AN: Oh. My. God. WE MADE IT PAST 100! In all honesty, I'm extremely surprised that the story got this many responses. Happy too. I want to thank you all for the support and reviews that have made this story successful.

So, here's Edward's account of Chapter 9. It was personally fairly fun to write and I found Edward's possessive nature cute. See, on Jasper it works. With Bella, it makes her seem like a push-over. I don't know. Just my thoughts.

Major thanks to TigerWolfPup for beta-ing the past chapter plus this one (especially with how busy you are lately). Muchas gracias, hermanita.

Look for your name in the ending Author's Note if you reviewed last chapter.

2 weeks later:
Okay, so it's been a hectic 2 weeks and with HSA's and exam coming up, I'm not sure how much of this story I'll be able to keep doing. I DO promise, however, to keep trying and writing. I'm just gonna start updating when I have the time, instead of on every other Sunday.

Disclaimer: I tried to find some way of owning Twilight over spring break, but no luck. Guess I'll just have to be content with playing with the characters then.

Warnings: Swearing. Because Edward swears alot, even when he's thinking. A couple references to sexual desires. You all know Edward. :)

Previously-

Suddenly the door burst open and everyone froze. "Freeze! Hands were I can see them!"

A big, shiny black gun was pointed directly at Edward.

Now-

"Freeze! hands where I can see them!"

I held my breath as Officer Masen pointed the gun at me. It was more believable to those idiots. Everyone was still as stone, frozen in place as if time was stopped.

From my right, I saw a blur of golden hair bolt towards the window. I dropped to the floor just in time before hearing the loud bangs of shots fired. A shrill scream rang out but I couldn't identify who exactly it was.

Bang. Bang. "No!" some cried. More screams. The crack of the gun was all that echoed in my ears. I felt something wet on my arm. Oh dear god, please don't let it be someone's blood. I looked down. Only water.

I smelt it then. Blood. It was everywhere, and from my close proximity to whoever was shot, there was a lot of it. It smelled like metal, and I heard a low moan. I set my gaze to my left. Riley was on the floor, weakly clutching his arm.

Fucker. I felt the odd satisfaction of seeing him hurt. Odd my ass. Okay, I felt satisfaction in seeing him hurt. Hurt like he'd hurt my Jasper.

The shots stopped. I looked up to see police all over the building. Riley was screaming in agonizing pain as they tried to figure out where he was hit. Not really helping with them prodding him everywhere. Bree was hand-cuffed and placed on the couch.

I saw her eyebrows crease and she looked straight at something by me. The look she shot me was pure terror. I took a glance and my heart nearly stopped in my chest.

Jasper.

He was lying on the floor, face turned to the side. His eyes were shut. I crawled to him and half-lifted him into my arms. His face was in my hands. "Jasper." I whispered.

"Jasper? Jasper!" I was shaking him, tapping him, any way to get him to wake up. Please, let him wake up. "Wake up. Please, please wake up." I saw the blood on his side. My heart broke. My Jasper. My poor, poor Jasper. "Don't die Jasper. Please, don't die." I choked out. I tried to hold back the tears.

Looking down at the blood made my eyes water. I was sobbing. "Jasper." my voice cracked. "Please, please don't leave me." I clutched onto him weakly. I prayed to God. Make him better. Please. Let him live.

His eyes opened suddenly and I saw a flash of blue. My Jasper. He shut them again. I yelled in surprise. "Jasper!" He opened his eyes, casting them sideways.

They locked onto mine. He smiled. I pulled him into my arms. The feeling of his heartbeat made me feel hope. "Jasper." my voice cracked again. I sound like a prepubescent teenager. "Don't you ever scare me like that again." I mumbled. I'm not even sure he heard me.

He looked up at me, those startling sky blue eyes searching mine. "I'm sor-"

"Don't you dare apologize." I chastised him. He was apologizing? I'm the idiot who never even told him the goddamn plan. "If anyone should be apologizing, it's me. I should have told you about the plan in the car. I completely forgot to." How the fuck is that even POSSIBLE? "Of all times for my stupidity to surface, that was not a good one."

His eyebrows knit together. His eyes showed a level of confusion. I hastily explained. "Emmett came up with a plan to call the Pack. One of them, Jacob Black, is a police officer. He was to alert the rest of his unit after being led to the right location. Then they would burst in and arrest a couple people. But it didn't go as planned. " For one thing, Riley was supposed to be dead.

He took the opportunity to look around. Gang members were being cuffed. Riley was being placed on a stretcher. Irina and Laurent were dead. James as well. Victoria and a few others got away. Jasper's eyes went to Bree.

He looked down. Not a good sign. "Edward. How long are the police going to interrogate Bree?" I placed a finger under his chin and lifted his head so he would look at me.

"After they take her to the station, I don't know. They're going to be doing a lot of questioning. Why?" I knew why when he asked, but I was hoping he would say it from curiosity.

He looked me square in the eye. "I want to talk to her."

The lion in me roared his disapproval. Absolutely fucking not. My fists tightened. I had the urge to hit something. Hard. I shook my head. "No."

He raised an eyebrow at me. And let the games begin. There was no way Jasper was walking away with just a no. That wasn't his style.

"I understand you're concern, Edward. Believe me, I do. But I'm going to, with or without your permission." Well, then it didn't matter what I said at this point. I sighed. My Jasper wasn't taking shit from anyone. That included me.

I tried to argue. "Jaz, please. She tried to harm you. She wouldn't have cared whether you were dead or alive. She let Riley do all that shit to you-" She's damn lucky I can't hit girls.

"She still cared about me. I just wanna ask. Please, Edward." He buried his face in my shirt. One minute he tells me he'll do it whether I like it or not, the next he's asking permission. This boy is like no one I'd ever met.

I took a light breath. I could smell him. Cherry. Mint. Jasmine. Freesia. He effects me in ways that no one else can.

"Fine." I relented. He was a big boy. He could handle himself. "But Jasper.." I hesitated. How did I phrase this? I didn't want to seem over-controlling. "Just remember that I'm right here, okay?"

He looked up at me in evident confusion. "I'm not going with you unless you want me to. Something tells me you don't. These are questions you need to ask for yourself." And with that, he nods. He gets up and walks towards her. He sat on the large, overly stuffed couch and began to talk.

I knew not to eavesdrop on their conversation. I didn't bother. Jasper could handle it. If not, I would be there. They talk and talk. I see her nod once. A tear slips down her cheek. After a little while, Officer Masen comes by to take her in.

"Good-bye Jasper." I hear her tell him as I start to walk over. Her eyes are red. "You take good care of yourself. And do a favor for me?" She turns wide, pleading eyes on him. "Leave some flowers by a grave marked Jason Scott Jenks. Should be at the front." She is led away.

Jasper stands and I rush over to him. "You okay?" I ask, even though I know he's far from it. "Yeah." he answered, and for the first time he actually looked it. "I'm just fine."

The front yard would have been swarming with paparazzi and newscasters and film crews. Jasper didn't need or want that kind of publicity. I put an arm around his shoulders and steered him to the back-door. I felt him shiver a little.

I opened the car door for him and he got in. I slid in next to him, started the engine, and pulled out the parking spot towards home.

I had to carry Jasper inside when we reached my house. Sure, I could have woken him up, but he looked cute sleeping. I unlocked the door and pushed it closed with my foot after entering the house.

I decided to take him to the guest bedroom, since I wasn't sure how he felt about sleeping in my bed. The sheets were a light purple, like the curtains. I laid him in the bed and went to the bathroom. After using it, I washed my hands and took one last look at my sleeping angel before leaving for a few short minutes.

I got some food, an apple and some left-over Manhattan Pizza & Pasta's. I figured that Rose was probably wondering where he was. I called her and told her where we were, and that I would come by and get Lake at the soonest time possible. My arms were sore and heavy. My head was spinning and aching. But when I walked into the room and saw Jasper, lying there, looking so innocent and at peace.

It was worth it.

I climbed into bed with him, kissing his cheek gently so as not to wake him. I turned, on my back, and stared up at the ceiling. My eyes closed of their own accord.

I was out within minutes.

I woke up the next afternoon to see it was 2:38. Almost 3. Damn, we slept long. I curled my arms around Jasper and rested my head on his. I kissed his forehead lightly.

Okay, I let him sleep long enough. I wanted my Jasper. "Jasper." I shook him a little. "Jaz. Jasper." Nothing. Time to switch tactics. "Jazzzzzzzzz." I whined. "Jasper babe, wake up."

"Go away." he mumbled, pulling the cover onto him. I would have believed him had it not been for the slight twitch of the corner of his lips. "5 more minutes." he muttered.

I laughed. How could I not? He was pretty damn cute. And hot and sexy and you want him all over your cock...

I was gonna strangle my dick. Would that count as murder or sucicide? Or maybe masturbation?

He smiled. "C'mon Jazzy. You gotta wake up." I kept whining. Alice had taught me well. "Don't call me that." he grumbled, smiling. I couldn't help but smile with him.

"But it's nearly 3 in the afternoon." I stated. "You've been sleeping more than 8 hours." His smile didn't waver. I jumped on the bed and brushed my fingertips over his face. His skin felt smooth and soft. "Jaz. Wake up for me, love. Please?"

He groaned. "No." I rolled my eyes. Always the stubborn one. "I have food." I offered. He pretended to think about it. "Hmm...no." "Videogames?" I tried next. "Still no."

I smiled sneakily. Bet a kiss would make him wake up. It worked for Sleeping Beauty. My lips attached to his. He responded wide awake, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth.

My dick responded too. I want to say hi! He practically whined at me. I ignored him. After a short make-out session, he opened his eyes. "I see I found my incentive." I said softly. He blushed. His pink cheeks made him look even more beautiful.

He turned around and cuddled into me, rubbing his ass against my dick. Oh, this is a bad time to have a boner. It took only one thought to make my dick sulk. Lauren Mallory.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him closer. He wiggled his ass a little. He is going to be the death of me. I squeezed him around the waist. "You know, you're an amazing person." I whispered in his ear.

He lips formed into a giant grin and he turned over. His eyes met mine. "You're an amazing too, Edward." he whispered back. He nestles his head in my chest and I sigh in contentment.

"I never imagined this." I tell him. "Being happy. I always thought this would come later in life." "Sometimes not all adults are right." he responded. I nodded. I understood what he meant. All their talk of 'teenagers don't fall in love' was exactly that. Talk.

Wait a sec. Did he just admit he loved me?

Slow down, Edward. Don't rush him into anything. We fall into comfortable silence, our light breathing the only noise in the room. A large thump comes from downstairs.

I groan and and get off the bed. I place a quick kiss on Jasper's lips before walking out the door. I see Emmett standing in the kitchen next to his girlfriend, Rosalie Hale. "Emmett, you idiot. You're like a bull in a china shop." I teased. He shrugged.

"C'mon Eddie." Ugh. Stupid nickname. "I just came by to see how Jasper's doing." I hadn't known Emmett would feel close to him in just a day. But him coming by to see if he was alright meant he considered him family.

Jasper walked out from the hall. He looked at Emmett and smiled before noticing Rose. I realized they'd never met before. Emmett took notice of Jasper. "Jasper! I'm glad to see you're okay. This is Rose." he gestured to the blonde next to him.

Jasper's eyes widened at the name. "What's wrong?" Em asked. I chuckled. "Nothing, but his sister's name is Rose. He was merely noticing the same name. Her actual name is Rosalie." I explained to him.

I had walked over to him as I talked. I placed a kiss on his cheek. His gaze went to Rosalie. She smiled at him. "I'm glad you finally found someone, Edward. I was wondering when you were gonna get off your ass and try." she teased me. Rosalie had always said I'd never find anyone if I didn't make a genuine connection with anyone.

She looked back at Jasper. "I'm sure we'll be great friends, Jasper." His grin was wide. "I'd like that." And then the 2 of them walked outside together and sat down in the patio chairs. Emmett shook his head. "We're screwed."

I looked at him. "How do you figure?"

"Well, if you 2 stay together, Rose and Jaz will end up telling each other all the crazy things their men are doing or have done. So, I repeat for emphasis. We're screwed."

I smiled and shook my head. Em's brain was a strange as he was. He always had crazy ideas or plots or things that could get us arrested. No, not could, would get us arrested.

After a couple hours, Rosalie came inside and declared that she was tired. Emmett instantly went into boyfriend mode. He picked her up so she wouldn't have to walk and carried her to his car. He put her in the passenger seat, waved good-bye, and climbed in. And then he sped off.

I smiled at Jasper. He yawned. I chuckled at his sleepiness and wrapped my arms around his waist. I picked him up and carried him back to the guest room.

I laid him down onto the bed and climbed in beside him. My fingers brushed over his cheek. "Sleep well, Jasper." He smiled.

A few minutes later I heard the sound of light snoring.

AN: So there you have it! Edward's accounts of Chapter 9. So, anyone else notice he swears ALOT? Even in his own head? Huh. Guess it's integrated in his mind or something.

So, hope you all liked this chapter. We don't have much drama left before Edward and Jasper will be left alone. I think eventually the guy deserves a break. But you never know, there may be some...surprise events that no one saw coming.

I do have one fic rec, however. Therapeutic Animosity, by my little sis crazycarter3. Some people may know her for her rated M Alice/Bella fics. Very naughty, those two... ;) Oh! But my point in stating this was, her story is cool. Hasn't made it past chapter 1 yet, because she's waiting for some reviews, but she even promised to give up some excerpts to the next chapter! If that's not incentive, I don't know what is!

So...yeah...well, all I got to say! Please review. You know the drill, reviewers get free previews. Thanks for reading and see you 2 weeks from now. Maybe. Depending on how hectic my testing schedule is. Bye.

~Cal

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