Hi guys! I've decided to do a story based on our beloved Jaspenor, strictly focusing on the two of them. As I've discussed with a few people there just aren't enough scenes with the (finally happy) couple! It's understandable, with the little amount of time they have per episode with such a huge plot going on. But we need more dang it! So I'm portraying what I think took place 'behind the scenes' that the camera didn't show.

There will be some plot changes illustrating how I think it could have gone in certain areas. This will be a lighter story compared to my other works.. I absolutely love the theme this season of the two not going through constant drama/being torn apart. BTW, they better not screw that up in the finale on Sunday! :p

As always, please follow/comment let me know what ya think. And of course any ideas/requests of where you'd like to see it go as this is a work in progress.

Feels good to be back, happy reading. :)

There is no such thing as second place. Either you're first or you're nothing.

"U-N-A-N-S-E-R-A... B-L-E, unanswerable." His tiny voice trembles.

The young blonde keeps his clammy hands firmly clasped together. He's grateful for the bright light that shone in his eyes preventing full view of the crowd. He was fully aware that all of the parents of those on stage were in attendance. That is, except for..

"I'm sorry, Jasper." His third grade teacher solemnly speaks into the microphone. She's wearing a bright red blazer matched with a tight fitted pencil shirt. The familiar set of friendly eyes and somber expression makes his stomach churn. "That's incorrect."

For a fleeting moment he's relieved that his father was not among the audience. For weeks on end Jasper had imagined this moment perfectly. How it should have gone. He was to return home with the first prize medal. Surely his dad would have taken notice to a large shiny trophy once he got home. His dad was accustomed to liking 'shiny' things.

But he failed.

No medal, no trophy, no recognition.

Second place. More like first place loser.

"Ahem." A high pitched voice to his right telecasts across the auditorium. Susie, one of his classmates, takes a glance at him with a snarky expression. "U-N-A-N-S-W-E-R-A-B-L-E, unanswerable."

The crowd roars into applause as she correctly spells the final word.

Instantaneously Jasper feels an unwelcome knot form in his throat. Fighting back tears he glances over to his teacher who is clearly sympathetic. Lacking a mother figure in his life he always admired and looked up to Ms. Smith.

Come on Jasper, don't give up on us buddy.. heart rate!

72 BPM doctor. Stable.

Oxygen levels steady.

"Cheer up Jasper," Ms. Smith bends on one knee grabbing on to each hand. "You did your best. You'll get it next time." A warm tear escapes his eye clearing his vision temporarily. Although he disagrees the young boy nods his head in compliance.

"What's this?"

Jasper's heart does a steady free fall as his teacher pivots the crumpled piece of paper in his right hand. The distressed frown on Ms. Smith's face sends him into a mental spiral.

He had been caught.

The middle aged woman stands to her feet with the crumpled ball of paper now in hand. She motions him to follow behind stage. The background noise of chattering trails behind them.

"I thought we were beyond this, Jasper." Ms. Smith delicately lectures folding her arms. There's a burning sensation that courses throughout his chest. Seeing the look of disappointment on her face is disheartening. "You're too intelligent to be cheating again." Shaking her head, the teacher unravels the ragged clip taken from a magazine.

Jasper awkwardly shifts in place awaiting her response. His cheeks are a scarlet red and his breath is hitched in his throat.

"Is this..?"

Ms. Smith's head tilts to the side in confusion. Her face naturally lights up as she recognizes who the picture is of. The right side of her mouth raises smirking to herself.

"Is this Princess Eleanor Henstridge?"

Jasper? I'm here now, okay?

I'm right here baby.

"I-I don't know. I-I just found-found.." Jasper stumbles over his words as his teacher exposes his good luck charm right before his eyes.

For as long as he could remember he watched the Princess from across the world in admiration. Sure, she was beautiful. But it was more than her appearance.

He saw a large part of himself in her. She was kind yet reserved. She was intelligent yet cunning. A longing for acceptance, the 'ugly duckling' of the family.. being forced to do things that they didn't necessarily want to take part of.

A lost soul.

And he didn't feel so alone.

Jasper. Please. Wake up.

Come back to me.

A bright light, as luminous as on stage at the spelling bee, consumes Jasper's eyesight once again. But this time he's laying on his back on a hard mattress and pillows that had a chemical smell to them. The room is essentially frigid.

It feels as though he had been impaled on the left side of his abdomen and he's gasping for air. The room was slowly spinning and he feels sick to his stomach.

"He's awake!"

A squad of nurses and doctor's surround him like vultures. Their eyes are wide and a sense of relief is evident across the bunch.

Jasper moves his hand toward his stomach but is quickly stopped by a firm hand.

"You have been shot, Mr. Frost." A brunette man in scrubs with a friendly face delivers the harrowing news gracefully. "You're lucky to be alive."

Wiping his face with his free hand Jasper lets out a tense sigh which irritates his abdomen. His grey blue eyes pan back and forth across the ceiling as though he's reading an excerpt. At the moment, his memory had gone to shit. Trying to piece together the events that had taken place he lets out another uncomfortable sigh.

He was with.. King Robert.. downtown London..

Before he has the chance to complete his thought someone bursts in the room scattering the nurses from around him.

"Jaspuh?"

The recognizable raspy, shaky voice matched with a heavy British accent graces his ears.

And then it hits.

She came back for him.

The doctors and nurses disperse leaving the two to their privacy.

Eleanor placates both palms on either side of his face demanding eye contact. It's hard for him to focus on her face as his vision is blurred with tears. She doesn't say another word before lowering her mouth to his, her soft pillowy lips connecting with his. A few tears of hers drop on to his cheek as she raises her face above his. Her pained expression slowly dissipates as reality settles in.

Jasper was going to be okay. And nothing else mattered in the world.

A hint of a smile graces his lips as reality for him settles as well.

Eleanor was home. And nothing else mattered in the world.