A/N: I had chosen one of the prettiest songs I think I've ever heard for the theme this chapter. Cartel's Save Us, if you haven't heard it, check out the link on my profile. But then I thought of a better song, Dagger by Slowdive. So you get two songs this chapter.

Sorry this chapter took longer than I expected. Its shorter than usual, but I wanted to get something to you. I struggled a bit with getting this on paper, but here goes. See you at the bottom

BPOV:

I awoke with a start. Was awoke the right word? I knew in a way that I was sort of dreaming, but everything in front of me was grounded in reality. I didn't physically belong here, but this dream world was mine, from long ago.

And then it all rushed back to me, a tidal wave of distant memories. They were happening so fast as they played in front of me like a video stuck on fast forward. But as they sped past me I felt all of the emotions held within them, remembering that which was lost to me for some time now.

I lingered a little longer on one memory, the day when everything changed.

I was lying in a field. Things here were even greener than in Forks. If you would have asked me yesterday, I wouldn't have even thought such a place was possible. I was taking in the beauty and trying to commit it all to memory. It was the only place I knew and it would be a long time before I ever saw it again, if I even did at all.

My eyes were closed as I happily soaked up the sun beaming down on me. When I heard steps approach I smiled, especially when I opened my eyes and saw the bottle of whiskey in his hands.

"Kieran. My saviour." I found I wasn't surprised to hear my voice take on a recognizable Irish lilt, or that I greeted Trip by another name. It all felt right.

"I aim to serve. Thought we could use one last good drink. Who knows what kind of slosh they have where we're heading." I smiled as he responded in a brogue that reflected my own.

I was surprisingly calm. I was leaving everything I knew behind, but I was okay. The United States. It offered promise to so many others, maybe it held hope for us too.

It was a time of great Famine and our country folk flocked to the new world in the thousands. We could blend in easily while we escaped, even though we fled something starkly different. It was also reassuring that the disease that flourished on the crowded ships offered no real threat to us.

We laid there, not really speaking, taking turns drinking straight from the bottle.

It was no different than the millions of other times that the two of us had drank there together in our lives. We'd had years of practice after all.

I looked into the end of the bottle, shaking it in vain. I threw it backwards over my shoulder into the trees before curling up with my head on his stomach.

He decided to break our silence. "Don't you feel like we should be doing something to mark this momentous occasion? We're changing destiny here." I laughed, considering briefly that maybe we weren't changing it but rather finding it.

"What are you insinuating there Kier, that you would take advantage of a lady on the cusp of a new life, intoxicated and full of nerves?"

"Who is this lady you speak of?" I jabbed at him playfully and he continued. "And it's not taking advantage if all participants are willing." He raised his eyebrows suggestively as I laughed.

We both knew it was a joke, not that it wasn't something we had tried 200 years earlier, back when we were much younger. It had been well established though that we were too much like family to do that again.

The modern part of myself, watching the scene play out in front of me couldn't help but laugh. I found it ironic we had to go through the same experience again many years in the future, in our new lives, just to come to the same conclusion.

The moment was interrupted as we heard approaching footsteps and both took a deep breath, looking to the trees. As Charlotte stepped forward I greeted her with a smile and her long forgotten name. "Honora."

She looked back at us. "Kieran, Bedelia." My name rolling off her tongue was familiar but distant at the same time. "Sorry to break up the love fest, but it's time to go."

JPOV:

Three hours. That's how long we just sat there watching their motionless bodies. Carlisle said there nothing we could do right now. We had to sit and wait.

That was easier said then done. How could I just sit here and do nothing. Lying before me were three people who were quite important to me. Charlotte was one of my oldest friends in the world. I hadn't known Trip that long but he was quickly become a good friend. And then there was Bella, the girl who was changing everything for me. And he wanted me to do nothing.

He looked them over and was satisfied that physically, they were not in any danger. He had tried some various methods to wake them up, to no avail. He said that now we would have to wait out whatever they were going through.

He said it was almost as if they were dreaming and their emotions supported his theory. The various emotions were so strong, in all three of them lust, fear, loneliness, anger, hope, determination, peace.

Peter sat motionless at Charlotte's side, but I had begun to pace. I was not the type to wait around and do nothing.

Carlisle decided to step in and provide a distraction. "I know we are all a little stressed right now. But I think it would be in our best interest to get all the information we can."

Everyone looked to me, I guess because they were still wondering what they had walked in on earlier. I continued to pace. "I don't know where to start."

Esme spoke up. "How about you start from the beginning dear. One thing I'm sure we'd all love to know is why I can smell smoke clinging to the two of you." She motioned her finger between Bella and I. I knew that was bound to come up sooner or later.

I sighed, stopping my pacing to look at her. "Things are different now Esme. I know you may not agree with some of our choices and there are going to be some things in this story that you don't like."

Peter chimed in for the first time in hours. "What, like how the two of you have become regular old Cheech and Chong?" I could tell his heart wasn't in it. He was terrified and made a sad attempt humour, his normal way of dealing with situations.

Emmett chuckled at the idea and Carlisle gave a heart hearted laugh. Esme on the other hand looked between us all. "I don't have any idea what you are talking about but someone better start tell me what's going on this instant." I smiled at Esme's motherly attitude, even now.

Carlisle laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "That's not important right now dear. Jasper please continue."

I nodded. "I normally wouldn't think it was my place to tell you everything without Bella, but I think in this case she would understand."

I told them how I tried to get away on my own, not making any real decisions. I didn't get too deep into that time of my existence though, it wasn't really relevant now.

I went on to the part when I finally gave in and called Peter and Charlotte and sure enough ended up in Rhode Island. I recounted the story of the night I stumbled upon her, held in Trip's arms. I could feel all of their curiosity and when I told them that she was drugged I could feel Emmett's anger, Carlisle's disgust, Esme's worry.

I explained how I battled with Bella pushing me away. I tried to get across how she wasn't the same girl and not just because she drank and swore like a sailor sometimes. I described how she fought with herself, wanting to let me in, while at the same time not wanting to trust anyone. They nodded but I could feel some confusion coming from them.

Emmett was blunt as always though. "What had her so scared? What happened after she asked us to leave her."

I braced myself, not knowing how they were going to handle this part. I found myself rubbing the back of my neck, a habit I had picked up while trying to fit in with humans. "The thing is, that's not exactly what happened. Bella never wanted us to go. Edward told her that he didn't want her anymore."

I could feel their combined shock. Esme was the first to speak. "But he loved her so much. That can't be true. I don't understand." I nodded. I knew she was right, I had felt his love.

I decided to continue, I didn't want to talk about Edward. "Well, after we left, Bella said that she became a type of zombie. She was hurt, lost and alone. But then her friend Jacob Black helped to bring her out of it.

"She said it didn't fix things, but it eased them a bit. Well, it turns out he was a wolf." I paused, preparing to deal with their shock again.

"A descendent of Ephraim Black?" Carlisle asked, understanding dawning on him.

I nodded. "Well, once Bella found out, the alpha forbid him from seeing or speaking to her."

I felt all of their sadness and regret. I had felt the same way for allowing us to leave her in the beginning. Now I knew it had at least brought us together.

I continued, telling them how things got worse and Charlie sent her away to her mother and step father. I tried to explain how Bella rebelled, without getting into too much detail for poor Esme. I finished with how she was then shipped off once again and she came here with Trip.

Everyone was speechless as I sighed. "I don't know by what miracle she ended up letting me in, but somehow she trusts me." I didn't know anymore if I talking to them or myself. "And thank God, because I think I've fallen for her."

I saw a smile spread across Esme's face and one playing at Carlisle's lips. Any other time they would be happy for me. For now, I figured it best to keep going. "I'm not going to lie and say it's an easy road. But I know she still loves you all."

Emmett spoke up again. "Well I will do whatever I have to to get my lil' sis back."

I could feel all of their love and determination as Esme and Carlisle nodded.

We were silent for a minute until Esme asked the question I'm sure was on all their minds. "And who is this Trip?"

I tried to recount what I knew about his and Bella's time in Florida. I explained how hi and Bella were fast friends and pretty much inseparable, how he got through to her when no one could. I also shared how much I had grown to like him since Bella introduced us.

I reluctantly told them about our first meeting and how he was able to get away from me, how I couldn't sense him in any way. Their shock reached a new high as Emmett again spoke the obvious. "Now that you say it I can't get anything from him either, not even a heartbeat. But it was there earlier."

I nodded. "From what I have gathered it seems to be when he is on the defensive that it kicks in. Maybe it has to do with what he's dreaming about."

Carlisle's interest was raised. "How interesting a gift. And for him and Bella to both have such strong gifts present when they are human. It's like nothing I have ever seen."

I could hear Bella's breathing returning back to its normal speed. She would be waking, soon. Trip's was doing the same. I nodded and Peter surprised us by speaking again, relaxing a bit in the fact this was almost over.

"Speaking of gift, don't forget to tell them about her pulling a Hulk the other night."

The other three vampires' heads spun to face me as I sighed. "Yes, well, there is something else. The other day when you called she got scared that I was going to leave and I was holding her to me and well, she pushed me away." They all just stared at me in confusion. "Literally. To the other side of the room."

If this had been another time, I would have laughed at the absurdity of the vampires gaping in front of me.

"And it wasn't the first time." I didn't get into details about the other occurrence though because I wasn't sure what Bella would want them to know about that night. And more importantly, they were waking up.

We were waiting close by, while still giving the three enough space to not seem threatening. We didn't know what to expect and though they were not waking from the burn most of us had been around enough newborns to be cautious nonetheless.

But as Bella's eyes shot open searching and then landing on me, I was by her side in a second. "Jasper." She whispered my name with understanding and in another second she was in my arms.

I found myself looking over her to make sure she was okay, checking every inch of her body I could see. She seemed physically fine, and I was momentarily distracted as she placed her hands on my cheeks, bringing her own lips to mine.

Our calm was back. Everything was going to be fine. I smiled into the kiss, thankful that she was okay. She pulled away to breathe, and once we were no longer moulded into one, I felt heavy understanding fall onto her.

She began looking frantically around the room until her eyes fell onto Trip and then Charlotte. The next thing I knew she was kneeling on the ground as the three of them embraced.

Bella was crying and I had to resist the urge to go and comfort her. I knew that she needed this. Trip was holding on tightly to her and a sobbing Charlotte.

The rest of us went to the kitchen so that we weren't hovering, but would still be close. We knew it would be a long night and they could probably use some coffee. I could feel the love, relief and understanding pouring out of the other room.

After awhile, I felt a strong bout of determination. I suddenly felt myself start to panic, not something that happened often. I had felt this before, it was just like when she used to pull away from me. Except this time it was even stronger, but I could also feel her reluctance and grief over what she was doing.

Trip's voice cut me out of my daze. "Well you know I've followed you across the world before Cookie, I'm not about to stop now." He confirmed my suspicions, and although I didn't have an idea in hell what he was talking about I knew what she was doing

I heard Bella next. An angel's voice reporting news that would shatter me. "Char, they probably don't know about you if they didn't come before. I know you can't go, you belong with Peter. It's okay, we don't expect you to leave with us."

I was there in an instant, and I saw Bella and Trip standing at the door with Charlotte still in the middle of the room.

I looked at her retreating figure, trying to pour much I wanted her to stay into my emotions. "Bella, please don't do this."

She didn't look me in the eyes and I knew it was because I felt her resolve wavering. "Jasper, I'm sorry. I have loved you longer than you know. But this is the only way."

What the fuck was she talking about. There had to be another way.

Wait, did she just tell me she loved me.

Charlotte gave it one last attempt. "You've always trusted me before, please don't stop now. It's better if we all stay together."

I heard Carlisle starting to question Charlotte and her telling them they may want to sit down. I knew this was going to be complicated since vampires really had no need to sit.

I saw Bella and Trip start out the door and I called out to her with the only words I could think of to stop her. "Bella, you are doing exactly what Edward did to you. Exactly what you were afraid we would do to you."

I saw her stop in her tracks confused and guilty.

But my attention was turned back to the house as Carlisle asked Charlotte who it was that was after them and if they had anything to do with what just happened. It was something we had all been wondering.

I couldn't help the growl that escaped my chest at her response. "Well I couldn't say for sure, but I reckon its the army led by Bella's fiancé."

A/N: I would really like to hear feedback about where we're going. I'm hoping you're all still following. I would love to hear what you think is going to happen. Also I didn't write in an Irish accent, rather choosing to just explain they had one. I didn't want to make it difficult to read, or mess it up.

There's still a lot to be revealed, included where Jasper, and some of the Cullens fit into this, what the three really are, and who's after them. This is just the tip of the iceberg, so stay tuned.