Title: Visions Crash
Spoilers: Very slight Eclipse, nothing that should keep you from reading.

A/N: Hi dearest readers!
My very first Twilight piece... I did write three before this one, but I wanted the very first to be something that (to my knowledge) no one had tried before. The ending came out a bit crappy and melancholy in my opinion, but still. I ran it over two people, they said it was readable, so there. XP I hope you'll like it! More to come soon.

Take care!

Trees blurred on each side of the road as a yellow Porsche whizzed over the road at lightning speed. Bags were piled on the back seat and music drifted from the speakers; it was just your typical teenager car.

Except that the teenager inside was actually well over fifty years old.

Pressing lightly on the gas pedal, Alice pushed the speed needle to its limit, her reflexes making it easy not to impale her beautiful car along the curvy road.

As she made her way back home, her mind ran over the various items sitting behind her. She had gotten herself three new shirts and a beautiful skirt to wear for Esme and Carlisle's hundred year anniversary. She had also gotten Jasper a matching outfit, Edward a necklace, Rosalie a stunning pair of heels, Nessie and Bella Mother/Daughter bracelets, and Emmett a tie.

Ironically, Emmett had gotten a tie.

With the words 'Strong Fellah' etched on it.

She hummed along with the tune that played on the radio, slowing down lightly as she did so.

She felt her body stiffen as an upcoming vision made her slow down even more. Unable to push it away, she was instantly submerged in the images that danced in front of her eyes.

A car, wrecked beyond recognition... A scream before an explosion overtook three humans; parents and their one year old baby... Blood, a lot of blood...

Alice reopened her eyes the second of the the impact. It made a deafening crash as her Porsche connected, in the exact middle of the road, with a burgundy Chevrolet. Even her tuned reflexes couldn't bring her car back to her side of the street on time.

The connection was hard, jolting her forward. Her seatbelt stopped her from passing through the window, yet her car was spun wildly out of control. She couldn't see anything but blurs as her Porsche tumbled into a small ravine, rolling over and over in circles, before finally stopping on its roof.

Shock ran through Alice's body as she stared numbly at her broken windshield, ignoring the few shards of glass that were imbedded in her skin and the thick smell of gas that waved through the air. Slowly, she inched back, the seatbelt slicing away from her skin bloodlessly. She barely registered the pain as she tried to get her mind to work properly. So far, the only thing she could manage was confusion.

Her door was bent in an odd shape, yet only a push made it fall off. After ripping the seatbelt from her side, she stepped out of the car, then tried standing up.

A wave of dizziness brought her to her knees. She gasped, the forgotten pain suddenly attacking her viciously. She then made her way up the hill on her hands and knees, still unable to stand.

Sure enough, the other car was totalled. The blood from her vision was definitely present, yet she couldn't even sense a small tinge of desire for it. There was only contempt and pain as she watched the car burn mercilessly. The label in the back window, which marked 'Baby On Board', taunted her and only aggravated her pain.

She had been so close to home. Only one turn and she would've made it.

She wasn't sure how long she had been sitting there when she suddenly felt him stop behind her. His worried face fell in her line of vision, but she didn't register him; her eyes were focussed on the charred remains of the car, unable to detach them.

"Alice," Jasper whispered quietly, reaching over to skim his fingers against her cheek. "Alice, are you okay?"

At first, she considered not even answering him. Then, she considered screaming at him, to somehow take out the pain that threatened to suffocate her. Unable to decide between the two, she simply raised her eyes to meet his gaze, then began trembling.

He moved to kneel beside her, gently bringing his arm around her. His face fell into a frown, hating to see his wife so struck.

Well, struck wasn't an understatement.

She had just killed three humans. She knew that he could smell the blood, thick in the air, mixing with the heavy smoke. Glass still rippled from her skin, falling like small crystals in the stained grass. He took absolutely no notice of those, concentrating instead on slowly brushing the remaining ones from her clothes and hair.

Once he was done, he carefully tugged her closer, tightening his grip protectively. "What happened?"

In a dead, flat voice, she mumbled, "I had a vision... When I reopened my eyes, it was too late for me to go back on my side of the road and–" Then, her voice cracked.

He had never expected Alice, out of anyone else, to be able to cry so hard. Without once shedding a tear, she wept as though her heart was breaking, as if she had lost everything she had. His voice was soft as he whispered soothing words into her ear, stroking her back as she clung onto him.

As she cried, though, she suddenly felt him beginning to tremble. Carefully, she lifted her broken face to his, and her sorrow only intensified as she noticed his equally hurt expression. Her focus had been on the car; she had forgotten that his gift was the control of emotions. Of course he would be the kind of person to attempt taking in all her pain as his own.

"Jazz," she suddenly whispered, shaking her head slowly, "don't do this to yourself. Stop."

He only held her tighter, clearly indicating that they were in this together. Shuddering, Alice only sunk closer to him, gripping his collar tightly as they equally shared her pain.

They remained latched onto each other for hours, simply sitting in the middle of the desolate road, watching the remains of the car sprout smoke. It was past nine when the familiar car made its way down the road at a frightening speed. However, the driver slammed on the brakes, successfully stopping the car before it'd hit the couple.

The sound of the car door shutting jerked them both from their painful trance. Carlisle's figure appeared in the headlights, and Alice heard Jasper's protective hiss. To soothe him, she reached up and gently pressed a palm on his scarred cheek. A sense of worry washed over her, which she figured came from Carlisle; Jasper's emotions were so so intertwined in hers that it was no wonder that she'd felt the pain.

"Alice? Jasper?" He knelt in front of them, his pale face stuck with worry. He took in the remains of the car to his left, then the state of the ravine to his right. He seemed about to speak, but Jasper cut him off.

"Don't, Carlisle. Just go home."

One look at Jasper's worrying face made the older vampire nod. He retreated to his own car, then carefully drove around the couple. Alice noticed his caring glance in the rearview mirror before he turned the corner, yet it did next to nothing to ease her immense guilt.

"Alice?"

She turned around to face Jasper, looking up into his dark, golden eyes. He looked at her for a few minutes, his eyes as piercing as the time when he had told her about his past. His seriousness somewhat intimidated her, though she couldn't tear her eyes away from their intensity. Carefully, he reached down, his thumb stroking her jaw softly. Gently, he said, "Talk to me."

"It's my fault," she whispered after a moment of hesitation. "I should've driven slower... I should've known... I shouldn't drive at all..."

Jasper frowned lightly. "There's no reason for you not to drive anymore." He ignored the guilt-ridden look she threw at the obliterated car. "You've been behind the wheel of a car for years, Alice, and nothing's ever happened. It wasn't your fault. I swear it wasn't."

"Then whose was it?" Her voice climbed as she spoke, somewhat taking an hysterical edge. "Whose fault was it that I killed them? Certainly not yours!"

"There was no way for you to avoid this. Don't think you're a monster or a killer. You aren't." He smiled weakly at her transparent emotions. He knew her so well. "You're perfect. Aside from Carlisle, I don't think I've ever seen someone so compassionate in all my life."

She refused the compliments, somewhat disengaging herself from his arms as she turned back to the car. Suddenly, she felt him press his forehead to the base of the back of her neck as he whispered softly, "They would've died anyway; under different circumstances perhaps, but they would've died nonetheless... It wasn't under your control; you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time... It wasn't your fault, and it doesn't make you a monster..." Then, he added in an even softer voice, "I'll love you no matter what happens."

Those lines only made her cry again. Her insides tightened as she remembered telling him the exact same words the first time he had slipped in front of her. The last time he had shamed himself and couldn't stand to look at her...

Carefully, Jasper took her hand in his. "We should go, Alice. Come back home with me."

"B-but what about the car?" A sudden fear pricked at her mind at the possibility heading to jail. Years of being trapped inside a little cell without animal blood to sustain her thirst...

It didn't take a second for him to answer. "Just follow me. I promise you everything will be okay."

After a painful swallow, she stood up shakily, leaning heavily upon Jasper's arm.

He led her home slowly, even for human pace. She was glad for the rhythm, since it gave her time to think, to prepare herself for the looks she was certain she would receive from her family. In fact, she didn't even look up as they entered the house. The soft pleas of Esme for her to look up went ignored and Emmett's careful jokes did nothing to ease her mood.

She barely reacted when Jasper laid her down on their bed and left the room.

After a few minutes, Alice's body stiffened at the upcoming feel of a vision. She saw Jasper and Carlisle carefully removing every piece of evidence from her side of the road, carefully making it appear as though the Chevrolet had crashed on its own. They were wiping away any piece that might be traced back to her, including every shard of her precious Porsche.

He was back before she had time to start crying again.

"Thank you," she whispered quietly.

His face was peaceful, though she knew he was once again taking her sorrow into him. Carefully, he sat down on the edge of the bed, and she crawled close to him and placed her head on his shoulder.

"Will it really be okay?" she murmured meekly.

Jasper smiled and tightened his grip on her, before beginning to rock her quietly. Even though she usually refused any aid of his, this time she leaned int othe waves of calmness he sent.

To answer her impending question, Jasper murmured gently, "Yes. I promise you it will, my Alice."

Weakly, for the first time that night, Alice smiled.