(Will be posted 2 chaps at a time)
A/N: This is part 6, the last part of the 'Gone' series. Short-Story. Twilight Saga AU
Disclaimer: Twilight and its characters belong to S. Meyer. Otherwise, the rest is my musings on an AU.
I was beginning to feel more than a little burnt out, but I knew I'd make it to the end of my last semester here at UNT. It had been a long slog since High School, but I've made it, through the Associates Degree and now the Bachelors. I had decided in Mid School that I wanted to be a profiler and was determined to make it happen. I wasn't even all the way there but at least now I could get some actual hands on real work with the up and coming placement I had secured for the next 2/3 years.
At present I was sitting in the cool late afternoon sun, writing up some notes and revising some earlier work. Today has been Dec 8th, 2011, the last day of classes and I was just taking a breather before heading back to the dorm to prepare for reading day tomorrow. I closed my eyes and turned my face up to the weak dying rays, sighing to myself and just relaxing. That was when I heard some idle chatter nearby, I wasn't paying any attention until I heard the most deliciously sinful southern drawl I'd ever come across and damn I was studying in Texas I've heard a few.
It seems to sinuously caress my skin as it passed over me, my heart was pounding and my pulse racing, shit I was getting turned on by a total stranger's voice. "Come on Jazz, man, why we here?" I now overheard, " I don't know Em, Peter said I'd find somethin' to my likin' if I was here today, at this time, Damn him. But what?"He replied and the sound slithered over my skin making me shiver, not with the cold but desire.
This is ridiculous I thought to myself, get a grip Bella it's only a goddamn voice, granted a delicious, smooth dark chocolate sort of voice. So I stood to leave as two guys came round the corner and stopped dead staring at me. I couldn't believe my eyes, it was 'The Cowboy' from Forks High my first day there. He was, at last, wearing the right clothes, hat and all, he looked fine mighty fine. "Cowboy?" I said tentatively, expecting him to not know who the hell I was. Just cause he had starred in all my best fantasies through Uni, didn't mean he would remember me from all that time ago.
We never actually spoke back then, well I spoke he nodded that was it. Oh shit, I profiled them, a bit of nervous showing off that day and anyway they left right after unexpectedly. So why would he remember, not everyone has such a good memory as me, it's damn near photographic, but not quite. Now I think about it, they both looked exactly the same, yeah a different style of clothes but otherwise the same. Wow awesome gene pool they came from, seven years has made little or no dent on them.
"Well, well, look who it is Em the profiler from Forks," he said slow and easy, it oozed over me like melted butter and I automatically rubbed my thighs together. His eyes met mine as he took in a sharp breath and said "Very nice!" as if he knew what his voice was doing to me. I dropped back down on the bench mesmerised. The big guy laughed saying "Looks like Christmas came early for you Jazz". He slapped him on the back and walked away leaving us alone.
"Jazz!" I queried, "Yeah, Emmett calls me that but it's really ..." he says and I finish his sentence "Jasper". "You remembered? That was a long time ago" he states. "Well you were a memorable family" I laugh and he joins me "Yes, we were, 'The Brady Bunch come undone' so to speak" then he sniggers at an obviously personal joke. I really can't believe he's here, not Texas, I mean with that accent where else would he be, but here in front of me after all this time.
"How have you been? the family all well?" I asked just for something to say and he laughs again, answering "That's a story for another time darlin', but yeah as far as I know they're all just fine and me I've been reconnectin' with my brother". He settles down beside me now long legs stretched out in front of him like he doesn't have a care in the world. My body reacts instantly to the close proximity, my heart speeding up and my breathing sounds like I've just become a really bad, cheesy porn star. Wow, I think to myself, if he could bottle this shit, he'd be a millionaire, many times over and then some.
"I'm not makin' you nervous am I sugar" he drawls, the breath I'd not noticed I was holding rushed out and with it, my uncensored answer " No, the complete opposite actually. Have you always oozed sex appeal or is this just for my benefit?" He turns and looks me right in the eye, his hand comes up and tucks a loose strand of my hair behind my ear, "Sorry darlin' didn't realise I was projectin'" he said in a low silky voice. God, damn he needs to stop that before I become a puddle on the sidewalk.
This close my brain was cataloguing the difference between us; His touch is cold, mine is not. His skin felt really firm and mine is soft. His eyes are like molten gold, changing and darkening as he watches me, mine are brown and to me boring with no depth. He has an amazing scent, it's like sin and sex, but it's outdoorsy and healthy, it's so damn moreish. He's the palest Texan I've ever seen, but I'm the freaky albino from Phoenix, not so different there then.
The other thing I glimpse is a pattern of scars crisscrossing the parts of his body I can see and shit! they look for all the world like bite marks! "Exactly, What and Who are you really Jasper? You look like a man in his early twenties, but act so much more mature as if you'd lived a long time. By the way, don't think I didn't notice neither you or Emmett seemed to have aged any and don't tell me your surname's Hale cause she is no more your sister than I am!" I blurt out.
Peter's 'Just Knowing Shit' is the original brainchild of fanfiction author 'Idreamofeddy'.