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 time soon. So I am re-posting the original. This was my first completed story and it is very different from 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 are 68 chapters to this story, including the epilogue and two outtakes. All of which have been uploaded to my profile I will try to upload as often as I can. 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 least. 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 a matter of days.

Bella had been sitting down at the table while Junior was sleeping for what felt like 10 minutes before we had a chance openly talk about everything that had happened at the station the other day. Detective Simmons had called and told us that with the help that Bella gave when she talked to Alec he had been charged with the death of Breanna Tanner as well as the many charges he had placed on him through breaking into the house. And while I was abso-fucking-lutely happy that that ass had been finally put in his place I still didn't understand why Bella had been the ultimate force in charging his ass.

"Cowboy, what have you been thinking, you've been pacing the floor for the last half hour." Bella's sweet voice brought me back to the situation. I hadn't even noticed that she had stopped typing, or that I had actually been pacing the floor.

"Jazz, tell me what's wrong." She slipped her little hand in mine as she pulled me toward s the bed. She started to run her fingers through my hair while slowly pulling me down so my head was resting on her legs. Not pushing the subject but letting me gather my thoughts.

"You know I was just thinking about when you were talking to the dumb fuck backwards jackass at the station the other day..." I trailed off knowing that she would understand what I was getting at.

"You think I wasn't in pain when I was talking to him so casually about Brea? And I'm guessing that you weren't expecting my reaction when we came home too." She looked down at me with understanding and a hint of pain there in her eyes, and fuck I guess I just landed myself in the fucking doghouse once more. Good job Whitlock.

I waited for her to gather herself as she continued to run her fingers through my hair, which, by the way, I wasn't expecting her to continue. Honestly I was expecting her to shove me off her lap. I couldn't meet her eyes again as we sat there in silence.

"Do you want to know why I wanted to talk to him?" her voice was so low that if I wasn't resting on her lap I was sure I'd have not heard that.

I nodded my head not willing to break her resolve to let it out. After the shock of losing Brea nearly 6 months ago, I'd learnt that she would tell me everything when she was ready. That plus Char nearly ripped my boys off me when I tried to force her to talk to me. Yeah that sister of mine was very protective of Bella; more than I think any of us realized.

"Yes I wanted answers so I could finally answer some of the questions that Felix and Chelsea had been asking, and some of the questions that we all had about why she was taken from us. But when it came down to it, I needed to see the person who took her life. Not for anything else but that. It haunted me to know that his face was one of the ones she last saw, that instead of the image of that beautiful girl she gave birth to she would remember his face in her last breaths. I needed to see the monster in the man, and what had brought that monster to be in the first place." Can I just say fucking wow? This woman was always so sweet and selfless but she had her own motives about seeing that piece of shit.

"It soon changed when I saw him. He was so strung out; you don't get that bad until you've been addicted for so long. I honestly felt sorry for him, until he opened his mouth. There was no remorse, no sorrow for what he had done in his eyes. As much as the damage he had received from the drugs and god know what else he was on, what I saw in his eyes was all him. He took some sick sadistic pleasure in what he had done to her, what he had done to us." She had stopped running her hand through my hair and I was slightly glad as she became more angry at the fuckwit her movements were more forceful and painful.

Now I don't mind a little pain but not when it's accompanied with that much aggression and anger. Slowly I put my hand the side of her face, letting her know I was still here and that he was now behind bars. She jumped at my touch; but I understood. I knew anger and pain, not just my own but that of the men I fought with and lost over in the war. As did Emmett, both of us held that pain from everyone we knew. No-one needed to know that shit at all. As she turned her head down towards me, I saw the tears that had started to form in her eyes.

"Why though? If it hurt so much to keep going why did you do it? I watched as you flinched from him, I saw you freeze as he decided to push you buttons. You could have stopped." I wasn't pissed, or feeling like a little kid not getting their way. I was honestly curious as to what had gotten her to commit to what she did even though she was in pain.

"It helped; it helped Detective Simmons get his link to what happened. When this goes to court, and it will I can tell you that. They needed that link between Brea and him. Riley is his brother, and his accomplice even if he did ultimately realize how bad things went and how fast he helped. Any good lawyer will try to pin this all on Riley, he's the one with motive, and he admitted that he was there, that he hit her. But Alec, well he hadn't said anything. You could tell by how Detective Simmons' was all smiles when he mentioned the meeting with Brea that he had what he wanted. And through all this I knew that those words would help set so many hearts at rest. It did mine. That's why my reaction was so different to what I'm guessing you expected. I could finally let her rest in my heart that she was at peace, that we had caught the one person who should and hopefully will one day feel that pain we all feel with the loss of our little sister."

The tears had started to fall within seconds of talking, but the sobs that I expected her to be torn with never came. She was one very unique woman this one. I know if it were anyone else that had been the one talking to that ass clown they'd have lost it and tried to kill the ass.

"I'm not amazing or unique Jazz. I'm just me nothing more and nothing less." Well shit if I wasn't shocked by her before I was now. What do you say to something like that? And let's face it she'd deny anything we told her otherwise.

We sat in relative quiet once more, listening to Junior's soft breathing through the monitor both just enjoying the quiet that we had found ourselves in. I couldn't understand some of the things she told me, then, and, what she had said during the little conversation with Alec in the holding cells down town. Slowly her hands drifted down my shoulders and towards my back the touch alone was as gentle as anything; even feathers weren't this fucking soft. I know that she wasn't paying attention to her movements as she started to softly hum some song that she had been thinking about. Whatever it was she was slowly causing me to fall asleep. While she was sitting there blissfully unaware of what she was doing to me thoughts of what we could be doing and facing started to twist and turn in my head.

Bella was sitting there in the witness box, waiting for the lawyers to start, she wouldn't meet any of our faces, but I knew she was doing her best. She had been holding onto everything for the last year now, with Brea's death, the break-in, and her little chat with the ass that we all know as Alec. She had kept everything in her little head that had happened that night when Brea died; no-one knew what she was told in that room. Junior was situated on my lap; silently watching his mother in the big chair.

"Miss Swan, thank you for coming today, we have a few questions about your patient and the role you play in these proceedings today. You understand that it is your words that will condemn this man or set him free?" the older man in the pin striped suit asked as he rose from his place beside his client. His hair was greased back trying and failing to cover the rather large balding patch at the crown of his head.

"Yes sir I do. It's not something I am likely to forget or take lightly now is it." Bella's cool facade was a thing of beauty, but all those who knew her could see the strain it was having on her demeanor. She was wearing a soft creme almost white top, with matching black jacket and skirt. Her look was that of professional and nothing was going to take that away from her.

"Miss Swan, could you please tell us what was discussed between yourself and a Miss Breanna Tanner on the night of her death." The curl of the lawyer's lips sent shivers down my spine; he was looking at her not as a witness but as his next meal ticket to the big papers.

"You need to be a little more specific. Brea and I talked about quite a few things during the time she was situated in that bed." I couldn't help but wonder why she was being so evasive to answer the simple question.

We all knew that she was told all the details that happened to Brea, she was the one who saw her after the doctors and nurses cleaned up all of Brea's injuries.

"Very well, after you entered the room, the detectives and you talked and you decided to take Miss Tanner as your client. Why did you decide to take Miss Tanner as your client; you write for a newspaper giving advice not as a clinical psychologist." My blood was boiling at his insinuations at her abilities. The woman had spent the past 6 years gaining the credentials to work in the field and he stood there in all his glory belittling her work?

"It was the only way I was able to be there in her time of need. She needed me and it was the only way I was allowed to help her." I watched as Bella started to shift in the chair, feeling uncomfortable I watched as she wiggled to find a better position.

"What did you and Miss Tanner talk about? More specifically what did she tell you about how she sustained her injuries?" I felt like a fucking fish caught out of water, he wanted details of what she went through, what did he expect her to do open up her head and plug her brain into a fucking TV or something? I couldn't help but see red at the ass's questions. I was so lost in my anger at him making Bella retell everything that had passed between them that I didn't even hear the words she said, but the audible gasp from Rose and Char sitting somewhere in the room.

"You speak of all this like you were there during the attack on Miss Tanner's life. How would you know all this if you weren't there Mr. Whitlock?" the creep was looking at me as if I was about to hand him his fucking case. Wait, why is he talking to me and not Bella? How the hell did I get in this chair and not sitting with the rest of our friends supporting Bella through this?

"Mr. Whitlock, you need to answer my question. How do you know what happened to Miss Tanner. Was it you and not Mr. Voltori here that had ended the life of the young woman in question?" I heard the cries and whimpers from Bella in the back of the room, her eyes were showing nothing but pain and anger directed towards me.

"Jasper, it's okay, it was only a nightmare." Bella's sweet voice was whispering in my ear as I felt her hands take hold of my face.

Fuck that felt so real and wrong. What the hell was I thinking?

"Cowboy, look at me. Everything's fine, no-one's here to take you away from me. I don't hate you. It was just a really messed up dream." I just stared into her eyes, and saw only compassion and love staring right back at me. What the hell was that trying to tell me? It was so messed up that I couldn't understand damned thing that was going on.

"Jasper you're scaring me, talk to me baby." Fuck not what I wanted to do to her right now.

"I'm, shit that was so wrong, I'm sorry if I scared you Bella." I stuttered out still trying to gain control over my breathing and everything else. I saw the smallest of smiles grace her face as I started to calm down from whatever the fuck that was about.

"If you want to tell me about it I promise not to psycho-analyze it or you." Bella tried to make a joke out of it, but honestly as I calmed down from whatever it was that was happening to me physically, I lost more and more of the memory of whatever happened in the dream. All I could remember after 10 minutes was that I definitely wasn't looking forward to the trial that was coming our way to put that ass behind bars for a very long god damned time.