A/N: Here we go! The very last thing I will post for this story…what a ride! Thank you to everyone involved: torisurfergirl, starpower31 and my family for putting up with me ignoring them! Haha.

I hope you enjoy Jasper…just remember he changes. This is pretty long because there was a lot that I needed to cover.

Outtake – Jasper

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

JPOV

Bitch. That word just circled inside my head over and over, as I drank yet another drink. I had lost count of how many drinks I'd had, but I knew that it was enough for the bartender to take my keys away.

"Who?" the bartender, Joe, asked me.

"What?"

"Who's a bitch? You keep saying that word, but you won't tell me who you are talking about," Joe said, smiling at me.

"Oh, I didn't realize I had said it out loud. Actually, I'm talking about two people. My girlfriend and her friend."

"Well, buddy, wanna talk about it?"

"No!" I practically shouted, stepping back so quickly that the bar stool fell out from under me and crashed to the floor.

After that, everything happened fast. The manager of the bar was holding me down and Joe was calling me a cab. Soon enough, I was dropped off at home, only to take another cab over to Edward's place. I jumped out, asking them to wait for me.

Screaming, yelling, ranting and raving at him did nothing to help my anger. I could have spit fire at him and it wouldn't have made any difference. Edward laughed at me when discovering the bruises that bitch #1 had left all over my neck. He had also defended bitch #2 when I told him how she had dumped me. These two bitches were ruining my life, and they had my brother under their spell.

Hopping back in the cab, I gave the driver a different address to take me to. I was going to go soak my sorrow away in one of my regular women.

"Jazzy!" Irina purred, as she opened the door. "You look terrible! Come in, let Irina make you all better."

Irina was Russian; I had met her at the local brothel just outside of Reno several months before I had met Bella. She moonlighted doing her own business, of which I was a happy participant. Going to her was normal; I always went to her when I was upset about something in my life. She was easy to use and throw away after with no commitment expected.

Irina led me through her house and into the back bedroom. Before I could blink, she had my pants down and my dick in her mouth. She pushed me a little, and I fell into her couch, leaning my head back against it, relishing the feeling that her mouth always gave me. Licking and sucking was definitely her specialty, and I was coming in her mouth before too long.

"Jazzy, vhy you alvays come here vhen you are mad? Just vonce you need to vuck me vhen you are happy. That little girl giving you problems again? She still not letting you vuck her?" Irina kept talking and chatting about Bella. I knew that I shouldn't have cheated on Bella, but I also knew that Bella wasn't likely to sleep with me, and I had to get it somewhere. Really, she should have expected this.

But, since Bella had broken up with me that morning, I figured why the hell not? Bitch deserved to get cheated on…

And that Alice! Seducing me, ruining my relationship with Bella, and then trying to kiss me? What the fuck was wrong with that chick!?

After fucking Irina as hard as I could, I ended up leaving and catching a cab back to the bar to pick up my car. The bartender was not happy to see me, or to give me back my keys, and I almost hit him. His smirk told me that I wasn't going to get my keys back from him without a fight, so I punched him, grabbed my keys and ran. This day was getting worse and worse.

Later that day, I had tried to reason with Bella, but she slammed the door in my face. I drove straight to the grocery store and attempted to buy out the liquor department. But, there wasn't enough alcohol in the world to fix the problem.

Alice. She was the problem. Things were fine with Bella before her…she had ruined everything.

~~WLTY~~

What in the fuck is she talking about? I got her pregnant? Who does that little bitch think she is kidding? She gave it up to me so easily, how could I possibly believe that she didn't do that to every guy she meets?

I called her a whore, yelling and screaming at her, but it hadn't made me feel better. I needed to do something worse. I thought briefly about keying her car, but I didn't want to get arrested or anything. Instead, I kicked the plants that she had outside her apartment, breaking several of them. I laughed when I saw them in pieces.

I sat down at my favorite sports bar and ordered a boiler maker. And then another. Pretty soon, I was feeling much better, and I decided to head over to Bella's place. I needed to make one final plea. For some reason I couldn't get her out of my head.

What I wasn't prepared for was my own brother fucking her. No wonder he had been happy the morning she had broken up with me. And there he was, in nothing but his boxers, telling me to calm down and not talk about Bella like the whore that she is. The fact that he didn't yell at me made me even madder.

I swear, when he told me that Bella was having his baby, I thought I was going to shit a brick. It took everything I had to stop myself from rushing him and pounding him into a bloody pulp. This fucker called himself my brother, but he was fucking my girlfriend and getting her pregnant…she wouldn't even sleep with me!

A day or so later—who can remember—I got a text from Edward that made me stop in my tracks.

:You better do right by Alice, or I swear I will tell Mom:

Oh fuck! If Edward was going to tell Esme, I would be totally screwed. She would be livid if I wasn't trying to do my best by Alice. Fuck! I made up my mind right then that I would need to offer money to Alice…that was the only way to appease my mother.

Calling her didn't make any difference. She just yelled at me and then hung up. I sat down on my couch and ran my hand through my hair. If I really wanted to avoid getting yelled at by my mother, then I was going to have to do something drastic. That meant going over to her house.

When she opened the door, I thought she looked very pale…almost sickly. We fought of course, because she wouldn't listen to me and just do what I said for once. This woman was more infuriating than any woman I had met, including Bella.

Then she yelled at me and told me to get out. Before I could even move, I could see her eyes roll back into her head and she collapsed. Moving on instinct, I was able to catch her before she hit the ground. Panicked, I slapped her face to wake her up. She didn't move. I shook her; she didn't move. I laid her down on the ground and went and got some water and threw it at her face. She didn't move.

My heart started beating fast…she was going to blame me for this, I knew it! What do I do? What do I do? Frantic, I started looking around the tiny apartment. Honestly, I wasn't sure what I was looking for, but somehow I thought I would know if I saw it. Maybe there was some magical cure for someone passing out.

Eventually, I had calmed myself down enough to realize that I needed to call 9-1-1. "Hello? My, um, girlfriend passed out, and I can't wake her up."

"Is she still breathing, sir?"

I leaned my head down next to her mouth, and I could feel air coming out of her nose. "Yes."

"OK, what's the address of where you are?"

I relayed Alice's address to the operator, who opted to stay on the line with me until the paramedics got there. Once they showed up, the operator hung up. I decided that I should probably go with her to the hospital…seemed like a dumbshit idea to just go home. Ed and my mother would kill me.

Crap! Quickly reaching for my phone, I dialed my mother's number. "Mom?"

"Hi, Jazzy. What's up?"

"Um, can you and dad meet me at the hospital? My gir-um, a girl I know just passed out and she's on her way there now." Silently, I crossed my fingers, hoping she would just come and not ask any questions.

"Who is this girl?"

"Mom, can you please just meet us there? They are taking her to St. Mary's. I promise I'll tell you what's going on when we get there."

She sighed. "OK, Jazzy. Your father and I will meet you there."

"Thanks, Mom."

I hung up the phone and started walking toward my car. The ambulance had just left with Alice, and I needed to head over to the hospital on my own. No way in hell I was riding with them; I'd be stranded at the hospital if I did.

Pulling into the parking garage for the hospital, I realized that I should probably call Bella also. I wasn't expecting Edward to answer the phone.

"Jasper, why are you calling so late?"

"Ed, it's Alice. I went to see her, like you said I should, and she just collapsed. I couldn't wake her up for anything, so I had to call 9-1-1. We are at St. Mary's."

"We'll be right there."

"Good, hurry. I threw water on her, Ed, and she wouldn't wake up. Nothing I did helped." I hung up the phone, satisfied that he would think that I did my best. At least I wouldn't get in trouble.

Anger radiated through me for a moment, as I remembered how he had threatened to tell Esme on me. He may be my brother, but he was really an asshole. I was going to prove to my parents that I was the better son.

Confident that things were going to turn around for me, I walked into the hospital believing that I owned the world. I walked up to the nurse's station and asked to see Alice.

"What's her last name?" an old lady asked from behind the desk.

I drew a blank. Had anyone ever told me her last name? "I'm sorry…I don't remember her last name. She's my girlfriend, and she was just brought in by ambulance?"

She raised her eyebrows at me. "She's your girlfriend, and you don't know her last name?"

"Hey, it's a new relationship, don't give me your judgmental crap!" I yelled at her.

"Sir, I need you to calm down. I'll see if I can find her in our system, but I can't release any information to you unless you are her next of kin. I'll see if I can locate the doctor working on her." Then she turned her back on me.

Anger coursed through my body again. Who the hell does this bitch think she is? Talking to me like that! Frustrated, and mildly embarrassed, I began pacing through the lobby.

Not soon enough, Edward and Bella showed up. My ire rose in my throat as she explained that she was Alice's next of kin. Who the fuck were these girls that they assigned each other as their power of attorney? Fuck; this whole situation sucks.

Mom and Dad showed up soon after that, and the day just got worse and worse. My mother fucking yelled at me in front of everyone! I tried to calm down, not wanting to show her and everyone else how affected I was by being yelled at. But, my semi-calm almost dissipated altogether when I was forced to stay at Alice's bedside until morning. In the fucking hospital!

After everyone left, I positioned myself in the pullout chair next to her bed and flipped the TV on, doing my best to ignore her. Knowing that my mother had Alice's phone number, I was careful not to say or do anything that would be 'reported back.'

"Jasper?" Alice whispered. It was late; after the nurse made me turn the TV off.

"Hmm?" I was really trying hard to sleep, couldn't she just leave me alone?

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I really have to go to the bathroom. Can you help me?"

"Didn't they give you a catheter?" I questioned, not wanting to get up.

"No, they didn't. I'm not an invalid, Jasper." She sounded pissed.

"Then why do you need my help?" This chick wasn't making any sense at all.

She grunted, obviously frustrated as well, and proceeded to get up from the bed on her own. Then, I realized that she was going to tell Esme on me, so I got up quickly, mumbled an apology, and helped her to the bathroom. I was also quick to leave, not wanting to be in the room while she was going. Gross.

She woke me up a couple more times throughout the night. She asked me to help her get the nurse, since she couldn't find the call button, and she asked if I could get her something to drink. After each time, I got angrier and angrier. By morning, I was so pissed that I couldn't see straight.

Who the fuck does she think she is, making me her fucking slave for the night!? I swear to God, if I never see her again it will be too soon. What a bitch!

I did my duty; I had stayed with her all night, and I took her home. Relief settled on me after I left her at her apartment complex, hoping that I would never have to do anything else for her.

Unfortunately, my father had different plans. "Jazz, I want you to come visit us today. Like, right now."

My father had called me just as I was pulling into my parking spot at my condo. "But, Dad, I didn't get any sleep last night, and I'm tired!" I whined.

"Now, Jasper Carlisle Cullen. If you aren't here in fifteen minutes, I'm coming to get you. Do not make me come and get you…you aren't ten years old anymore." He sounded extremely serious and almost mad. I decided it would be better for me to just go over there and deal with whatever was coming.

I noticed my mother's car was gone when I pulled into the driveway at my parents' house. Sighing with relief, I walked in the house and found my dad sitting in the living room, waiting for me.

"Sit." When my father had this tone, I knew that I had better just listen and do what I'm told. Last time I hadn't, he had beat my ass—metaphorically of course. I took a seat on the couch, a foot or two away from him, and looked at him expectantly. "I cannot tell you how disappointed I was at your behavior last night."

"But, Dad, I stayed all night and then gave her a ride home!"

Carlisle shook his head. "Not that behavior…what Alice, Bella and Edward said you have been like lately. We didn't raise you to talk to women like that! We didn't raise you to treat anyone the way you've been treating them. What the hell is going on with you?"

For a moment, I just stared at him. My father rarely ever got mad, and he looked pissed! Finally, I found my voice, "Look, Alice has done nothing but be rude to me. She called me all sorts of names, too! I was just defending myself!"

"That's bullshit, Jasper Cullen!" If my father never got angry, he certainly never swore at me. This was starting to get scary. He leaned toward me, pointing his finger into my chest. "You will take care of her while she's pregnant. You will! If I hear any differently, you will be answering to me, do you understand that?"

I nodded.

"Good. Starting right now, you will be responsible for her grocery budget. I don't care what she wants or needs, you will buy it for her. Once a week, minimum, you will take her grocery shopping." I started to protest, but he put his hand up stopping me. "I don't care what feeble excuse you have, you will do this or I swear to God I will evict you from the condo."

My eyes widened. I knew having my parents as a co-signer on my condo loan was a big mistake.

"And, another thing. This attitude that you have developed…this is unacceptable. I am making a counseling appointment for you on Monday morning. You will go, for a minimum of three sessions, or the same threat applies."

This was getting worse. "What the hell, Dad, you think I'm crazy or something?" I shouted, getting up from the couch. I began pacing, thinking desperately of how to get myself out of this mess.

"No, Jasper. I don't," he said quietly. "When I was younger, I had to go because of a medical condition. The psychiatrist put me on medication when I was about your age to deal with my overactive aggression. I think you have the same problem."

My pacing slowed, and I looked at him for further explanation.

Carlisle sighed, running his hand through his hair. "When I was younger, I had a lot of anger. Your mother was scared of me one night, because of my screaming, and she forced me to get help. I was diagnosed with over-producing testosterone. I've been on medication ever since. You remind me of how I acted, and I want you to get help."

After I had been talking to him for about an hour, Esme walked in. She didn't know about the conversation that I had just had with my father, so she lay down the law also. She told me that I had to be better about helping Alice, and she wasn't going to stand by and watch me treat people like that. Carlisle had promised me that he wouldn't mention this to Esme or Edward…otherwise I would have been completely humiliated.

So, that's how I ended up going to counseling. To say that my father's admission shocked me would be a huge understatement. The counseling session went OK…actually I really fucking hated it. She was pushy, making me talk about things and situations that I had no intention of telling her about. My father had obviously spoken to her ahead of time.

By the second session, she had diagnosed me with the same thing my father had. The counselor placed me on anti-testosterone medication. She had told me that it might take up to a week to kick in, before I would notice a difference. I didn't have to wait that long.

Sunday morning, three days after I started my medication, I woke up feeling different. There were subtle changes, but they were still there. I had forgotten to turn the timer on my coffee maker, so I had to wait for it to finish before getting coffee. Normally, that would have really made me angry, and I waited for the ire to build up, but it never happened. This was very different.

By the time I made it to Alice's for our weekly grocery shopping, I was almost happy. She opened the door, looking much better than she had the last time I saw her, and I smiled. She looked confused for a second, but then smiled back at me.

We walked through the store, chatting pleasantly and picking out her groceries. By this time, we had shopped together several times, and I was getting used to the types of things she would always get. I placed her brand of apple juice in the cart before she could and she smiled at me. For some strange reason, my heart started beating just a little faster. It was an odd sensation.

After that, I made a point of coming over to check on her more often. At a minimum of three nights a week…we actually had a nice routine. I told myself that I was going over there because my father demanded it, but truth was that I enjoyed her company and loved to see her smile.

We discussed baby names when I took her out to buy maternity clothes. I got the feeling that she hated the name I chose for a boy…I was convinced it would be a boy. I also helped her move apartments, ensuring that she didn't do any work at all.

I had made up my mind that I was definitely falling for Alice, and I had to do something about it. Of course, my mother coming over had put a damper in my plans to kiss her. I had already told Alice that I wanted to start coming to doctor appointments, and I was so close to kissing her when my mother stopped by. That was an uncomfortable visit. The second she was gone, I pounced on Alice; kissing her for all that I was worth. As soon as the connection was made with our lips, my feelings for Alice became much more solidified. I knew she was going to have to be a part of my life…

When we walked into the doctor's office, where we were having the sonogram, I could feel Alice shaking a little. I held her hand, softly rubbing it with my thumb, trying to calm her down. By the time we got to the back and the technician was gliding the sonogram machine, Alice was visibly shaking.

"It's going to be just fine, Ali. I promise," I said, soothingly. I kissed her on the forehead, as she turned to smile weakly at me.

"Hmm. Is this the first sonogram you have had?" the tech asked.

"Well, they did one in the hospital a while ago, but I never got to see it. Why? Something is wrong, isn't it?" Alice asked, her voice getting higher and higher.

"Nothing is wrong, exactly…do you have twins in your family?"

"Not that I know of, but I don't know my mother's family at all," Alice responded, squeezing my hand a little tighter. She looked up at me.

"No, no twins on my side. What's going on?" I asked.

The technician pointed to the screen to two tiny little blobs. "You are carrying twins, Ms. Brandon. This one on the right is clearly a boy, and it looks like the one on the left is a girl."

Twins? "Um, are you sure?" I asked, holding my breath.

He laughed. "Yes, I'm sure. Congratulations! You are having one of each."

My mouth went dry, and I'm pretty sure that I broke out into a sweat. My heart started beating faster, and I could tell that I was about to slip into a panic attack. Alice looked up at me; her eyes were filled with love and happiness. She was clearly elated about the news. My first thoughts of terror were immediately gone. I leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, capturing her beautiful smile. I gazed into her eyes and everything aligned…everything was perfect for those few moments. After that, I couldn't stop smiling.

The entire way back to Alice's apartment, I couldn't stop thinking about the feeling that I had experienced with her. My thoughts were racing…where did these feelings come from? Just a couple months ago, Alice was the last person I wanted…but now I couldn't stop thinking about her. I hadn't even gone to Irina since I started my medication.

Once I had made love to Alice, I knew I was completely and totally addicted to her. She made me feel things that I had never experienced in my entire life. And, as scary as it sounded, I knew I was falling in love with her.

~~WLTY~~

"Jasper…" She paused, biting her lip again and looking so damn sexy that it should be illegal. "I'm in love with you."

Then, out of nowhere, her water broke. Rushing to her, I threw my arms around her and whispered how much I loved her, too, but that we needed to get to the hospital. She nodded, and we made our way toward her dresser so she could get dressed. I called Edward, and then my mother to let them know Alice was in labor.

We were at the hospital no less than ten minutes later, hand in hand, walking toward the Labor and Delivery floor. We didn't say anything…words weren't necessary. We had both thrown out to the other how we felt and things were looking pretty good.

The nurses situated Alice in a room, and they told us when time came for delivery she would be able to have the babies in the same room. Once we were situated, I lay down next to her and took her hand, waiting for the contractions to start.

We weren't waiting long; about an hour later, her hand clenched in mine and her breathing was shallow.

"Ali, breathe. In…and out. In…and out," I said softly, hoping to keep her calm with my voice. "Just like we learned at the baby class. In…and out."

Once the pain was over, she looked at me with appreciation. "Thanks, Jazz."

Kissing her on her forehead, I gazed into her eyes. "Are you sure you don't want pain medication?"

"Well, of course she does! No reason to be in pain for childbirth!" Esme said, walking into Alice's room. Carlisle was right behind her.

"Actually, Esme, I really want to do this naturally."

"Are you sure, dear?"

"Yes…at least for now. I reserve the right to change my mind later if the pain gets unbearable!" Alice laughed a little, and I squeezed her hand.

"Ali, if it gets too much, just let me know. I'll make sure that you get the pain meds. OK?" I kissed her lightly on her forehead. I noticed Esme and Carlisle smiling at us.

The hours went by slowly. Alice was in a lot of pain and it was killing me watch her. Esme was great about helping, but my dad seemed more uncomfortable than anything. He was on food and coffee patrol; whenever he thought we would need something, he left and came back with food and coffee for Esme and I.

"Jazz!" Alice shouted, screaming out in pain. "Get the nurse…doctor…someone. I have to push!"

Frantic, I ran into the hall to the nurse's station, grabbing the first person I saw. The nurse was much calmer than I was, following me into the room. She checked Alice and smiled at us.

"She's at ten centimeters. I'll go get the doctor and then you can start pushing," she said, smiling again and then left the room.

"Carlisle and I will wait outside in the waiting room, Jasper. We don't want to get in the way." Esme came over and kissed me on the cheek, doing the same with Alice.

After they were gone, the doctor came in and instructed Alice to push. She was screaming in pain, hunching over her stomach. For a moment I was frozen, not sure what to do. The nurse came up to me and pushed me toward Alice. I came out of my haze, and grabbed her hand, kissing her forehead.

"Ali, you are doing great. Push hard for me, sweetheart." She looked up at me, resting for a minute, and tears were streaming down her face. Gently, I placed my hands on either side of her face. "You can do this."

She pushed again and again…and finally the baby girl came out. She was so tiny, like a doll, and I was terrified for a second she wouldn't be OK. The nurses grabbed her away from us and started examining her. Alice was still crying, looking up at me and glancing at the baby in the corner.

"Ms. Brandon, the next baby is crowning. You need to start pushing again," the doctor said, breaking us of our silent communication.

While the nurses cleaned up the first baby, Alice went back to work to push out the second one. This one didn't take as long and came out in only three pushes. He was a little bigger, but not by much…and he was whisked away by the nurses also.

Fortunately, the doctor smiled at us and alleviated our fears immediately. "They look strong. The steroid shots we gave you obviously helped. They are breathing just fine on their own, and they are bigger than we expected. I suspect that you'll be able to take them home within the week."

Alice and I smiled at each other, and I brought my lips down to hers with a force. This woman had quickly become my everything. She was the best friend I never thought I'd have…she gave me two beautiful children…and she brought love into my life.

"Ali, I love you," I whispered against her lips.

She smiled, weakly, obviously tired. "I love you, too, Jasper."

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