A/N: First one shot takes place in the middle of chapter 23. "Memories" in the fourth book Breaking Dawn. If you haven't gotten there yet, this will make small sense.

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Disclaimer: Ok so this is fanfiction. Get it? "Fan" as in, of a fan, not an owner and then "fiction" as in -- I don't own any of what Stephanie Meyer owns. Including Twilight's characters and storyline.

"You're being unfair." She said, standing eight feet away, her petite frame planted firmly on a branch below mine. An irritated growl ripped through my throat, and I turned my head to the side, squatting down lower on my branch, my hands tight over my knees.

"I don't understand." I said tightly. "I can't - understand."

"Nobody understands Bella." Alice said. "Jasper, she's always been different."

I could feel her determination radiating against me, and her understanding. Her emotions were familiar and comforting, like stepping into my favorite room. Still, I couldn't help my own emotions.

"It's not normal." I growled.

"Neither are you." Alice said, suddenly landing on the branch next to mine and sitting down, now about two feet away. "Neither are any of us. In case you haven't noticed, not too many other vamps have decided to pick up the cardboard diet... and even fewer of us have these special little tricks you and I do."

I fisted my hands into the bark, taking some ounce of satisfaction at hearing it snap off beneath my hands. "Alice, she's so… tame. She's so…" another growl slipped out of my throat. "I can't stand it!"

Alice shifted her weight on the tree branch. "Stop being jealous, Jas. It's a very unflattering quality on you."

I roared at her and she waited patiently for me to finish, without even a blink. After I had vocalized my rage, I let my head drop into my hands. I exhaled completely as I could, and then I refused to inhale again, forcing the feeling of physical discomfort. I felt the warmth of Alice's love start to smooth over me. It was so gratifying but at the same time...

"How can you even feel that way about me?" I said softly, tightening my grip on my head and still refusing to inhale.

"You know how." She said, sounding vaguely annoyed.

"… I don't belong here." I finally admitted what I'd been thinking for so long. "It's not easy for me to be around humans. I can't even walk into the school cafeteria without the putrid smell of their food to balance out the blood lust. I don't belong with these people – with Carlisle… "

"You belong with me." Alice said with so much conviction and sudden emotion that I was almost overwhelmed by it. "And I belong with them. Therefore, by the distributive property of belonging-ness, you also belong with them."

I looked at her for a long time, and her pretty little face remained set like cool, beautiful marble. After a while of holding her gaze I turned mine back in front of me and leaned forward until the top of my head was pointing straight to the ground. And then I let myself fall. It would have killed any human, to fall from such a height. And it would have broken any human's arms, to catch their landing with a handstand like I did. I held myself upside down before I finally allowed myself to fall onto my back, flat on the forest floor. Above my head, Alice was still crouching on the tree branch.

Feeling the frustration well up again, I closed my eyes tightly. I could barely hear her land beside me, but her emotions came to the ground with her, warm and soft and so damned sure of everything.

"Jasper, don't you see how unfair it is to compare the two of you? You have had such a different past from Bella. For God's sake, you were in the Civil War before you were even a vampire. And then you had that whole newborn ordeal with Marie and the newborn wars – don't you see that it's unfair for you to expect to be able to escape your past and nature so quickly?"

I grit my teeth. "But she's socalm, Alice." I said. "She handled an infant today."

"Yeah, her own infant." Alice said. "I hate to remind you, but you handled her too, remember?"

I cringed. The anger and frustration was gone now. In its wake was only a resigned sadness. "I don't know, Alice, I just-"

Whump!

I blinked in surprise as before I knew it, my wife had slung me up by the collar with one hand and pinned me up against the huge oak I had been crouching in only minutes before. I could feel the bark digging against my back and her smooth, small hands pressing hard against my collar bone.

"Jasper Whitlock Hale." Her bright gold eyes glittered. There was a sudden, hard and playful edge in her now one that I recognized, and instantly made me hungry. "In case you managed to miss this: I love you. And I have loved you for over the past half of a century. And I will love you for hundreds more. Because you're my favorite."

I smiled faintly as she came in closer until her devastatingly gorgeous face was only inches from mine. "Don't insult my taste." She said, smiling. "Because everybody knows that Alice Cullen has flawless taste."

I laughed quietly and allowed her to pull her face to mine. Before I could keep track of time, she had pushed my buttoned shirt open and had her small hands gliding all over me. It was enough to drive me slightly insane. And her mouth, intoxicating and smooth, was impossible to leave alone.

I would give Alice one thing - her taste was flawless.