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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 ... Secret Agent Man - Johnny Rivers

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

Now, enjoy Cutesper and Sweetward.

EPOV

Since I promised Jazz to help, I spent my lunch break in the library, searching for stuff about his summer camp. I kept browsing for at least fifteen minutes until I found a name I knew. Liam Wilson.

Fuck. He looked like a serial killer. A rapist – exactly what he was.

Clicking on the article, I skimmed through it and at the end of it I found a link to the summer camp. There, I searched for 2009, the year when it happened and found every boy's name listed there.

My eyes lingered on Jasper and how young he looked. I couldn't help but smile at the military style haircut he had. I bet he hated it because I knew how much he loved his longer hair.

Then as I looked through the names I found a name I'd heard of – Paul Mendez. This was his friend, the guy he befriended. He looked like a Native American and after checking his information, I saw he lived in La Push. That was close. There were signs everywhere with the route to La Push. He was older. He finished high school last year. I hoped he was still in his hometown.

There's a man who leads a life of danger
To everyone he meets he stays a stranger
With every move he makes another chance he takes
Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow

With that thought in mind and his address on a piece of paper, I went to the nurse. I lied that I wasn't feeling well and my white skin helped her believe me. She wrote me a slip and told me to get it to the secretary then go home.

By the time lunch break was over, I was in La Push, searching for the address. When I finally found the house, I stood parked in front of it unsure how to proceed.

What the hell am I doing here?

This Paul guy will think I'm crazy.

The door of the house opened and it looked like him. He started off to the beach and it was now or never, so I jumped out of the car and ran over to him.

Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number and taken away your name

"Hey!" I shouted as I closed the gap between us.

He stopped and turned to me. He frowned and eyed me curiously. "Do I know you?"

"No, but we need to talk. Paul, right?" I checked.

"Yes, that's me," he said warily.

"My name's Edward. I'm Jasper's…friend."

His eyes lit up. "Jasper? Whitlock?"

I nodded. "Yep."

His eyes flicked to his house then he jerked his head to the vast beach ahead. "Let's take a walk. I'm sick of fighting with my old man."

I nodded, unsure what to tell him.

"He wants me to go to college. I'm happy here helping my friend with his garage," he explained even though I didn't ask.

"Oh, I see. We still have one more year of high school," I told him, stuffing my hands in my pockets.

"You'll miss those years."

"I doubt it," I muttered.

He chuckled and looked off the ocean. "Is Jasper okay? How did you find me?"

I stalked you. "It's a long story."

"I have time," he answered, sitting on a log.

I sat next to him and asked about the camp. That got his attention. He understood what I wanted to talk about. He knew what happened to Jazz. He had returned to the camp and he wished he hadn't after what he'd seen. Wilson always found one or two boys. He had even tried to touch him, but he was lucky to escape before something happened.

I learned so much shit that I felt sick by the end of our conversation. I felt obliged to explain why I wanted all that information and Paul was quick to offer to help put Wilson in prison. He was going to talk with one of the other boys he knew that had been abused.

Beware of pretty faces that you find
A pretty face can hide an evil mind
Ah, be careful what you say
Or you'll give yourself away
Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow

When I looked at my phone and saw it was close to five, I shouted in surprise and jumped up. "Bella. Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm sorry, I have to go," I rushed out.

"Late to a date?" He laughed.

"My sister," I explained.

We exchanged phone numbers and I sped to the kindergarten. I burst in the building and scared Suzanne who was picking toys up. There was no Bella.

"Hi!" I gasped out. "Where's Bella?"

"You forgot?" she asked amused.

"I'm sorry…I was busy. Where is she?"

"Mrs. Whitlock offered to take her."

I nodded and waved goodbye then left, driving to Jasper's house. I felt so stupid for forgetting about my sister. She probably hated me.

I knocked, trying to think of a good excuse. No one had to know where I'd been. Besides Jazz. I was planning to call and tell him.

"Edward!" Mrs. Whitlock exclaimed. "Come in, honey. Bella's pretty distressed. She said you got sick of her."

"Hello," I whispered. "I forgot," I mumbled, biting my lip.

She smiled softly, shaking her head. "Go and talk to her. She's in Alice's room. Send Aly down to me."

I nodded and took the stairs two at a time. I knocked once and poked my head inside. Bella was with Alice on the carpet playing with dolls, but I could tell she was upset.

"Hi, girls," I said cheerfully.

Alice shot me a dirty look as Bella pouted, not meeting my eyes.

"Alice, your mom wants to talk to you." She got up and left but not before scowling at me.

I sat next to Bella, unsure how to proceed. "Hey, sweets. I'm sorry."

"You're mean!"

"Do you believe me that I lost track of time? I didn't exactly forget about you. I was really worried when I went to the kindergarten and you weren't there."

"Mrs. Charlotte took me because you forgot about me!" she huffed.

"Bella, I was a little busy. I swear, I didn't mean to…"

"Forget me?" she added, her lower lip quivering and her brown eyes filling with tears. "I want Mommy."

"Mom's working, you know that. Let's go home."

"NO!"

"Bella, we can do whatever you want. We can take Bertie for a walk?" I suggested, knowing she'd accept.

Reluctantly, she agreed and all the way home she mumbled that she was doing it for the dog. Got to love her.

Because I promised, when we got home, I put the leash on Bertie and we took him around the block. That didn't last too long because Bella complained that she was cold and tired. I took her in my arms and went home. I didn't have any luck getting her eat so I put her down to nap while I called Jazz. He was surprised to hear what I'd done, but didn't ask how I contacted Paul. We talked for a few minutes then hung up to let him talk to his lawyer.

I was thinking of what color to make the egg's eyes when my phone rang. Dick fell onto the bed thankfully – not like I cared much about the stupid egg.

Jazz wanted me to talk to his lawyer. It started getting real.

When Mom got home, I was still on the phone, explaining everything I had done. Felix, the lawyer, wanted to talk to Paul and the other boy…and with me. There – in Washington D.C..

It took me about an hour to pluck up my courage and tell Mom what I had done. I was afraid of her reaction, which never came. Good nor bad. Nothing.

Only when Dad came home, did I get called into their room. Mom had tears in her eyes and I thought I screwed it all up, but it turned out they were both moved by the lengths I had gone to help Jasper.

"I had to help somehow," I told them seriously. "I…love him."

Mom choked up and came to hug me. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed.

"Why? I don't understand. What's going on?" I insisted.

"Edward," Dad said quietly. "We want to help you go to him and be there…but we can't. There's not money for that."

Oh. All the plans I had the whole afternoon, of being close to Jazz during this time…went out the window.

My stomach felt like it had just taken a huge punch.

"But we promise we'll do everything we can so you can be there. I still can't believe you searched for all that information. We're proud of you, honey," Mom told me, cupping my cheek. "We'll do everything we can."

"M-mom…don't. It's okay. Jazz knows I'm there, even if…I'm still here," I mumbled.

"Don't be silly. You need to be there with him," Dad insisted. "When's the hearing?"

"Tomorrow, but they may push it…because they have proof now," I explained.

They nodded and told me to go to bed. I wasn't even tired so I checked on Bella, knowing I had to grovel.

"Knock knock," I whispered, sticking my head in her room.

"Who's there?"

I was forgiven if we were playing.

"Your stupid big brother," I answered, stepping inside.

"Not stupid!" she screeched. "Just extra silly."

"Thanks. That makes me feel so much better," I told her, plopping on her bed. She snuggled on my lap and I hugged her. "Sorry, sweets."

"You're forgiven, silly!" She wrapped her little arms around me and hugged me tightly. "Don't forget me again." She kissed my cheek sloppily leaving slobber knowing full well I didn't like it.

"Hey!" I complained. "You upset the Tickling Monster."

"No!" Bella screeched and squirmed.

"I'm afraid you have to suffer the consequences," I said solemnly.

"MOOOMMY!"

"She can't help," I growled and pressed her body to bed before digging my fingers in her sides.

"HELP!"

I trapped her legs to the bed with my knee as I kept tickling her belly. The fun didn't last long because the door opened and Mom barged in looking worried only to give me an exasperated look.

"Edward, honestly!" she huffed, putting her hands on her hips. "Can you attempt to act your age?"

"I'll try," I promised moving away from Bella. Before she could go to Mom, I lunged and grabbed her around the waist. "But where's the fun in that?"

"I bet Bella will have such a peaceful life once you go to college," Mom said seriously.

"Boring. She'll miss me. Won't you, sweets?"

"No! You're mean."

I gasped and clutched at my heart. "You heard that? I'm mean!" I told Mom.

"Come with me and let the poor child sleep."

I gave her a big smooch then followed Mom out of the room.

"What is it?" I asked as Mom led me to the kitchen.

"We thought about it and we know how important this is for you two so I'll drive you tomorrow to Seattle and board you on a flight to D.C.," she explained.

"With what money? You just said we don't have any. Mom, please, Jazz understands that I can't be there."

"Edward, do you want to be there or not?"

Duh. "You know I do."

"Then it's settled. As for the money it is yours anyway."

I frowned, not really understanding. "What?"

"We have some money put away for you when you go to college and to help you there. A few hundred wouldn't be missed."

I almost tackled her as I rushed to hug her. "Thanks, Mom. You're the best!"

"Now go to bed because apparently you didn't feel well to stay all day at school. At least, you have a good reason to miss the next few days," she scolded me lightly.

"They called you?" I asked shocked.

"Of course they did. The principal said you were pale."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm pale. It's your fault," I grumbled.

She giggled and pushed me up the stairs.

Before going to bed, I sent Paul a message asking if Felix talked to him. He answered that he and the other boy were flying to D.C. the next day. I made plans to meet them at the airport.

That's when I realized I had to pack a few things and since it was still early, I emptied my school bag onto the floor and started throwing clothes in it along with the notes I took in the library.

I fell asleep thinking about how in only a few hours I was going to see Jasper.

In the morning, I showered quickly, got dressed and ate while packing last minute stuff. Mom was driving me to the airport. They had bought my ticket last night. I really loved them.

We had to drop Bella off at the kindergarten and then we were off to Seattle.

"Don't forget Dick!" she shouted when I was about to step outside.

Fuck. I narrowed my eyes at her and rushed to the fridge getting the stupid egg. I put it in the support I created for it then went to the car.

Mom kept smiling and looking at me and the egg. I pursed my lips and after strapping my seatbelt, I looked out the window.

It wasn't exactly my fault my Biology teacher was insane. He could have simply used the baby-dolls everyone used, but he wanted to be special.

I said goodbye to Bella and promised to talk to her soon. She gave me another slobbery smooch knowing the Tickling Monster was in a hurry and couldn't attack her, but what she didn't know was that the Tickling Monster forgave but didn't forget.

We arrived right on time at the airport and after seeing Paul, I said my goodbye to Mom, realizing for the first time since I accepted to do this that I'd be alone. I'd never gone anywhere so far away.

Paul introduced me to the other guy – Alec. He was a short guy with a mop of black hair and a baby face; he was probably younger than us. That made me sick because it showed what kind of person Wilson was.

I sat at the window and looked at the clouds, not really seeing them. I was thinking of the time when I'd have to be there for Jazz, in that room full of people – people that didn't understand much.

Shit. What if they make me talk? I thought panicked.

What if Wilson wins?

No. I can't think like that.

Jasper and this kid will win.

"Are you okay?" Paul asked worried. "You're turning really white."

I turned to him and brushed my sleeve over my sweating forehead. "Good. Just over-thinking."

The flight to D.C. was eventless with the exception of the last half hour. It was pouring and it took some time for the plane to land. Alec looked terrified and it took me, Paul and the flight attendant to calm him and promise the plane wasn't going to crash.

Finally after landing and on our way to claim our baggage, I called Jasper. He answered promptly as I balanced Dick and my suitcase, keeping the phone between my shoulder and ear.

"Babe, did Paul and the other guy arrive? Felix booked them a room at my hotel."

"Yeah, Paul just texted me," I said as seriously as I could making Paul chuckle. I glared at him as we stepped outside into the stupid rain.

I left Forks to come to normal spring weather and I got rain. Fuck.

"That's great. You should have given him my phone number so they won't get lost."

"He has the name of the hotel. It's not rocket science," I told him amused. I slid in the backseat of a cab with Alec next to me. Paul sat shotgun and said the hotel's name quietly, whispering something else to the driver, who caught my eye in the rear-view mirror. He winked and I knew he'd play along.

I kept talking with Jazz until we pulled up in front of his hotel.

Holy shit. He was there…waiting for Paul and Alec. Why couldn't he wait in his room, or inside the hotel? Like a normal person.

"Oh, they just pulled up, Edward. I'll call you later," he told me.

"Okay. See you soon," I said before hanging up.

Paul stepped out of the cab and I watched as he hugged Jasper then Alec followed and closed the door.

"You want another tour so you can surprise him?" the cabbie asked me.

"I'd appreciate it," I said quietly.

"All done?" he asked Paul who had grabbed the baggage from the trunk.

We pulled off and I made sure they were inside the hotel before telling the cabbie to return. I wanted to pay him for the short tour and he waved me off.

"Son, I know how it is to miss a dear one. The reunion is so sweet," he told me smiling.

"Thank you," I mumbled and slipped out of the cab, grabbing my backpack which had been with me in the backseat.

I stepped into the hotel and found them at the reception, talking with the girl behind the counter. Just as I began to approach them, she gave Paul the key.

It happened so quickly I was still shocked when I realized what happened. Alec grabbed Paul's hand running to the elevator that was closing. Jazz stood shocked in the middle of the reception area, staring after them. I dropped my backpack and wrapped my arms around him from behind, hoping he wouldn't elbow me in the stomach.

He froze then slowly turned around looking at me with wide, blue eyes.

"Edward?" he gasped.

"Surprise." I pressed my mouth to his, forgetting about the girl a few feet away.