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Summary: Jasper loved his family. He had a great life but his past wasn't about to let him go. There were dangers lurking around every corner and the only way he can protect the life he has come to know is to remember who he truly was. Jasper/Bella AH, OOC, Mature.

Chapter 1: Reality or Not

Jasper, 2006

The prison transit bus pulled to a stop in front of the gates of the prison that would be my home for the next…I didn't give a shit how long. We sat there for a while and then we were moving again after the gates were opened to let the bus inside.

I was promptly loaded on this bus after my second court appearance for emergency sentencing.

As soon as my gunshot wound got patched up at the hospital and I had woken up to a reality I didn't want to even want to fathom because it couldn't be true, I was brought back to the court house. It was frenzied. The truck was there, burning a little and a lot of emergency services were around. Most people seemed to stop moving when I was unloaded from the prison van and made to walk inside from the front again. I felt like a zoo animal on display but it didn't bother me as much as it should. I just wanted to get this over with.

On my way inside, I kept thinking Bella was playing a trick on the enemies we had. Maybe she came up with this 'I'm dead because I got blown to bits bit' to escape Agent Collins. You couldn't work and no one would be looking for you if you're dead, right?

But if Bella did plan this, then Agent Collins, Mr. D, had to know. That bastard didn't look like the type to let much escape him. He might even have been the one to get her to do this so she would be indebted even more to him.

I didn't like that at all. I wanted her gone. Escaped with my baby so they could live better life without the violence.

Who was I kidding? What was I thinking? This wasn't true. Bella was in that…she was in the truck and it blew…it blew up.

No!

This was a plan. Bella was fine.

My mind kept going back and forth on this. I knew what I saw. I just refused to accept it because Bella was smart. It couldn't be. It just couldn't.

When they finally got me inside, dragging me before the same judge who had dealt with my previous sentencing, they made the mistake of having that bitch I had attacked in there with me. Siobhan, standing as my attorney again, said the skank was from the FBI and she was Agent Lauren Mallory.

Admittedly, I still felt a little out of it from whatever they injected me with to calm me down. But as soon as I saw the bitch enough of my strength returned and I tried to attack her again. It took about five or six guards to restrain me while the judge spoke. Her words about Bella being my whore and her 'good riddance' comment after the explosion and Bella's possible demise, kept ringing in my ear.

The judge told me he found me disgusting and I was something lower than human to attack Agent Lauren Mallory of the FBI. I told him to go fuck himself and that this Lauren Mallory was a skank bitch who was sucking Banner's dick for promotion. I didn't know if it was true but it felt good to say that shit. Especially with how shock the bitch looked when I said it in her direction. Her eyes popped out of her ugly head like she thought I was a fly on the wall when she was down on her knees in front of that slimy bastard, Banner.

The judge again reprimanded me. But I didn't care. I told him none of the Agents in the room were half as good as Bella or James. Compared to those two, the rest of them were useless and disappointing.

In the end, I had said enough to get judgment passed on my ass again and I was given ten more years on my life sentence with a possibility of parole in now 40 years instead of 30.

It didn't bother me one bit because in my mind I was already dead. If I chose to accept what happened outside, the last look Bella and I shared before she got in the truck and it blew up afterward, I was already dead.

While they took me away Siobhan said she would keep fighting. It wasn't over. She was saying shit like that. But the look on her face was saying something I couldn't decipher. My thinking was clouded with grief. And whatever she was willing to try wouldn't get me what I really wanted.

It wouldn't give Bella back to me.

She was gone.

The doors of the bus opened and the guards began to order us inmates around. Shouting like fucking drill sergeants, these assholes thought they were getting somewhere. I wouldn't be moved. If they thought I was going to fall in line, they had another thing coming. One came over to me, shouting his stinking breath in my face, ordering me to get up and move my ass. I scrunched up my nose at his bad breath and asked if he was sucking that much dick that his breath smelled like ass. His eyes bugged out and he grabbed me up by my collar, getting in my face.

"Listen here boy, you're gonna be mine!" he said, still breathing his unsavory scented breath in my face.

I felt like I was going to catch something from him just talking to me. "Get out of my face STD breath!" I told him. "I don't want to catch something from your stank breath. Stop giving the guys rim jobs and go and brush your teeth!"

I knew I was cruising for a beating. But I didn't care.

I was practically thrown from the bus. The other prisoners were looking on and I guess I had to establish who was going to be boss around here during my stay. If not that, they I wanted them to stay away from me. For their own safety. My mind wasn't in a right place. And I wouldn't care who I took it out on.

Starting now.

While the stink breath drill sergeant guard shouted at me to get up off the ground. I slowly took my time, rising up. I was on my knees when he said, "You better get used to being on your knees or bend over 'cause that's all a pretty boy like you will be doing."

Oh fuck no! He didn't go there.

He was chuckling. But I wasn't laughing. I had chains around my ankles connected to my handcuffs and he was too far away so I took this slow, dramatically playing out getting up and when he got aggravated by my sloth attitude he stalked over to me, getting close enough for me to strike. Some of the other guards weren't close to us and the few that were close were preoccupied with other prisoners so I had the perfect opportunity to hurt this motherfucker and I took it.

When he got close, I kneed his ass in his balls repeatedly much to cheers of the prisoners, taking the son of a bitch down. As he fell, I kicked him in the face over and over again with swift powerful strikes to break the fucker's face.

I was tackled to the ground by his co-workers and lifted up and taken inside. The prisoners shouting and cheering and I was cussing every last one of the guards carrying me.

I was unceremoniously dumped on the ground. I fought off any guard that got too close. But I was eventually overpowered and stripped and searched. The female guard who gave me a cavity check enjoyed that shit way too much. She must be their skank. After she was through while trying to rough me up, I was hosed down like a dog and then given a few minutes to dress. I was dragged to collect my number and belongings such as pillow and sheet and then taken to my cell which was surprising. I expected to go to the solitary after attacking a guard like that

But I realized why I was sitting in my cell when I was visited by the warden and realized that it was an old pal of my father's.

Charles Blake was an okay guy. He was a 6"1 in height African-American guy in his early fifties with a really good sense of humor.

"Goddamn it, boy," he said as he came into my cell and took a seat on the bunk bed next to me slapping me on the back. "You just couldn't come in here without causing a ruckus, could you?"

"He was talking trash and his breath almost made me pass out," I said with a shrug.

Blake laughed heartily. "Listen, kid, I know you and I owe your old man a great debt I will never be able to repay him." A while back when I was younger, my pop helped Charles get out of some serious trouble and he hadn't forgotten Dad. "He's a good guy." I gave him a look and he laughed. "Yeah, yeah, I know. When your pop wanted to be, he was a good guy. Anyways, you're here with me now and he isn't around anymore. I'm sincerely sorry about that, kid."

"Thanks," I said solemnly. It was weird. Pop and I couldn't see eye to eye when he was around and now that he was dead and gone, I wanted nothing more than to talk to him. To ask him about anything. To tell him about Bella and the baby. To see him with his grandkid.

I'll never have that.

Because of Aro.

Charles and I went on to talk. He told me about what my stay at his prison could entail. He joked about not being around as long as me since he was an old guy, but he wanted me to be careful. He wanted me to stick around for a little while longer.

"Be careful about whom you befriend in here, and who you make your enemy, you hear me?" He sounded like a good uncle, warning me about the dangers of the world in prison.

I already knew what I was going to do. I knew what I wanted. I just had to make sure of something first.

"Banner?" I asked. I didn't need to say anything else.

Charles bristled at the name. Yeah, he knew about that snitch bastard.

"He's headed here, right?" I inquired.

"He is," Charles said with a chuckle. "You got…" I gave him a look and he didn't go any further. "Got you, kid."

After Charles left me the day turned into night with me sitting in my cell. I thought about everything. But mostly, I thought about Bella.

I think she would have made a beautiful bride.

My first day soon turned into my first week and then my first month in prison. None of it passed without me getting into some fight or teaching some punk a lesson almost every other day. By the end of my first week, I had a gang rallied around me. I had noticed the segregation of the inmates. Hispanics to Hispanics, Blacks to Blacks, Asians to Asians and the Aryan Brotherhood who thought I would have made a good addition to their cause. But I made it very clear that I didn't follow anyone, I was a leader. When my words weren't enough and they tried to gang up on me in the showers thinking a gang rape would put me in my place, my attacker, who lost an ear because I bit it off, learned through my fists and feet stomping in his face that I didn't follow, I lead.

My gang was diverse. I had just about every outsider from any one of the races under this roof working for me. Even the two new additions to the prison, Embry and Paul. They were fucking huge! Both stood at least 6" something in height and were built like pro wrestlers. They were Native Americans and came from a sleepy little town I was familiar with called, Forks, in Washington. These guys were from a gang I was very much aware of because of Bella. It was run by her friend, Jacob Black's father, Billy Black.

Was it a coincidence that these guys were here and decided to join up with my gang and wanted to watch my back?

The side of me that chose to believe Bella was still alive thought Embry and Paul were here at Bella's beseech to watch over me until she could bust me out of here.

While the side that chose to believe that she had died, just thought it was my girl's way out watching out for me from the beyond.

Did I believe in spirits or ghosts and all that shit? Was it a little crazy to? I didn't care. As long as it made me think about Bella and I didn't feel like ripping my heart out of my chest, I was okay with it.

The other day I got a present. After being sent here, I anxiously awaited Banner's arrival. I swore I was going to kill him as soon as I saw him. But the fucker got his shit delayed or diverted some way how. He got sent to another prison and I was down Charles' neck about why. Charles told me, yeah, I got that much pull I could have a meeting with the fucking warden whenever I wanted. At least for now. I didn't know who they were going to send when Charles had to leave.

Like he said, he was an old guy. He wasn't going to stick around for the 40 years I had in here.

He said it was bureaucratic shit and Banner had some pull and he was scared to come here.

Of course he would be I thought while Charles told me this. I was here. And if I betrayed me I would be afraid of me too.

So I had to wait.

I passed the time with reading and hanging out in the yard. I worked out daily and would shoot hoops with the guys and talked shit when I wasn't beat the shit out of motherfuckers who crossed me or guards who thought it was okay to offend me. That shit got me sent to solitary a lot. I used my connections on the outside to hook my gang up with things like bitches to fuck and Oreo cookies. They were always worrying about me. Wanting to know if I didn't want to partake.

Why would I?

I mean I tried. I was getting head from one of the bitches my guys on the outside had sent, and I had to stop her and run her out.

She wasn't who I wanted. I felt like she shouldn't even be touching me. The love I had overthrew the need to get off.

Besides, every time I closed my eyes I saw Bella. I saw her smile. Heard her rare laugh. She was haunting me. I dreamt about her a lot. A lot of them were of her and me watching her stomach grow as our kid grew safely in her womb. And then the dream would end and I would wake up to the reality of her being gone. It would tear me apart. Sometimes I would let out an anguished cry and tear my cell apart. Other times I would sit up silently in bed, just willing myself to go back to sleep so I could see her again.

Today was a hard day. The morning had started off with me dreaming of Bella.

She was standing by this window, the sunlight shining beautifully through it highlighting her beautiful form in her summer dress with the hem swimming at her ankles. I walked up to her, wrapping my hands around her and her round stomach.

"It won't be long now," I said in her ear.

She chuckled lightly. "Just a few weeks to go," she whispered.

I turned her to me, smiling as her dark eyes took me in. Staring into her eyes sometimes made me feel like I was staring into an abyss I was more than willing to get lost in.

"What?" She laughed.

"What?" I repeated with a smirk.

She laughed again. "Why are you staring at me?"

"Because you're beautiful," I replied with ease because it was true.

"Quit it." As usual she didn't believe me. She moved to step away but I held her tight.

"I mean it," I said with conviction. "You're beautiful."

"I'm fat," she countered.

"And beautiful." I smiled.

"I'm annoying," She tried again. "And stubborn, disobedient and very violent."

I laughed. "And I still love you so fucking much. Oh yeah, and you're beautiful."

"You're a fool," She was trying to hurt me to make me stop complimenting her.

"Who is in love with the most beautiful woman he has the pleasure of knowing."

She smiled and pulled me into a kiss.

I opened my eyes as the tears freely ran down my pillows.

She would have almost been nine months pregnant. My kid would have almost been here. It would have been any day now.

I thought about smashing my cell but I had something better in mind. I think it was a good way to relieve the stress I felt. Since he had been sent here a couple weeks ago and had even formed alliances already with some fuckers I didn't like, I think it was only right to take my frustration out on him.

The people he rolled with had stabbed and killed one of my guys in a riot their asses started about two weeks ago. I spotted Banner during the fights that broke out and I was going after the bastard but I got caught up in a fight and he got away.

If he hadn't, he would be dead by now. I would have killed him during those fights.

By the end of it some inmates were killed including one of my guys.

But today would be different. I wasn't ready to kill him yet. I just wanted to beat the shit out of him.

I waited for the perfect moment and it came while we were in the showers. I spotted Banner and I made a move. Embry and Paul were flanking me and moved with me. We started a fight and I got to Banner. He looked frightened as shit to be face-to-face with me and I loved it. I punched the bastard in the face, hearing something crack and listening to him holler like a wounded animal as he held his broken nose. I wasn't satisfied. I needed more. He needed to hurt as much as I did.

So I beat his ass into oblivion and I didn't stop hitting the bastard until they dragged me away. The guards took me to solitary naked, kicking and screaming. They threw me in there and threw my clothes at me, slamming the heavy door shut.

I paced the room for a bit then put my pants on and slid to the cold floor, feeling a little better.

Bella, 2006

The dream was so real. He was here. I knew it. But when I opened my eyes, he was gone. I sighed and sat up in bed, leaning my head against the headboard. I desperately wanted to get out of here, but if Carlisle caught me taking a step outside of this room, he would run my ass right back to bed.

He was such an asshole. But I needed him. He was my doctor. And I should listen to what he says. I really should. I was just such a disobedient bitch it wasn't even funny. He posted guards outside my room like his son, Edward, or his daughter-in-law, Leah. There was also Rosie but she was away on assignment but promised to try and make it back for the twins' birth.

Yeah. Twins. Girls.

When Carlisle told me I damn near passed out. I was nervous enough about fucking up one kid's life and now I was going to have two.

I needed Jasper here with me.

A tear fell from my eye and I swiftly wiped it away. I knew that as much as I wanted him here. I couldn't have him. At least not yet. And even when I could, I wasn't sure he would ever forgive me for what I had done. I didn't mean to do it. But it was the most believable thing I could do in front of them all. It was a huge risk I had to take. I wasn't about to take the stand in Banner's case so they could pin their bullshit on me. Banner made his bed and thought he could work with gangsters, take their money, feed them with information and even get good agents killed and he wouldn't pay for it? I don't think so.

My brother died. Jasper was heading to prison and his ass would walk scot free and he would be secretly thanked for his service and sent home with his under the table pension. I knew how this shit worked. They would discharge him and ridicule him in public for the audience of those who chose to believe the hype. In private, they'd laugh with him and pay him off and send him on his way with neat little package.

That wasn't going to happen. I wouldn't allow it. And I wouldn't become the scapegoat. I wasn't bound to appear so the defense couldn't do shit about it. And I would be gone before they could request it. It was just the way I had to be gone was what hurt the most. I knew it was going to kill Jasper. But I had to do it. Dad was right when he came up with the plan. Jake was ready to execute it.

We may not be able to get rid of Agent Collins yet, but we could get the FBI off my back if they thought I was dead.

I knew this when I went to see Jasper and it burned me not to be able to tell him our plans but his part had to be played out by him without his knowledge. It had to be real. I didn't doubt that Jasper could fake it if I had told him what we were planning. But Charlie was adamant that we keep him out of the loop.

I hated it.

Charlie and I argued a lot about it and almost came to blow. It was Rose who proved to be peacemaker as she stood between us. She didn't agree with Dad wholeheartedly but she told me we had to do it his way. It was some shit about not wanting to lose me. And then I remembered Jamie. Dad was still hurting and he just wanted to protect us. He wasn't sold on my relationship with Jasper but he knew I didn't care for his opinion on it. He couldn't tell me who I could love.

So I did things Charlie's way and I let Jasper think he had gotten through to me when he spoke threateningly to me at the Detention Center. I hoped he knew that I wanted to break his nose for grabbing my throat like that. He was lucky.

The door cracked open and Leah peeked inside.

"Oh, you're awake," she said.

"Yeah."

She came into the room and took a seat on the edge of my bed with a deep sigh. I didn't have to ask. I knew what her deep sigh meant.

Jasper had gotten into trouble again.

"What did he do this time?"

Since my 'death' and Jasper was treated from the gunshot wound to his shoulder and he sent to the USP Marion in Williamson County, near Marion, Illinois, he had been up to no good. From day one, it was fights and severe beatings of inmates and guards who had crossed him. He has been sent to the solitary more times than I could count.

I was almost nine months pregnant and a part of me couldn't wait to get to the next phase of my plan; getting Jasper out of prison before he died in there. We had eyes on him. About two of Billy Black's boys, Embry and Paul, were 'sent' there for their crimes. It was all a part of my plan and they would be 'leaving' when I got Jasper out. It was the deal I cut with Billy Black myself.

Dad was pissed when he came back from a sting operation and found out Carlisle, Edward, Leah and I had travelled to Forks, Washington from our new home in Boulder, Colorado to meet with Billy.

I slept through most of the travel to Forks. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept remembering the day I broke the man I loved. Siobhan said he was like a beast. It was the worst she had ever seen him. They had further charged him for attacking Lauren and threatening to finish what he started in open court. He told the judge to go fuck himself as he added ten years to Jasper's sentence. He would now serve life in prison with the possibility of parole in 40 years.

My heart plummeted when she told me. I almost passed out. And I ended crying my heart out on Carlisle's shoulder that day. I had broken his heart and I felt like my heart was shattering along with his.

I fell into depression. Leah and Edward tried to get through to me. Rose and Dad. But I listened to no one. In the end, it was Carlisle who got through to me. He reminded me of the hopes Jasper had for me and the baby I was carrying for him (before I found out they were twins) and told me I should live for that because it was what Jasper wanted. And when he thought that wouldn't do, Carlisle added, "You could always bust him out of prison," He had said with a shrug.

I wanted to. "Yeah, I could. But I don't want to do it and make him a fugitive."

"Yeah," Carlisle said with a pensive look.

Then it was Edward who came up with the perfect idea.

"Then we kill him," he said.

"Like Bella," Leah added. These two were like two peas in a pod. But it made sense.

"We can't blow up the prison," I said with a chuckle.

"No, but there are ways to make a live man appear dead," Carlisle said.

"Let's look into those ways," I had said to them.

Billy was very welcoming. It felt surreal being back where I grew up, but I didn't have the luxury of being nostalgic. I was here on a mission to get Jasper out of the bind he was currently in. Even if he had to work with me while I did the government's dirty deeds for Agent Collins, I didn't care. I wanted him with me and our child. I had promised him. And despite his lack of confidence that I'd be able to pull it off, I was going to get him out of prison if it was the last thing I did.

And I was going to make him untouchable. He would not be a fugitive. We weren't going to run. I wasn't going to give Agent Collins, Mr. D, the satisfaction. I needed to be on top of things. On the right side of law… for now. At least until I got my hands on Aro and Renee. Then all bets would be off. But first things first, getting Jasper out of prison.

Billy Black welcomed us on the reservation. I introduced Carlisle, Edward, and Leah as good friends and family. Leah looked shocked at my admission. But she smiled letting me know she liked it. I didn't waste any time. I got right down to business while Billy joked around with me about getting caught by some charmer, referring to my pregnancy. He knew more about Jasper than I initially thought.

Then again, I shouldn't have put it past him. Billy was an inquisitive kind of guy.

"Billy, I need your help," I said to him. He offered me a glass of lemonade he had gotten up and poured himself.

With a smile, he said, "What does Charlie's little honey bee want of Uncle Billy?"

Billy had a sick sense of humor. He could be laughing with you one second and whooping your ass the next with a smile on his face.

"I need people watching Jasper's back."

"You mean Jasper Whitlock?" He teased.

"Yes," I huffed. I wasn't in the mood to mess around but Billy was and I had to oblige if I wanted him to hear me out. "How do you know Jasper?"

"Well, I don't know him personally but I hear the boy is a force to be reckoned with. Damn good at what he does," Billy said in what I could only describe as admiration. "Its pity what happened to his family. His brother and father. Aro Volturi, your real daddy, he did them in, right?"

And there it was. Another one of Billy's traits. Taunting you until you cracked so he could have fun at your expense. Carlisle chuckled and joined the conversation. "You know quite a bit from out here in the middle of nowhere," he said snidely.

That wiped the smile off of Billy's face. "You're lucky I like your 'cleaning' work, Carlisle."

"Or else what?" Carlisle goaded Billy. "You'd have your boys tune me up?"

Billy pulled a gun and pointed it at Edward's head. "No, I could take something precious from you though," Billy stated.

I pulled my guns and pointed them at Carlisle who had his gun pointed at Billy's head while Leah had her guns trained on the guys blocking the door and our way out.

We were all in a stand-off. All of us ready to take out the offender.

"Alright, stop!" I shouted. "I'm not here for this! I need a favor, Billy!"

We were all silence while we watched one another, wondering who would make the first move.

Finally, Billy smiled. "Fine," he said, lowering his gun and I lowered mine in good faith. Carlisle and Leah were reluctant to follow suit but they eventually lowered their weapons too. Edward sighed and shook his head, walking out. "Let's talk," Billy told me, inviting us to sit down and have a chat.

"I think he got close to Banner, or Banner got too close to him and Jasper lost it and beat Banner's ass in the shower," Leah informed me.

I chuckled and shook my head. "He's going to send me into labor!" I rubbed my protruding stomach feeling movement from his babies.

"It'll be any day now anyways," Leah said with a smile. "You look like you're about to pop."

"Ha ha," I said humorlessly. "Someday this will be you, you know, Mrs. Cullen…I mean Masen."

"Whatever, Mrs. Whitlock…I mean Hale," Leah said and caught herself, rolling her eyes. "I hate the new name shit so much! But yours isn't that much of a stretch."

"You mean 'Hale'?"

"Yeah." She smiled. "It's Jasper's nana's name so that's good."

I smiled. "It is."

Leah stayed with me for a while until Edward called her away. I teased them about going off to make my babies some company. Leah gave me the middle finger, but Edward just smiled. Yeah, he was going to charm his way into her panties.

I got out of bed. I was hungry. Which was every other minute. I walked out of the bedroom I hoped to share with Jasper and was about to head downstairs when I walked right into Carlisle who must have read my mind because he had food. I loved him at times like this. I couldn't even be mad at the hard look he gave me as he directed me back to bed.

"You're on bed rest," He reminded me.

"I know."

Carlisle shook his head. He knew arguing with me was futile. Instead, he chose to check my vitals and made sure everything was going okay. We were prepared for a home delivery, but if we had an emergency beyond Carlisle's ability, we would head to the hospital. But I hoped we would be okay.

When I bought this ranch compound all I had in mind was what life would be like here with Jasper and our family. We would be living in the 'big house' as Emmett liked to call it. It was a brazen purchase for someone in hiding, but I didn't care. It was bought with my money, some inheritance from Jamie, and money Jasper had set aside for me to have access to when I went into hiding. Carlisle helped me access it.

With it, I bought the compound for all of us under the name 'Hale'. The home Jasper and I would share was a five bedroom, five bathroom log cabin style home. There were three smaller homes on the property. Edward and Leah were in one. Carlisle had his home and medical practice, though he had no outside clients coming to him, he worked at the hospital in town. And the last home belonged to my sister and Emmett. Jake would stay with me whenever he visited. His home was in Forks, Washington. Like his dad, he wasn't going to leave there.

This was home. So I wanted my girls to be born here. I wanted to see them for the first time in this very room I was in. I had found myself bonding with them even though the prospect of being their mom scared me, I knew I would love and protect my girls to death. And if anyone tried to hurt them, I would stop at nothing to make them pay.