Everyday Moments Of Perfection

A/N: Little bit of Alice-y angst. But very minimal. I did say this wasn't all going to be fluff. Cough...just the ending. What?! I can't do without my Jasper/Alice fluff! :)


He sensed the pain before he saw her.

His Alice, his beautiful Alice, sitting on the end of their bed, holding a cutting of a photograph in her hand, her small frame racked with sobs that she couldn't show.

Jasper's heart sank as he felt the emotions emanating from her; pain, sharp and cutting; grief, soft and mournful but no less potent for that, and desolation, making Jasper feel cold to his very core. Immediately, he was at Alice's side, strong arms clasped firmly around her. Her reaction was instant; almost instinct. She buried into him and sobbed harder.

Jasper stroked his wife's back and cooed, "Shh... doll," whilst trying to alleviate her pain with his power.

Alice stammered through dry sobs, "I'm sorry, Jasper, I just..."

"No, no," whispered Jasper softly, trailing reassuring kisses along the side of Alice's face. "You don't have to be sorry. It's alright..."

Alice clutched the photograph in her hands tighter. It was black and white, creased, depicting three people. A man and woman, holding hands, and a younger girl, with light-coloured hair.

"It was in the records," Alice said quietly, seeing Jasper looking at the thing she held so preciously. "They were my... family. But I don't – I don't remember anything about them. I only know their names."

Jasper looked at Alice sympathetically and held her tighter in his arms, her face buried in his blond locks. She reached to touch his face and sighed into his head.

"It's stupid, I know. It's just…it's been so long. I didn't know anything about them before and now…"

"Now it's different," Jasper finished for her. "Believe me, I know exactly how you feel," he said, eliciting a small chuckle from Alice.

"I really am sorry," she said, looking at him earnestly.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. Seriously. Do you have any idea how much angst I had to deal with when Edward and Bella were dating?" Jasper said, his face mock-serious.

A growl could be made out from next door, following by soft female laughing. "Sorry about that, Jasper," Bella shouted from next door.

Jasper rolled his eyes and helped Alice to her feet. She was now laughing shakily. "Yeah. I'm sure my emotions are a breeze compared to that drama-fest of a couple next door."

"Got that right," Jasper said, pulling Alice into a huge, soft hug. "What do you want me to do? I can help you find out more about them if you want-"

Before Jasper could finish his sentence, Alice put one small finger on his lips, stopping his sentence short.

"No. They were the past. Yes, they were my family, but that was my human self. I thought I needed to know... but I don't think I do. This is me… now. You are my only love, and this is my only family."

Jasper smiled and took Alice's lips into a passionate kiss. They were so swept up in their emotions they didn't notice the door open. Edward and Bella were both standing there, Edward with his arms crossed over his chest and Bella with a smirk highlighting her full lips.

Still touching Jasper's lips, Alice clambered for the door, and closed it in their faces.

Reluctantly, she pulled away from Jasper, who had a dream-stricken look on his face, to scowl at the door.

"Even if they are a pain sometimes."

Jasper's eyes twinkled suggestively and Alice was pulled back to her lover's soft lips.

Soft tinkling laughter could be heard from outside the door.