Author's Note: Hi all! I am so sorry it has taken me so long since my last update, but to be perfectly honest things have been absolutely crazy. So my Christmas (or holiday) gift to you, my readers, is Chapter 10. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or its characters, but I do own this plot and unfortunately Evelynn.

Chapter 10: Thinking of You

Emmett's POV

It had been a month since Ali's accident, and we still had no luck with her recovering her memory. It was hard for us to remind her of things that she had always known, but the one thing that was hardest of all was to watch her growing frustration about the entire situation.

Just the other day, Rose and I came back to my room after a date in Port Angeles to hang out only to find Alice curled up in a ball on my bed crying her eyes out. She hadn't done this since we were young, and it caught me off guard. She told me she came to my room because she needed the comfort of a big brother, but Edward was in his room with Bella, and she didn't want to intrude. Since I was out she settled for curling up on my bed. She tried to leave me with Rosie, feeling bad for having 'intruded', but Rosie and I would have none of that. Rosie tried to calm Alice down as I went down the hall to get Edward. We had talked to her for hours about things that we did growing up. It seemed to cheer her up a little bit, but we could tell the frustration of having to hear the story second-hand when she used to know it herself was still there.

How in the world could we help Alice remember?

Edward's POV

I have been watching with a heavy heart as my sister struggled from day to day trying to remember anything…any little piece of information, but nothing helped her. We tried showing her home movies….all except one. Dad didn't think she was ready to watch her performance from the night of her accident, and I tended to agree with him. If we had to tell her she wrote that song for Jasper without her knowing it initially….who knows what would happen.

Jasper was having a hard time keeping his cool too. He had been the most helpful in bringing back her cheery personality especially when she was having a rough day, but he didn't know anymore than the rest of us how he could help trigger her memory. He had mentioned that she was having slight déjà vu feelings when they acted normally- teasing and goofing off, but she had yet to remember an actual event. Dad said this was a promising sign, but this was mostly guess work. He wasn't even sure if she'd ever fully recover her memory.

About a month ago after spending time with Jasper Alice came into my room looking for answers Jasper would never have been able to give her. Unfortunately, I could and couldn't at the same time. I was hoping for her to remember that she loved Jasper on her own, but the problem was she came to me looking for the answer as to why she didn't date. I felt so bad about lying to her, but I just couldn't bring myself to tell her…not yet anyways. I just wish we knew how to help her because patience and time don't seem to be doing much for her.

Alice's POV

It's been one month since I woke up to find Jasper in my hospital room, and I still have no memories of times spent with him or my family before then. I have done everything I possibly can. I have heard almost every story Jasper and my brothers could tell me. I have been so lost this past month… I can't help but be frustrated with the lack of process I have made. I hate having to hear things about myself from an outside perspective.

I have been sitting in my room for two days coming out for meals and to use the bathroom only. I can't face my family…not while I feel like this. I hate seeing the sympathy and pity in their eyes every time I have to be reminded of something. My phone buzzed against my leg- distracting me from my thoughts.

'Hey, haven't heard from you in a while….everything ok?'

Jasper was such a sweetheart. He really cared about me….how I am doing and all that. Such a good friend…but…but I want more than that…no I've wanted more than that.

I typed out a quick message, 'Yea, everything is fine. Just tired of being patient.', and sent it to Jazz before focusing on my déjà vu.

Jazz…Jazz was my Jasper…Jasper belonged to the other girls. That's why… I went to my computer and looked around in my documents. There should be a…yes…there it is. I double clicked on the file I was looking for…holy crap I remembered writing this…I sat at my computer one afternoon and wrote down all my feelings for Jazz- asking for my chance, but I never did anything with it. I read over it…quietly murmuring the words to myself:

We're only friends,
but at times I wish we were more.

You know what I'm really like & despite this bubbly neurotic personality you seem to like me still the same.

You make me laugh when I want to crawl inside & hide from the world

The sound of your voice makes my heart jump & skip a beat

& with the slightest touch from you it makes me want you even more.

When you laugh it makes my heart flood with happiness.

& when you look at me & smile I become so overwhelmed with emotion that it leaves me speechless

You're the type of man I want in my life: witty, charismatic, generous, caring, inspiring & so much more.

Why are we just friends?
I cannot pretend
When all I want to do is kiss you,

I can't look into your eyes
Cause all I seem to do is spend my time
wishing that you're hand was holding mine...

Even though I'm scared,
even though I'm terrified
I don't really mind

Maybe that's how it starts,
With a hug and a little spark,
Maybe that's how it happened,
Because for you my heart began to soften

So I'm asking can we be more than just friends?

I finished the letter and remembered wishing I had the nerve to send this to him. There was only one person I could talk to this about.

"Edward!!!!" I screamed loudly. It was mere seconds before I heard a door swing open followed by hurried steps, and my own door swung open.

"Ali? Are you okay?" Edward asked sounding a little winded.

"I don't know. I remembered ...something."

"What do you remember?" Edward looking happy, surprised, curious and anxious all balled up in one. It would have been amusing if I wasn't trying to sort out the onset of my sole memory.

"I was thinking how I have been wishing recently that Jazz and I were more than friends, and I got this déjà vu type feeling. It felt familiar and….and I don't know. It just feels like it wasn't the first time I felt that way."

Edward looked…shocked to say the least. I knew he had the answers I wanted.

"Edward, did I not date other guys because I was in love with Jazz?" I kept my eyes on him refusing to give him a chance to come up with some answer that wasn't necessarily the truth.

He took a deep breath before blowing it out in a strong gust. "Yes, you were…or maybe more appropriately are…in love with Jasper….always have been."

I sat back amazed that I remembered as much as I did. Nothing else really stuck out. I couldn't remember being 13 years old or Emmett's antics over the years, but I did remember one very important piece of information. I knew now that the rest would come…in time.

Edward cleared his throat softly to get my attention. "Ali, I think it's time you saw the one home movie you haven't seen yet."

Author's Note: I know, I'm awful ending it there, but it felt like the best place to end it. So Alice is finally starting to get the pieces back! Please leave me a review and let me know what you thought. Again, Merry Christmas!!!