A/N: These aren't very long, but their Jasper and Emmett's respective versions of their conversations with Edward from the untold scenes in Moonlight Sonata. I'm not entirely happy with them… but here you are.
Brothers
Jasper
I wasn't sure at first if Bella would let me have the time alone with Edward that I had asked for. She wasn't dumb- she knew that I didn't just want to talk to my brother, but I was counting on the fact that she held some anger for him still. I really hoped she did…
Luckily for me, my hope wasn't in vain. She gave Edward a quick kiss on the cheek, then glided out of the room. I waited until her soft footsteps had faded and I heard the door down stairs shut, before I spoke to Edward.
"You really hurt her."
"I though I was doing the right thing, Jasper," sighed Edward. "She's far too good for me."
"She is," I agreed. "If you deserved her, you would have never left in the first place. I thought she was going to relapse, you idiot! I thought she was going to go back into that comatose state again- she nearly did!"
Edward winced at my words, but I was in no mood to take it easy on him. Edward was my brother in every sense of the word, but Bella…
Dammit, but Bella had a way of weaselling her way into your heart. You didn't even realize she had done it until you were prepared to rip off the head of your own brother, just because he made her sad.
"I thought she would get over me- move on and find someone else… hate me, like a normal person would," Edward told me, running a hand through his hair. "That's what she should've done."
"Bella is hardly normal," I pointed out, my voice dry. "You wouldn't have fallen in love with her if she was."
"She's one of a kind," Edward agreed with a fond smile. I could almost feel the love oozing off of him. I hoped I didn't have that ridiculously dreamy look on my face when I thought of Alice.
"She is," I agreed. "So why the hell were you dumb enough to leave her behind? What if she had moved on? Can you truthfully tell me that you would be able to watch her with another man and be happy?"
My words had touched a nerve, I could tell- one of the perks of being an empath.
"I would have tried," he replied. "I don't know if I would have succeeded- but dammit! I would have tried as hard as I could if it meant she was happy."
"You're lucky she's stubborn," I told him. "Or else you could be heart broken right now."
"Is there a point to this?" snapped Edward. "Because if there isn't, then we should go."
I shrugged.
"If you want to get to the point that bad…" I replied, trailing off at the end so that I could bring my fist around to punch his nose.
"Fuck!" he swore. "What was that for?"
"Bella managed to become a younger sister to me while you were gone- and Emmett for that matter," I replied. "It's only natural for us to not want to see her hurt- and that's what you did."
Edward didn't seem to have a reply to that, so I hauled him towards me by his shirt.
"We've been members of the same family a long time Edward," I told him. "And I will always consider you a brother- but if you hurt her like that again, I won't forgive you- even if she does."
Edward glared at me.
"I can accept that you feel protective of her Jasper, she has that affect on people, but maybe you should leave it to the two of us to figure out."
"I could," I replied. "But threats always seem to get the idea through better- and she's entirely too forgiving. I just wanted to make it clear that you'll be facing some tough times from the rest of us. Bella's kind, and you damn near broke her."
"Don't you think I'm kicking myself enough for that?" Edward snarled.
"No," I replied. "I don't, but we don't really have time for me to show you exactly what you deserve, so we'd best head down to Bella."
Edward muttered darkly under his breath as he exited the door, and I could feel the resentment coming off of him. He didn't really have the right to be resentful. He had hurt the woman he loved- not me, and I didn't think he was being hard enough on himself.
So I decided to show him just how hard Ithought he should be kicking himself.
