A/N

I don't own these boys, they just let me play with their heads.

I want to thank everyone who reads and reviews you guys are wonderful, and the added to alerts and favorites for this story are growing by the day...Its surreal. so thank you all.

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so lets go find out what Mister and Mister Hale-Cullen has been up too:

I find myself running towards the sweet, sweet music of Norah Jones. Taking off like a bat out of hell, I leave Emmett in my dust. I know, feel, sense my boy is in this God damn hell hole somewhere, and even if it kills me, I'm going to bring him home.

Reaching the deepest darkest section of the basement, I'm met with a large, and may I say, very fucking large, wooden utility door. I cuss to myself. "God damn it!" I twist the handle, finding it won't give way under my grip.

Then I remember back, flashing to Emmett and me in the kitchen. The noises, the pulling the sticking… This fucking door is a problem, so grabbing it a lot harder and putting my shoulder into it, I'm ramming it forcefully, then finally throw my whole body weight forward, swallowing loudly as the fucker finally gives.

My face twists as my eyes water, and I gag deep in my throat. I'm hit with the world's worst, foulest stale smell ever.

Fuck!

Pulling up my t-shirt, I frantically wipe away the offensive odor and taste from my eyes and mouth. Taking another deep breath, I continue forward.

The room is dimly lit. I have to squint to make my way though this shit, trying to make out - What the fuck! What am I up against? There are boxes everywhere, God damn it. From floor to ceiling, broken machines and hospital beds scattered around, awkwardly piled up on each-other.

Pushing myself forward, I make myself climb and crawl, duck and weave, through the monstrous equipment, finally finding myself in a small opening in which I can now stand upright.

Once again, my hand comes to my mouth, determined to hold back the bile in my throat as I'm hit, but this time hit harder, with the God awful stench combination of stale sweat, urine, and puke.

My eyes are finally adjusting - the sting and water having blurred and diluted my vision - and slowly my view starts coming into focus and small details start to show themselves gradually.

Squinting my eyes, I scan the area nervously, but other than the boxes and machines, I can't see shit. Damn it.

Then I'm frozen in my tracks, and my blood runs cold.

Cause I spot it, and my breathing stops.

I stare at it, and my heart gives up.

I glare at it, and I'm fucking ready to kill dead things, and the horses they rode in on.

My nostrils flare in rage as my ears start to hum. The room starts to spin, expanding and contracting with every shallow breath I try desperately to take while my fists tighten, white knuckling it, at my sides.

And as my eyes flutter closed and I take one last deep, shaky breath. A lonely, sad tear escapes and trickles slowly down my cheek.

The lu...The lube... The fucking lube... lying there in the dirt, all nasty and gross - attacking and taunting me, like a neon Vegas sign, burning my retinas, wanting nothing more than to bleach my brain.

Clawing at my heart, my soul, my being, and feelings - every inch of me was torn, every memory ripped apart.

Bending over, I place my hands on my knees, I close my eyes and inhale through my nose. Shaking my head from side to side trying desperately to make my mind catch up before my heart takes over and destroys me completely, making me break under the God damn pressure of this God forsaken day.

I feel more tears threatening to fall, trying their best to take me over and consume me. But I fight them back and fend them off. I don't and won't let them control this situation.

I need to be strong. I need to be calm. I need to suck this all the hell up. Cause this is not about me.

This is about my husband, my love, my friend, and my God damn boy.

So with one more deep shaky breath, I will myself to stand and face the inevitable.

I proceed, needing to finish my investigation. Opening my eyes slowly, I look closer to the floor, and suddenly my heart stops with a large thud to my rib cage, and I can't fucking breathe. All the air slowly and painfully leaves my lungs and the room in unison.

There on the dirty floor of this dark, dismal, stale, puke-smelling cell, all crumbled and distressed is my beautiful boy.

But he's broken - he's torn - he's dirty - and bleeding. And as soon as I catch my breath, I move slowly and cautiously in his direction.

He's not moving. Not one look over his shoulder. No words leave his lips.

And if I'm being truthful with myself, I'd say this moment basically scared the living shit out of me.

The thought of being too late crossed my mind and stilled my beating heart. I didn't want to spook him, I didn't want him any more anxious or confused. So moving quietly but quickly, I knelt in the dirt behind him, placing my shaky, trembling fingertips on the dirty, wet fabric of his shirt.

Then after reciting one small prayer, I find my faulty voice and whisper painfully but softly.

"Edward... sweetness... it's Jasper." And my heart begins to race as I see his body inhale and exhale before it slowly and oh so quietly goes limp. And in one quick as lightening move, I swoop him into my arms and turn.

As the cold air catches my hair in my haste to retreat, I'm knocked back a few inches, stumbling on my heels as I look upon the painfully sad face of Emmett. His eyes are wide and unfocused - they blink rapidly, darting back and forth between myself and Edward.

Then he glances to the dirt and spots the offensive dirty assed bottle of lube, and his lips tighten and his brow frowns, as his overflowing eyes tell me everything. His heart is broken and he's gradually starting to fall apart.

We're frozen in time, studying each other confusedly, with nothing but determination in our eyes.

Then suddenly, my survival instinct kicks in, and my aching heart takes a few seconds to restart. Eying him wearily, I pull him into the present, considering the severity of the situation.

"Emmett. Hospital now!" And in an instant, he's back on his heels and running.

As we make our way back into the dark, dismal basement, I take a second to glance down at Alec's lame, limp body laying in the dirt and I snarl, remembering the lu...lube... the fucking lube. Then shaking my head roughly, I set myself to accomplish my task at hand. To get Edward home, to make him safe.

Then in a flash, before I know what's happening or have time to stop him, Emmett's straddling Alec's hips, cussing and pounding relentlessly, having no mercy and taking no prisoners.

I watch in shock and awe as Alec's head bounces off the dirt floor, his body swinging and swaying with the force of each one of Emmett's giant fists, and God forgive me if I've ever wronged anyone, but the sight of Emmett pulverizing Alec did nothing but bring me joy and offer me hope, and I found myself smiling slightly.

I'm going to hell, I tell ya. Going to hell.

Unable to ever stop Emmett from having his fun, I remark to myself gleefully, Well... Boys, will be boys!

I'm caught up in the destruction of the moment. Hell couldn't be all that bad, right? Then a low groan from Edward reminds me of my goal. So unwillingly and reluctantly, I yell urgently in Emmett's direction to get his attention.

"EMMETT, LET'S GO, BUDDY! NOW!" And in one fell swoop, he's by my side, leading us both up and out of the basement into his waiting Jeep.

Climbing into the Jeep awkwardly, unable and unwilling to release Edward from my grasp, Emmett senses my distress and helps me up, then patiently straps us both into the front seat. Placing a concerned hand on my shoulder, he squeezes gently, all the while eying me sadly. With a deep sigh, he bends and kisses Edward's forehead, one of his stray tears falling onto my red headed boys dirty, sticky, but as always fucked up hair, and I find myself gulping back my emotions.

As I pull Edward tight to my chest, I try desperately to focus on him, and him alone - his feel, his scent, his warmth - content in myself to just be happy surrounded by his heat and limbs once more. I try my best to distract myself from the stale smell of the puke and urine, urging and willing myself to stay seated and not return to that hell hole of a dungeon and continue to kick the living shit out of Volturi, needing, wanting, and craving, deep in my soul to see the bastard suffer even more.

As we drive, I sigh to myself, letting the urgency and confusion of the day finally leave my body. I give myself a second to recoup and re-energize. Riding to the hospital in a slight daze under a cloud of haze, I hear Emmett talking, assuming he's on the phone, but I can't make out what he's saying or who he's talking to. And right now, I don't really give a fuck.

Pulling up front of the hospital, but not remembering how we got here, I hesitate, taking a deep breath as I spot the crowd, unable to make anyone out. Fuck! I cringe, not wanting any more fuss than necessary - the last twenty-four hours being enough of a nightmare for me and my family than I could ever imagine. I just don't want to deal with any more drama.

I want nothing more than to get my boy cleaned up, checked out, and get him the hell home, where I can start the healing process, start taking care of him, cooking for him,answering his every question, and doing my best to soothe him back to health. But by the looks of this, we aren't going to get that peace and quiet anytime soon.

But as we get closer, and the crowd comes into focus better, all I can see are nurses and doctors, Rose and Angela - and an awaiting stretcher.

My heart breaks one more time, not able to hold back my emotions, worries, concerns, and pain any longer.

These people are here for us.

These people are here to take care of My Edward.

These people are friends and family, and they want nothing more than to help, and surround us both with their love, concern and affection.

And with that understanding I'm able to relinquish my sense of control, hoping and praying, but also knowing that they will take care of him, give him what he wants and needs, treat him with respect and understanding like he was one of their own, a brother or son, and in the end, bring him back to health, back to life- bring him back to me in one piece.

Exiting the Jeep, Emmett's right at my side, opening the door and helping me out. Gently, softy and with amazing strength, he's lifting us both as I still have Edward wrapped desperately in my arms, having no intentions of letting him go right now. Then he gently lowers us down until my feet hit the ground.

All the while, he's informing Edward, not even knowing if Edward could hear him, but in the softest voice ever to leave Emmett's lips.

That he's going to be OK.

That he's going to be taken care of.

That he's among family and friends.

And that if nothing else and above all: He is safe.

Bringing his big old hand up to gently wipe damp hair from Edward's forehead, he places one small tender kiss upon it.

He looks at me one last time, our glassy eyes showing each other nothing but our sense of relief now that our shared nightmare has come to an end.

But when I look deeper and more carefully, I make out so much more: They tell me all.

They're full of so much love and compassion, my heart nearly melts, and I find it hard to swallow back the lump forming in my throat, so unwillingly, I let the tears flow freely.

And when I see the emotion being reflected back, all I can do at that moment is give him a small smile. Still keeping eye contact, he returns it to me sadly, but then with a little sparkle, it's accompanied by his signature wink.

Then with the swiftest of ease and grace, he wraps his arms around us both and hugs us tightly as he tenderly whispers, "I love you, bro. I love you both!" And suddenly he takes control as the frenzy begins and he ushers us to the awaiting hospital staff and stretcher.

They take Edward from me, and all at once my arms feel bare and empty. My wrists and fingers hurt from the strain of holding him so tight.

But I watch intently as they place him gently on the stretcher, frantic and fussing as they do their jobs, checking his heart, his pulse, his temperature, as they all take off running, causing the huge doors to swoosh open.

Voices are loud and demanding, shouting instructions and orders, and in this environment, I am lost and I am useless, so I step aside and let them take the control they need. I place my world, my heart, my trust, in their hands.

And as if by magic, I feel the warmth of soft arms wrap around my middle on either side, as heavy heads hit my chest and back. Looking down and around, I see Rose and Angela, both holding tight, soaking my shirt with their tears.

Pulling them closer, soaking up their warmth and life, I sigh deeply, reluctantly allowing myself to relax a little, wanting and needing to feel something other than dread, wanting and needing to be grounded once more. I know I have a lot further to go, and a hell of a lot more to accomplish, cause there's no God damn way this is over. It's far from finished. Alec Volturi will pay dearly for what he has done.

But as I look down, I smile shyly at the two beautiful glassy-eyed women staring back up at me. I glance over as Emmett stands to the side, looking on smugly, rolling on his toes, hands clasped behind his back. Looking over, I give him a grin with a wink, and with that, suddenly, like he was only waiting for permission, he rushes us, and we all four nearly hit the sidewalk.

Thank shit I had seen him coming and braced myself for the big, God damn gorilla that he is. But fuck, ya gotta love the guy. He's a God, I tell ya, a God. And I'd like someone to try and argue that fact with me right now.

We're all swinging and swaying, hemming and hawing, releasing pent up energy and confusion, and if I heard one 'Thank God,' I heard a thousand, and I found myself shushing them - easing them - trying my best to relay to them that everything will be fine, and we will get through this.

Questions were coming from all directions, and I was trying to answer them as truthfully and as honestly as I possibly could, not wanting to give too much away right now. Not wanting to let them beat down Emmett and me, we didn't let Volturi out of the bag just yet.

Cause I knew our time with him wasn't over yet by a long stretch. I know that I – more likely Emmett and I - will be paying the good old doctor another visit before this night was over.

Then desperately needing to change the subject and divert the attention, as I cannot give up my secrets if pushed, or capitulate to my guilt if they kept questioning. I ushered the ladies into the swooshing doors of the hospital, following after the now rushing doctors and nurses as they pull my Edward's stretcher and all into an awaiting examining room.

And suddenly all hell breaks loose, machines are being switched on, wires and straps are being passed between doctors' and nurses' hurried hands, collaborating and cooperating. As though with blurred vision, I watch nervously and intently - doctors barking orders, nurses submitting willingly, all in the name of healing, and helping, trying their best to get the results they needed as fast as possible.

I watch my boy, so still and lifeless, beyond pale and broken, as they toss and turn, pull and prod him. His hair is damp and sticky, clumping thickly to his head. His eyes are shut smoothly, like he's only sleeping. But for the purples and blues that dust his swollen eyes, you'd swear he was.

His gorgeous cheekbones and nose are so busted and torn. His beautiful lips are all dry, chapped and blistered. I glance at his throat - my favorite place to scatter kisses and licks as he squirms beneath me - but at this moment, it's red, blue, yellow and green, as a faint hand print of that fucker wraps around it like a dirty tattoo, making the blood boil in my chest and my fist tighten by my side.

His clothes are wet, dusty and dirty, torn and ripped, as I watch in awe and alarm as the nurse cuts them from his limp form. She's so tender and caring, moving quickly, but carefully trying her best not to cause Edward any more discomfort than necessary. With every piece she removes, she folds it, placing it in a plastic bag. I eye her warily, and she senses my concern. She approaches me and whispers softly, "Don't worry, Jasper, we have it all under control. We'll take good care of your husband!"

Resting a hand on my arm and giving it a tender squeeze, she's back on her heels, returning to attend to Edward.

Then I'm back to suspiciously watching everyone, eying them warily, wanting nothing more than for this to be done with, so I can have my boy to myself. Yes, I'm a fucking selfish bastard. And no, I don't give a shit right now.

I watch another nurse as she's leaning over, doing something with Edward's hands. She's scraping something under his finger nails, gently and attentively placing whatever she gathered in a little plastic bag. I eye her distrustfully, but as her eyes dart to me and back to Edward, she gives me a small smile, and then continues with what she's started.

Next thing I know, when I look up, not knowing how long I had been caught up in my headspace, Edward's lying there in nothing but his boxers, and I can't help the gasp that leaves my lungs as my heart pounds rapidly in my chest, desperately determined to escape by way of my throat.

He's so black and blue, all bruised and tattered. There isn't a part of him untouched, unmarked. I see suck marks and bites, scrapes and cuts, hand and fist prints, and foot and shoe marks.

Then from nowhere, a strangled scream fills the room, making my ears hum and ring, until suddenly I realize it was coming from me, and vibrating back via the hospital walls. And as I stare distrustingly into all their horror-struck faces, everyone is looking back at me, confused and worried, probably contemplating whether or not to call the guys in the white coats to come cart my sorry ass away.

And still there's nothing I can do but stare in fear and disgust. A large lump is trying to release itself from my throat, but it's unable to do so. Or maybe I'm just choking on my own fucking tongue right now. I don't know, but it's a fucking possibility, cause I'm looking and acting like a God damn mad man.

My jaw clenches tight as I start hissing through my nostrils. My eyes are squinted and my brow is furrowed. And I God damn know I'm scaring the shit out of everyone, but I really don't give a shit, cause I'm not done staring yet.

Then everyone seems to sense my distress, and looks in the direction of my stare, as all eyes land on the poor little nurse who has suddenly frozen in place, her eyes darting frantically from me to the confused faces of her colleagues. She looks anxiously and nervously between us, her face turning every shade of pale imaginable, as she looks at me totally confused. I notice when it dawns on her, and she finally follows my stare to where her tiny hands and lean fingers are tucked under the waistband of my boy's underwear. She quickly pull's them out, straightens herself, and mouths the words, 'So sorry,' then takes a few steps back.

Then suddenly I'm being ushered from the room by the arm, and very fucking roughly, may I add! Pulling myself back and straightening my clothes, I turn to glare at the person manhandling me, wanting to know who the fuck he thought he was, and why the fuck he thought he needed to eject me from the room. I find myself face to face with Doctor Seth Clearwater. He's been a friend of ours since Edward came to work at this hospital, both of them arriving at the same time, becoming fast friends that very first day. They've been close ever since.

Seth sometimes joins us at the pub. I even introduced him to his wife, Leah, there. And sometimes they'd join us for Sunday BBQ's and ball games. So would I consider him a friend? Yes. Would I still kick his ass if he crossed me right now? Hell Yes.

He eyes me, recklessly daring me to make a fucking move so he can really have my ass kicked to the curb. But then his features soften, becoming sad as he wraps his arm around and over my shoulder, pulling me tight to his side. He's looking around at the people coming and going, viewing the hustle and bustle of the hospital. He speaks in a hushed whisper, "Jasper, buddy, do you not think you'd be better off waiting with your family in the waiting room?"

As I look down at my feet, I shake my head, telling him silently that I can't, or more so, that I won't.

"Jasper, we need to run some tests. We need to check Edward thoroughly. You understand? Right, buddy?

And once more, while still staring at the floor, I shake my head, this time more determinedly.

Walking me over to a few seats, we both sit side by side, and still his arm is wrapped around my shoulder. He takes a deep breath, and continues softly and gently, trying to make me realize and understand what he is telling me. "Jasper it was me. I was the one Emmett called when you guys were en route to the hospital."

And as I'm sitting with my elbows on my knees, my head in my hands, I turn to look up at him, raising an eyebrow, confused.

"He told me what you found, and how you found him. Jasper? He told me about the lube!"

My head falls back into my hands as they come up to pull and tug at my hair. My shoulders tense, and once more, a pain creeps up my arms, over my shoulders, and takes up residence in my chest. My breath leaves me in a strangled whimper, "God will this nightmare ever fucking end?"

Seth bends closer to me, his breath fanning the side of my face as I feel him tense and stress right along with me. "Jasper? We need to check him. We need to find out and make sure there's been no damage done. Please tell me you understand, buddy? Please tell me you're alright with this? Let us help him. Let us fix whatever's broken."

I find myself struggling to do what's best and right. I know under the circumstances, Edward should be checked out. If this had been anyone other than him, I'd probably say hell yeah and jump at the chance. But this is a unique situation. Cause this is Edward.

I question myself... Cause this is Edward.

I'm unsure... Cause this is Edward.

I doubt myself... Cause this is Edward.

I'm so very, very scared... Cause this is Edward.

I'm worried about him - about his reaction to this whole fucked up situation. These people are his friends, not only his co-workers.

Would he want this done? Unbeknownst to him?

Would he want this done? Knowing they'll know?

Shit, I'm stuck. I don't fucking know. I think I'm finally losing my mind.

"Jasper? I need you to understand. I need you to be strong right now! I need you to put yourself in his place, and trust in me."

And with that, I nod frantically. I know in my heart that we needed to know. We need to make sure that he's OK, and more importantly: healthy.

"C.. ca.. can you do it?" My tired, heavy head's unable to leave my cradling hands.

I feel his grip tighten on my shoulder as he leans in. "What do you mean, Jasper? The examination itself?"

I sit up straighter, wiping my face in my hands, then my runny eyes and nose on my jacket sleeve. I turn slowly, and once again we're face to face. As I stare into his deep, sad chocolate browns, the sweat is gathered on his brow, damping the bangs of his jet black hair. He has always looked so young to me, way too young to be a doctor. At times, I had made fun at his expense. But at this moment, he looked like a scared child, and sensing his fear, but also his concern for my husband, made my heart break and splinter into a thousand little pieces in my chest.

Trying to control my sobs, taking a few deep breaths though my nose, I nod again. This time stronger, and with a hell of a lot more determination.

We both stand and face each other. He pulls me to him and nods silently into my shoulder. Pulling back, I look into his face once more.

"So you're going to take care of him, right?"

He nods slightly, a tear escaping from under his long lashes.

"You alone, Seth? Just you."

He looks a little shocked and confused. "Jasper? I can't be alone, I need a nurse. It's protocol. I'm sorry."

And now his eyes are everywhere but on me.

Now my head is pounding again, my chest is contracting. I'm getting anxious and downright irritated. I feel my blood rumble. It tingles in my veins, pumping rapidly through me, wanting nothing more than to escape and lash out.

"It's the only way, Seth. I won't let this happen unless it's just you. I can't do that to him. I won't. You have to make an exception for this. Just this once for us. One time, Seth. That's all I'm asking, for the love and sanity of my family. You have to figure this out... You have to work around it and find a way, cause that's the only way this is going to work."

I know what I'm doing, and I'm not ashamed. If it took pleading, then I would plead. If it took begging, then I would beg. I needed to represent Edward. I need for him to walk away with - if nothing more - his dignity and respect. And I knew this would break him, destroy him, and maybe even kill him. But God damn it, I'll be there.

He stares into midair, trying to come to terms with my request, and hopefully trying to figure a way around this fucktard of a situation. His eyes dart back and forth his brow furrowed and lips tight, then he looks over and gives me a small sad smile as he nods slowly.

He nods in the direction of the room, encouraging me to follow. As we enter, all heads turn to look, still standing in the same positions they were in when we left, cause even though it felt like a lifetime, it was only a few minutes, so nothing much had changed. That I could tell. Edward was still limp and lifeless on the table.

Seth spoke calmly and softly to each of them, asking how Edward was doing, and if he was still unconscious. The little nurse to my left nodded.

He asked another if he was still stable, and Jane looked over and nodded.

He inquired about any signs of internal bleeding, and they all shook their heads in unison.

So turning to me with a smile, he looks over them all, then informs them slightly sternly, that he needed them to leave for a few minutes and give him and me some time alone with Edward.

They look confused and a little worried, but he reassures them that he will only be a few minutes, and as soon as he was done talking to me in private, they would be able to take Edward to X-ray and for a CT Scan.

They all look at each other suspiciously and skeptically, but their eyes come to some kind of understanding as they all file out of the room, closing the door behind them with a loud click.

Then everything starts moving fast. He's barking orders at me, telling me to pull a chair up to the bed and sit in front of Edward, which I intend to do happily. After pulling the chair over, he orders me to help him roll Edward gently on his side. So with me pulling his shoulder and hip in my direction, Seth pushes him from the back until Edward is laying in a sideways sleeping position.

Then he's nervously opening packages and preparing gloves. Every once in a while, he glances at me timidly, as I find myself doing the same to him. My eyes dart from him to the examination table and back again, as he places his needed utensils face up.

Then he unscrews the lube. And I freeze.

Gulping hard, my eyes close slowly. A single tear slides down my cheek.

I feel the breeze opening my eyes quickly, Seth is covering Edward with a hospital gown, lightly blanketing him in the crisp, clean, cool, fabric.

Then my eyes go wide like saucers as I gasp, as Seth lets out a little chuckle. I frown, ready to bounce in his direction.

He's holding scissors, and he smiles, shaking his head as his hands reach under the gown. I hear the snipping, then he pulls free Edward's underwear, placing them carefully in an awaiting bag. Telling me to sit, he requests that I hold Edward's hand and do nothing but make sure that he is peaceful and showing no signs of discomfort. And that's what I do as Seth sets to work.

I feel... more than hear, Seth doing his job... Edward's body shifts and sways, and then a small, audible groan leaves his lips as his eyes squint tighter.

I look sharply at Seth, and notice he's already removing his gloves, throwing them in the awaiting trash can.

My heart stops as I try and make eye contract with him. His sad, tired eyes meet mine, and he shakes his head as he inhales slowly, taking a deep, well awaited breath and a sigh of relief.

And with that, my aching heart restarts and I lean forward, placing a tender, wet kiss on Edward's forehead... He fusses, which makes me smile to myself. But I thank all that is holy that my boy is OK.

As Seth removes the evidence, I help him put Edward properly into the gown.

I want to thank him, tell him how much this means to me, but I don't know how, I cant form the words needed.
he looks over and smiles gently and I do my very best to return it eagerly. Then as his eyes flutter closed he nods his understanding.

He lets the nurses know that they can now take Edward up for his tests, relaying to me that I should go take a breather while I have a chance. He suggests getting myself a cup of coffee, or even taking a nap, as the tests will take a while.

I leave the examining room more relieved than when I entered, going in search of our family and friends. I find them in a nearby waiting room, and as I enter, they all stand in anticipation.

Before I can speak, there's a noise, and I turn, eying the door behind me. Emmett enters, looking sheepishly in my direction, but covers it beautifully by handing me a Starbucks coffee, which I take from him eagerly, nearly bringing a few of his fingers with it. I smile at him apologetically as he winks and gives me a knowing grin.

Once we're settled and everyone's listening, I bring them all up to the moment on Edward's condition. Letting them know he has bumps, bruises, scrapes and cuts, maybe a slight concussion and a few broken ribs.

But until we get the results from the X-rays and CT Scan, we won't know the full extent of his injuries. As they blow their noses and wipe their eyes, they look around at each other contentedly. Then Rose speaks up, her voice tired and shaky.

"Jas… Jasper? Did they check? Did they check and see? Did they check and make sure he was OK? That he hadn't...That he hadn't been violated?'

I move quickly and sit in the seat next to her. Wrapping my arms around her tightly, shushing her, I wipe the hair from her face to look her straight in the eyes, wanting her to see my relief as I deliver her own.

"Everything's fine, sissy, no worries. My boy's as good as gold!" And I feel her relax into my chest with relief.

We all sit around, sipping our coffee and talking quietly amongst ourselves, taking turns on pacing the floor.

The door opens gently.

We're all surprised - a kind of 'Oh Shit' surprise! - to see the chief of police pop his head around the door frame, eying each of us nervously, as my eyes dart to Emmett then back to the officer. He enters the room tensely, hat in hand, voicing his worries and concerns for Edward, asking us to give Edward his regards, and to let him know that he's in his prayers.

Then pointing a finger at me and Emmett, he asks us politely if we could speak. With that, he stepped out into the hallway.

I look over at Emmett anxiously, and God damn it, I see nothing - no nervousness or fear - he just looks to the door, then me, giving me a huge smile and another wink. And with that, he's on his feet, following the cop.

We all three stand in the hallway, looking around, trying not to make eye contact. Cause God only knows we just might start a fucking conversation if we do. And we don't want that now... do we?

Then Chief Swan coughs, clearing his throat, and all at once, we're all looking at each other skeptically. So taking a deep breath, I decide it's time to get this as fucking over with as we possible can right now. Looking at the officer, I swallow hard, sucking air up my nose, trying desperately to ease the pressure at the back of my neck and stop my head from starting to spin.

"Thanks for coming, Chief Swan! What can we do to help?"

"Charlie, Jasper. It's Charlie. We've known each other long enough... I've known you since you were in high school. So no Chief. Charlie will do."

I nod in response. "OK. Che... Charlie. How can we help?"

"It's come to my attention that Doctor Hale-Cullen has been involved in some type of incident. And I'd like to know what you guys think of this, and what your take on it is. Do you have any information that can give me any clues on what actually happened?"

Looking between us, he eyes us wearily.

As Emmett and I look between each other, I start to get a little nervous. Oh Shit... Oh Shit! What to do? What to do? I can't think of anything. My mind's fucking blank. What to do? What to do? And as I'm busy looking like a fucking ass, Emmett speaks up. Fucker.

He bravely steps in and takes over, informing Charlie about how we came to realize that Edward was missing. And how we went in search of him, as we knew we couldn't report him missing for at least twenty-four hours.

"Boys, please. You could have contacted me. You know I would have dropped everything and got right on this for you."

Emmett continued looking at Charlie, all sad and shit. And by the look on Charlie's, face, he was sucking it all up. So I nod at Emmett, encouraging him to continue, silently telling him that the chief was eating this crap up.

He told the chief that he had had a hunch while we were out driving around aimlessly on where to find Edward. And that the hunch had paid off, cause when we got to the old doctor's house, we found him in a room in the basement, all beaten and broken, and we rushed him right here.

He looks at me apprehensively, eying us both suspiciously. Then taking a deep breath, he steps back and informs us that he has taken up way to much of our time, looking at me sadly and placing a concerned hand on my shoulder. And I wipe my eyes, then run my fingers through my hair nervously. Hoping to God I look overly upset and eager to get back to my boy - so he'll let us the hell go - he eyes me warily, then asks if he can have both our cell numbers in case anything new comes up or he has any more questions, and willingly, we give him the information needed. We want this over with. We want him away from us. And we don't want any more fucking questions right now.

As Chief Swan turns and heads towards the reception area, he looks over his shoulder at me. Oh Shit. Oh Shit. What to do? What to do?

He smiles sadly and yells, "Jasper, don't hesitate to call if you need anything. OK?" And I nod, giving him a wave. Then he turns and continues on his way.

Turning, I let out a long hard breath, glancing over at Emmett. He smiles widely then whispers, "I knew people would start to get suspicious, so while you were in with Edward, I went and moved the fucker. He's back at his own apartment, and don't worry, bro, he ain't going anywhere anytime soon. He will be right where I left him when the time comes to pay the good doctor a wee visit." And then he winks.

The guy's a God, I tell ya. A God.

Heading back into the waiting room, we spot Seth walking in our direction. He smiles, and with his eyes, he tells us to meet him in the room with the rest of the family. As we enter, he's pulling up a seat saying his Hi's and Hello's to Rose, Angela, Alice, and Riley. Then turning, he leans over to shake Emmett's hand as they share a few words about an upcoming ball game, waiting until everyone settles down before he proceeds to talk.

"Edward's stable right now. He has a lot of cuts and scrapes, a few bumps and bruises, but nothing that can't be taken care of. He has a slight concussion, but nothing serious. There are a few broken ribs, but there's no internal bleeding, so all in all, there's not to much to worry about. So for right now, he is in the clear, we just want and need to keep an eye on him, so we're keeping him overnight. They're taking him up to a room as we speak. We will make sure that he is as comfortable as possible, but I would prefer if you all wait until tomorrow to visit him if you don't mind."

He puts a hand up in my direction before I can even say anything.

"Jasper, I already know you'll be staying. I know I can't stop you or say anything that will make you go home and get some much needed sleep. So as I'm not willing to argue with you right now, I just want you to know I understand, and will make sure there is a comfortable chair for you in his room. OK?"

And I nod, answering happily but exhaustedly, "OK." He's a lucky fucker, cause I was just about to kick his ass.

Everyone leaves with hugs, kisses and best wishes, informing me that they'll be back first thing in the morning.

As I enter Edward's room, it's dimly lit, causing me to squint in his direction. And for the first time in hours, I get to look at my boy shamelessly. He's beautiful, surreal, stunning, and breathtaking. And I take a moment to watch him breathing lightly under the thin sheets.

I approach wearily, not wanting to disturb him in anyway, retrieving the overnight bag Rose had brought, giving it a quick once over. Everything he would ever need is there. Shit, the girl is thorough. God bless her little cotton socks, as Mama would say. I have to smile. Gotta love her.

As I'm pulling the chair closer to the bed, the door opens behind me, and Jane walks in. She smiles sadly up at me while handing me some blankets. "Doctor Clearwater tells us you're not leaving, so I brought you these to try and make you more comfortable."

As I thank her, she reaches up and kisses my cheek, before she's back on her heels and exiting as fast as she entered.

Pulling the chair even closer to the bed, I throw a blanket over my lap and remove my boots, leaning forward, resting my head on the bed beside Edward's hand. Placing mine on top of his, I entwine our fingers. Feeling his warmth and softness under my touch, I hear a small groan and look up at Edward. His eyes go tight and he grips my fingers tightly, then as fast as it came it goes, and once again, he's peacefully sleeping.

I find myself staring at him, wishing, hoping and longing for him to wake up, just so I can see his forest greens, just so I can hear his sweet voice. Its been nearly twenty-four hours since I've heard his velvet voice or felt his hot breath on my face, and right now, I'd give anything to hear or feel both again.

I'm not sure of the time, but I feel my hair being pulled, then my head being rubbed. It takes me a few moments to realize what's happening. As I slowly lift my head not, wanting to scare him with any quick movements, I see his forest greens look down on me, his eyes are heavy and sore. But I can still make out the green in them, and it makes me smile softly in his direction.

His lips curve at the sides slightly, and he fights to keep his eyes open. His tongue peeks out tenderly, sweeping his bottom lip. I reach for the bottled water on the dresser, and as I slip my hand under his head to cup and steady him, I bring the bottle to his sore, swollen lips. He sips slowly, with a little difficulty, as he brings his hand up to his throat, indicating that he hurts, so I take my time with him, showing him that he can take his, and to just have a little patience.

When he blinks his eyes up at me, letting me know he's finished, I remove the bottle, putting it back on the dresser, laying his head softly on the pillow again. Turning, I wet a hand towel and wipe it over his swollen lips, and when I'm done, he shakes his head a little, blinking once, then giving me a slight nod.

After I place a tender kiss on his forehead, he sighs deeply and shakily. I sit back down again, placing my hand back into his. He slowly and gently entwines his fingers with mine again, giving them a soft squeeze. He gives me another timid smile, and as I return it, his eyes flutter closed once more, as my head lies beside him on the bed.

Not knowing the time, I feel a hand in my hair again, fingers being brushed through my curls softly. I twist my head and stare up at him as his heavy, sad eyes fight to stay open. I smile and he timidly returns it.

"You OK, sweetness?" I whisper softly.

He nods gently as he shuts his eyes tight, breathing deeply through his nose.

'You sure, babe? What do you need?" I try my best to sound calm, not wanting him to fret in any way.

He nods again, his eyes fluttering open, and a single tear runs down his cheek, under his chin, ducking into the collar of his hospital gown.

And I'm on my feet by his side, shushing him for all its worth, trying my best to ease whatever anguish he's experiencing right now.

As I pulling him gently to my chest, he slowly wraps his arms around my waist and sinks his face into my neck, inhaling deeply. I bury my face into his fucked up hair, inhaling him in unison. He smells funny; its not him. It makes my stomach churn, and I try desperately to hold back my gag, not wanting to worry or concern him.

Almost inaudibly, he sighs my name, "Jasssssper?"

Pressing him a little tighter to me while rubbing the palms of my hands up and down his back, I answer in a whisper.

"Yes, sweetie, what you need?"

"A shower, baby, I.. I need to clean!" And my heart breaks! Cause I know what he's trying to say.

Laying him back gently, I stand, leaving for the bathroom, turning on the shower, checking the water temperature before returning to the room. I pull back the sheets and remove my socks before bending to pick him up. I question him one more time, making sure this is what he really wants, and if it's something he's able to do.

"You sure, baby? You sure you can do this?

He doesn't say anything; he just looks up at me all pitifully, making my heart break even more as he reaches his hands and arms up, signaling for me to come closer. And as I do, he gently wraps his arms around my neck as I place my arm gently underneath his knees, picking him up bridal style, and making my way to the steamy bathroom.

And as I enter, I don't stop. From the corner of my eye, I see Edward glance up at me, confused, and with nothing but a smirk and a wink, I enter the shower stall, placing both of us under the jet stream, letting the hot water sink into our weary bones and ease our unnerved hearts, as we melt slowly into one another.

When I'm content with the thought that we are thoroughly soaked, I lean heavily against the back wall of the shower stall and ease my body weight, letting it slide until my butt hits the floor.

Now, with Edward just sitting on my lap, I release him from my grip and reach for the shampoo, and without a thought, I proceed to wash his sticky, sweaty, puke and urine filled hair. And as he leans his head into my touch, sighing deeply, letting his eyes flutter closed and his lips part, my heart restarts to its normal beat, because right now, my boy looks content and peaceful, and I can't help myself, I move closer and place a single soft kiss on his poor, sore, swollen lips.

His eyes open slowly, and he bares his soul to me, and as he breathes deeply through his nose, he whispers tenderly, "I'm yours, Jasper. All yours!"

Pulling him tighter to me, trying not to hurt him any more than he already is, I start to sob into his neck. His arms wrap weakly around my neck, and he shushes me, trying his best to soothe my aching soul.

And with my lips to his neck, I whisper, "I know, sweetness, I know. Always."

Still keeping him seated on my lap, I place my hand on his back and twist him until his head falls back under the stream. Bringing my other hand up, I run my fingers softly through it, making sure all the nasty suds get washed down the drain. Watching them, I feel relieved, making me believe once more that we finally can have some hope and faith in our future.

Returning to the bedroom, I grab a load of towels on the way by. Then placing one on the bed before releasing Edward and sitting him on it, I remove his gown, trying to hold back my disgust and anger as I eye every ugly mark that's been left on my boy's body. He lowers his head, but I quickly put my fingers under his chin and tell him to keep eye contact with me, not to look anywhere else. And being the good boy he is, he does as he's told.

Placing his hand in my wet hair, he runs his fingers through it as he stares at my face. He starts to shake a little, so I try and move as swiftly as possible while drying him off. Retrieving fresh boxers and an old set of scrubs, I proceed to dress him, getting him comfortable once more.

Laying him back on his pillows, I gently pull his legs up and under the covers. Before removing my own wet clothes - borrowing a pair of his underwear and the extra set of scrubs - placing our wet stuff in a plastic bag and shoving it into the overnight bag. Then looking over at Edward, he's now smiling, so I lean in and kiss his face, his forehead, cheeks, nose and then lips, swiping my tongue softly over them as he lets out a gentle moan while his eyes flutter closed.

Pulling the blanket back over my lap, I sit on the chair again, trying to settle in for whatever's left of our night. I hear him groan and moan a little, so I glance over, wondering if he needs my help. As I smile sheepishly at him while I raise a questioning eye brow, he smiles back at me and pats the bed beside him, then quietly but gravely he whimpers.

"Please, Jasper... Please"

And once again I'm reminded that I can never refuse my boy.

Lowering myself to the bed, paying mind not to hurt or bother his ribs, I lie on my back, letting him make the next move as he curls himself into me. With a shaky, deep breath, he relaxes into my side, laying his head and hand on my chest, as my hand comes around and rubs his shoulder and arm.

And before we both drift off, he whispers into the night air. "We going home tomorrow, right love?"

"Yes, sweetness, we are. That's if I have anything to do with it!"

"Jassssper?"

"Yes, sweetness?"

"Love you'

And as I rub his arm one last time, I whisper, "Love you too, babe. Love you too."

And in those few final moments we are filled with hope, as we drift into slumber contently.

Thanks for reading guys and you know what to do cause I just love reading them so please review.

A/N Just want to give everyone a heads up, I am stepping back from the main story for a while all this angst has boiled my brain. So the next few chapters will be out takes. The first being Edward and Jasper's first time, back when they were 16...which I love writing cause a 16 year old Jasper amazes me never know whats going to come out off that boys mouth...