A/N

I don't own these boys but I'm happy to say they both own me

I want to thank everyone who reads and reviews you are all amazing and make me smile and jump for joy.

As as for my amazing Beta Deβra Anne, what can I say the woman is a God send and all kinds of awesome love her to bits.

Sorry for the hold up on this one it took a lot out of me to write it, I'm not a big fan of sad I like my boys happy

so lets find out what Mister Jasper Hale-Cullen has been up too lately:

Next thing I remember, Jane's trying to help me sit, leading me by the arm while her other hand rests gently on my lower back, guiding me forward, looking up at me with concern as she helps me lower myself down into a chair.

I watch her, but I don't really see her. I think I'm going into shock. Her mouth's moving, but I don't really hear her. Now I know I'm definitely in shock.

I can't understand. It's too hard to concentrate. I can't comprehend what she's trying to say. My heart's pounding in my ears and my head's spinning like crazy, making my chest hurt so God damn bad right now.

And as I watch her, I have to smirk crazily, cause all I hear is the voice of the teacher from the old Charlie Brown shows: " WA.. WA.. WA.. WA...WA..WA.." I blink slowly, realizing that I have finally lost my mind.

What just fucking happened? Where the hell am I? And why the hell am I here?

Then it dawns on me. Shit, shit, shit. I'm at the hospital. I'm here to pick up my boy, and fuck me, Jane says he's not here, he went home. Or so she thought, cause he left at the end of his fucking shift.

And once again, there's a sharp pain barreling through my chest, doubling me over as it hits me like a vise twisting and squeezing tightly around my upper body, and the force of it makes my breathing speed up and my vision blur. I suddenly feel like I'm hyperventilating. My mind's racing as my heart's pounding against my ribcage, trying desperately to break free.

And for some reason, all I can see and focus on is the God damn shiny hospital floor. I stare curiously down at it while tilting my head from side to side. It's white, bright, and shiny - kinda pretty in a way. How the hell they do that? I ask myself. How the hell do they get that shine? I'm lost in thoughts and daydreams, I'm so God damn trying my best not to feel or think of my fucked up situation. But I'm mesmerized and hypnotized as I stare down at my feet and admire the beautiful shiny floor under me.

'Shit! Wonder what they use. I should ask Edward, cause we should get us some for our tile.'

And as I sit in the chair looking down at my feet, nervously tapping my toes, giving myself a tight hug, I fist my jacket until my fingertips scream out in pain, and I start to rock back and forth, back and forth. Sparks flash behind my lids, and a loud strangled sob leaves my chest, crushing me to the core, cause my heart has just reminded me that I can't ask fucking Edward. 'Cause he's not fucking here, God damn it!'

I feel the weight behind my eyes and the pounding in them as my ears start to hum, biting the inside of my cheeks, bitterly tasting the blood mixed with saliva, trying my best to hold them back. But I can't. I crumble and they fall. And they fall God damn fucking hard, making me lose it completely.

My head's shaking frenziedly. I feel my hair starting to stick to my lashes and wet cheeks. It's in my mouth, choking me as I cry out, trying to lend voice to my worries, concerns and fears. But I can't. No sound escapes me; my voice is unable to find its way to the surface and be heard.

I hear Jane scrambling. She's frantic. Her worried voice and mannerisms are not settling - they're pushing me further and further into my crazy ass mindset. I feel my blood start to boil, my fists are on my knees as I pound them into my jean clad thighs, trying to feeling the pain. I need the pain. I need to try and stay in the moment, but my mind is racing, and I can't keep one thought at bay without another one racing up behind it and trying to take over.

'Edward, he was at work? Right! He worked his shift? Right! He left? Right! He left to go home? Right! But I was home - he didn't make it home, right! I came here - he isn't here, right! So where did he go? Where is he? What happened to him? Where can he be? Who's got him? Who won't let him go? Who won't let him come home to me? Who the fuck would do this and why!?'

I see Jane look around nervously. Her brow is furrowed as she waves to someone. They're now at my other side, rubbing my shoulders. I look up into the pretty but sad face of Angela, and once again I lose it, cause once more any composure I thought I was enabling myself to control frantically rushes from me, and the buildup in my chest starts to tighten even further, consuming me, wrapping itself in my muscles and squeezing down on each and every bone, crushing me to the point that I just want to die. And at this very moment, I think I would welcome the opportunity.

Now there's even more people, the crowd is growing rapidly with more white coats, and scrubs. I search each and every one of their terrified faces, they're wide eyed and limp mouthed as - I'm guessing from the direction they're all turned - Jane is trying to explain the best she can what has just happened, and the reason why they have a full grown ass man in their reception area having a nervous breakdown and wailing like a fucking baby.

But in all the faces, I can't find the one I'm looking for, the one I want, the one I have to have right now.

Where the fuck is my Edward, and why isn't he here for me?

Why would he do this? Why would he want me to feel this way? Why would he put me through this on purpose? Is he pissed? Did I do something wrong? I don't understand. Wracking my brain, I'm trying to figure out what I did wrong. Running though yesterday in my mind, over and over, and fuck if I can't come up with a God damn thing.

Yes, he got a little freaked out in the morning over us going to hear the baby, finally realizing everything had become so real for him. That I understood, there was a time that I was a little fucking freaked about the baby myself. I know, I know, understatement right!

But he just needed to be grounded and shown that we could do this - that we'd make it work and still be us when all was said and done.

And I thought I did that, I thought I calmed him. made him feel whole again, made sure he knew he was nothing but loved.

Fuck! Maybe I didn't. Maybe I failed.

Would it, or could it, be the thought of two babies? Would that be too much for him?

Did he think he couldn't handle it? Or was he thinking WE couldn't handle it?

Why didn't he let me know? Why didn't he just talk to me, God damn it! God now I'm more pissed.

Thinking back on our day, I'm wracking my brain, trying to figure this shit out.

What happened? God damn it! When he left, everything was fine. We couldn't have been happier.

Or so I thought. Shit, was I mistaken?

I'm drowning in people, nurses and doctors everywhere. I hear them fussing and whispering hurriedly to each other, but can't make out most of what they're saying.

I need to think straight. I need to get to the bottom of this and breathe. I feel unsettled and uneasy right now. And I need to catch a grip and get a hold of this situation before I puke. And then I hear my salvation.

" JAY- JASPER- JASPER HALE-CULLEN! WHERE THE HELL YOU AT, BRO? "

And I sigh in relief.

" JASPER, WHERE YOU AT?" His voice is getting louder and angrier.

And like on cue, they part like the Red Sea, as I watch in awe as his monstrous body comes tumbling towards me, my poor sister in tow, high heels quickly clicking away on the hospital floor. For every one stride from him, she had to run five just to keep up. As he pulls her along, a look of alarm and despair on his usually happy shit eating grinning face, Rose mirrors his facial expressions, only difference being the slight remnants of tear tracks though her flawless makeup, and I feel my heart break a little more.

When he reaches me, he puts his large strong hand on my shoulder, turning to everyone and sternly replying:

" EVERYONE BACK TO WORK NOW. NOTHING TO SEE HERE. SO RUN ALONG; WE'LL TAKE CARE OF HIM."

Waving each and every one of them off, he circles my chair.

"RUN ALONG NOW, PEOPLE. SHOO, SHOO."

His big fat fingers wiggle at the slowly departing crowd.

"BACK TO WORK...THERE'S NOTHING TO SEE."

Then he's on his knees, face to face with me, looking at me sadly, whispering as he wipes sweat-clumped hair from my forehead.

"Angela called us, Jasper... She told us what happened. Let's take you home, bro... I.. I... We'll get to the bottom of this... I promise."

Then suddenly he's pulling me to my feet, his arm wrapping around my shoulders with the intention of keeping me steady, but my legs seem to have a mind of their own and start to wobble uncontrollably. Rose reaches for my other arm, leaning into me to keep me upright, looking up at me with a small, sad smile. I try to return it, but I'm unable.

I can't remember much of the ride home. Emmett's rambled on and on uncontrollably, and again all I heard was the voice from Charlie Brown. It makes me smirk to myself as I lean my head back against the headrest. My sister keeps glancing behind her to where Im sitting in the back seat, her eyes weirdly enough telling me all, but showing me nothing. I watch as she entwines her fingers with his lovingly, gently, understandingly, trying her best to calm him while her eyes try in vain to reassure me. And again my heart breaks a little more.

Before I know it, and without warning, I'm in my room, sitting on the edge of my bed while she stands between my knees. She's removing my jacket, gently whispering kind and loving words. Then she kneels to remove my boots, letting me know how concerned and worried for me she is.

And all I feel is powerless and weak. I can't help her. I can't move. I can't communicate. I don't feel or care.

My heart is no longer beating. My soul no longer exists. I'm lost and I'm alone. And I've never been so God damn scared in all my life.

She hands me a glass of water and a pill. Her fingers shake slightly as she places them into my palms. Our fingertips touch softly as I take them, looking down at my hands, then up at her, bewildered. She senses my confusion.

"Take it, baby. It will help your nerves." Then she helps me raise my hand to my mouth.

I'm staring into her beautiful sad face with her tears hiding behind her lashes, and I only have one thought turning over in my mind. Shakily, in a soft, sad whisper, it leaves my quivering lips: "But... but... Ed... Edward?"

And finally one of her hiding tears rolls slowly down her cheek as she nods her head gently, and in a whisper trying to answer my question she tells me, "You need to rest first, babe. Then we will go get Edward. But you need your strength, sweetie."

I smile. It's small, but it's there, cause it feels like a promise. It feels like there's hope, and I pray silently to myself.

'God, please, I need all the promise and hope I can get, but I need it right now.'

I wake fully clothed, but cold, as my body shivers and trembles under the light sheet. I slowly open my eyes, noticing it's gotten late. The room is darker now, making it feel like twilight.

Wiping my eyes on Edward's pillow, I inhale deeply one more time before pressing it tightly to my chest. I roll to my side, hugging it even tighter, unable or unwilling to let it go.

It's the same pillow that my beautiful boy lays his head on each night before his long, sexy lashes close to his slumber.

It's the same pillow in which he lays his head as I raise above him to kiss his soft, luscious, delicious lips.

It's the same pillow on which he stretches his neck back in undoing passion as I take him as mine each and every night.

And yes, the same pillow that I'm holding on to like a lifeline, cause his beautiful unadulterated scent still lingers from his nap the day before.

And once again, I lose it. My chest is heavy and painful, my murmurs unable to release in full lung-filling breaths. They just sputter into the darkness, returning to scold and slap me in the face.

My arms wrap tighter around his pillow, crushing it to my lips and nose as I inhale deeply, feeling the burn in my lungs and stinging my eyes as I sob uncontrollably.

Then I feel the bed dip, and my breath hitches. My stilled heart decides to skip right before its last beat.

Pulling the pillow slowly and curiously away from my face, I stare over the top nervously into the most beautiful forest green eyes I have ever seen.

He's kneeling by the bed, his elbows on the covers as he leans in, trying to have our faces as close as possible while his warm, sweet breath fans over mine, filling me with warmth, love, and hope.

And I can do nothing but smile, one of which he returns. But I quickly notice it doesn't reach his eyes, and I frown in confusion at him.

As I try to sit up, he places a cold hand on my shoulder, all the while shushing me telling me to stay just as I am. So bending to his will, I do as I'm told, and relax back into the pillows.

I pull his pillow down to cover my chest, feeling like my life and my aching heart still depend on its warmth.

His voice is strange to my ears. It's not warm and loving, but stern and demanding. There's no longer a warm smile on his beautiful lips or a sparkle in his deep forest greens. He looks sad and worried as our eyes search each other's for some kind of recognition and understanding, making us both frown. Our eyes narrow in confusion and sadness when we can't find either.

He places a cold hand on my cheek, and I instinctively reach up and cover it, wanting to warm it and finally touch him, but he pulls away from my touch with a hiss, frowning his brow even further, making his eyes squint shut and his lips tighten.

He's clutching his hand to his chest, looking back at me, trying unsuccessfully to give a small grin, but its not working. Nothing's working. Nothing's right. Nothing fits. What the fuck... is going on?

I try to speak, but I can't. I need answers. I need explanations. I need - no I God damn want - to know what the fuck is going on. My lips part, but nothing comes out, and before it can, he has a cold finger pressed against them again, shushing me, asking with his cold eyes for me to listen.

I blink slowly, trying to relay that I will be quiet for now, and let him speak.

But I narrow my eyes at him, hoping he understands that I want answers. And he must, cause he nods sharply.

"Jasper, oh Jasper," he whispers softly, but it still sounds wrong and strange to my ears.

"Jasper, I have loved you so long, and so hard." He takes a deep breath. "But I'm not sure I can do this anymore." His eyes close slowly.

My heart stops, and quiet, lonely tears roll down my cheeks. My worst nightmare is finally coming true, and I'm crushed.

"Jasper, you understand, right? Tell me you understand." As his eyes flicker between mine, there's not one sign of compassion or love in his stare.

But I can't. I can't tell him that, cause I don't understand and my heart is breaking while my eyes sting and deep sobs get stuck in my throat.

"Jasper, this is for the best. I can't do this with you anymore. I can't live pretending anymore. I can't live a happy life with nothing more than a bar owner and crying children. It's not me. It's not what I want."

I look at his face in total confusion, the face I have done nothing but love all my God damn life, the face on which my only wish and hope was for it to wear a smile each and every day, trying my best to put it there.

And I see nothing. I see emptiness. I see uncaring. But I see something else, something that wrecks me to the core, something that rips my heart from my chest and stomps all over it, something that tugs on my now cold soul and rips it to pieces. I see... hate... And I die a little more inside.

I can't breathe anymore. I can't focus anymore. I can't comprehend, cause I'm scared, and I just want to give up.

I look at him, confused and frightened, reaching for him, wanting nothing but to touch his warm, soft skin one more time. And as I gasp, accompanied by a whimper, he pulls back sharply, making me sob sadly and harder as my heart is finally devastated. I clutch his pillow tighter to my now cold chest.

He's leaving me with nothing but wreckage in his path of destruction.

I feel nothing. I feel empty. I hear my sobs and I hear my cries, as I hear my heart make its last few beats. As I slowly come to the conclusion that I am now nothing.

With his voice deep and cold, he continues, "Jasper, I've found a new love. I've finally found what I've been looking for all this time, an equal in life, and a more deserving companion."

And my broken heart now melts and spills from my chest, pouring coldly over the sheets below me.

I finally begin to understand... I didn't deserve him. I was never good enough.

"Jasper, don't be sad. This is for the best. Alec will take good care of me. And you don't have to worry, I will be loved, and you can move on."

My head's now shaking from side to side frantically. My heart's pounding rapidly in my chest as my fists tug and pull on the pillows. Heavy sobs leave me as I hear his last whisper before I break.

"Jasper, I'm here to say goodbye. I'm here to pack my stuff. I'm leaving you."

And that's all I need. I use whatever strength left in me and I jump from the bed. I reach for him, wanting to shake him, wanting to punch his God damn face right now for putting me through this. Or maybe I just want to get to hold him one last time, not sure I'll be able to let him go.

And surprisingly enough, I'm met with nothing but air. I open my eyes slowly, looking around my brightly lit bedroom, finally noticing Rose and Alice standing in the doorway awestruck in shock.

I slump down heavily on the bed, realizing that even though this might have been a dream, I was still in my nightmare.

Making my heart break a little more, I bring my now shaky hands to my face, rubbing them briskly while running my fingers through my hair. I try to comprehend what just happened, and to calm my nervous racing heart.

A scared Rose and frightened Alice rush to the bed, sitting down on each side of me.

"You okay, Jay?" Alice asks in a soft voice as she tenderly rubs down my back.

I shake my head; its all I can do. I'm still confused and anxious, my elbows bouncing on my knees as I try to take some deep breaths.

I look over at Rose, and she's shaking her head at me slightly. "Well, you slept for an hour, but did you get any rest, sweetie?"

And once again, all I can do is shake my head at her. I don't know how much more I can take. I don't know what my body's limits are regarding this situation, cause I've never had my heart broken this fucking bad ever.

If Edward and I had fought and we were taking a time out, I would understand a little better.

But this - this thing - whatever the fuck this is - is just so fucking wrong, and someone's going to fucking die if that's what it takes for me to get to the fucking bottom of it.

I rest my head back down on my shaking hands while my elbows still bounce on my knees, causing my head to pound even more. I take a deep, shaky breath, finally coming to the conclusion that I need a fucking plan, and I need it now.

I reach for the glass of water, taking a long gulp, letting my nerves settle and my mind readjust. My eyes close slowly as I inhale sharply. Then the next thing I know, they spring to life and I finally realize what I have to do. I turn to Rose, surprising her with my question: "Emmett still here?"

She nods slowly, concern written all over her face. As I head for the shower, I yell over my shoulder, "Tell him I need him! Pronto!" I close and lock the bathroom door behind me, feeling a little more energized than I did a few hours ago, now that I've made a decision.

When I exit the bathroom, Emmett's sitting on my bed, nervously twiddling his thumbs as one knee bounces with anticipation. As I approach, raising my eyebrow, he stands. A slight grin crosses his face, and his eyes are full of excitement. He can feel it. He senses the charge that is now running through my veins, and he can tell I have a plan. He knows that if its not a plan per se, then I'm going to cause someone at least a lot off hurt. And the thrill of getting to kick some ass is causing him to jump clear out of his skin.

Pulling on my jeans and t-shirt, I inquire after Angela, wondering if she was still at the hospital or if she had made her way here.

Emmett informs me that she's downstairs with Rose and Alice, Ben having dropped her off before he went to open the pub, knowing that she would want to be here with us, wanting to know if there was any news.

I make a mental note to give Ben a fucking raise when all this was over with, and hoping I'll be around and able to do so. The guy really knows when he's needed, and is able to step right up to the fucking plate, no questions asked. And above all, his and Angela's loyalty to Edward and me is just immeasurable, and can no longer go unnoticed.

Feeling the electricity running through me, I head down the stairs, Emmett in tow, calling out for Angela. As all three girls come running into the kitchen excitedly, I see the look of hope on their faces, which soon falls when they realize that it's not news I have for them, but a question for Angela, and they frown, confused.

"Angela, where does Alec Volturi live?" I reach into the fridge for a bottle of water, trying to make my inquiry nonchalant.

"Huh, what do you mean where?" She eyes me curiously.

"I mean, pretty lady," smirking at her, "if I needed to speak to one Doctor Alec Volturi, and he wasn't at the hospital, where would I find him?"

"Oh...OOOOOHHH" She eyes me nervously, as I think it dawns on her what I'm asking.

Alice and Rose are now finally at her side, looking between us, waiting with anticipation and held breath to see or hear if she will spill the beans and give me the information I so desperately need.

"Jasper, shouldn't we wait and see what the cops find out? Shouldn't we hold off until we get some news from them?" she asks timidly.

Rose eyes her wearily. "Angela, the police wont do anything for twenty-four hours. They're saying that Edward's a grown man, and can leave when ever he wants.

"We all know Edward would never leave Jasper, and now the babies, unless he had been forced." Looking at her sadly, she tries her best to pour on the guilt.

And I'm praying to all that is holy that she has.

Angela looks to each of us anxiously, and with a little more concern. She's biting on her bottom lip painfully as her eyes dart back and forth, as I'm sure she's weighing her options.

And I'm hoping and praying to all things powerful that her love for Edward and her loyalty to us both will outweigh anything she has on her pretty little mind right now.

Her gaze rests on me as her eyes turn sad and pitiful. I watch a tear roll down the left side of her face. She blinks, trying to hold the rest of them back, and it nearly pulls me in. It nearly takes me over. It nearly makes me rethink my actions. But I straighten myself taking a deep breath and repeat my question, giving her my best Jasper Hale-Cullen smile - yep, dimples and all.

"Jasper, no fair with the mind tricks!" She sadly smiles up at me, smacking my chest while her lashes flutter slowly closed and she wraps her tiny little arms around my waist, squeezing me to her tight, all the while fessing up doctor fucking Volturi's address.

And I think to myself. 'Thank you, Lord.'

Kissing her forehead and hugging her tightly, I look over at Emmett as he winks at me slyly, scrap paper in hand, slipping it into his jean pocket and slapping his ass for effect. I smirk at him mischievously, now knowing where I'm going to find the slimy bastard.

All three women surround us at the front door as Emmett grabs his keys from the side table. With kisses and hugs and 'be safe' and 'careful' leaving each and every one of their mouths, Emmett and I turn to leave. But I'm stopped in my tracks by Alice's hand on my arm.

"Jasper, I know what you're up to, and I know what your capable of. I'm hoping and praying with all my heart that this works out for you, but for the sake off the peanuts, please don't do anything stupid." She lowers my hand to her belly, pressing me gently to her.

Without thinking, I drop to my knees in front of her and wrap my arms around her waist as I press my lips to her belly, whispering softly, "Peanuts, its daddy here!" I chuckle to myself at my craziness, thinking I've finally lost my mind.

Giving her belly a little rub, I continue, "Peanuts, daddy needs your help right now. I'm hoping you both can hang in there for little while longer and be good. Don't give Aunt Alice too much trouble while I'm gone. Can ya promise me that?" I look up, watching her smile softly to herself as silent tears roll down her now pale cheeks.

"Do your daddies a favor and send some love and nice peaceful calming thoughts our way, as we're in a wee bit of a pickle, and I have a feeling it's going to be a long, hard day. But don't worry your little heads, babies. Everything will turn out just fine. I promise."

"I'll be home before you know it. I'm just going to get daddy and bring him home safely, OK?" Pressing my lips a little closer and lowering my voice to less than a whisper I continue. "But just in case, I want you both to know how much we love you, and have wanted nothing more than to be able to love and take care of you both. Daddy and I have been so excited and overjoyed that you are coming into our lives, and we can't wait to see you.

"So please promise me when ya get here, you don't pay daddy E much mind. He's just been waiting for you for so long, and he's just a little over excited at times. He may be a little overly protective, but please remember to cut him a break and not give him too much of a hard time. Just know that he really loves and cares for you both, and only wants what's best."

I close my eyes, releasing a deep sigh. Then I lean my forehead on her stomach, saying a small prayer that I can keep my promise to my children and their father before tenderly kissing her belly twice.

I rise to my feet, hearing the sniffles and sobs from everyone standing in the small hallway, but I can't make eye contact with them. I just turn and leave abruptly, not wanting to know their thoughts or see the sadness in their eyes.

Reaching the Jeep, I jump in, wiping the lone tear on the sleeve of my jacket. I'm trying my best to keep my head in the game, so taking a deep breath, I do my best to push the twins and Edward to the back burner for a few hours.

I know that I have one goal, and one goal only, and that's to find Alec Volturi, and have him begging for mercy on the better end my fucking fist.

Remembering my dream, my body shivers, and I have to rub my hands together to stop them trembling. Edward fucking Hale-Cullen is my husband and the father of my children, and I'll be fucking damned if I'll let any fucker walk in to our lives and fuck with it.

Emmett checks the address over one more time before shoving it back in his pocket. He jumps in, banging his giant shit shoveling hands on the steering wheel excitedly. Looking over at me, he grins widely. "LET'S DO THIS, BRO."

I nod in agreement as we drive down the street out onto the main road.

As we arrive at the apartment building on the outskirts of town, where Angela told us Alec lived, my anticipation begins to grow. I know this bastard had something to do with Edward's disappearance, and if it kills me, or if I have to kill him, I'm getting to the fucking bottom of it.

The fucker just doesn't know who the hell he's messed with. And so help me, God, if he's harmed a fucking hair on my boy's head, God will be the only one who knows what I'll do to him.

The fucker won't know what hit him once I get my hands on him. There's not a city, state, or country that he could escape to where I wont find him and gladly eat his balls for breakfast.

Entering the building, we make our way to the elevators, pressing the button to Alec's floor. I lean back against the wall and wait. Stealing a quick look at Emmett, he's nervous, and its understandable. This is not his first rodeo with me. He has had my back more than once over the years, as I have had his.

But he knows and understands without a word having to be spoken, just how different this one is. He knows that my life is on the line here. And that my whole God damn world depends on the outcome.

The elevator bings, letting us know that we've finally made it, as the doors open slowly. My heart pounds in my chest, and I smile wickedly to myself. It's letting me know I have something to fight for, and it's giving me the courage to push forward into the waiting hallway.

As I look to Emmett, I can tell that he's mirroring my expressions and mannerisms. I'm sure his chest is expanding tightly due to the pounding of his very own heart and the running of thick hot blood through his veins. His eyes close slowly as he tries to calm himself, taking deep, harsh breaths.

At last they open and he looks over at me grinning before he whispers. "Let's do this, bro. Let's go get Edward and take him the hell home!" and I nod in agreement once again.

He lifts his fist, silently asking me to pump it. I look at him questioningly, and with a smirk raising my eyebrow in his direction, he smiles widely at me, pumping again into the air and saying quietly, "Please humor me, bro." And I do gladly as we both pump fists, exiting the elevator, grinning to each other like the dorks we are.

Finding his door, we both stand silently in front of it, glancing between each other and the entrance, nervously shifting our weight from side to side as our fists clinch white by our sides, pounding on our thighs from time to time. The tension starts to grow as the temper boils and our breathing becomes rough and shallow.

Emmett's watching me from the corner of his eye. "Would he think we're rude if we don't knock?" he whispers.

I glance over to him, raising my eyebrows. "Do we really give a fuck?" I answer with a smile.

"Oh, hell no!" we both yell in unison.

And with that, Emmett steps back, raising his foot to the door, kicking on the lock. Hearing the wood crack made my breath hitch. Knowing this was it, there would be no going back.

Then he takes another step back, and this time, kicking harder, his steel-toed boot came in contact with the lock dead center. And with a loud bang and deafening crash, the door swings open into the apartment.

Trying our best not to look suspicious just standing stunned listening to the fast pounding of our racing hearts, we both glance eagerly and nervously up and down the hallway, waiting for someone to come out from behind their doors, or even step unexpectedly off the elevator. But as we take one last deep breath, no one shows, not one little peep. Looking over at each other, we both cock our heads to the side in surprise, widening our eyes and grinning like fools as we cautiously take our first step across the threshold of Alec Volturi's apartment.

God, this place is huge, and fucking bright, God damn it. We head down the hall that opens into a large living area with a kitchen off to the side. Looking over to my right, I see a smaller hallway, which I assume is where the bedrooms are located.

Emmett went straight for the living area as I headed to the bedrooms. Opening the first door, I find myself in what I think would be a spare bedroom. It's not decorated - there's just cardboard boxes lined up along the walls, some opened, some not. I think to myself that he hasn't fully unpacked yet.

Stupid fucker's been spending too much time trying to get his hands in my husband's pants to unpack his crap!

I start ripping them open, pulling shit out and throwing it to the floor. Stuff's rolling and breaking, smashing and denting, but I don't give a fuck. I'm not closely examining anything or really giving a shit about his property. The guy's a moron. Why would I ever give a fuck about him. I'm tearing through closets and pulling down curtains, everything scattered and piled on the floor around me.

Moving to the master-bedroom, I basically start the same process all over again. I'm pulling shit apart, ripping it to shreds. Curtains and covers are flying, mattress is overturned and drawers scattered from one end of the room to the other. The master bathroom gets some of the same treatment as I yank on the shower curtains and rip off cupboard doors. I'm showing no mercy. I want to leave destruction in my path.

Returning to the living area, I finally meet up with Emmett. All flushed and excited, he's grinning from ear to ear, pillow feathers in his hair while his knuckles are red and swollen due to punching walls, with white power on the tips of his steel -toed boots, remnants from the drywall and plaster after kicking large holes and creating new doorways and windows.

We stare at each other spent and frustrated. Looking around eagerly one more time, I sigh deeply as I feel my heart slow and grow heavier.

"What the fuck! Emmett, there's nothing here - not even fucking Alec!" Bending at the waist, I'm pressing my hands to my knees, trying to take a breath and calm my nerves.

"Jasper! There's not a single piece of anything left unturned in this God damn place. We've ripped doors off, put holes in walls the size of windows and doors. We've pulled curtains down, and cut through covers and pillows. I don't know what the fuck else we can do!" He walks over to the large windows. As he stares across the vast open spaces of our little town. The silence is deafening and all consuming and I'm sure it's not only my own heartbeat I'm listening to. I can hear Emmett's if I try hard enough. Then putting his hands on his hips, he asks curiously.

"Why didn't he take the house?"

My head turns sharply in his direction as my eyes narrow in confusion." Huh? What house?"

He turns to face me. Folding his large arms across his chest, he smirks. "The house that's offered to visiting doctors by the hospital. The new doctors get to live in it for a year rent free!"

I'm looking at the floor, my mind racing at this new possibility. Then I make eye contact with Emmett once more.

"How the hell do you know about this house? And where the fuck is it, man?"

Walking towards him, placing my hands on his forearms as he still has them crossed over his chest, I look to him, hoping with all my heart that what he has just said is true. Meaning this is not over yet... Meaning we can still have faith... Meaning I still have hope to bring my boy home in one piece...

"Rose mentioned it once!... Before you guys were coming home for good!... Remember?.. After you'd finished college!" He looked at me all knowingly, and I looked at him dumbfounded that he'd even remembered.

"She was telling me that if Edward had waited till he had finished school to come home, they would have offered him this doctors' house that they had in town for free!" He tilts his head to the side, looking at me, trying to make me understand.

"But with you and Edward already had your own place here, cause you guys went back and forth so many times. And with Edward still finishing his schooling nearby, you guys didn't get the offer for the free house. And she thought it was a shame; that's all." His huge shoulders shrug like a child, making me smile at him.

His eyes lowered to the floor, then rise to meet mine once again. I felt hope and excitement building in my chest as I pulled him towards the front door, climbing over broken chairs, torn curtains and smashed dishes, smugly thinking to myself that if nothing else, the fucker will never get his fucking security deposit back. And I laugh the whole way to the elevator.

Reaching for my phone, I hit speed dial, tapping my foot nervously as I wait.

"Angela? Hi, it's Jasper! No, no news yet! He wasn't there! Do you know anything about the doctors' house in town, and where it is?" My heart's racing, hoping she knows the answer.

Hanging up smiling madly, I shove the phone back in my pocket turning to Emmett who's staring at me with a look of concern.

I smile widely in return hoping to ease him at least a little. "Right on Baker Street!" And he gives me one sharp nod, as we both sprint towards his Jeep.

Pulling up to the big old house, I'm actually impressed. The house is huge with beautiful grounds, and I'm feeling a little depressed, cause I could really see our kids playing in that big old yard. But as we get closer, a shiver runs up my spine and my body shudders as all the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Looking over at Emmett, we both narrow our eyes at each other as our lips tighten into a frown. And then he winks at me slyly. Nodding his head, he says, " HE'S HERE?" and I nod my response yet again.

It's late afternoon, and the sun is descending behind the trees, making the big old house look a little scary and intimidating. As we stay guarded and cautious, we both scan the area swiftly, expecting the worst, but hoping for the best, making our way up the front steps to the big old wrap around porch. We both eye the front door warily.

Stepping back, I let Emmett and his big old work boots get to work. As he once again brings his un-human sized tree truck leg up and kicks the door so hard, this time it just hangs there by the hinges, making me come up behind him and give him a big old pat on the back as he grins widely at me and winks.

Entering the house, it's dark, and from my first quick scan, I see that there's a hell off a lot more doors, which makes me nervous. My mind's racing and my heart is now pounding in my throat. Cause I sense it... I feel it... The fucker's here, and he's ready to fight.

But I feel something else. It starts in my toes, and it's running up my legs through my gut and lands in every cavity and compartment of my heart, and my body uncontrollably shivers. Edwards here! I feel him. I sense him. And if nothing else, I know him. And with every beat my heart takes, I know my boy is in this house somewhere.

And suddenly I'm anxious.

Emmett creeps down the hallway silently, and I find myself being even more impressed that this huge over-muscled, larger than life, big-hearted guy can maneuver so softly in and out of all the crannies in this big old house like a stealth. And once again, I find myself in awe as I reach for his arm. He glances over his shoulder in confusion, narrowing his eyes to me. And I smile, squeezing his bicep in appreciation, and he knowingly nods in response, giving me another one of his signature winks.

The house is cold and smells stale, telling me that no one is actually living here. But as we enter the kitchen, I notice food wrappers on the countertop and discarded trash in the trash can, informing me that someone is definitely in here somewhere, and my fingertips tingle in anticipation.

Emmett taps my shoulder. As I turn to look in his direction, he points towards a door which I'm guessing is the basement, raising my eyes to the ceiling, letting him know silently that I'd like to try upstairs. He continues to point towards the basement as we find ourselves having a pointing war, me pointing up, him pointing down. Leaning in, he whispers in my ear quietly, "Trust me, bro!" So I concede and nod, cause I do. With my life. Or should I say with Edward's? And he smiles.

Then in one split second, we're frozen. We hear a door close, and it must be sticking, cause whomever it is closing it, they're having a hard time, and they have to pull it a few times, making the slamming noise echo throughout the house.

And once again, this time sharply, Emmett points to the basement door. And this time I nod in full agreement.

He opens the door quietly, then turns to me, placing a finger on his lips, shushing me silently as he creeps down the basement steps, taking them two at a time. I find myself following his lead, hitting every step in turn with him.

Reaching the bottom, we both stand back to back, each scanning our own side of the large open stone walled room. It's damp and stale, cold and ugly, and the thought that my boy has had to spend any time whatsoever in this dark, dismal cell pisses me the fuck off. And I feel the anger creep up my spine, running down my arms, setting up residence in my fists as I pull them up in front of me, close to my chest in a defensive stance.

We find ourselves joined at the back as we take a few steps in the direction Emmett needs to go, then a few more steps in the direction I find myself wanting to go, all the time scanning the room suspiciously, doing our best to stay alert and aware of our surroundings.

Then we both freeze and stop breathing, as we are now aware that someone else has entered the room and has joined the party, and their breath has just hitched in their chest from behind us.

And in a split second, we both turn and come face to face with the fucking man of the fucking hour, Doctor Alec Fucking Volturi, and I can do nothing but see red. And like lightning, I'm on him, not knowing how we got there, and pretty much not giving a shit as I find myself on top of him, as he lays flat on his fucking back in the dirt, where he belongs.

He's screaming as he's punching, scraping and kicking, but I don't give him a chance to make contact. I straddle his waist and go to town, my fists coming down hard, feeling the resistance of flesh, bone and muscle under my knuckles. But I don't give a fuck, I keep up my pace as I hear slaps and cracks every time I make contact with his neck, jaw and head, egging me on, making me feel powerful and vindicated. I want him to hurt. I want him to suffer. And right now, I want him to die cause of what he's put us through.

Then all too soon, Emmett steps in, pulling me off him as my body keeps up its motions, unable to control the adrenaline that now runs through my veins as my heart pounds in my chest and ears. My breathing comes in pants and grunts but I can't stop. I have no control. I'm still kicking and punching in the direction of the limp body that now lays before us.

Releasing me once I stop struggling against his weight and strength, I stand exhausted and drained as I wipe my sore, swollen hands along my jean legs, removing the sweat and easing the pain just a little. Reaching up, I wipe my hair and sweat from my brow. We both stand to full attention, with me still panting for air due to the adrenaline rush, and Emmett panting for air due to nerves and anxiety.

Alec lays in the dirt, all bloody and broken, and I can do nothing but smirk down at the fucker, kicking him a few times as I pace back and forth, trying to calm myself and slow my heart. I shake my hands into the air, easing off the pain that now shoots up through my fingers along my arms landing hard in my shoulders. But I welcome it, I embrace it. I feel relieved and appeased now that I've taken care of this bastard, and finally got to put the hurting on him for a change.

I'm pulled from my musing as I hear Emmett run around the basement frantically. He's opening doors and pulling out boxes, and I follow his lead. There's about five small storage rooms down here, and they're all dark and disgusting, smelling stale and musty, feeling really fucking cold and damp.

I'm praying to God that Edward's here somewhere, cause I have nowhere else to turn, nowhere else to look if Alec isn't behind this, or has taken him somewhere I don't know, then I'm fucking shit out of luck, and the thought scares the living shit out of me.

Each room is full of equipment and boxes, old hospital beds and broken x-ray machines and cabinets, probably stuff stored from the hospital and past tenents. We're pulling boxes out into the middle of the floor, pushing equipment out of the way and climbing over machines.

And then it dawns on me and I call Emmett out into the middle of the basement floor. He eyes me curiously, narrowing his eyes as I reach in my pocket pulling out my phone.

Hitting speed dial, I smile to myself and him as I pull Emmett tighter. He still eyes me curiously, finally coming to the conclusion that I've lost my mind.

And then, thank you, God and all that is holy, I hear it... Nora Jones, Turn me on... and I run in the direction of Edward's ring tone.

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