Author's note: Midweek update to keep you sane till the weekend! Gah chapter was verrrry hard to write, I had some major writers block lately, but it turned out OKAY! Thank goodness! And thanks to my beta for helping me a lot through this one! ENJOY!

Chapter 28-Insomnia

JPOV

I held Alice tightly to me, still trying to grasp the concept that she was safe.

As I looked at her, just to make sure again, she looked back up at me, meeting my gaze. I felt so much relief and love flow through me, simply from seeing her face.

"He's gone," she whispered, her voice small, "forever."

The pills Carlisle had given her were starting to take effect; her body was just starting to stop trembling.

I took a deep breath, trying to believe the unbelievable. I just nodded, unconvincingly, to her. He wasn't gone. He couldn't be gone! Could he?

I blinked a few times, looking at the place on the floor where they had just taken him away.

Alice reached her shaking hands up to my face, pulling it down so I was looking at her again.

"He'll never hurt you again Jazz," she assured me, her green eyes piercing into mine with a deep passion.

For a moment, I actually felt…safe. I truly listened to her words.

A small smile crept onto her face as she realized she was getting through to me a bit.

I nodded a little, this time with confidence. He wasn't coming back! He was locked up, he really couldn't come back…

My eyes widened as the realization ran through me now.

"He won't, will he?" I breathed out in a small, weak voice.

She put her other hand on my face as well and smiled happily at me.

"Never. I won't let him hurt you. You should have told me, Jazz!" she sighed, her smile suddenly turning upside down to a deep frown.

I ducked my head in shame, knowing I never could have told her. I would never bring her down into that hell with me; just being in a relationship with her was risky enough. I had never been able to stop him before, only just a little while ago. When he touched Alice… something had taken over me. It was as if nothing could keep me down--not fear nor pain. If it came down to her or me being safe, I would always choose her. Alice was everything.

I glanced down at her already bruising wrists and frowned. I had been too slow… he had hurt my love. I hadn't gotten there in time to save her. And she always saved me…

"Jazz, it's okay. It doesn't even hurt, I promise," she reassured me with a brave smile, reading my mind. But still…the fact that he had laid a finger on her at all devastated me.

I tilted my head sadly to the side, kissing every finger mark he had imprinted onto her wrists. I handled her small wrists delicately, trying to softly kiss it away, like she had always done with my scars. The sacrifices she made for me…risking her life for mine…

But wait… how had she known about Steve…? I hadn't told her… and she had thought Steve was a great guy before… how had she suddenly figured it all out?

"H-how did you know?" I asked suddenly, softly, raising my head a little to see her face.

Her hands slowly slipped from my face. She laid her hands into mine, pain in her eyes.

"I don't know how I didn't figure it out earlier!" she said in frustration, glaring at her hands like they were the cause of the whole mess.

"I guess all the pieces just slipped together…like finishing a puzzle…. Nick was here and I said Greg probably did this and he was so sure it wasn't him but I had no idea why! I just thought maybe he was sticking up for him…so I got mad…but then when we mentioned Steve he became all awkward and troubled and then when Chief Swan mentioned calling him he started grumbling stuff… I couldn't really hear what he was saying though…and then as he was leaving he looked me in the eyes… like he was pleading with me to figure something out! And he said, 'Trust your instincts,'" Here, she mimicked Nick's voice before continuing, "and I had no idea what he was talking about…so then I fell asleep with you…and you know the time when we were together and you kept tossing and turning, having nightmares?" she waited for me to respond, catching her breath.

I blinked, trying to take everything in. Nick had been here? He had come to see me? Wow. Just…wow. He had always been there for me. He had given up his life for me. And yet, he still came back for more…he came back to make sure I was okay. To help Alice…

"Jazz?" she asked, her eyes concerned.

"Sorry…yes. I remember…" I confirmed quietly, watching her intensely.

"Well when I fell asleep with you, I dreamed of that night… I remembered you yelling, "Don't hurt me Steve!" and… all of the sudden, it all just made sense. It just clicked. Everything! Why you were always so stand-offish around people, why you were so hesitant about me being near Steve, why you were so extremely upset when you found out what was happening with Johnny, why you always looked like you were hiding something…ugh!" she let out a frustrated noise as she thought of all of the signs, then continued,

"So then when I figured it all out I was ready to kill him! I didn't--I just don't--understand! How could he damage such an amazing thing… hurt such an amazing person?" she looked fully into my eyes, hers brimming with painful tears.

I gave her a sad look and pressed my lips together.

"Not everyone thinks I'm amazing like you do," I whispered painfully, feeling a stab at my heart. Memories of Steve shot through my mind and I grimaced.

Alice's eyes flashed with anger and she squeezed my hands tightly in hers.

"They should!" she growled fiercely, so much pain and stubbornness flashing in her eyes.

I smiled at her innocence and determination. Then my face changed from an expression of slight confusion to one of curious enlightenment.

"No… I think I am just fine with you. I only need you to think that I am amazing. You are the only one I will ever need, darling," I said, bringing myself up to kiss her lips, sealing the promise of commitment.

No time…no person…nothing could ever come between us. She was all I would ever need.

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-Two Months Later-

JPOV

I kept waiting for him to come back, to come storming through the door, reeking of booze, and pick up where he left off. But it never happened. Slowly, the stress and fear I had always carried with me because of him started to disappear…

I rolled over and stretched in my bed, looking over my new room.

Things had changed so much in the last few months. I was in a large, clean room, instead of the old closet-like room I used to have with Steve. I lay relaxed in the mornings, no longer having to worry about getting out of the house before Steve woke, like before. I knew when I woke up now, I would wake to a great day. Of course, this was mostly because the first person I saw every morning was Alice.

I was now living in the Cullens' house. When the hospital finally released me, I didn't have a place to stay. I couldn't go back to Steve's and I had no relatives…

To my surprise, Esme and Carlisle immediately offered me their guest room to live in.

At first, I denied the offer in a blink of a second. I didn't want them to have to deal with me or pity me. But then, after a few days of Alice's persistent and very tempting "convincing methods," I accepted the offer, claiming I would stay...at least until I could find an apartment to live in.

Now, I was kind of hesitant to even bother finding my own place. The idea of staying here was growing on me. It felt very… safe and peaceful.

But things were also a little hard for me too…. I wasn't used to their whole "big happy family" deal they had going on. Not that I was putting it down…it was great that they could be like that. I was so happy Alice was living with such a loving family. It was just that my family was never like this. Not since my dad left when I was five. And I definitely wasn't used to this family bonding thing either.

When I was here I mostly spent time with Alice. Other than that, I preferred to be alone. Sometimes I would watch TV with Emmett, or play a game of chess with Edward... sometimes. But usually, when I wasn't with Alice, I fended for myself. I would poke around in Carlisle's or Edward's seemingly endless library of books. Or I would take a walk, just enjoying the odd, new feelings that now dominated my life. Contentment. Peace.

I liked my alone time… things were sometimes awkward for me, being around the Cullens all of the time. They were all so close and I just…wasn't. Not quite yet. I felt like the outside man more often than not. I didn't know the inside jokes or the old family stories…which only reminded me that I didn't really belong here, surrounded by all of them. They weren't my family and they never would be. They were Alice's family. I was here because of her. My own family didn't want me… I didn't have a family.

"Are you awake, Jazz?" I heard a faint whisper from the door and peeked over to see Alice's head pop into the crack in the door.

"Yeah, come in darling," I answered, pushing my unpleasant thoughts to the back of my mind.

I glanced from Alice walking into my room to the clock on my bed stand. 5 AM.

I frowned at the early hour at which we were both awake. Two more hours could have definitely been better…but at least Alice was here now.

She scrambled onto the bed with a sad look in her eyes. I noticed her normally sparkling green eyes were slightly dull and sad. Large black bags circled underneath them.

"What's wrong?" I asked with a frown as I looked over her. She had looked so troubled lately.

She just lifted the blanket up and put it over her, cuddling into my side. I wrapped my arm around her.

"Nothing, Jazz… I just can't sleep," she said softly, her voice tired and worn out. She laid her head down on my bare chest and sighed into it.

"Do you want me to sing?" I asked, knowing she always fell asleep in second if I did. It would help her sleep.

I felt her tense up beside me.

"No…" she murmured, staring blankly at the wall on the other side of the room.

I frowned down at her. Why would she say no to me singing? She always loved when I sang to her. She knew it relaxed her and always helped her sleep better.

I felt a tinge of rejection. I knew she didn't mean it to hurt my feelings, but my heart tugged sharply.

"Okay," I whispered back, swallowing a large gulp. I tried to hold back the unnecessary emotions.

She must have sensed my pain, because she then kissed my chest gently.

"If you sing, that means you won't be sleeping and we both need sleep, not just me," she explained her logic matter-of-factly.

It still didn't make much sense to me. We had a routine. I would sing to her, she would fall asleep, and then I would fall asleep soon after, listening to her deep, even breathing.

I was too tired to bring it up though. I just nodded and closed my eyes, trying to ignore the uneasiness I suddenly felt when I looked at her. What was going on with her?

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APOV

I laid in my bed and stared at the ceiling. I hadn't slept in two days. Ever since the dream about Jasper, my dreams had been coming true. I would fall asleep, have a dream, and then within a day or so it would happen. I dreamed about Edward and Bella having an argument, and then they did.

Coincidence? I thought it might be. But then Bella had tripped when walking with Edward and had almost been hit by a car, Emmett and Jasper had wrestled playfully and Jasper had won, but barely, and Carlisle had surprised Esme with flowers for their anniversary. And I had dreamed about every situation before they had happened.

The scariest was when I had a dream involving myself. It was simple... I dreamed that the phone would ring, I would answer, and it would be Nick, calling to talk to Jasper. It happened the next day and that's when I stopped sleeping.

I hated it! What if I dreamed something really bad? I didn't want it to come true! If everything I dreamed came true, then I had to stop dreaming. And the only way I could do this was by not sleeping.

Right now, it was about 4:45 in the morning. I had spent most of the night sketching. I made a pot of coffee at 2:30 am and took my time sipping it black throughout the night, so I wouldn't drift off. Every time I started to feel the caffeine wearing off, I drank another cup. It was pretty much gone by now...

I sighed and sat up. Lying in bed wasn't a good idea if I was trying to stay awake. I could feel my eyes drooping and I knew that I had dark circles under them, but I had been trying to cover them with foundation. Make-up worked wonders in covering things up...

After about 15 minutes, I walked over to the door. I had been alone for almost six hours straight and I was starting to hallucinate from lack of sleep. I would think I saw something out of the corner of my eye, but then there would be nothing there. Or I would see dots obscuring my vision every so often when I tried to focus on something. It sort of freaked me out. I needed Jasper.

I tip-toed down the hall to his room and peeked in the door. He invited me in, we exchanged a few words, and I curled up next to him, breathing him in, trying to be calm enough that I could relax, but not calm enough to sleep. It was a difficult thing to balance!

He wanted to sing to me, but I asked him not to. And then I made up a stupid excuse as to why I didn't want him to. I knew he knew something was up, but he must have been too tired to press the matter. He fell asleep shortly after that.

I tried my hardest not to let my eyes slip shut. It kept getting harder. And now I had to hurt Jasper's feelings just because of my fear of sleeping... but I couldn't take it back. I knew if he sung those sweet songs, I would fall into a deep sleep. And that was the last thing I wanted.

I lay staring at the clock on his bed stand, feeling his soft, slow breathing moving my head up and down on his stomach. My eyes started to close at the soothing rhythm.

--Bleachers. Blonde hair. Familiar...--

I jerked, waking myself up. Stop it, Alice. You cannot sleep!

I tried not to think of what had just flashed through my head. It wasn't like the long dreams. I just saw a glimpse, this time. I tried not to think of it, willed myself to forget it...

The minutes ticked by slowing, causing me to become more and more tired. I watched the numbers flip on Jasper's clock, staring dully at it. But I refused to let sleep take me.

Finally 7 am came. I threw the blankets off of us and skipped out of the bed, pulling the blinds open to shine the light into the room. Mostly I just did that so it would wake me up. Energy, Alice. I could already smell coffee brewing downstairs. A cup or two should be enough to get me to lunch. Then a can of soda with lunch, maybe something sugary, too, as a back up...that could get me home to dinner...

My thoughts were interrupted by Jasper.

"Alice!" Jasper groaned, pulling the blanket over his head. I pushed away my earlier thoughts and danced happily over to him; now in a better mood...I wouldn't have to try as hard to keep myself awake. Jazz would entertain me throughout the day. I wouldn't have to be lonely...

"It's time to get up, Jazz!" I sang to him, pulling the covers down to see his face. He had his eyes shut tightly against the sun and fought with me to get the blanket back over his eyes.

"No its not!" he growled at me, letting go of the blanket and grabbing me. He picked me up and threw me back on the bed, causing me to let out a loud squeal.

This was pretty much how most mornings started. Almost exactly how they started, actually. If I was right, I knew what was coming next, and my stomach fluttered in excitement.

Jasper rolled over and enveloped me in his arms. He shook his head, trying to get the hair out of his eyes. When the hair moved, I saw his sparkling deep blue eyes shining into mine. He pressed his forehead softly to mine, smiling happily.

Then the regular routine changed. His smile turned into a deep frown and his eyes narrowed quickly.

"Did you get any sleep, Alice?" he asked, pulling back a little to look at my face.

His thumb brushed under my eyes as his expression became very concerned.

"Yeah I got some sleep…" I shrugged nonchalantly, letting a little white lie slip out. Then my insides wracked with guilt. I never lied to Jazz…

"No… not really." I quickly corrected myself with an apologetic look.

Jasper sighed loudly and let his forehead touch mine again.

"Is there something wrong, darling?" he asked softly, his accent slipping in a bit with his emotion. It made my insides relax a bit, and I took a deep breath.

Something was wrong with me. The dreams...why did they come true? How could I explain that to him? He might think I was insane or something. What if he went against me? What if he thought I was some sort of freak? I didn't think he would...but I couldn't take the chance. It wasn't worth the risk of losing him. He was everything I had...

"No, just bad dreams," I replied, somewhat telling the true. Sometimes they were bad dreams.

Jasper wrapped me tighter in his arms, sending me waves of safety.

"Is that why you came into my room this morning? You were scared?" he asked in a small voice, clearly upset that I was having troubles.

He shifted his head to press a kiss on my forehead. I didn't answer his question, but shut my eyes against his kiss as he kept it there for a few moments.

"Tonight you can sleep in here. I'll sing you to sleep and keep the bad dreams away, okay?" he vowed, his eyes sincere. But I knew he couldn't keep the dreams away. They couldn't go away. There was something wrong with me.

"Okay," I agreed, just to make him happy. I wouldn't sleep tonight. I didn't care how much caffeine I had to consume...I would stay awake.

He nodded in confirmation, then gave me what I wanted and leaned his lips down to meet mine like every other morning.

His lips moved slowly and lovingly against mine, taking his time, helping me relax.

"I love you," he whispered into the kiss, not breaking the movement of our lips. I moaned in content, pulling my arms up to run my hands through his hair as the kiss deepened.

"OH MY GOD!" Emmett roared as he opened the bedroom door, interrupting our very enjoyable kiss.

I groaned against Jasper's lips and turned reluctantly to see what he wanted. His eyes were wide and amused.

"You guys actually do kiss!" He broke out into deep booming laughs and turned around to the door. I thought he was leaving, but then he shouted down the hall to Rosalie.

"Rose! They actually do kiss!" he repeated in amazement.

Jasper growled loudly at him, causing him to laugh harder.

"Fine, fine! I'm leaving!" he chuckled, slamming the door behind him in amusement.

Jasper rolled his eyes and smirked, turning back over to me.

"I'll show him a kiss," he grumbled, smashing his lips back onto mine, faster this time, passion flowing through us. But before we could kiss any further, the door flew back open again.

Emmett stood there once more, with the much amused look, and leaned casually against the door frame. He waited until we looked over to him.

"What Emmett?" Jasper grumbled.

"I forgot I came in here for a reason. BREAKFAST!" he yelled, then flipped around leaving again. He moved quickly, knowing Jasper would soon be chasing after him.

Jasper grabbed a pillow and flew out of the room after Emmett. A few seconds later, I heard a bunch of bangs and crashes and figured Jasper had got him. I laughed softly to myself, slipping off the bed.

Jasper had actually been happy lately. He was finally relaxed. Well, at least most of the time. I knew he sometimes felt a bit awkward here, but deep inside he was glad he had moved in. He liked the Cullens'. He and Emmett had become like best friends, whether or not either of them would admit it.

He was slowly becoming one of the family, despite feeling like an outsider. One day I even came home from shopping to find him gardening with Esme! And on most nights he would stay with her after dinner and help her with the dishes. It made me so happy to see him at those times. He just looked so happy and at peace. He was finally getting the family he deserved! Finally moving on from Steve….

I felt my stomach clench just thinking of that pathetic excuse for a man. The courts had sentenced him to 15 years in jail for child abuse and attempted murder; which I was glad to hear, even though he deserved a lot more of a punishment than that, in my opinion.

My thoughts were interrupted by Jasper running back into the room, closing the door quickly behind him, and locking it. He was panting and out of breath.

I rolled my eyes at him and he gave me an adorable, innocent smile. I opened one of his drawers and threw a shirt at him. He raised an eyebrow curiously at me.

"You don't like seeing me shirtless anymore?" he pouted, walking over to me, pretending to be sad.

"Oh I do, but I'm not so sure about, you know, Edward, Emmett, Carlisle…." I mumbled off, counting the people on my fingers.

"Fine," he groaned and pulled the shirt onto him before offering me his hand.

"Let's go eat."

The thought of breakfast, and ultimately coffee, sounded very appealing. I grinned and nodded, following him downstairs.

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The day had been going smooth enough, so far. My first few classes had been killer--I had almost fallen asleep a few times, and it was very hard to concentrate on anything except staying awake. However, by 3rd period, I had managed to locate 47 grams of sugar in a bag of skittles that someone had been selling for a fundraiser between classes. I bought two--one for later, if necessary.

After changing into gym clothes, I was just now arriving to my gym class with Jasper.

I glanced around the gym, looking for the usual Coach Clapp to be standing, impatiently waiting, but instead I saw a different man. He looked a bit older, probably in his late thirties. He pressed his lips together watching us all walk in.

There was something very familiar about this man, though. I took a second glance, looking him over a little closer. He had short, blonde hair and he was tall and muscular; nothing out of the ordinary.

I shook my head, shaking the feeling that I knew him. Perhaps I had known someone similar in New York? Maybe my subdued memories were tricking me into thinking I had seen him before? It wasn't entirely impossible. It would actually be quite typical; my forgotten past playing tricks on me right as my dreams started coming true.

I sighed and stopped thinking about it as I saw Jasper. I smiled and headed to where he had just entered the gym. He slung his arm casually around my shoulders.

"Hello my darling," he said in a gleeful voice, glad to see me again.

I smiled widely up at him for a moment till the new man blew his whistle.

"Hello everyone. I'm your new coach. Coach Clapp had a family emergency, so he won't be here for a while. You'll have to deal with me, instead!" he said with a mischievous smirk. He threw a football directly at Mike.

"Let's see how well you can play," he boomed through the gym.

He started to divide us into groups. I turned to go to my group, but noticed Jasper was not moving. His face was set in deep concentration as he looked at the new coach, seemingly puzzled.

"What?" I whispered softly to him, going back to his side.

He ran a confused hand through his hair and shook his head in frustration.

"He looks so familiar," Jasper mumbled in confusion, his forehead wrinkled in thought, "I just don't know why…"

He recognized him as well. This gave me some hope. Maybe I wasn't entirely crazy if Jasper thought he knew him too.

"Yeah, he seemed familiar to me too; maybe he lives in town or something. Or maybe we saw him in New York…" I shrugged, not being sure of where we could have seen him.

Jasper nodded.

"Maybe."

His voice was very uncertain, but he brushed it off, grabbing my hand and tugging me toward our teams.

We all headed out into the overcast weather toward the football field. I liked this new coach so far. He didn't even bother to say anything as Jasper held my hand, or when he had put his arm around me.

The coach decided that the girls didn't have to play if they didn't want to, because it was still muddy from a rain storm last night.

I decided I really DID like this new guy. Coach Clapp would have told us to suck it up; that we could have showers after class.

I definitely needed this lucky break. I was running mainly on caffeine and sugar; playing football would have drained all of my energy even more. I didn't want to deal with trying stay awake after gym class.

As I watched the boys play, I was in awe by Jasper. As usual, he was so great at everything. Everything he tried, he would succeed at. I knew it. He always had so much potential. Now he could bring it out in himself. I felt so lucky to be in his life.

Every touchdown he made, he would look at me and do a cute little victory dance, throwing me a wink. I giggled every time.

I noticed that others girls watched him too. Well, more like swooned over him. I swear they were drooling! It was amazing how much attention they had given him after rumor spread that he had left Greg's gang.

I clenched my hands a little at the thought of them, but had some reassurance knowing that Jasper's eyes would only ever look at me. Just like when we had first met.

I also noticed the new coach watching Jasper with a very pleased look as he tackled guy after guy. Jasper being good at football was not unusual at all. He had been in the gang, so he had learned how to run fast, in case he ever needed to. Also, he was very strong from karate (and fights), which meant he could take anyone out. Plus the practice playing with Emmett, who is a tank, always helps.

The coach finally blew the whistle and told the guys to head to the showers. Jasper immediately just ran over to me, mud smeared all over his cheeks.

"How'd I do?" he asked, his eyes sparkling happily.

I loved how he looked so carefree now; so relaxed. He didn't have to worry about anything.

"Amazing, like always," I assured him with a smirk. He pressed his lips together and shrugged.

"I can't help myself, I'm just too good," he teased with a chuckle and offered me his arms to pick me up off the bleachers.

I accepted gratefully; I was beginning to feel a little light-headed. Why did humans need to sleep, anyway?

He put me down on the ground and smiled at me.

"Yeah, but you are making all the girls fall in love with you, too!" I complained playfully, glaring at all the girls. I then realized that they were actually looking at us, so I ducked my head with a blush.

"Oh really?" he said raising his eyebrow in amusement, "Any cute ones?" he asked curiously.

I punched him in the arm and glared up at him.

"Just joking, my love. You know I couldn't care less about any of them," he reassured me and gave me his full, wide smile that always made me weak. Bad idea on top of the light-headed-ness, but I didn't mind it so much.

"But I better clean up; I'll see you at lunch!" he exclaimed. He pecked me on the cheek and jogged quickly off back to the change rooms.

The coach dismissed everyone and I leaned back up to reach for my water bottle, which was still on the bleachers. I groaned, figuring out that I couldn't reach the bottle from here.

I heard a low chuckle from behind me and saw a hand reach up and grab it for me. I internally groaned, thinking it was Mike, but then turned around to see the coach.

"Here you are," he smiled politely down at me. The skin beside his eyes wrinkled from smiling so much in his life. He handed me the bottle.

"Thanks," I said gratefully, pulling the tap off and drinking a little. He stood beside me for a moment and looked over the football field.

"Your boyfriend is a pretty good player," he commented casually, picking up the water jugs and starting to walk back to the gym with me.

"Yeah, he is," I agreed, smiling up at the man. He nodded again, looking very thoughtful.

"You are Alice, if I am correct?" he asked, slowing his pace to match mine.

"Yeah, Alice Cullen," I replied.

He gave me a friendly smile and nodded.

"Well Alice, if it comes up, let him know that he played very well out there today. He has some real potential... I know some scouts from universities that are looking for some last minute players for scholarships. Please ask him to let me know if he is interested; I didn't get the chance to talk to him before he left to clean up," he explained with a very impressed look.

My jaw dropped in surprise and I stopped in my step.

"What?" I mouthed in disbelief. He had just showed up and he was already offering Jasper a chance at a scholarship?! This guy was unbelievable! I knew I liked him! The coach chuckled softly and shook his head.

"I guess this does sound a bit weird. But he is a very good player. Plus, he doesn't seem like other pigheaded guys. You know, the ones who think that they are the best. He was very relaxed and just looked like he was having fun," he explained, standing in front of me now.

"Oh, well, yeah, of course I'll tell him!" I said quickly and excitedly, smiling widely at the new coach. Again, I wondered where I knew him from.

I turned around quickly to go to the gym, but stopped again realizing something.

"Oh, but you didn't say your name?" I turned back around to look at him.

He ducked his head in embarrassment.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that, miss," he apologized politely, "you can call me Coach Davis."

He offered me his hand. I accepted it with a smile and then hurried to the locker room to change quickly.

I then opened up my second bag of Skittles and hurried to find Jasper and tell him about everything that had just happened.

Author's note: Who is this mysterious man? Why is he trying to help Jasper? …I guess we'll have to wait and see! So what did you think of the chapter?! Gooood? Baaaad? Tell us, we love reviews, trust me, we are like addicted to them!
Oh and a few people mentioned being sad or afraid this would end soon but I am glad to tell you, we are not even NEAR the end, sorry xD. Even with Steve gone there are many many more things going down!