A/N If you haven't seen this episode of Twilight Zone, it was originally aired in the first season, in 1959. It's called Time Enough At Last. It's beautiful, haunting, and a must. Wacth it.

Books to the ceiling,

Books to the sky,

My pile of books is a mile high,

How I love them!

How I need them!

I'll have a long beard by the time I read them.

Arnold Lobel

I've always loved surprising Jasper, which he thinks is monumentally unfair since he can't come close to doing the same. Unless he spent every hour of his life next to a werewolf and let's face it, no one wants that. Jasper spent the first century of his life without being able to take in any pleasure for himself, or do anything he truly enjoyed.

One of the first things he did after I found him was question me. He'd been wandering for a long time, unable to really keep up on what was going on in the world. I told him everything I knew. Fashion trends, who was famous, which countries were in power, how they got there, the list of presidents I'd been 'alive' for, everything. He wanted to know everything. All of his will had gone to trying to go as long as possible between feedings, he'd never really been able to just stop and chat about the latest international issues. So he asked me every question that came to mind, and I answered as best as I could. I couldn't say anything about before I was changed, which I was worried would disappoint him. Of course it didn't, as soon as I told him that I remembered nothing, how I had woken, all I got from him was sympathy and horror.

As soon as Jasper felt more comfortable wandering into cities, the first thing we did was to go a bookstore. He easily spent three hours going through various books, trying to decide what he wanted. We couldn't afford all that he wanted, since neither of us obviously had a job. We got what we could and he read them through and through, until the covers nearly fell off.

After we had joined our family, he reveled in studying through all of Carlisle's books. I spent many days just watching him read, eager to drink in anything he could. By now, he obviously preferred history, but he loved to read anything. As long as it was well written, Jasper couldn't tear his eyes away. And I loved it, he had something he could be drawn into so passionately and I can admit, it's healthier than my shopping addiction.

The Cullens didn't have much time for TV, but one of the shows we watched a great once in awhile was The Twilight Zone. There was an episode where a man, Henry Bemis, loved to read, but his wife thought it was useless. She ruined his books and teased him unrelentingly. He worked in a bank and hid in the vault to read. While he was there, a cataclysmic event happened and he was the only one who survived. He contemplated suicide, but then found the crumbling ruins of the library. He excitedly sorted through all the books, anxious to begin reading them all, because he has all the time in the world.

"And the best thing, the very best thing of all, is there's time now…there's all the time I need and all the time I want. Time, time, time. There's enough time at last.

Then he falls. And breaks his glasses. And he can't see anything.

"That's not fair. That's not fair at all. There was time now. There was, was all the time I needed."

His pain was so raw and understood by Jasper that I swear, if we could cry, tears would be freely flowing. That's when I got my idea.

"Alice, please just tell me where we are going," Jasper said for the millionth time. I smiled at him from the driver's seat.

"You'll know in about two minutes," I said. I watched as suspicion grew on his face. Then comprehension.

"Oh!" Jasper said, recognizing the scenery. "We're going there?"

"Yes," I said, smiling still. We had built our cabin in the Canadian Rockies before we met up with the Cullens, and we still regarded it as the very best thing we had ever done, besides joining our family. It gave us the peace and alone time we sometimes craved. This is where I'd been recently. I'd been leaving for the last three weekends, telling Jasper it was a surprise. He'd looked at me in alarm when I refused to tell him what I was doing. He trusted me and would never feel the need to make a scene like Edward would have if he and Bella were in our places. But he still wasn't comfortable with the idea of me leaving without him if he didn't know what was going on.

I gently reminded him that I was more than capable of taking care of myself, and that I was more alone for a longer period of time before I met him. I promised to keep my phone with me at all times, but I wasn't sure how well the reception would be at the top of a mountain. Fortunately, and miraculously, it worked just fine. I'd have to remember to send the cell phone company a huge thank you note.

A few hours later, I parked our jeep at the base of the mountain. It'd be useless to try to bring it up considering how thick the forest was. We'd be way faster on foot. We took each others' hands as we always did, without needing a word. We took off into the forest, easily flowing through the trees. Mere minutes later, we burst through at the top into our clearing, where no human bothered to ever come. On the very edge, nearly hidden by trees, was the cabin we had built ourselves. The carving Jasper had done, "The Whitlocks", above the door was still as beautiful, arching and lovely as it had been the day he'd done it. It was weather worn, but still beautiful. If my heart could leap, it would every time I see it.

Jasper kissed my temple as we slowed in front of the door. "Why is this such a secret?" he asked.

"Because," I answered. "I improved it." He raised his eyebrow at me. We had been steadily improving the cabin year after year. Everything that was close to wearing out we replaced, and the last time we were here it had been pristine.

"How?"

"That my love, is the surprise," I said. I brought him in, hands covering his eyes. I walked us through our living room, bedroom and through my huge closet until I came to the room I'd just added on. Yes, I can build a room. Supernatural strength is pretty handy sometimes. The room as easily twice as big as our bedroom. "Ok, you can see now," I said. I moved my eyes back and I felt Jasper go rigid with shock. I wasn't worried about his reaction, I'd seen it, he was ecstatic.

He stood for a few seconds, just in shock and awe. It wasn't often you got to watch a vampire shocked into silence, all supernatural senses abandoning them.

"Alice," he breathed, so quietly that had there been a human in the room, they wouldn't have been able to hear it.

"Jasper," I said back, barely able to contain my excitement. I had built him a library. The room was huge, ridiculously large, and the walls were covered from floor to ceiling with shelves. Shelves full of books. In the middle were a dozen islands all filled with various types of books, an island for each subject. Suddenly, Jasper moved. Where he had been utterly still before, now he was in constant, dizzying motion. He darted around the room, reading titles, pulling books out, reading a page and putting them back, trying to draw in all he could in the shortest amount of time.

He was all of the sudden in front of me, my face in his hands. He kissed me deeply, holding me close. He pulled back, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "I love you," he said.

"I love you, too," I said, smiling. "Now you have all the time. All the time you need, all the time you want." He looked surprised at the quote.

"I'm surprised you remember that," he said.

"It's stuck with me," I admitted.

"Me, too," he said. "I don't know what to…I just…I'm so…" I giggled. Jasper rarely ever forgot his words this badly.

"You are amazing," he said. He couldn't contain his joy and I felt it, seeping out of him and consuming me, as if I'd never been unhappy and never would be again. I smiled at him hugely and he returned it with a big goofy grin of his own.

I'd seen this happen, I'd known how he'd react, but my vision hadn't done this justice at all.