the only members of the family that hadn’t slipped up, but these things were easier to cover up before technology had advanced to what it now was. Carlisle supposed that was now their biggest issue in ensuring the accident was suitably buried. “But I meant what I said; now is not the time for infighting. You can go back to sniping at him all you like, but we need to make sure we’re safe first. If the authorities trace it to us, or if the Volturi catches wind…” He didn’t want to finish that train of thought. Their lives would be over in a flash.

“I remember.” It had been a far from pleasant time for anyone, but it had helped Rosalie heal, so Carlisle couldn’t argue it. “Edward has always been… sensitive. Perhaps I have been too indulgent of him.” He always had been, at that was his problem. Edward had been Carlisle’s way out of loneliness, the first step towards the family he had so desperately wanted, and Carlisle had allowed that need to temper himself. He had been so frightened of being alone again that he had never been able to find it within himself to be more forceful with the boy, and by the time the rest of the family came around… well, he was too set in his ways by then. “We can’t hang him out to dry, Rose.”

Rosalie at least gave Carlisle the respect of listening to him, more than she’d given Edward since the incident. “So I need to be nicer to him because if we get caught, you want him to think ‘well at least my whole family loves me and no-one is still annoyed about the whole reason we’re going to die’?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow, the expression on her face giving a clear response as to how she felt about that line of logic. “Me being angry at him isn’t going to speed up him being found out. If I was really mad I would have given the Volturi his address but he’s still walking around the last time I checked. Give me a decade or so and maybe I’ll give him a break.” Of course Rosalie didn’t really want Edward dead. Most of the time. They were family, and she would fight to protect him if it came to that, but she didn’t think that playing happy families would help anything.

A quiet and derisive short laugh left her at Carlisle suggesting that maybe he had been too lenient with Edward. Yes, she knew that he would have protected all of them if they had made a similar mistake, she didn’t doubt it, but if it had been any of the rest of them it wouldn’t have been allowed to get as far. “I’m not asking you to, Carlisle. I’m not suggesting for a moment that we abandon him or let him do anything stupid, which is apparently harder than we all thought. But you can’t expect things to just go back to normal. What he did was reckless and stupid and endangered all of us. It was selfish. I think I should be allowed to be angry and stay away from him as long as I need.” She took a moment, turning her face from the other and composing herself. “We could all have died, we could all still die, because of him. I’m not just going to forgive that.”

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Edward expected Rosalie to be pissed. Out of all the Cullens, she was probably the most angry of the lot, which was saying something considering how his leg of the trip with Jasper and Emmett had gone. She was icy and flat-out hostile toward him since they all reunited, and Edward would bet good money on saying she was purposefully making sure she didn’t have to see him (not that she was being subtle about it).

He should have expected the shove against his chest, but whatever small hope that had been in his chest was enough to keep him from seeing the action in her thoughts and ended with him flying back nearly a foot and a half before he caught himself. “You shoved me out, so I’m out,” he said slowly raising his hands up in a surrender. “I’m not expecting you to say everything’s okay, Rosalie, but could we talk? Please?”

She didn’t think her attitude would be a surprise to Edward. She’d had very little tolerance for his dramatics before the incident, and it wasn’t as though that would miraculously get better because he’d ruined all their lives. Really it was a blessing for him that she’d been avoiding him because she couldn’t have guaranteed his staying intact if she’d had to spend more time with him.

Rosalie sighed in annoyance when Edward caught himself and didn’t end up on his ass, but it had only been a very small hope. She stood with her arms crossed in the doorway to her garage, fury almost burning from her eyes. How dare he come to her garage, her place of work and force her to see him. “Talk? About what? Do you want to rehash how you endangered our whole family by being an idiot with no self control? Or how when I said I’d kill her to protect us, I was overreacting but when you do it - somehow we all have to cover for you?” Rose tilted her head to the side, expression mocking. “Are you having problems wrestling with the battle for your doomed soul? Because I moved out so I didn’t have to keep hearing about that.” Several more insults came to mind as she spoke, but she knew she didn’t need to verbalise them all. He’d hear. “Truly though, I didn’t know that you not hearing someone’s thoughts would drive you to murder. I guess we should all be glad we’re open books, right?”

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He didn’t need Edward’s telepathy or Jasper’s empathy to know that Rosalie was still angry about what had led them to New Orleans. In some ways, he understood her ire - she had been against it from the very start - and he knew that she had rarely had time for Edward’s dramatics, but Carlisle couldn’t help but feel that enough was enough. It was done now, and there was little any of them could do now except for weather the storm that was on its way. Hearing the metallic sounds of clinking, he stepped into the garage, searching for the blonde woman between the cars. “Rose?” He asked softly. “It’s me.” 

“What are you working on?” He asked, leaning against the car opposite, hands in his pockets. What would be the best way to start this? Rosalie was smart, she would know that he hadn’t just popped in for a chat. Clearing his throat, more so out of habit than need, he began. “I wanted to talk to you about Edward. I know it’s been hard… uprooting our lives again… but try to forgive him. I’m not saying you should be friends with him, I’d be foolish to suggest that after this long, but we need to stick together if we want to see the other side of this. Infighting won’t solve anything.”

She couldn’t help but feel that this could all have been avoided if they had just listened to her. She’d known that the Swan girl was going to end up being a problem and she’d had the perfect solution. If she’d killed the girl, they wouldn’t have had to move because she wasn’t an idiot like Edward was. When she heard Carlisle enter the garage she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. As much as she would like to think he was there to visit her just because he enjoyed her company and knew that really, she was the best of all his adopted children, she knew that it was almost certainly to do with Edward. Poor, fragile, Edward who couldn’t stand even a little bit of human blood without freaking out.

Rosalie lifted a hand in salutation as he came in, continuing to work under the hood of the car, waiting for the inevitable. “Changing the drive belt - it’s just a normal maintenance.” She knew Carlisle didn’t really care about the car though, and she wiped off her hands before turning to face him when he cleared his throat. A slightly bitter smile curved her lips as soon as he mentioned Edward’s name, at least she knew she’d been right. “You want me to forgive him? Take your approach and gently pat him on the head and tell him it’s okay that he put us all in danger and risked our way of life just because he’s not better at controlling himself than a teenage human?” She shook her head, it would have been funny if it hadn’t been so awful. “Five humans, Carlisle. Five men who I had more reason to hate than Edward could have had towards that girl. I didn’t drain any of them, I didn’t leave a big vampire trademark behind. I was a newborn. Edward has no excuse for fucking up this bad.” 

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If Emmett was mad at Edward for what happened, then Rosalie was livid.

Edward knew this, and yet he still made his way to the garage he knew she owned and ran, hands shoved deep into his pockets and hood pulled over his head. New Orleans was bustling with supernatural activity, he knew that, but he couldn’t get out of the habit of covering himself up to hide who he was–not when there were tourists around. Their new home wasn’t as cloudy as Forks had been, either, so covering up more was necessary overall. Probably one more reason for her to be mad at me.

He’d avoided her as best as he could, at least for a little bit, but he figured it was probably enough time for her to cool down a smidge. Edward loved cars, and mourned the vast number of (very nice, very expensive) cars they had to leave behind when they went on the run. Rosalie loved cars too; maybe he could start mending their relationship through them. That was his hope, anyway, as he got closer to the place and peered in through the open door. “Rose? You in there?”

Rosalie was certain that there were no adequate words to describe how angry she was with Edward. Forks might not have been her favourite place in the world but they had been safe. She had been happy. She’d had her cars, she’d had Emmett, and Edward had almost been tolerable instead of the annoyance he was almost constantly. Of course, that hadn’t lasted long and it was all his damn fault. Honestly, it was laughable; Carlisle’s favourite, the poor sensitive soul, and he had ruined everything. One girl and he’d lost it. She’d killed five men and not tasted a drop of their blood. He was pathetic. 

Her garage was the bright spot of living in New Orleans. She’d had to start again on the projects she’d had to leave abandoned in Forks, but she was doing what she loved and it was remarkable the things people would idly say when she worked on their cars. It was keeping her informed. Rose thought it was probably one of her customers’ footsteps she heard approaching the door, and she was halfway to a smile when she heard his voice. She was at the door in a moment, hand on his chest to shove him backwards. “Get out.” It was almost a growl, her eyes narrowed in anger.

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