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Many thanks to my beta: Evilnat.

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Katy Perry inspired me to write this. All of it. I'm not a fan of song fics and I won't call this a song fic. There are a few lyrics here and there.

For this chapter, the song choice is ... Fear - Pauley Perrette. (Check the song. She's awesome!)

Warning: If you don't like reading slash, stop right here.

Now, enjoy Cutesper and Sweetward.

JPOV

I was so nervous I was sure I'd pass out, but before I did that I had to piss again.

Dad shot me an exasperated look as I got up yet again and shuffled to the tiny toilet the plane provided.

We were getting closer to Washington D.C. with every passing minute.

After pissing for what felt like the tenth time, I washed my hands and face and gazed at the white face staring back at me. I was tired, not having slept properly being too wound up.

On his way to school, Edward stopped by at my house to tell me that he was there in case I needed anything. I wasn't truly present, I kept nodding though. He kissed me, promised to call me and then left.

The drive to Seattle airport had been quiet and when I stepped into the plane I started feeling sick. In just one day I'd have to face Wilson and talk about the stuff he did.

I was afraid he'd somehow turn it against me, but Dad promised that he knew a good attorney in case that happened.

Really, what could he say? That I begged him to do it?

The only problem was that there was no proof besides my statement.

Are you scared of the dark
Are you afraid they'll break your heart
Are you afraid you'll lose yourself
Are you afraid of your own health

Are you scared to lose
Are you afraid to choose
Are you afraid you'll win
Are you scared of your own sin

There was a knock on the door and I quickly composed myself and exited. The girl on the other side smiled at me and I rolled my eyes on my way to my seat.

I'd never understand chicks. Was that how it worked for them? A smile then the guy was all over them?

Shit. I had to take care of my little Aly if that was how it worked.

"It's gonna be okay, son."

"I know, Dad," I mumbled, slumping in my seat.

"You still look pale."

"I just thought of something," I admitted. He watched me worried, imagining the worst probably. "Promise to take care of Alice when she grows up if I'm not around."

"What do you mean if you're not around?"

"Well…I kinda talked with Edward this weekend." I grinned at him. "It will be nice to go away to college together?"

"Of course you can. Your mom and I will support your decision."

"We don't want to come back to Forks," I added quietly.

"That's understandable, son. I wouldn't do it either if I were you." He patted my leg. "And just like you, I bet Alice will leave us too."

"Well, you know how girls are in high school."

"Kiddo, she's still five."

I laughed realizing how far ahead of myself I had gotten. "Yeah, sorry. Just fast-forwarded to the future."

He laughed too and squeezed my knee. "Don't worry. Everything's goin' to be okay. I'm glad you finally told us."

I stared at my hands in my lap, not meeting his eyes. "I was scared," I mumbled.

"Oh, I believe you, but you should know that you can tell us anything. I told your mother there was something off with you when you returned, but she didn't see it. You stayed with Alice all the time, not like you didn't before but then it was like she was your shield."

"Dad," I groaned. "I was fifteen! And you told me camp would be tough but I still wanted to go. I didn't tell you anything because…I was afraid you'd tell me it was my fault."

"Jasper, I could never do that! Never."

I nodded and grasped his hand. "Thanks, Dad."

The captain announced us that we were going to land on Dulles Airport soon. I fastened my seatbelt and leaned back in my seat, closing my eyes. Dad kept his hand in mine and I appreciated it. I felt like a scared little boy and wasn't afraid to beg him to hold my hand all the time we were here.

We didn't check any baggage, only bringing a small suitcase on board. Dad hailed a cab and I slipped into the backseat while he sat up front, telling the driver our hotel's name.

I checked the time and did the math then realized Edward would be home, but I still sent him a text message unsure if he could answer. He was three hours behind.

Time zones sucked balls.

Hi, babe. Landed. M'kay. U? ~J

I stared out the window until my phone started ringing. Smiling, I answered quietly.

"Hi, Edward."

"You're okay? How was the flight?"

I chuckled. "I'm great. Nervous as fuck, but okay. You?"

"When you get back you're gonna love the project we have," he grumbled.

"Is it bad?" I asked curiously.

"The Bio teacher is crazy. He put an egg on each desk and said the pair that worked on that desk to take care of the fucking egg for a month. It's like that Sex Ed shit. Crap, sorry, Bella. You didn't hear me cuss, okay?" he muttered apologetically.

"An egg?" I barked out a laugh.

"Yeah, and you already lost points because you didn't greet it."

"I didn't greet the egg? Sorry. I will do it when I return," I promised.

"Don't be mad but I didn't have any idea how to name it…and let the girls do it."

I could only imagine. "What's the egg's name?"

"Dick, short for Richard."

"Holy shit!" I shouted making Dad turn to look at me and give me a glare. "Sorry," I whispered, biting my lip. "So…is, uh, Dick okay?"

"Yep. I have to paint it how I want it to look like… At least, that way I know it won't become an omelet."

"Sounds good. Anything else?" I asked, watching the stores out the window.

"Not much. Everything's pretty quiet."

"Good. I'd hate to have to come back and bust balls," I whispered, mindful that Dad could hear me.

"Yeah, they're really quiet. Did you get to the hotel?" he asked eagerly.

"Not yet. We're in the ca…b," I dragged out the word as I caught a glimpse of the Capitol. "Wow."

"What?"

"I can see the Capitol. So beautiful."

"I'm kinda jealous," he mumbled then gasped. "Bella! Fuck! Jazz, I have to go," he whispered and hung up.

I hoped everything was okay. I knew all too well how it was to take care of a kid. And Bella seemed to be a lot quieter than my Alice.

We arrived at the hotel and checked in then got situated in our room. I showered and watched TV while Dad looked over some files. We had to meet with his lawyer friend in the morning.

Edward texted me some time later, letting me know that everything was under control and she had nearly smashed a window with a ball. I took my words back about Bella, though it was apparently the dog's fault.

That night I couldn't sleep. Making sure Dad was asleep I slipped out of the room in search of the way to the rooftop. When I realized I got the way from the first try I was pleased and a little wary since there was a stone in the door. Someone else was there.

Tentatively, I stepped onto the roof, making sure the door wouldn't close and I shuffled a few feet away.

I sat down on the stone and leaned my back against the wall, staring at the Capitol. This was definitely not the way I wanted to see the country.

Sighing heavily, I took my packet of cigarettes out and brought one to my lips, patting my pocket for the lighter. Crap. I didn't have one.

"Do you need a light?"

I jumped a mile at the small voice. Looking up I saw a girl who looked like she worked at the hotel. I nodded and leaned closer for her to light my smoke.

"Thanks," I puffed around the cigarette.

She hovered a little until I patted the spot next to me. Might as well keep each other company. She looked pretty decent.

"Can't sleep?" she whispered.

"Not really. Second night in a row," I grumbled, looking up at the stars. "You?"

"I come here to get some peace and quiet while the guests are sleeping. But you're not the first to keep me company. You'll be amazed how many people end up here at night."

"Really?" I asked shocked, staring at the red end of my smoke. "I guess everyone has their own problems."

"Yeah, you're right." She nodded. "What problems do you have? You don't look that old."

I glanced at her. She didn't look that old herself – maybe just out of college. "Everyone has problems," I told her, tearing my eyes from her.

"Do you need to talk to someone?"

"No, thanks." Just then my phone started ringing.

Guess dad lost me.

"I'm coming, Dad," I mumbled.

"Uh…it's me," Edward said quietly from the other side.

"Edward!" I shouted. "Why aren't you sleeping?

"I guess you should answer that, not me. It's eleven thirty here."

That means it's too late here. "And why did you call me?" I chuckled.

"I wanted to know how you were. I knew you weren't sleeping."

"M'kay." I shrugged, getting up and going a few feet away from the girl. "I can't sleep."

"I know. I mean, I knew you couldn't sleep," he whispered.

"Did you talk with Aly or something?" I asked suspiciously.

"No, Jazz. I know you."

Of course he knew. He always understood me.

"Do you want to talk?" Edward wondered.

"Not really. I'm just nervous. I'm meeting with a lawyer tomorrow…uh, today," I mumbled.

"It will end up okay. You'll see. They'll send that fucker to prison."

"I hope so… They don't have any proof, Edward."

"There must be something. They'll find something. Don't worry, baby," he said soothingly.

"Yeah, I hope they find something. If they don't, he goes back to camp or whatever he's doing now." I gasped, realizing something. "What if there are others?"

"Do you want me to help?" he asked softly.

"How? I mean, no. Don't do anything stupid."

"I'm just going to help. I'm getting bored here…Forks is extremely boring, let me have some action," he begged me.

"Just be careful. I have to go before Dad wakes up and doesn't find me in the room," I added quickly.

"Okay. Good night. I love you."

"I love you too, Edward," I whispered and hung up, throwing my cigarette down and stomping on it.

When I turned around to go back, I saw the girl still smoking and looking up at the sky. Shit. Did she hear?

"I'm going back." I gestured to the door.

She smiled and nodded. "Bye."

"Bye." I nodded and made my way to our room. Dad was sleeping soundly when I slipped back inside.

As I stayed in my bed and tried to fall asleep listening to Dad's snores I thought of how much I missed Edward.

I closed my eyes and willed sleep to come. It seemed so far away.

Are you afraid to sleep
Are you scared there's no stability
Are you afraid of your own fragility

I kept tossing and turning, creating odd scenarios in my head until somehow I fell asleep. Because the place where I was had to be a twisted dream.

I was in that blasted room I used to share with five other guys. I was wide awake and staring at the ceiling wondering if he forgot about me. Not like I missed him.

My heart jumped in my throat when I heard the door open then a silhouette approached my bed.

No. Not again.

I rolled on my other side, hugging my knees to my chest.

Go away. I squeezed my eyes shut as a hand touched my shoulder.

I burrowed my face in my pillow and bit on it to keep from crying. I was terrified. He was going to do it again. With everyone else still in the room.

His hand squeezed my shoulder then shook it. Fear gripped me, paralyzing my limbs.

No. I won't turn and let you see my tears.

"Jasper."

No.

I felt him leave but didn't have time to relax enough when I felt a hand on my face.

"Son, wake up."

I shot up, narrowly missing Dad's head.

Fuck. A nightmare.

To live
When you think you're dying
To laugh
When you feel like crying
To stand
When you think you're gonna fall
It's just fear after all
It's only fear after all

My stomach started churning as I remembered the vividness of the dream, when in reality it had only been Dad trying to wake me up. I could almost feel his skin-crawling touch.

Bile rose in my throat and I bolted to the bathroom. I made it to the toilet in time.

I felt Dad behind me. He crouched next to me and moved the hair from my eyes then rubbed my back with his other hand.

"Do you want some water?" he whispered.

I nodded weakly, resting my head against the cool porcelain. I didn't even care if it was dirty.

"Here you go."

I cleansed my mouth then took a few sips before turning around and slumping against the wall and bringing my knees to my chest. It had been so long since I'd had such an intense nightmare that I had no idea what to do with myself.

"I can call Felix and let him know we can't meet today," Dad said quietly, sitting next to me.

"No, Dad. We're going. Give me a few minutes."

"Jasper, you're sick."

"I had a nightmare," I explained.

His eyes widened then he hugged me tightly. "I still can't believe you didn't talk to us, son."

I bit my lip as I felt tears gathering in my eyes. I remembered vividly all the sleepless nights and all the plans I made to go to their room and tell them, only to cower and hide under my blanket, crying myself to sleep.

"I'm sorry," I murmured, sniffing. Fuck. I was pathetic.

"You're allowed to cry, kid. I'll make sure that fucking piece of shit won't see the light of day ever again," he promised me solemnly.

A sob escaped me and that was all it took for more to come. In no time I was a mess, but I knew he didn't judge me for breaking down.

A few hours later, we met with his friend, Felix, for lunch. If I'd seen this guy on the street I wouldn't have thought he was a lawyer. He looked like a weight lifter.

We talked for hours and he said he'd contact everyone that stayed in my room to see if they were aware of what was going on, or if someone else had been abused.

It was going to be a long week. Our first hearing was only one day away.

That night when Edward called, I was out with Dad, trying a seafood restaurant. Fish wasn't my thing, but the paella tasted really good. My detective-in-making boyfriend had talked with Paul, the only friend I made in camp. I had no idea how he contacted him but the information he got was very important so I told Dad to call Felix. Apparently, Paul had returned to the camp the next year and had been witness to some pretty disturbing stuff.

When Felix joined us, we had just reached dessert.

"How did you get that information?" he asked, sitting down next to me and waving dismissingly to the approaching waiter.

"Uh, my friend…kind of asked… He just wanted to help," I said embarrassed.

"And he didn't tell you how he found this Paul person?"

"Not really. I didn't ask. I was too shocked by what he said," I admitted.

"Well, I need to talk to your friend," Felix demanded. "Call him."

Dad gave me a pointed look that said "You told me to call him, now accept the consequences."

"Missed me?" Edward laughed as he answered. "I know you love me for the info I got."

"I love you anyway," I promised. "Listen, Felix, the lawyer, wants to talk to you," I said quietly.

"Okay. Is there something wrong?" he asked worried.

"Not really. He just wants to ask you a few questions."

"Okay. Put him on," Edward told me sounding like a professional.

Felix got up, took my phone and excused himself. "Felix Smith speaking," he said into my phone as he walked away.

Next we'll hear from Edward. :)