A/N: Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer, but her characters are fun to play with so I'm making them do my bidding for the foreseeable future. Jasper as the God of War and Peter 'just knowing shit' are ideas that belong to IDreamofEddy. I do own the plot and original characters of Longing though.

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This outtake goes into what Jasper does to make up for nearly attacking Emmett and Rosalie. Even though they aren't aware of what almost happened he still felt the need for penance of some kind.

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Longing Chapter 24 Outtake #1

October 2080

The day after the meeting with the wolves ...

EmPOV

"Pack your shit, Em," Jasper said without preamble as he barged in the door of my workshop. I wasn't as particular about people violating my personal space as he was but it still would have been nice if he'd fucking knocked. What if I'd been building something embarrassing or illicit in here? Then again, I didn't really give a shit if he saw one of my more … deviant … projects. I'd never really had any shame. I didn't see the point in developing some now.

I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Not that I'm not down for random road trips, Jazzman, but what's the deal and where are we going?"

"It's a surprise," he answered, "so get up off your ass and pack your shit. Don't make me repeat myself again."

I rolled my eyes. "You can stow the Major bullshit, Jazz. You don't have to tell me twice, er, three times."

"And yet you still have not gotten up off your ass," he returned smartly.

Asshole! I was a goofy fucker but Jasper and Peter were the kings of sarcasm. Edward never could decide if he wanted to be goofy, sarcastic, moody, a sex fiend, or whatever else. I suspected that's why he brooded and looked constipated while doing it.

"Emmett!" Edward snapped from in the house. "If you're gonna take a shot at me, you might as well do it out loud. That way when I kick your ass, everyone will know it's because I have bigger, better balls than yours and that you're just a pansy ass who can't back up his shit talking!"

His inner voice was irritated but he was joking too. That was one of the things I loved about my brother: he may brood from time to time, but he could take a joke and dish one right back out. Too often, those with brooding tendencies were pussies with no spine and too much fucking estrogen. Not Edward. No, there was absolutely nothing wrong with Ed's spine or his balls. Aside from being Alice's bitch, just as I was Rose's, there was not an ounce of estrogen in that boy's body; despite the fact that his mad piano genius might suggest otherwise to some.

"Oh, I can back it up," I promised. He knew I could and wasn't someone to be trifled with, and I knew the same about him but we were brothers; brothers talked shit about everything.

"Why don't we put that to the test when you get back from your trip?" I could hear the grin in his voice and I grinned too.

"You're on," I agreed. Then I redirected my attention to Jasper. "What shit do I need to pack?"

"A change of clothes," he replied with a smile, "maybe two."

"That's it?"

"Yep."

"Is anyone else going to be joining us on this illustrious journey?" I asked jovially.

I was getting really fucking excited ... well, more excited; Storm was moving in with us in less than two weeks and I could not wait. I loved surprises and Jasper was looking happy at the moment. He very rarely ever looked happy, content maybe, but happiness that was his own ... yeah, I wasn't going to go there. I was a genius but even the complicatedness of Jasper's mind fuckery was too much for me, and I hardly knew anything about it. That was really fucking saying something. Seeing him happy was making me all warm and tingly, in a not gay way, and I wanted to be around for the duration of that shit, even if he hadn't been projecting lately.

"I am, of course," Peter announced from behind me.

"Of course you are," I said with a roll of my eyes, "because wherever the Jazzman goes, you're right up his ass."

I had to admit I was disappointed. Peter was my man, my bro, my partner in fucking crime, but I hadn't had any quality man-to-man time with Jasper in ages. As much as I loved my prank buddy, I'd been hoping it was just going to be me and Jazz. As for Edward, I loved the guy and we were close, but he and I didn't always have much in common. Jasper got me in a way he didn't. Oh well. I could roll with it.

Pete shrugged. "If you're not talkin' in a balls deep kinda way, 'cause that would get me ripped to pieces, bein' up the Major's ass isn't always a bad place to be."

My expression was horrified as I stared at him. "There is something seriously wrong with you."

"You haven't seen him in action," he said offhandedly.

I hadn't and as dangerous as I'd heard he was, I wanted to.

Jasper's spine straightened and his jaw clenched. "We're changin' the subject, now."

"Alright, alright," I conceded and then mumbled under my breath, "buzz kill."

"Just get your ass packed."

I moved to the house and up to my room to do as Jasper requested. As I was trying to decide what I should take (Alice would tan my hide if I ruined the wrong thing), a thought occurred to me.

"You okay with not going bro?" I asked Edward.

"Jazz asked, but I declined. I know you need the bonding time, and I've got plans with Ali."

"You're cool bro. Have I mentioned that lately?"

"Nah, but you can make up for itby not calling me constipated, asshole!" he said.

"Sure thing," I promised, but we both knew that would only last for a month tops.

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Katmai National Park, Alaska

"Gee, Jazz, I wonder why we're here in Katmai hunting Grizzlies instead of in Denali," I teased.

It was no secret that Jasper's last visit to our extended family was a disaster. His "fuck buddy" relationship with Kate worked for the two of them. They were good friends that occasionally had no strings sex. He didn't talk about it, she didn't talk about it, they tried to be discreet because that was the kind of people they were, but we all knew that shit. We were vampires. It was hard not to know. Truthfully, if Jasper wasn't so screwed up, I thought that maybe something more between the two of them just might be good for him but it wasn't up to me. Whether it was up to me or not, he needed someone to make him believe he was loveable in that way, and Kate had already half-succeeded in that he didn't think of her as a sister figure. At least I hoped he didn't … 'cause ewww.

It was his relationships with Tanya and Irina that didn't fly. They were clingy. They wanted more from him than I suspected he believed he was capable of giving. He hadn't touched them because of that in decades so I had no idea why he'd broken that rule, but whatever. Things were still fucking awkward.

"Because there's a more abundant population of them here," he said seriously. I envied his poker face.

It was true about the population, though not by much. I didn't care. We were hunting Grizzlies and neither Jasper nor Peter would be taking phone calls or text messages from anyone while we were doing it. I loved Edward but honestly!

"Of course, that's why," I humored him. He hadn't had to take me on this hunting trip so I didn't see the purpose in giving him shit.

Four days, three Grizzlies, a change of clothes later and some quality brother bonding time, and I was a sufficiently happy man. The only thing that would have made things better would be a very naked Rose writhing underneath me.

"Dude," Jasper protested with a grimace. "Knock that shit off before I lose all the blood I've drunk the past four days."

I smirked. "You're just jealous because you don't have a hot woman to lose yourself in."

He huffed but didn't respond. Instead he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to me. I studied it but didn't have a fucking clue what it was.

"What's this, dude?" I asked curiously.

"It's an address, dumbass," Peter chimed in. "

I can see that," I remarked, "but it isn't an address I recognize, and I don't understand why you've given it to me."

Jasper shrugged, giving me a sly smile. "Why don't you go there and find out? The directions are on the back."

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The address ended up being a beautiful, three bedroom ranch house in Homer, Alaska that sat on three and half acres of land with a lake view and private forest area. It was exquisitely landscaped, not too big, but not too small. I got tired of the grandiosity of our everyday life sometimes. It was perfect, not as secluded as our usual places, but secluded enough. That didn't really matter though. I still had no idea what the hell this place was.

What made it even more perfect was that my Rosie was here. I'd smelled her from two miles off, and I'd pushed myself that much harder so I would get to her that much faster. As great as the last four days had been, I missed my woman. The door was unlocked, though to get to Rose I would have broken the damn door down if I had to. I followed her scent, noting as I walked through the house that it was very nicely and tastefully furnished but lacked Esme's distinct flair.

My wife was in the master bedroom, posed provocatively on the bed, and wearing some see-through, lace bustier/garter thing that I could not guarantee would survive for longer than five seconds.

"Hey, baby," she purred.

I swallowed hard. Even after all this time, she still made me feel like all this was new but yet so very, very familiar. Like warmth and love and home and … everything. If I was human, my heart would be racing. As it was, I was already aching for her.

"Hi, sexy," I said, my gaze turning heated as I made my way toward the bed and the woman who'd saved me in so many ways I couldn't count them. I eased myself down next to her and ran my hand through her hair. "I missed you."

For a moment, her own heated gaze took on a softness reserved only for me. It was my favorite look. "I missed you too."

She meant it. She always did, and she always made sure I knew.

"What's all this?" I asked, stroking her hair again. When my fingers reached the end of her silky strands, I trailed them down the soft skin of her back. She shivered.

"This is all Jasper," she responded. "He bought this place, I don't think specifically for us, but he wanted us to have some genuine time alone before …"

Before Storm moved in was what she didn't say. Rose had voted yes but I knew she still wasn't crazy about the idea. Jasper was the only person that knew that just as well as I did. I was proud of her anyway. I loved her no matter what, would have in spite of whatever she may or may not have done, but she had made so much progress and that made my heart swell.

Jasper and Rosie were close, sharing a special bond I didn't quite understand. It made sense that he'd want her to have this before Storm joined us. From the way he'd been acting the past several days, it was pretty obvious he wanted it for me too.

I grinned. "I like the sound of genuine alone time."

"Prove it and kiss me," she demanded with a wicked grin of her own. "Show me who's my Monkey Man."

I rolled us so that I was hovering over her, fisted one hand in her hair, ran the other down her back, ripping the offending lingerie to shreds as I did it, until I was roughly palming her ass. Right before I plunged my tongue into her sweet mouth, I growled, "You want your Monkey Man, I'll give you your Monkey Man. Be careful what you wish for Rose."

"When it comes to you," she gasped through our kiss, "never."

I smiled against her lips.

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Longing Chapter 24 Outtake #2

Two days before Bella returns from New York ...

RPOV

Emmett and I were in our room lounging on our bed and basking in the sunshine filtering in through the window wall. We were both sparkling like the most beautiful, brilliant cut, colorless diamonds. We were better than the most beautiful diamonds, but I was generally of the opinion that we, particularly I, were better than most everything ... at least in regard to looks. As far as I was concerned, my Em was the hottest man that walked the Earth and I would fight a bitch to the death if she or he ever tried to claim otherwise.

I was curled around my mate, my legs tangled with his and one arm propped up on the mattress by my elbow. My chin was resting between his very well-developed and panty-drenching pecs, right in the center of his breastbone so I could look up at his handsome face as I ran the fingers of my free hand through his soft, dark, curly hair. I would never admit it out loud but I liked playing with Emmett's hair more than I liked fussing with my own. Besides, when you've got perfect hair you've got time to play with other people's, and whose was better to play with than Em's. His eyes were closed, a little grin curling his lips and a rumbling purr vibrating from his chest at my ministrations.

Maybe if I tug at the curls at the nape of his neck the way he likes, he'll pull my hair the way I like, I thought with a wicked grin. That purr of his was really getting to me.

I was just about to creep my hand around to the back of Emmett's head when Jasper knocked on the door.

I growled in frustration. I loved my "twin" like no other but goddamn it! He was a fucking empath! He knew what I was planning probably before I did and he was cock-blocking me!

Asshole! I would make him pay for this.

"Come on in, Jazz," Emmett called, so relaxed he sounded sleepy.

I grinned. I, Rosalie Lillian McCarty Hale, was responsible for that shit. If Jasper wasn't being intentionally obtuse or just plain mean, I would be making some far more animalistic sounds escape from that beautiful, talented mouth of my husband's.

My grin withered into a scowl, and I narrowed my eyes at my brother. Jackass!

"What do you want?" I demanded. I was getting more and more irritable with each day that passed. "Storm" was due to move in in a matter of days and I wasn't looking forward to living in the same house as that little bitch even if I had voted in favor of it. He looked at me sheepishly, obviously feeling my irritation.

"I've got a surprise for you, Rose."

My ears perked up and my scowl faded some. "A present kind of surprise or a shitty news kind of surprise?"

Jasper grinned but it was off. "The present kind."

My scowl faded completely but before I could reply, Emmett spoke up. "What did you get my woman, Jazz, and how much am I going to have to up my game when she sees it?"

Our brother shrugged and then looked to me, "You coming?" "

You just said you have a present for me," I answered.

"Of course, I'm coming."

Emmett lugged himself off the bed and followed us as Jasper led me toward the garage. When we got there, I noticed the far end, my normal workspace, had been cleared and several huge boxes were littering the open space.

I raised my brows at him. "What are those?"

He smiled mischievously. "Open them."

It took me hours to open those boxes and catalog everything in them. Jasper had clearly bought me all the parts to build a car from the ground up. It had been awhile since I'd built a car from scratch so I was incredibly excited. It wasn't until I opened the last box and was sorting through its contents that I realized what car these boxes contained.

"Holy shit!" I shrieked, jumping to my feet and racing into the house. When I found him, I stopped short.

"I take it you got to the last box?" he questioned. I nodded dumbly. "Do you like it?" He sounded a little apprehensive as he asked.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I yelled. "That's a 1937 Mercedes-Benz 540 K Spezial Roadster! It's one of the rarest cars in the world!"

"I know," he said.

"And one of the most expensive."

"I know that too."

"You broke it down into pieces," I accused. That was sacrilege of the highest fucking order. I should have murdered him for that.

Jasper shrugged again. "I was very careful. I knew you would enjoy building it back up more than just having it sitting there and looking pretty, and you'd build it better anyway."

I nodded, pleased. He did have a point.

"Do you like it?" he repeated, still sounding nervous.

"Jasper Whitlock, if I wasn't deeply in love and a happily married and mated woman, I'd strip you naked and fuck you seven ways from Sunday to thank you for that car!"

Jasper grimaced.

"Okay, maybe I'd find some other way to thank you," I said, grimacing myself. "This totally makes up for you cock blocking me yesterday, by the way."

His gaze dropped from mine for a split second. "I've got a lot more than that to make up for," he mumbled under his breath.

I didn't think he meant to say it out loud so I chose not to comment, instead saying, "Thank you, Jasper."

My voice was heartfelt and I hoped he could feel it in my emotions. I wanted to hug him but I knew he wouldn't be comfortable with it. For a moment I had the urge to ask him what this present was for but decided against it. I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. If he wanted to tell me what this was for, he would. Maybe he'd done it just because. I couldn't say I cared that much. I was now the owner of a 1937 Mercedes-Benz 540 K Spezial Roadster. I had always wanted one and now I was getting to build it. God, I loved my brother! "

You're welcome."

"You really screwed me, Jazzman," Emmett grumbled sourly. "How the hell am I supposed to top this?"

"That's for you to figure out, bro," Jasper said. "It's not like you don't have the time to come up with something."

He gave me a weak smile, turned his back to me and exited the garage. I watched him go, still wishing I could hug him.

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A/N: We got into Emmett's and Rosalie's heads a little this time. It was very fun to write from their perspectives. I hope you enjoyed them. :)

Take care until next time ...

Up next: As I said, Bella is back in Forks where she belongs. :)