Chapter 9: Getting Jasper Out

We arrived in a small town in the heart of Texas. Of course Maria would have her compound in a freaking hot as hell state. I swear you could fry an egg on your head. Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating a little but still. It's fucking hot.

Maria was clearly expecting us. I saw the security cameras move in our direction and the door opened to greet us to hell.

"Very well done, Bella. I see you've brought them right to me." Maria said.

"What are you talking about? Where is Jasper?" I asked.

"Oh, don't worry about Jasper. I'd be surprised if he even recognizes you. He's perfectly happy here. Aren't you, Jasper?"

From the corner of my eye, I saw Jasper come out from the shadows. He had this curious but blank look on his face. Did he really forget me?

"I assure you, he's just fine. He just needed help remembering who he belongs to, much like yourself."

"I don't know what you're talking about but I think you and I can come to an arrangement."

"Really? What could you possibly have to offer me that I just can't take from you right now?"

"It seems you don't know your employees well enough. I can turn over evidence that Victoria and James have been fooling you and were going to turn over all of your design documentation to the Volturi Brothers."

She looked shocked. "You're lying. They would never do that."

"Want to make a bet? Before I give you anything, however, you must give Jasper's memory back to him."

"No. I'm afraid that can't be done. Once he's been reprogrammed, he becomes almost a blank slate. Because he'd been altered to not allow the memory erase, I had to get rid of everything. Essentially I wiped his mind and reloaded all of his original programming although I haven't gotten around to doing the upgrades & modifications. He has lost the things he's learned over the years, unfortunately, since the last backup. Apparently my assistants forgot to do the backups on a regular basis. I found a way to implant a homing beacon a long time ago. It's much more advanced. I can call him home any time I want. Why do you think he came back to me all those years ago? His loyalty is assured. I can't give him to you. I won't."

Fuck.

All three of us were taken to a jail cell. I couldn't break it open. Apparently it was designed to be stronger than any humanoid. Fuck – just my luck!

I can't believe Jasper doesn't remember me. How could he not? Am I going to be the next Alice? Will I see him with another woman and remember what we had? Now I understand her pain, more than ever.

I heard the door open and lifted my head. Maria came in.

"How do I know you're telling me the truth about Victoria and James? What proof do you have?"

"Well Maria, did you go look for your design records? I'm sure they're quite important to you and quite missing. I have moved them from Victoria's location to my very own. Even Rosalie and Emmett do not know where they are. If you ever manage to wipe my memory, you will lose everything and I will have lost nothing."

I was bluffing, of course. RoMet knows exactly where they are.

She seemed shocked that I countered her. As if I'll ever give it to her anyways. She should know better than that but apparently being power hungry makes you slightly stupid.

"Give them to me." She demanded.

"Just for curiosity's sake, why do you even care? It's not like…" My eyes widened and I think a light bulb turned on. She needed her documentation to make more, she just didn't have all of the equipment and she wasn't smart enough to have made backup copies of it. I bet her assistants didn't do the backups intentionally. "No. Turn Jasper over and let us go. No deal, otherwise."

"You will never leave here and never have Jasper back. I can assure you of that. Even if you leave here with him today, he will always come back to me. My beacon calls him to me every fucking time."

Fuck. I need to figure out either how to destroy her stupid beacon or remove it from his person. But, would he even allow it? Think, Bella.

"You'll stay here until you hand everything over. Enjoy your time. No me jodas!" Don't fuck with me!

Bitch. I'm going to destroy you and get my man back.

I fell asleep. I'm sure RoMet are trying to figure out how to get out of here but I am so emotionally drained right now. I'm ready to give up but I can't die, so what do I do now?

"Isabella? Is that your name?"

I snapped my eyes open. Is that….Jasper?

"Jasper? Is it really you?"

"How do you know me?"

My heart is breaking just hearing those words. What do I say to that? How do I explain it all? That's when I remembered Carlisle's words to me.

"Jasper, I want you to try something for me. Think in your mind. Try to remember who I am. See if you can remember anything from the past year. Please, just try."

He gave me a curious glance and then closed his eyes to try and remember. "No, you look somewhat familiar but I don't think we've ever spoken. I really think you should give Maria what she's asked for. It would only be beneficial to everyone involved. I'd hate to hurt you. You seem like a nice girl."

Hurt me? He's not serious, is he?

He left shortly after that. I couldn't take it anymore. I started crying. Maybe there's a way for a humanoid to employ madness as a coping mechanism?

Jasper's POV

I could hear her crying as I left, even through the door. I can't get her out of my head, even if I wanted to. As soon as I saw her, something called out to me about her. Why did she look so familiar? And what does she want me to remember? Why can't I remember, damnit!

I went to the gym to take my frustrations out. Boxing always helps me think. I pounded out punches, leaving my aggravated state to come out of me. Wait…pounding. What is familiar about pounding? Does it have something to do with Isabella? Did she do any boxing with me? So many questions, so few answers.

I walked around the compound and went to my meadow. No one knows about this place but me. It is my haven away from everything and allows me to think clearly. I tried closing my eyes and remembering, just like she said.

Suddenly, it felt like a movie playing. Jasper. Do you remember me now? I heard Isabella's voice. Is she in my head? More importantly, how is she in my head? Is that some kind of witchcraft? Jasper, look at what I am showing you and see if anything rings a bell."

I started seeing everything. It was like looking at a movie of yourself. I knew what she was showing me actually happened. I saw all of our intimate moments, our meetings with Carlisle and after school studies. Yes, Bella. I remember now. I remember you. I remember us.

Please help us, Jasper. Find out how that beacon works and then come help us get out of here. Also, find your original chip. We'll need it.

I will, Bella. I will. Because, I love you.

I went to my bedroom and sat on the bed, just thinking. How does Maria have a beacon on me? It makes me wonder why she even needs it. Why is she so adamant I stay with her?

I started thinking harder about the beacon. Where could it be? Is it possible to remove? I couldn't think of anywhere on my body that Maria pays any special attention to.

Wait. I know where it is. Shit, this is going to be embarrassing.

I went back to the room they had Bella, Rosalie and Emmett locked up in. "Bella!" I exclaimed.

Her head snapped in my direction.

"I know where the beacon is!"

"Where?"

"My butt…it's gotta be behind that tattoo or implanted somewhere there. I don't think it's anywhere else!" I was so excited by my revelation that I didn't realize they were laughing at me while I was pointing to my ass. Not. Funny.

Bella's POV

I couldn't remember the last time I laughed so hard in my life. Probably never. We really needed that comic relief. Poor Jasper. He blushed but took it in stride.

He left and came back with some medical supplies. With Rosalie's help finding it and Emmett's help in holding him down, we removed the beacon. I'll spare the details. He found the original chip in the lab but we didn't want to waste any more time in Maria's compound so we high tailed it out of there. We got to the side door and, after looking in both directions, attempted to leave as quietly as possible.

Cue the Latina from Hell. She started clapping.

"Bravo! You decided to try and go with my Jasper? I thought I told you that you couldn't leave? Especially with him? I don't know why the beacon isn't working but you are not taking him anywhere," she said.

"Well, you thought….wrong." Can I sound any more stupid?

She took out a remote control and pushed a button.

We waited. And waited.

Nothing happened.

"What the hell is going on? Why isn't this working?" She screamed.

Cue my sarcasm, because I just can't resist pissing off a Spanish woman and I'm clearly a glutton for punishment.

"You bitch! He is my man and will never be yours or anybody else's. I love him. I will always fight for him. You need to be taught a lesson, I think. Jasper, any ideas?"

He gave me a big smile and nodded.

I turned back to look at her and said, "Vete al carajo y besa mi culo!" Go fuck yourself and kiss my ass!

We decided to give Maria a taste of her own medicine. Rosalie surgically implanted a vibrator in her butt (I didn't know that could work on a human but I guess anything's possible) and then we locked her up in her own jail. With just a push of a button on the remote, it would vibrate. The best part is that Rose created a way for the remote to go off in 45 minute intervals for 5 minute durations and buried the remote inside a cement wall so it can't be found right away and destroyed. If she tried to take it out, an electric shock would go through her body. Go Rose! Did I mention I love her?

Let her miserably rot. She deserves it. I'm not too worried about it; I'm sure one of her drones will help her escape but good luck getting that vibrator out.

Sucks to be her.

We left Texas and I hope with everything that I have that I never see Maria again. While killing her was a tempting thought, we're not evil or mean-spirited to do that even though I'm sure she is. We warned her one last time to stay away and never show her face to us again. I just know that's going to bite us in the ass but I want to think positively and hope she comes a better person.

It was time to have some fun and we started a drive out to Vegas. It was time to release some strained energy and plenty of sexual tension. Jasper and I haven't had booty in…way too long. I still think it's a miracle he regained his memory. I thought Maria had been telling me the truth about him never getting it back. I should've known she'd be a vindictive liar.

"So…." He said to me while RoMet were in the front and we were in the backseat.

"Yes?

"You love me."

I stared at him blankly. Of course I did. Didn't he remember this? Oh my fucking lord. I said it to someone else before I told him again. Shit!

"Um, heh. Yeah. Um, of course. Uh…. I'm sorry I didn't tell you…I just wanted to but then all this stuff happened and you lost your memory and then Maria pissed me off so I had to tell her what…."

He smiled at my verbal diarrhea and put a finger to my mouth. I just wanted to start sucking on it but then he let it go and gave me a kiss that I felt all over my body. He loves me too. He didn't even have to say it back. I just knew.

We ignored RoMet's fake vomiting noises to try and get us to stop. Bastards get enough booty time of their own.

We stopped at a hibachi restaurant in Phoenix. Majority rules and I wasn't going anywhere near another pancake house for a very long time.

Seriously, how many pancakes can one eat before they're sick of them? Apparently far too many to count for Emmett. It's just gross after a while. He even talks about pancakes when he's not eating them. He proudly knows 60 different varieties of pancakes. He was about to start naming them off when Rose smacked him upside his head and told him to shut it. Thank you, Rose! I was going to start calling him Bubba Pancake soon if he didn't quit it.

Jasper and I haven't been able to keep our hands off each other ever since we left Maria's compound. He was either grabbing my ass, feeling my boobs up or I'm cupping & squeezing him when we were in the car. The torment we were giving each other was enough to drive us both to the loony bin. We were still at it when we entered the restaurant only when we were sure no one was watching, or so we thought.

"For fuck's sake, quit it and stop fucking touching each other! Wait for a fucking hotel room." Rosalie bellowed out. Clearly she didn't care about all the stares and glares we got when she started swearing. I had to agree a little – there were kids there.

I turned my attention back to Rose. "Please Rose, tone down your voice and language. Jas and I will wait." He gave me this 'do we have to?' stare. Duh…

At least we got to eat really good sushi (the spider roll and the eclipse are phenomenal!) and hibachi shrimp with amazing shrimp sauce. What the hell is that sauce made of? It's like a special concoction of ketchup and mayonnaise but with something else…I wish I had special tasting powers to dissect it properly. Anyways, it was a great show, too. I love it when the chef does the little steamy volcano trick with the onions or throws the eggs into his hat. Wicked cool. I could never do that. That's way too dangerous for me.

If I wasn't going to get laid anytime soon, I may as well make myself happy in another way. Three Blue Hawaiians later, I was feeling pretty damn good.

A boy, roughly about 11 years old, kept staring at us. Brown curly hair, hazel eyes in the shape of an almond and an oval face. He looked oddly familiar but I couldn't place him. Strange. Maybe he used to be my neighbor? I shook it off and figured maybe I looked like a drunken idiot who was entertaining to watch. Yeah, that must be it. It wouldn't be the first time, sad to say. I probably made quite the fool of myself when I started building my alcohol tolerance. Even now I don't have all that much of one but at least it doesn't take one fuzzy navel to get me drunk and puking. Whoever said getting drunk was glamorous?

Yep, not me.