A/N: Nope. I'm still penniless.

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Chapter 28: Every Breath You Take

Every move you make,

Every vow you break,

Every smile you fake,

Every claim you stake,

I'll be watching you

-"Every Breath You Take" by The Police

Sage POV

"I'll be damned if that self-righteous, holier than thou Pixie-path runs me outta my own Goddamn house!" Peter raged.

Jasper rolled his eyes and tugged me into his lap. "Peter, I'm just sayin' for a few days… there's no tellin' what Alice would do. She's already defaced cars… now this…" He pulled me closer and tucked my head under his chin. His protective instincts were coming out and I knew he was remembering all too clearly what had happened when we'd ignored Maria's threats.

"Jas, maybe—" I began only to be cut across.

"No."

"Jasper, I just think—"

"Sage, please—"

"Jasper, Jesus let the girl speak!" Peter yelled. "Don't go all Emmett on her now and not listen to what she's got to say!"

He sighed and craned his neck to look down at me.

"I think we need to call the police and let them know what's going on… file a report."

He cocked an eyebrow. "We don't have any proof."

I shifted uncomfortably. "We may… but really, Jasper, the line about surrendering the body to the flames has me worried. She's getting more violent."

"I won't let her hurt you." He breathed.

"It's not me I'm worried about." I said grimly. Jasper's brow furrowed in confusion and I continued, "There's not much she can do to me that I haven't in some way thought of… believe me. But she didn't care so much about me as she did about losing control over you… she's not like Maria. The threat to her was not me, it was you taking back control."

"Peter, let's go upstairs and see the damage." Charlotte whispered, tugging him along up the stairs. I knew she was trying to give us privacy enough for Jasper to calm down and see some sense.

"Jas, stop." I whispered, threading my fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. "Stop thinking about Maria." His eyes widened, but he remained silent. "Don't look so surprised. I'm depressed, not daft."

He sighed and buried his face in my hair. "I have to keep you safe."

I shook my head. "I'm as safe as I'm going to be. Ever. Right here with you. But you need to be safe too." I handed him his cell phone. "Call the police."

When he'd finally complied, we sat in silence for several minutes. At one point, I giggled. And then the giggle turned into a chuckle… and then the chuckle became a laugh and I rolled off Jasper's lap and onto the fluff-busting remnants of the couch.

"What is so funny?" he asked, confused.

My laughter died away and I wiped tears from my eyes. "You have such crappy taste in women." He glared at me. "Seriously! Your best friend is an unmedicated depressive with a penchant for hiding and soup. Your first girlfriend after your return from the sandbox turned out to be a murdering psycho. Your second girlfriend is a—" what exactly Alice was, I never got out.

Jasper grabbed me by my upper arms and hauled me upright and set me on my feet. He bent to my level and looked me in the eye. My breath caught and I felt a small spike of fear at the anger I found in his eyes.

"Do not ever compare yourself to them." He spat. "Ever." And then he gave me a gentle shake. "You're not psycho. You're not crazy. And they could never ever compare to you. You'll always come first, Sage. I meant that when I said it the first time."

I blinked, stunned by his words. I'd only briefly entertained the thought that he might have been telling the truth that first time. More than anything, I had thought he'd simply been trying to quell my fears and make me feel better.

Looking back, knowing now that I'd been in the starts of my backward slip, I knew my state of mind had played a part in my refusal to believe him.

But now, knowing what I did, I believed him.

All those times I'd lamented that someone else would get Jasper's heart, regardless of my being able to get into his head, and I'd worried that he'd be taken from me. Now I realized that was my power. I could take him from others.

Well… that's… yeah… freaky. That's freaky.

It's a power I don't want… shouldn't have.

Who am I kidding? Of course I want it. It's not like I want him going anywhere…

Moving on.

Coward.

Address it later.

I took a deep breath. "I know that, Jas." I assured him. "But if you want to take care of me, right now the best thing you can do is take care of you. Just… I don't know… watch your six." He grinned at my use of military lingo.

"OK." He kissed my forehead. "Let's go see our rooms and see the damage."

I had to grimace when we got to Jasper's room. Most of his clothes had been destroyed and on further inspection of the kitchen, we'd realized most of his shirts had been used as kindling for whatever explosion had occurred.

"Don't touch anything." Peter warned. "Just look. The police'll need it exactly as it is."

My lip curled as I looked at the stove. "Look at this. I think she put your blue button-down on the stove and turned it on." I said, surveying the remnants of what I could only assume was the shirt. Part of the cuff had survived to give an indication of what it was originally. "I wonder why that, of all the other clothes."

Jasper grimaced. "I wore it on our first official date."

I nodded. "Note to self: Do not wear any of Jasper's button-downs or I might be lit on fire."

"Sage!" he cried in exasperation.

"Oh lighten up." I chided. "It's still your birth…" my eyes went wide and I opened up the refrigerator.

Charlotte and I had spent hours poring over bakeries websites trying to find one with a good enough reputation and portfolio to make Jasper's birthday cake. It wasn't anything special. A sheet cake of sponge layered with dark chocolate ganache and iced in white chocolate ganache. We'd asked them to make a cowboy hat and boots out of modeling chocolate and simply pipe Happy Birthday, Jasper onto it. What we'd gotten was amazing. It was a work of art.

But as I laid eyes on it in the refrigerator, I was forced to push past Jasper, Peter, and Charlotte and streak to the bathroom full tilt to empty the contents of my stomach. While I dry-heaved, I heard the fridge door open again and then Peter hissed, "Holy fuckin' shit. Sick!"

I heaved again and jumped in surprise, nearly aspirating, as warm hands yanked my hair off my shoulders and held it back off my face. I immediately recognized Jasper's calloused fingers rubbing soothing circles at the nape of my neck, but it did nothing for my stomach as I retched again.

"Breathe, Sweetheart. It's OK." He was murmuring quietly. "Breathe, Darlin'. Breathe."

The faucet turned on and then the clink of a glass on the tile startled me enough to look away from the toilet. Jasper had set a glass of water next to my hand for easy reach. I smiled a little before I began dry-heaving.

"So… fucking… disgusting." I choked out.

"I know."

"Oh fuck…" I choked as another wave of nausea hit me. His fingers continued their delicate strokes on my neck and his other hand rested on my shoulder.

"It's OK, Sweetheart. Get it out."

I slumped against the toilet and rested my cheek against the cool porcelain. "Jasper… I hate your girlfriends." I whispered before sitting up and taking a sip of water. I sighed, flushed the toilet, and stood to brush my teeth.

We watched each other in the mirror as I brushed my teeth, spit, brushed, spit, and then rinsed my mouth. When I was done, I said, "I really do hate your girlfriends." He smirked. "I think you should become a priest and be celibate."

Jasper rolled his eyes. "Thanks. You gonna take up the Habit and join me?"

I grinned fiendishly. "No. I've got plans of one day getting laid."

"And I don't?"

"Do you?" I asked.

"How come we're allowed to talk about my sex life and not yours?"

I laughed quietly. "Because you've had more opportunity to have one."

"Or because Michael was your first—"

"Jasper…" I warned in the tone he always seemed to take when warning Peter off me.

"Sage…" he intoned back at me.

I rolled my eyes. "Stop asking about Michael. Please? We have bigger issues."

He nodded. "Yeah… Alice…"

By the time the police came and went, we were all exhausted. I'd had to vomit again when they'd opened the refrigerator to look at the cake. Alice appeared to have caught a few of the chickens and beheaded them. Their heads were now the cake toppers.

On Friday, we bid goodbye to Peter and Char with a promise to be back within the next few weeks and we drove straight to Lompoc.

I was happy to see my dad, but at the same time, I was dreading it. He greeted me as he always did when we saw each other: a nod, a "Hello, Sage", a smile, and a "How's your boy?"

"He's not my boy, Dad." I reminded him for the umpteenth time.

"You keep sayin' that and I keep hearin' it, but I think I'm getting tripped up on the believin'." I rolled my eyes. "What about that other one? Michael? Was that his name? How's he?"

"Uh… We broke up." I smiled sheepishly.

"His doing or yours?"

"Mine." He nodded and pulled out a cigarette, waving his hand over the pack as he always did. "Thanks. I brought my own this time." I answered, leaning forward so he could light it for me.

He grimaced. "Well that's not good. That must mean you've picked up the habit full-time."

I nodded. "Dad, I have a question for you…" I'd been rolling it around in my head ever since my fight with Emmett. It was giving me a sour stomach thinking on it, so I needed an answer. "Why didn't you stop drinking… for me?"

His brow furrowed and his eyes took on a sad angle. "I wanted to. You have no idea what it was like for me… I'd look into those big eyes of yours and I'd tell myself 'Today, I'm not going to drink'… and then something would happen. Or… nothing would happen. And I'd feel like I needed that bottle more than air in my lungs." He reached out and placed a hand over mine. "I have a disease, Sage. Alcoholism is a disease and you're never fully rid of it." He took a long drag. "That's the upside of prison though. You have no choice but to work a program." His face fell then. "And one of these days, I'll get the courage to work steps two and eight with you." I cocked an eyebrow at him. "You're not—"

"No, I'm familiar with the twelve steps." I sighed. "I worked a similar program a few years ago…" I gave a rueful smile. "Probably going to have to do it all over again." His brow furrowed again. "Dad, I'm a Clinical Depressive." His eyes went wide. "I was in therapy and medicated for a while and then I got better… but… things have been going on… stuff's been bad… and I've been sliding for a long time. I only recently recognized it… but I'm going back to therapy… maybe back on medication, I don't know yet."

"They'll tell you not to come."

"You don't know that. And even if they did, I still will. You're my dad and I need you."

He sat back in his chair. "This is all my fault."

"No. It's not. No one thing made me this way. I just am."

"That's bull and you know it." He narrowed his eyes at me. "I know I'm not the most educated man, but I know the difference between Clinical and Chronic. Your grandmother was Clinical… and you've got an aunt on your mother's side who was Chronic." He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "So… anything else I need to know? You got piercings? Tattoos?"

I smirked. "I have my bellybutton pierced." He rolled his eyes. "And I have three tattoos." He raised an eyebrow at me. "The back of my shoulder," I patted my right shoulder. "My left hip, and my bottom right rib."

He shook his head. "He rub off on you that way?" he nodded over my shoulder at Jasper.

"No." I smiled and turned my head to watch him pretending to read a book as he sat beyond the chain link fence. "But he was the inspiration for two of them."

"Uh-huh. And he's not your boy."

I sighed. "No. He's not."

Jasper POV

Sage had registered for an intensive Photography class for the second half of the summer. It was something she'd been looking forward to, so when she mentioned perhaps dropping the class to rest during her summer break, I pushed her into keeping the course because it was exclusive to the summer semester and incredibly difficult to get into.

And Michael wouldn't be around next year to put in a good word with the professor…

OK, I perhaps a little grudgingly encouraged her to keep the course. It would be good for her, regardless of who helped get her in.

Sage called a Family Meeting for Monday evening. Rose had tried to pry, but I knew she simply wanted to forewarn Emmett, so I'd refused to give anything away. It wasn't my story to tell, they weren't my issues to make public.

So when we finally sat around the table that evening, the tension was so thick my right eye began to twitch. Sage had taken the head of the table and I sat to her right, close enough for her to reach out and grab my hand if she needed me.

She looked like she might be ill. She was pale and drawn and though I'd threatened to force feed her, she'd been living on soup for two days. There was nothing for it. She couldn't hold anything else down.

When she finally spoke, her voice was so small, even sitting as close as I was, I barely heard her. "I've done a backslide." It was simple. Succinct.

Rose didn't understand in the slightest and raised her eyebrows at me.

"It's taken a long time… so I didn't catch it until it was too late to talk to Carmen about it."

Rose tensed and Emmett folded his hands together on the top of the table.

"I need to see a Psychiatrist."

"And go back on medication." Emmett added.

"Emmett…" I warned and he glared at me. "Let her speak."

Sage sighed and I felt her nails grazed my knee in an attempt to grab the hand that was resting on my thigh. I laced my fingers with hers and gave a gentle squeeze. "I don't know if I need to be medicated yet. But I have an appointment with a practice in San Francisco. If they want me to, I'll submit to an O and E." her face fell. "But I won't be medicated simply because you think it's a Fix-All."

"Sage, if you need—"

"Emmett, let her speak!" I growled, earning me another glare from him and a look of shock from Rose.

"Emmett, I'm only going to say this once and I need you to listen," she drew in a shuddering breath. "And hear me." She squeezed my fingers. "You are part of the issue. I need you to understand that. I need you to understand that I am an adult. I make my own decisions. And from now on, I do so without any input from you unless I request it." Her eyes had gone dead, but I knew she needed to detach if she was going to get through this. "I need to be my own person. And you're going to let me."

He looked as though she'd slapped him. Personally, I would've liked to have taken that Slugger she'd confiscated to his head, but I knew I'd simply break the bat for no damn good reason.

She took another breath. "I'm tired of the bullshit, Emmett. And it stops. Now."

"Sage, I—"

I slammed my palm down on the table and for once, Sage was not the one startled by it, though she did grip my fingers more tightly. "I believe I told you to let her speak."

"She's done speaking."

I made to argue, but she squeezed my fingers.

"I'm done, Jasper, it's OK."

"Good, so now you can—"

"No, I won't listen to what you have to say." She cut across him. I'd never been so proud of her spine than in that moment.

It's also kinda sexy…

Pure thoughts. Pure thoughts.

No go. Not working. Abort.

Shit.

I shifted uncomfortably and adjusted myself. Mercifully, no one noticed.

"I'm an adult, Emmett." Sage said firmly. "You treat me like a burden. Allow me to relieve you of it. Unless I ask for your opinion, you will be ignored."

Emmett drew in a deep breath and I could tell he was trying to tame the rage that was threatening to break through. Rosalie laid a hand on his arm and he seemed to calm immensely from the touch.

"Alright then, Sage." He sighed. "When's the O and E?"

"I don't know, I have to wait for my appointment. I'm hoping if they want one, they'll schedule it for Friday to Sunday."

"But you're against drug therapy?"

"Yes. I'll take them if they insist, but I think I made more progress with therapy and holistic methods." I quirked an eyebrow and she smiled slightly. "Exercise… for endorphins. And light therapy."

"Light therapy?"

"She eats a lot of spinach and sits in the sun for hours…" Emmett explained. "Or under a UV lamp. It's a homo-pathic remedy."

"Homeopathic remedy." Sage corrected. "Homeo."

"Yeah. That." Emmett agreed grudgingly. "All you got out of that was a sunburn."

"I got more than that. It helped." She sighed. "I'm done now." We waited, but no one said anything. "Alright then." She stood and I followed her.

Lately, I couldn't wait to get to bed. Sage's fear of the coyotes had followed us home, not to mention her unease over Alice. There was a small part of me that was thankful for small favors because she'd taken to crawling into bed with me late at night.

"Jasper," Emmett called as I reached the basement door. I waved at Sage to go on without me and turned. Emmett took a few strides toward me and said quietly, "Put her back in her own bed when she falls asleep."

"I'll let her sleep wherever she chooses." I told him firmly.

He shook his head. "They're going to make her stop. It's a codependency and they will make her stop. They may tell her to distance herself entirely." He was fucking with me. He had to be. Sage wouldn't distance herself from me.

"I'll let her sleep wherever she chooses." I repeated. "Be glad it's my bed, Emmett. It could be Michael's… or Paul's… or Seth's… or someone else you'd approve less. At least you know it's innocent when she's in my bed."

He smirked at me and closed the distance between us. He placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed before whispering in my ear, "Nothing about your relationship with my sister is innocent. You think I don't see you watching her? You think I didn't pick up on that jealousy when she was with Michael? Is she still a virgin, Jasper? Did he steal that from you?" I shoved him roughly and he grinned.

"Emmett!" Rosalie warned him.

"Put her back in her own bed. I'll be checking on her in a few hours."

I locked both access doors to my room that night. I heard when Emmett came down and opened her door to check, but I didn't care. He was invading her space and I'd be damned if I'd let him do it with her there to know it. Instead, I simply spooned her and buried my face in her hair.

I drove her to her appointment that week. She was resigned when she left it. They wanted her for an O and E and though she was determined to follow through with recovery, she was scared.

I didn't want Emmett to take her, but I knew he'd never let me take her alone, so we all went. Rosalie hugged her fiercely and whispered that it would all be OK. Emmett simply patted her on the head and she rolled her eyes at me.

When she turned to me, I held open my arms and she hugged me around my middle. "I'll miss you most of all, Scarecrow." She whispered into my chest.

"Darlin', you're not nuts, so don't go all Judy Garland on me." I chided, smiling.

"But me and my shadows really wanna sing We're Off To See the Wizard." She argued playfully, but she frowned at the sadness she found in my eyes. "Don't worry, Jazz. It's only three days."

"What if they don't think I'm good for you?" I asked her.

"Well, they don't know you, so how can they say that?"

"We're co-dependent." I argued.

Sage snorted a laugh. "Jasper, have you been reading Psychology websites?" I nodded. "Well stop… and when you pick me up on Monday, remind me to tell you the cow joke." She hugged me again, turned and slung her overnight bag over her shoulder before disappearing behind steel doors with a couple orderlies.

A weekend had never taken so long to end as that one. I was eternally bored. Rosalie and Emmett decided to go down to Half Moon Bay, which left me alone. I was thankful when Monday rolled around and I was finally able to go and pick Sage up from her self-described Looney Bin.

She was waiting for me with an orderly who cut the wristbands off her as soon as she affirmed I was her ride.

"Well?" I asked, tucking her into my side and taking her bag from her. "Are you safe and sane?"

"Did you totally just go BDSM on me?" I cocked an eyebrow at her. "Should I call you Domsper?"

"The hell are you talking about, Woman?"

She laughed. "Sorry. My roomie was a Submissive. I got to hear about all the kink involved in BDSM this weekend." She grimaced. "I don't think I'll be trying it anytime soon."

I snorted. "Good to know." I sighed and opened the car door for her. When I climbed in, I repeated the question. "Well?"

She sighed. "They've agreed not to medicate me for now… but I had to agree to intensive therapy." She watched me carefully and I motioned for her to explain. "Two days a week, I have Group Therapy. Three days a week I have one-on-one therapy… and I have to submit to an O and E every month."

"That sounds really harsh." I said as I shifted into gear and pulled out of the parking spot.

"I expected it." She sighed and leaned back, closing her eyes. "But… Doctor Cullen has agreed to let me undergo Light Therapy again. He said he's seen good progress in a lot of his patients."

"Doctor Cullen?" I asked.

Why's that name sound familiar?

"Yeah. Doctor Carlisle Cull—" she cut off and sat forward. "Holy shit! Do you think he's Edweird's dad?" I shrugged. "Edward said his dad's a shrink! Holy shit! What if it is? I thought his parents lived in Seattle!"

"Sage, calm down!" I cried, resting a hand on her back. "So what if he is? Doesn't the law prevent him from talking about you?"

"Yeah… it'd just be weird…" she snorted again. "Plus, Doctor Cullen is way too good-looking to have Edweird for a son. I mean wow… Oh yeah, total transference, right here. I'm transference-ing all over Doctor Cullen." She smirked.

"You better not be." I growled.

She sighed. "Jasper, if I can have a sense of humor about my illness, there isn't a damn person alive who can't laugh at it. Laugh. Let me laugh about it. It helps my mood… and speaking of mood… I need to stop at a Super Walmart."

"Why?"

"Because I need a lot of fresh spinach and a UV lamp."

"Why don't you just sit in the sun?" I asked.

"Because I've got reading and research to do for class." She replied easily. "And I have to do my Photo-Therapy somewhere… why not do it while doing Photo-homework." I rolled my eyes at her pun. "Laugh, dammit! That was cute and you know it!"

"Haha." I deadpanned.

"Damn straight." She growled.

"What's the cow joke?"

"Oh yeah!" she turned to me, all smiles. "What do you call someone who's addicted to milk?"

"I give up." I sighed, humoring her. I had a feeling I knew the punch line, but she was genuinely smiling and I didn't want whatever was causing it to go away.

"A cow-dependent!" she giggled and I couldn't help but laugh because it was a cute joke. She sighed then and leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes. "I'm gonna have to buy a car now."

"Why? I don't mind taking you to therapy."

"You're not going to be able to a good portion of the time. You'll be at work."

"So just reschedule them—"

"I can't, Jazz." She sighed and fixed her beautiful eyes on me. "It's called routine and stability… My appointments are at the same time every day. I can't expect you to come home from the ranch in the middle of your day, get me, take me to therapy, take me home, and go back to the ranch. I need a car." She hissed. "I have nine thousand saved."

Her ability to make and save gets me every time.

"You can get something for that."

"Nothing good." She spat. "I miss my Bug."

"I bet."

"I wonder if I can get a car loan…"

I shook my head. "Sage, you're nineteen. You don't want to be swimming in a debt like that… and what happens if you get upside-down on it? Or if one month things aren't so lucrative for you? I mean… as good as you are at what you do, and as much as people are willing to pay for you… your paychecks aren't a sure thing."

"Maybe…"

I sighed. "I can take you car shopping."

"What if I don't want your help?"

"OK then, I won't. You can walk around San Francisco and look for a car. Be sure to pack water and sun block."

"Don't be pissy!" she smacked my arm. "I just want to pick my own car… and I don't want you to do the Guy Thing while I'm doing it."

"What Guy Thing?" I asked impatiently.

"You know! The 'look there's a spot of rust', 'it only gets fifteen miles per gallon', 'I don't have to buy what you're selling', 'bow before me in my infinite car knowledge' THANG!" she twanged the last bit, forcing me to laugh. Whenever Sage imitated my accent, it was always laughable, but incredibly cute.

"I see. You don't want me to make sure you don't get a lemon."

She rolled her eyes. "No, this is called asserting my independence. I need to find my own car." She frowned at me. "And it'd really help if you could be supportive, please."

I groaned inwardly. She was asking me to take a step back and not do for her. Something that was wholly against my nature. "Can I at least tag along if I promise to keep my mouth shut?"

"Completely shut? No 'Sage, look at this one' or 'Oooh, shiny!'?"

"Since when do I say 'Oooh, shiny!'?" I asked.

"It could happen."

I shook my head. "Whatever. I promise to neither point nor refer to anything as shiny." I drawled out.

Right.

My Sage is a special girl. With a penchant for death traps, apparently. Every car we looked at, there really was something wrong with it and all I could do was scowl or pull a face. Luckily, she's also a smart girl and she'd done her research.

Who am I kidding? Did I honestly expect her to not do the research?

She passed… and passed… and passed… on every damn car until the salesman was near tears.

By the time we climbed back in my (finally fixed) truck, I was almost dying from laughter.

"Stop laughing at me!" she cried.

"I'm not laughing at you, Sweetheart!" I smiled. "Did you see the look on his face when you asked him for the CarFax on that last one? And then as soon as you saw it'd been in an accident and wanted to see the damage report? I thought he was gonna burst into tears and beg you to just take the damn car!"

"It was T-boned!" she yelled defensively. "Both driver's side doors were replaced! There was frame damage!"

I cocked an eyebrow. "You been talking to Peter? Cause you're sounding an awful lot like him."

"No, I have not been talking to Peter…" she replied grimly. "I've been talking to Emmett—JAZZ!" She yelled my name as I slammed on the brakes so hard we both flew forward only to be slammed back into our seats.

"Sorry…" I cocked an eyebrow and stared at her. "You talked to Emmett about getting your car?"

"I asked him what questions I should ask."

"Oh." My face fell and I started driving again, finally pulling out of the lot and onto the highway.

Sage sighed. "What oh?"

"Nothing."

"Really? Cause it sounds a hell of a lot like a something to me."

"Why didn't you ask me?"

"You weren't around."

"I'm always around!" I cried indignantly, but then comprehension dawned on me.

She watched me carefully. "Jasper, get that look off your face."

"What look?" I asked glumly.

"That look like someone just disemboweled your puppy."

"You're pulling away… they think we're co-dependent and you're pulling aw—"

"I'm not pulling away!" she yelled. "And no, they don't think we're co-dependent. Doctor Cullen seems to feel you're a positive influence on my life." She sighed and scooted into the middle of the seat and leaned against me. "I just… saw it as an opportunity to get some face time with Em that wasn't all about the yelling." I nodded, but I was still frowning. "Jazz, please don't be upset…"

Of course she just HAS to say 'please'…

"I'm sorry, Sweetie. You just bruised the ego a bit. I'm fine."

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***I don't know how everyone will react to this, but I thought I'd post so that everyone knows. I've begun writing outtakes for this story. They will be things like Jasper and Sage's first meeting and things like that, but they won't just be from Jasper and Sage's perspectives. I'll toss in some Emmett, Rose, and maybe even a Bella. Let me know what ya'll think of this idea.