Hey guys. So all of you have asked for a different ending, so here it goes. It started as a one shot, but I'm thinking it'll be a full story. There will be a prequel in EPOV, showing what went down with our favorite boys' feelings.

It's kinda short, but I needed to get it out there.

I forgot last time, so here it is: DISCLAIMER. I don't own twilight or the characters. If I did, it would be boy love and would not be PG. ;)

"I'm so sorry..."

The doctor stopped speaking as loud sobs broke out from everyone in the room. He held up his hand to quiet them down and continued.

"He's in a coma. He's alive, but barely. Now all we can do is wait."

Silence. Fog. Numbness.

Where the hell am I?

Jasper tried to move, but found his limbs to be heavy and slightly numb. That didn't stop him from trying, while also recalling how he had ended up here.

Wherever the fuck 'here' was.

He tried fighting the fog a while longer until he was exhausted. Finally giving up, at least for the time being, he decided to explore a bit. After traveling through the fog for some time, he decided to sit in the emptiness around him.

Resting his still weird-feeling limbs, he closed his eyes and concentrated in remembering how he ended up here.

What was I doing? How did I end up here...?

He straightened up with a gasp as the scene played through his mind in a loop.

The last thing he heard before losing consciousness was a shout of his name on the other side of his door, accompanied by other word he felt too tired to decipher.

With a final smile on his face he knew no more, just as his door opened and the voice of the man he loved yelled

"JASPER!"

Edward. Edward had been in his house! He had... He had seen him in his last moments...

Well, at least I know he'll get his letter. And it's not like he'll care, he hates me.

Tears came to his eyes as he realized he would never see those green irises he loved so much. Even narrowed in hate and disgust they were beautiful.

He checked his environment once more, seeing it just as empty as the last time he'd checked.

Well, it's white, so maybe it's heaven? I always envisioned hell as red.

An episode from south park he had watched with Edward last month ran through his head and he chuckled out loud.

"Wonder if Kenny's there" he mused, and then snorted at his rambling thoughts.

"A few hours of solitude and I'm already losing it." He shook his head and rested his back against the tree he was sitting next too. It took him a moment to realize that there was a tree. He jumped to his feet with a rather loud exclamation of

"What the-?"

The previously empty landscape had become the little meadow he and Edward had frequented as kids. There was the small stream they swam in, and the wild flowers they picked up for their mothers and his little sister.

He suddenly looked at his hand. It felt warm, as if someone was holding it as a lifeline. He heard movement from the clearing and instantly forgot the weird sensation.

In the middle of the clearing, in a defeated stance, stood Edward. He was just as beautiful as he remembered him, with his wind-blown hair and strong jaw he was every bit of the God he was considered in school.

As Jasper continued staring at his lost love, Edward raised his eyes to his. Jasper couldn't help the gasp that escaped him as he watched the tear tracks and red rimmed eyes Edward now showed. He was still frozen when Edward collapsed into himself with wracking soul wrenching sobs.

He stood and carefully approached the now sobbing man.

"Edward...?"

"Please. Please. Please"

Edward was now rocking himself back and forth, repeating the same word as a mantra.

"Please. Please. Oh God, PLEASE!"

Jasper very carefully lowered his hand onto his shoulder.

"Edward? What's wrong?"

The man continued with his plea, completely ignoring Jasper. He knew he should be mad with the sobbing man, but his heart broke with each desperate word from his pink kissable lips. Just as he was about to lower himself to the ground to try and break the man from his despair, Edward said the words that made everything clearer.

"Please wake up Jasper, please! I'm so fucking sorry, so fucking sorry. I love you please, you have to wake up. They say you may not, but please! Oh God please let him wake up"

He continued sobbing brokenly before disappearing from the meadow, leaving Jasper with his hand in mid-air and painful realizations crushing his chest.

Edward loved him, despite everything, he loved him.

He was unconscious, for how long, he could only guess.

And there was a chance that he wouldn't make it.

Well, at least now I know why it felt as if someone was holding my hand.

With a sound that was half-laugh, half-sob, he sank to his knees.

At the hospital sitting in an uncomfortable chair next to a still figure in bed, a young man with bronze hair gave up in his desperate please and succumbed to sleep, never noticing the tears shed by the blonde haired man.

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