First and foremost this is the original story before I started to rewrite it... and got stuck in the writing of the rewrite. If you are following the rewrite you will notice quite glaring differences between this and the one you have already started following. I do not intend on giving up with the rewritten version, however I think you guys waiting for me to get over my blank slate of a muse isn't going to happen any times soon. So I am re-posting the original. This was my first completed story and it is very different to how my last stories flow.

Secondly, this is not beta'ed. NOT AT ALL. There will be mistakes in spelling (I'm Australian and some words we spell differently). The layout will honestly have you wondering what the hell I was thinking. I wasn't; well that's not true. What I was thinking was that I knew what I was doing and screw anyone else... yes I was a conceited little shit even at the age of 31.

Thirdly, there is 68 chapters to this story, including the epilogue and two out takes. All of which have been uploaded to my profile so I should be able to update daily. Please understand that I have a busy life in the real world. This includes two children, one grown and the other with disabilities. So while I should be able to update wherever I am, if something happens please understand that I will miss updating.

Last but not lease. I am not SM. Not even close. I do not own the franchise, work in any capacity with the publishing houses or studios. I merely escaped from reality to play with some characters that I fell in love with while reading four books in the matter of days.

With this chapter we past where we were on the rewrite, and a real telling way of how I truly changed as an author.

Welcome Jasper.

Watching her pull away was the most painful thing I have ever witnessed or felt I my 23 years of life. Her eyes still haunt me every night in my dreams, the pain that was there I can only assume was the same that I was feeling. I felt an instant pull towards her when she pulled over and offered me a lift, I literally couldn't speak. My mouth was rendered obsolete, she was too perfect. It was killing me when she made the rule of no names. It just intrigued me more, so much so that it was all I thought about those few hours in her truck.

That big red monster was loud, obnoxious and a slice of heaven while she was in it with me. What could I say, I fell and hard. And the most disconcerting part was that I liked, no loved it. One night was all we shared before I had lost her. All I had was a description of the unattainable angel of my dreams and a name. Bella S. What did the S stand for, if I had known that I would be the happiest man on this earth. I would hunt her down and literally worship the ground she walked on.

"Jazz where the hell were you just then? I haven't seen you in over a year and all you do is space out on me. What the hell is going on in that head of yours?" My brother Peter, older yes, wiser not so sure about that yet.

I had missed his wedding to unforeseen circumstances. That being my final mission before leaving the army with my best friend Emmett. In fact the night that Bella and I shared had been only a few days after I had left Emmett's place as his wife was hysterical with having two ex-army men in the house for a year. Though in all reality I had worked the entire time working at the stud farm and after refusing the advances of the eldest daughter for the God only knows how many times, I handed in my resignation and was heading back to my brother's house. I hadn't yet met his lovely and blushing bride Charlotte, but she was a great girl from what the family had constantly told me. And if the photos of their wedding were anything to go on he was a very lucky and happy man.

"Damn it boy you're doing it again. You've been home for what 3 days and you've spent more time in your head than you have with anyone else." His ranting broke once more into my reminiscences.

"Listen here big brother, I may be younger but I can still kick your ass any day of the week." I fired back, knowing it wasn't the end of his tirade.

"Well then what the hell is on your mind. It's not often I get the chance to play big brother to you, now is it?" Ah hell I swear it's a married man thing, they turn into girls needing to know all that's going on and shit.

But knowing Peter he wasn't gonna let it go until he got what he was fishing for. And then if I was correct it would go straight to the family. Resigning myself to the never ending girl rant that was going to spew from his mouth I waited. And waited. Huh, seems that at least married life had instilled some patience in his ass. But that could also have something to do with the fact that his misses has only just finished college and he had to live on his own while she stayed at the dorms. Poor bastard.

"It's a girl alright. I met someone but before anything could happen she up and left." I sighed as I let go and finally told the ass what was going on.

What I didn't expect was to fucking wear his beer all over my shirt.

"You're shitting me right. Jasper Whitlock has handed his balls over to a woman. Man momma's gonna have a field day when she hears this." I repeat ass, but I let him have it.

I was the player in the family for so long that he even got caught in the player by association ring.

"Shit man, your serious aren't you?" well thank you Captain Dumb ass.

In all the time since I was interested in girls, now women I'd never had one effect me like Bella did. Not complaining but it hurt like hell having to admit that I fell in love; especially to my brother who copped shit from me for so fucking long that he soon started counting the days till my next deployment at one stage.

As I still hadn't said anything he moved on to the obvious.

"So tell me little man, what's so special about this one. And when do I get to rip you a new one for all the shit you gave me?" he probed, and as I said with the obvious question.

"Fuck Pete, she had me speechless before I could even think. Remember how you picked me up from the twilight Hotel? Well that's when it all fucking happened; that night." I told him waiting for him to connect the dots.

"I still don't have a clue how you ended up there Jazz, but you gotta give me more than that, unless you want to face Ma when she sees you next." His serious tone is something that I'll never get used to it. No matter how long we're on this planet.

"Now I know I got all the good genes, the brains and the looks. But you gotta give me something to keep her off your back." He pulled out another beer from the cooler that he'd placed between us as I took another swig from mine.

"Look this woman had me before even I knew she had me. Forget the fact that she's an angel but the natural beauty of her, shy, loving, caring, man she's everything I didn't even know I wanted, and so much more." Shit I was turning into a woman myself I think. Since when does Jasper Whitlock ever talk about women like this?'

"Alright I got it; she's your perfect girl, your version of Charlotte. But how did this one get to you and then somehow leave?" he pried, and considering it took him 3 hours to drive out to get me from that hotel he does deserve some insight to all the events hat has changed my life in the short span of 4 days.

Running my hands through my hair, I sighed before going through before breaking into the details to some extent.

"I was on my way here after leaving Rose's and Emm's place, waking in the rain, cause that idiot farm girl Maria wouldn't take no for a fucking answer. She pulled over and offered me a lift, and man it was fucking cold I wasn't gonna say no even if it killed me." I stopped waiting for the ass to stop laughing his head off.

"Yeah yeah, laugh it up fucker. You want to hear the rest of what?" he gains control over his mouth and nods his head as he's only just holding it all in.

"Anyway, after one fucking perfect night with this angel I woke up to an empty bed and her engine kicking over. I literally tripped over myself getting to that door and just as I opened it she was pulling away looking like she's just died. It fucking near on broke me man." I had to stop there even if I knew he was gonna push for more. Repeat he's worse than a woman after fucking gossip.

"And, that doesn't explain why your here now looking like your fucked for the rest of your life." He fucking pushed, like I knew he would.

"She left me a note, lets just say I know what heartbreak is like and how bad it now sucks. To know I not only feel it, but I've caused it is just too fucking much. And all I've got to go on to try and find her is a name, and the fact that she dries a noisy ass truck." I finished my story, knowing full well that it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch just to relive it now.

I downed the rest of my beer and stuck my hand in the cooler for another. If I could go back then and even peek at her id while she was in the shower I would with no regrets. But I can't so where the fuck do I go from here? I still had that note, I've looked at it so many fucking times looking for something that I knew wasn't there, anything that could tell me where she was, what the S stood for, anything. I looked at it every night before I closed my eyes and every morning when I got up in the morning.

"So what did the receptionist say, did you even go and find out what they had down for the room information?" he asked, and God damn it he had a point.

I hadn't even thought that to go and ask the receptionist what name the room was under. God damned know it all, I now had to admit that he had something to hold over me.

"Fucker, why didn't I think of that." I grumbled knowing that he heard it and knew it was directed at him. He just chuckled at me and let me stew in my self pity for a while.

"So what are you gonna do with that little nugget that I just freely handed over to you?" Well shit me he had a point there too. Maybe I left the army at the right time. Too many wrestling matches with Emmett may have scrambled my brains a little, or maybe I was just lost in that self pity thing that I hadn't noticed. We sat there for a while, neither talking just sitting.

"Well little bro, how bout I give you something to think about. If you can't get over this... whatever it is in a few weeks I'll give you my truck and then you can go cross country trying to find your missing angel?" Peter suddenly vocalized something that's been sitting in the back of my mind.

What I wouldn't do to find this girl, but you know that something like that doesn't happen too often and usually it's not a good thing. Maybe if I go back to the Twilight Hotel they might be able to give me something, but somehow I don't think that they can. Criminal charges and all that. I hadn't really thought what I was going to do now that the farm had gone downhill and I was now sitting in his and Char's little apartment wondering what my net move would be if I was able to get any information on my Bella. I could always search her on the net but then that would more than likely bring up some major shit, "stalker much Jazz?" I thought. Yeah that's what every girl wants, to have her searched on the net and then have them rock up at their home. And what if they don't give me any information then I'm stuck with nothing, but at least I took the first step right.

We spent the rest of the night sitting and drinking, talking about shit really. He got a kick out of the fact that I was constantly passing on some girl for a year. Maria wasn't a bad sort really, but she just needed to turn it down. That plus her daddy would've my ass if he had ever found out that I had been with one of his girls. By the end of the night we were both so past pissed that I was amazed that we cold make it back into the apartment on our own steam. Maybe it was the joint effort that we both had hat got us up there but whatever it was saved our asses from Charlotte's rampage if she was to find us on the steps. Or that's what Peter said.

Waking up to a girly scream isn't something that any single man ever wants to hear, unless it's their sister seeing a spider; and even then it's really tolerable because they would be blood.

"Char, just because I'm used to getting my ass dragged out of bed with your screams after a night drinking doesn't mean Jazz is gonna handle it." Pete's hung over voice can be heard through the door.

"Hush you, it's your little sister, and by the sounds of it she's found a guy that makes her scream and god only knows what. And if you and him didn't spend all night drinking on the front stairs you'd both be without hang over's this morning.". Ah now I know where the patience came from, this woman keeps his ass in line. Think we're gonna get along fine.

Walking out into the living room I wasn't sure what was worse, seeing my brother in just his boxer's, or the sun coming through the window? Now normally I'd say it was the sun, but after drinking way too much it would seem last night I now believe that honor goes to Pete's boxer clad body.

"Get some clothes on would ya. Not the best thing to see in the morning." I was able to get out before I yawned.

"My place, I'll walk around starkers if I want to little brother." Peter never really suffered with hang over's fucking lucky bastard. While we had this little chat, it would seem that Char had gone to grab some Tylenol and a glass of water.

"Peter, if you're not careful I'm gonna steal your misses away from you. She takes too good a care of your sorry ass." I couldn't help it, if this is what it's like to be in love with someone I want hat with my Bella. My Bella, I like that.