A/N: Hey guys, this is my second alone story, but third if you count the colab story, which I know you will. Oh, wait, 4th if you count the Christmas one-shot that I posted and have taken down.

Anyhow, the story needs a name. I've got a few, but I want YOU to decide for me. I'll put a poll on my profile right away.

By the way, this is a possible J/B story. I'm not sure what direction it's going to take. The beginning here hints at it, though it may just be them becoming better friends. It may or may not turn into anything romantic. More than likely it will, but I'm not entirely sure about that tinsey winsey little detail.

Thank you to Flor for beta-ing yet another story pour moi. Tu es fantastique!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight. If I did, BD would have a better ending than the one it did.

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Chapter One: Fully Alive

It had been three months since he had left me. I hadn't been able to do much since then. Mostly, I sat in my room and stared at the wall. Everything I did do, I did without noticing my surroundings. It was as if I were in autopilot. Usually, I was a very observant person, but lately, I hadn't seen anything. Things just blurred together – in my opinion, I wasn't missing much, anyway. This dull town seemed even duller without him.

Tonight – for some unknown reason – things were starting to get a bit clearer. I was able to notice the way that the snow looked as it fell. Earlier, I had noticed the way the snow sparkled when the light hit it just right. I sighed, thinking about the way their skin sparkled in the sunlight.

I heard the soft purr of a sports car's engine. I got up and looked closer through the window. I rubbed my eyes with my hands, and opened them again, making sure that I wasn't hallucinating again.

Nobody in town owned a sports car. The only people from this region that had one at any point were the Cullen's, but they were long gone. They hadn't lived here for three months. Looking even closer, I noticed that it wasn't just any sports car; it was a silver Volvo – it was his car. I flew out of my room, and ran down the stairs to the front door.

"Bella, is everything okay?" I heard Charlie ask, concern heavy in his voice. Obviously, my sudden transformation from slow moving 'zombie' to fully alive person in a span of only hours shocked him.

Hell, I would have been shocked as well if my child, who had been in a waking coma for the past few months, suddenly displayed signs of life. I didn't grace Charlie with a response, as I was already out the door. I rushed over to the Volvo, miraculously not falling on my butt in the process. I was hoping that he would at least say hi; even give me a kiss on the forehead...

When I got to the car, I looked through the heavily tinted windows, and saw something completely unexpected.

There was a Cullen sitting in the car, but it wasn't Edward.

This Cullen had blond hair, and was quite tall. This was the Cullen who had almost killed me three months ago. Heck, he wasn't even known as a Cullen in this small town; Jasper Hale was sitting on the road at the end of my driveway, driving my lost love's car.

"Hello Bella, how are you tonight?" He asked in his southern accent.