Title: Never Again

Summary: Jasper can't stand to see Bella treated so badly by her boyfriend. A hospital trip causes a confrontation that will change lives. Based on the song Never Again by Nickelback. ALL HUMAN

Rating: M for abuse. Maybe Lemons?

A/N: Hello! Forgive me for my long absence. Long story, moot point :P Anywhoo, here is something I've been working on almost non-stop. I hope you enjoy, it's my first Twilight fic but plenty more to come.

This started out as a one shot but then ideas just kept coming up so it'll definitely be several chapters.

Please, read and review. I DO have chapter two ready for take off, but I'd like to know that at least SOMEONE is reading before I get into posting it here.

So here we go!

Jasper lived in a one bedroom one bath apartment. It was nothing fancy, but it wasn't trash either. It was comfortable and cozy, just the way he wanted it. It was perfect.

Well almost. He could hear them again, that new couple 2 doors down. The sound of glass breaking and a woman sobbing uncontrollably reminded Jasper that it was another typical Friday night

Jasper was checking his mail in the lobby when he first met them. The door to Sandy, the landlady's, office opened and a woman stepped out.

"Thanks, we'll start tomorrow!"

She saw Jasper and smiled brightly. He realized it was the girl who had worked at the little shopping mart around the corner for what seemed like forever. He returned the smile and looked her over. The blue jeans were standard for her. (He was sure that she had multiples of the pants, what with the exact same tear in the knee being there every time he saw her.) The brown cowboy boots that adorned her feet were a bit of a surprise to Jasper, seeing as he hadn't taken her to be the cowgirl type. She was in her navy blue work shirt, the words Janie's Quick Stop gleaming at him in bright white. And he looked at her face, he paused in full awe. He was sure that he had never noticed what gorgeous brown eyes she had. They were warm and deep, pulling him in and offering to smother him. She was gorgeous…

"This place is such a dump. You're such an idiot for getting this place without even telling me."

The smile on the girl's face disappeared and her eyes plunged towards the floor. Jasper's trance was broken and he straightened up to his full height in natural response to the man behind her. She blushed in clear embarrassment as he (in what looked like stiff and hideous designer clothes) came out behind her. He sneered as he closed the door. Looking at Jasper, he too straightened up, but he was shorter by at least five inches, causing a smirk to spread across Jasper's face as he turned away to look at the beauty one more time. He was a little shocked to see tears threatening to spill from her eyes as she headed for the exit. The man followed her, his parting remark slicing the air.

"There's all sorts of low-life's living here."

Jasper fought the urge to follow him punch him in the face. He had been in LA for a few years, but he was a well bred, good mannered Texas boy- a nice Southern Gentleman. Though his accent had faded and showed on rare occasions, his values and morals had remained fully intact. He was appalled at the way the man spoke to the woman, and instantly put him on his shit list.

Instead, he sauntered into Sandy's office as nonchalantly as he could.

"Who's the happy couple?" he asked, feigning disinterest, and failing.

Sandy saw the curious gleam in Jasper's eye. He was very interested. "Oh, don't you recognize that guy? He's Edward Massen, that rich house designer," she said with a wave of her hand.

"House designer? That sounds stupid. Not to mention flaming," Jasper spit, unable to hide the dislike he already felt.

Sandy laughed at his sneering face. "Yeah well, the apartment is in the girl's name, so you can form your own opinion on THAT."

Jasper looked at her eagerly, "What's her name?"

"Tsk, tsk! Are you the police? Do you have a warrant for such information? I can't tell you that," she teased.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I guess I'll just have to find out on my own." He gave the best puppy dog eyes he could muster, but was awarded a snort.

"Don't pull that on me, honey! I've got two of my own kids to use that on me. It never works," she said laughing.

Jasper rolled his eyes good naturedly. Sandy was definitely his second mom.

"I'll find out one way or another!" he said, turning to leave.

"Just don't get too deep. Rich people can pull all sorts of strings. You're in Los Angels, remember?"

He threw her an unconcerned look and smiled. Gathering his mail, he headed for the stairs. In all the commotion, he had forgotten to look at what he had. A letter lay on top, addressed in flowing cursive to "Mister Jasper Whitlock." It was from his father.

Bring on the thoughts, please. R+R :) Update scheduled for tomorrow night!

~Momo