*Jasper*

I'd never run so fast in my entire existence. When saving Bella from James, when chasing Victoria, when saving the coven and its allies from the Volturi. Never. As soon as I felt the emotions within Edward, I was unstoppable. Edward himself had trouble keeping up with me, and Emmett, well Emmett was more or less left behind.

I'd almost destroyed the front door in my animalistic mood. Jemima was in trouble. I could feel her fear, and it only added to my own. I could taste her anger, and it made me roar. I heard her scream, and I was there. I caught her before she reached my family. She was about to attack Carlisle and Rosalie, but if I was brutally honest, I couldn't care too much for them. I slammed Jemima out of the way, pushing her away from the cornered vampires. She hit the counters with a sickening crash, before dropping to the floor. I was on top of her in an instant, pinning her to the ground. My legs were welded to her own, my waist atop of her own, and my hands holding her arms above her head. She glared up at me venomously.

"Relax, Jemima." I ordered.

Almost instantaneously, Jemima relaxed beneath me, ceasing her attempts at fighting me off. Distantly, I heard someone speak, but I cared not for the people in the room with me. All I cared about was Jemima. My Jemima.

The same voice again, Carlisle, "Jasper?"

Jemima's eyes flew open, her once golden eyes black, but the sliver of green cut through the obsidian orb like a blade of emerald. Despite her eyes, which were like nothing I'd ever seen before and thrilled me to the core, she appeared weak beneath my strong grip. She opened her mouth, and a croak of non sense came from it.

Instead, Edward begin to translate for her.

"Jasper," I snapped to attention (no pun intended) at my name, as I knew that this was a message from Jemima, "she wants you get off."

I released my grip carefully, and sat back, letting her sit up. Her body was so close to my own, that I suppressed a moan.

"How did you get here so fast? I thought you weren't getting back for at least two more days," Carlisle asked.

As my brothers explained to my adoptive father, I remained with Jemima, carefully monitoring her emotions.

"She was remembering what happened before she was changed," Edward admitted.

My head snapped up to look at Jemima. Her face was so close, and I could see the pain there. She was...sorry?

It was I who should be sorry. It was I had done this dreadful thing to her.

She bit her lip; her perfect lips, that had once shone red like an apples skin. Now they were pale. Dead.

What had I done?

I heard Edward's question to Carlisle, after a feeble attempt at comforting me, "What were you talking about?"

I could see in Jemima's eyes that although her vision held only I, her ears were focused on the pair of vampires.

I too, began to listen.

"We were talking about the Volturi. I had an idea," Carlisle's voice practically buzzed with realization, "what if the Volturi become scared of Jemima. She is so different. What if it pushes them to...an overreaction?"

I deduced the meaning behind his words. Snarling furiously, making my Jemima jump, I was stood in front of Carlisle in a moment, "They will not harm her."

Carlisle didn't blink, "Peace, son. It is only a risk we have to consider."

"No, I will not even consider it."

"Jasper," Jemima's strained voice made my head turn. I could feel my eyes burning as she stood up and slowly walked over to me. She touched my face, looking deep into my eyes. It was as if she was searching my soul. Or cleansing it with her eyes alone. She turned to Carlisle,

"What can we do?"

He shook his head, "Wait. That is all we can do."

"Wait!" I growled, "that is your idea? We must get the vampires, the witnesses, together again. I will search for them myself. Anything to keep her safe."

Jemima pulled my face back down to hers, "Please, Jasper. We don't have to do this now."

Slowly, she stepped away from me, and slipped between the family carefully. With little thought, I followed her, but before I left, I turned to Carlisle, "We will discuss this in the morning."

Jemima was walking with human slowness up the staircase, her long, white dressing gown slipping from stair to stair, giving me the image of a beautiful snow queen. She walked past the wall - that had recently been repaired by myself, Jemima and Rosalie – and through the replaced door into our bedroom. When I shut the door behind me, Jemima was sat on the bed, with her head in her hands. I wasn't sure whether to console her or not.

This was my fault.

*Jemima*

Jasper stood like a shadow in the doorway, his hands clasped behind him. My head was aching, and that along with the revelation of my almost certain death, was bringing me to start to become tired of Jasper's over protectiveness. Basically, I was experiencing what I like to call Vampire Hormones. I collapsed backwards on the bed, spreading my arms out wide with a huff.

"Are you just going to stand there all night?" I asked him, opening my eyes to look at him.

He cocked his head to one side, "You're not scared."

I blinked, "I'm guessing you mean of the whole Volturi thing, not of you coming over here," I sighed, "yes, I'm a little scared, but really, if they want to attack a hormonal teenage girl, vampire or not, they better be prepared."

Jasper's lip twitched.

"Oh come on Jasper!" I cried sitting up. I heard a guffaw from Emmett downstairs,

"Mature, Emmett!" I shouted, before carrying on, "you can't just worry about it and worry about it until they come. Just, please, can't we just carry on normally? At least for a few weeks."

Jasper seemed to be struggling with himself. He didn't want to let this go.

"I'll marry you, okay!"

We both looked at each other, shocked.

Did I actually just say that?