A/N: Thanks for the reviews of last chapter! I got a ton of requests for POV on this chapter, everyone from Jasper to Carlisle to Alice, but I had already picked the person who got a voice. We haven't heard from him in a while, so I figured he needed a chance to speak. Next chapter will be Alice.

Emmett POV

Someone was poking me. I kept my eyes closed and pretended to be asleep. The only person I get out of bed early for is Rose, and she has way better ways of waking me up then poking.

"Emmett Dale, right now!" Dad was hissing in my ear. "Come on, get up."

Oh, come on! Whatever I had done wrong (and I've done a few things that he hasn't found out yet), couldn't it wait until tomorrow? "Later."

"Now. Get up, and be very quiet. I don't want you to wake up your brother and sisters."

Hmm, it just got interesting. I opened one eye and peeked at him. "Huh?"

"Get dressed, and go get in the car. We have somewhere to go."

"Just you and me?" I was pretty confused and a little worried. I've seen all of those mob movies, and when two guys drive off together only one of them comes back.

"No, your mother is already downstairs. Come on." He pulled my arm. "I'm trusting you to do this and let everyone else sleep."

Hopefully it's something cool, and not something weird and gross. "What are we doing?"

"I'll tell you in the car. Five minutes or we're leaving without you."

Ooooh, mysterious. I grabbed yesterday's jeans off the floor and a wrinkled T-shirt off the dresser. Shoes were by the door and I was ready. I crept down the stairs, being careful of the ones that squeaked, and eased the door open. Dad followed me out.

Once we were pulling out of the driveway, I couldn't stand it any more. "Ok, where are we going?"

Dad smiled. "We're going to pick up your brother. Jasper is ready to come home."

"YES!" I knew it! I knew that Jasper would come home when he got over being a dumbass. "YAY! YAY! YAY!" My bro was coming home. It was like having Christmas and my birthday and Halloween all at the same time.

Dad laughed. "Ok, Emmett, we can all hear you. No need to shout."

Oh, maybe that was why he didn't want to tell me inside. "Yeah, I think that this is the sort of situation that shouting was invented for."

"I agree. Whoooooo!" Mom threw her hands up and I swear I about died right there. God my parents are cool sometimes.

"Is this what you and Rose were keeping secrets about earlier? Cause that's mean. You should have told us all right away." I couldn't believe that they would hide it from us.

"No, that was something else. You don't need to worry about that."

Ok. I'm sure whatever it was was important, but how could it be more important then getting my brother back? "Does Rose know?"

"No. I left a note in case someone wakes up before we get back, but I didn't want everyone to show up and overwhelm him."

Made sense. You had to let Jasper come to you, and having everyone hugging and hanging on him would just make him more upset. "Why me, then? Rose is his favorite, and Alice is his girl."

Mom and Dad kind of looked at each other like they didn't know what to say. Mom finally tried. "Well, we didn't know what he might want to bring with him, and we need someone who can lift something heavy."

Yeah, I'm not that dumb. Jasper doesn't own anything that heavy, and especially not anything he would need for tonight. If Dad thought anything was going to need lifting, it was going to be Jasper himself. Were things really that bad?

If I had known it was Jasper, I would have made sure I brought his favorite blanket. It's really my blanket but it's the one he used when he was sleeping on my floor and I know it's the one he likes best. Sometimes he wraps up in it, but he mostly just cuddled with it, like a little kid with their blankie. I was surprised he didn't take it when he left, but maybe he thought that it was really mine and not his. I would have given it to him, but I guess I can see why he didn't ask. It's cool, though. I put it away for him and didn't wash it, so it would smell familiar.

"Emmett, honey, I want you to be nice to Jasper. He's having a hard time, and we want to be welcoming." Mom turned around so she could look me in the eyes. "Ok?"

When was Jasper ever not having a hard time? I don't mean that in a rude or sarcastic way, either. That guy seriously has the worst luck in the entire universe. "Of course I'll be welcoming. He's my brother and he's coming home. What's not to be welcoming about?"

"We just weren't sure if you were still a little angry about the way he left. It's alright to feel that way, but don't let him see it tonight. We just need to get him home tonight and we can worry about sorting out all of our feelings later on."

"I'm not mad at Jasper. I think him leaving was stupid, but we all do stupid stuff. I just want him back."

"That's why we're bringing you and not anyone else. You aren't going to scare him off before we can get him home."

Aw, it was nice to hear them say that. Everyone in the family is smarter then me. Rose has more drive, Edward has more talent. Alice has a way of wrapping you around her little finger without even trying. Dad's not only a doctor, but a surgeon. Mom gardens and decorates and makes cakes and does all of the other Mom stuff like a fucking boss. But what can I do? I guess I can keep my mouth shut and not say hurtful things to my new brother. Hey, it's something.

Of course, Jasper had fled Forks entirely, so we were in for a long ride. Mom and Dad didn't say much, but they kept giving each other funny looks. I think they wanted to say stuff but didn't want me to hear it. I played with my phone a little, but mostly I just worried. Was Jasper ok? Was he safe wherever he was living? Did he have enough to eat?

You know, the same shit we've been worrying about since he left.

Jasper must have given them instructions, because I know they didn't wake Rose up for them and they seemed to know where they were going. We weren't in the best area of town, even I could see that, but I didn't see any hookers or drug deals either, so we must not be in the worst.

"I think this is it." Mom pointed at a set of apartments. "Do you think we should call him?"

"Yeah, give him a minute to get himself together." Dad pulled out the phone and dialed. "Jasper? We're here. Which apartment, sweetheart?"

I strained my ears, but I couldn't hear his reply. Come on, Dude, come on. "Ok. Can we come up now?"

Dad gestured for us to get out of the car, so I guess Jasper said yes. My heart was pounding, which was weird. This was just Jasper, and he's nothing to be afraid of. But I was. Not of Jasper, really, but of what things might look like once we got up there.

"Third floor, number 3f. It's near the end of the hall." Dad was putting on his brave face, but I think he was a little scared, too. He says he unlocked it for us."

Since it was still the middle of the night (and I refuse to accept that morning can start any earlier then 7), all of the apartments were dark and quiet. There was a light in the hall, but it just made things look like a horror movie. I pulled my shoulders back and knocked on the right door. "Jasper?"

"Come in." He sounded scared, which made me feel a little better. We were all nervous, and no one knew what to say.

The door pushed open easily, revealing a small apartment. But that didn't matter. What mattered was the guy standing in the middle of the room, arms wrapped around himself and obviously not knowing what to do.

Lucky for him, Mom knew exactly what to do. She basically threw me and Dad to the side and ran to Jasper, pulling him close. He didn't really hug her back, because Jasper doesn't do that much, but he did cuddle up against her and put his head on her shoulder.

Because it felt kind of creepy to watch, I looked around his apartment instead. It was small, but everything was very clean and neat. For most people, that would be good, but not Jasper. The cleaner Jasper makes things, the more freaked out he is. It's like he has to make everything on the outside all perfect and nice, because his insides are so messed up. I don't know if he's trying to fool us or fool himself, but it definitely isn't working. When his stuff looks cleaner then Dad's operating room, it means that he's about to lose his shit.

That was when I saw the biggest rat ever sneak out from behind the couch. I hated to ruin the moment, but, fuck no, I don't do rats. I screamed at the top of my lungs and jumped sideways, pointing. "Rat!"

Jasper shook his head and went over to pick it up. "No. It's Denali."

Once he moved into a better lights, I saw two things right away. First, Jasper had a big bruise on his face. Like one that ran from the corner of his mouth almost all the way up to his eye. It looks like someone had smacked the shit out of him.

The second thing I noticed was that the rat was actually the ugliest cat I've ever seen. That thing looked like it fell through the ugly tree, landed in a toilet, got flushed, and then fought a pack of sewer mutants to get back out. Torn ears, gross eye, scars that I could see from here. Not to mention the shit eye it was giving all three of us.

"Oh, you found a cat." Dad looked a little horrified at the nasty little gremlin that was cradled in Jasper's arms.

"He's my cat. His name's Denali." Jasper repeated himself stubbornly.

"Jasper, son, Emmett is allergic to cats. Maybe it would be best if you left Denali here tonight, and we'll figure out what to do in the morning." Dad was doing his best to talk Jasper down.

Really? What the fuck, Dad! We were just about to get Jasper back, and you're going to dick that up over a stuffy nose? I reached out and grabbed the cat out of Jasper's arms, ignoring the insulted shriek it gave. Before anyone could stop me, I rubbed it all over my face. "There! Now I'm already going to have a reaction, so the cat comes with. He's Jasper's pet, and now he's our family pet."

The ungrateful beast clawed at my shoulder, so I shoved him back at Jasper. "Here you go, Bro."

Of course that nasty thing started purring the minute he took it back and cuddled it close. I really hope it doesn't think that going to be sleeping in our bedroom.

Dad knew when to give up. "Ok, get the carrier for the cat. Do you have a bag packed? Make sure you have your meds and some clothes. Remember, we can come back tomorrow for anything extra."

He pointed at the floor, where his duffle bag was waiting. "I don't have a kitty carrier, but I have a box. It's in the kitchen."

"Emmett, go get the box." Dad reached out and touched Jasper's face, wincing when he looked at the bruise. "What happened?"

I was already looking for the box, but he place is small and I could easily hear Jasper mumble. "I fell and hit the table."

"Did you lose consciousness?" He was moving into doctor mode.

"I don't know."

Let me translate Jasper speak for you. 'I don't know' really meant 'I was already unconscious because I was having a seizure'. I know it, Dad knows it, and Jasper knows it, too. I'm not sure why we have to use code.

"When was this?" I grabbed the nearest box and hurried back into where the action was.

"This morning." Dad dropped his hand down to Jasper's shoulder, and my brother didn't back away.

"Have you been dizzy or nauseous since? Any more passing out? I'm worried that you have a concussion."

"I don't know. I just woke up and Rose had called a bunch of times and you called and Esme called and then I called you. I didn't pass out after that." He tapped his fingers against his leg.

"Alright, alright. Are you ready to come home now?"

"Yeah." He brought the cat over so I could help stuff it in the box. It tired to scratch me again, but I slammed the flaps closed. "Jesus cat, it's not like I'm taking you to have your balls cut off again."

Since the box was now making some really ugly noises, I let Jasper hold it and grabbed the duffel bag. "Let's go." He had just confirmed that he wanted to come home, and I wasn't going to give him a chance to back out now. If you let Jasper think about this shit stuff too much, he would make-up some reason why he couldn't go through with this.

Dad hadn't said much so far, but he put an arm around Jasper's shoulders and led him down to the car. His lips moved, and Jasper nodded in reply, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. But he didn't push Dad away. In just 20 minutes, he was being more affectionate and relaxed then he had been the entire time we had him before.

I know that Mom wants to sit with him in the backseat, but it's really hard for her to sit anywhere but the front. So instead of Jasper, she got to hold the cat, who I had already secretly named 'Sewagebeast'. He knew that something was up, and started to snarl and shake the box. When that didn't work, he went silent, which probably means he's plotting his escape.

You know what? I'm starting to think that Sewagebeast is the perfect animal for Jasper. They share a soul or some shit.

There are three places to sit in the back of Dad's car. Both of the sides have regular seat belts, and the middle seat has just a lap belt. No one ever wants to sit in the middle seat, because it's uncomfortable and small. Plus, Mom and Dad can both look back and see what you're doing.

But Jasper wanted to sit there tonight. I'm so big we ended up with our shoulders pushed together, but that was ok, too. I held out my fist for him to bump, but he didn't do it very hard. It was more of a tiny tap, and he kept his hand resting against mine, the knuckles fitting into each other neatly.

Poor guy's ready to fucking drop. Everyone thinks he's hard to read, but not for me. Jasper's my bro. We get each other. I leaned my head against his. This way I could talk to him without Mom and Dad hearing us. "I missed you."

He nodded against me. "I missed you, too. I missed everyone, but I didn't know if I could come back or call."

"Always. But now we're going home and you're not leaving again, right?" I had to be sure.

"Yeah. We're going home." He nodded again.

It was kind of a beautiful moment. It was also the moment that my nose finally clogged of from Sewagebeast's stupid dander and I started sneezing. "Sorry. Dad? Do you have any Benadryl?"

"We have to get gas soon, so I'll get some at the station. Jasper, are you hungry or thirsty?"

Jasper gave me a panicky look, like I was supposed to tell him what was going on in his body. It's not a trick question, Bro. But I spoke up anyway, because that's what brothers do. "I am!"

"You always are. I would take everyone to a diner, but Emmett's face is swelling up. I can go through a drive-thru, though."

"Um, I'm not hungry. But I would like a drink?" It came out sounding like a question.

"Ok, we'll get you one. When was the last time you had something to eat, Sweetie?" Mom didn't turn around and make eye contact, because that kind of freaks Jasper out sometimes.

"Uh, I had…breakfast."

"Breakfast yesterday?" She kept her voice nice and calm, but I knew that she was worried.

"Yeah. No, wait, I didn't have breakfast. It was dinner." He tapped on his fingers, trying to figure it out. "Yeah. I had a sandwich."

Mom didn't make a big deal out of it. Jasper never wanted to each much after a seizure, and there was no point in getting him upset. "I'll let you pick what we have for breakfast tomorrow, then."

"French Toast and bacon?" He sounded hopeful, but nervous, like he was afraid he was asking for too much.

"French Toast and bacon it is. But I want you to get as much sleep as you need, alright? If you don't get up until noon, I'll still make you breakfast."

"Ok." He smiled shyly at her. I don't get it, since I'm not a chick, but all of the girls, including mine, just swoon when he does that little grin. I think Jasper might secretly be some sort of ninja with that look.

Dad pulled into a gas station. "Jasper, do you want a Coke?"

"Yes, sir."

So we were back to that. Jasper had called Dad when he needed him the most, and now he was panicking and trying to distance himself by being overly polite. "Me too, Dad." I emphasized the word just a little, trying to give Jasper a cue.

Because my Dad is his Dad now. He had his chance to leave and stay gone, and he chose to come back. Dad doesn't do being just friends with us, so that leaves Jasper as his kid, even if that's not what the law says. Kids don't call their parents 'sir'. At least he could call him 'Carlisle', like he used to.

"Carlisle." He said it so softly that Dad couldn't have heard it. Shit, I barely heard it. But at least he remembered how to say the word. He raised his voice a little. "I'm sorry Denali made you sick."

For a second I couldn't remember who Denali was. Oh, Sewagebeast. "It's ok. I probably didn't need to actually rub him on my face like that." God I was itchy. I had welts on my arms where I had grabbed the cat, and I couldn't breathe through my nose. "Look, we'll work it out so you can keep him."

Dad came back with drinks for all of us and some Benadryl for me. I took it quickly, hoping that it would work fast. There was still a chance that I could hook up with Rose tonight, and there is nothing less sexy then an allergic reaction. Except maybe dead possums.

Even though Jasper wouldn't speak up and tell Dad that he was thirsty, I noticed that he gulped his drink down in just a few minutes. He had already told Dad that he wasn't eating, but it didn't look like he was really drinking enough either. I passed my pop over and he drained that, too.

If I had done that I would have either puked or been able to produce the most epic burp ever, but Jasper just laid his head back on the seat and closed his eyes. I guess if he can drink and he can sleep, he'll be ok.

I put my arm around him, so he could put his head on my shoulder and maybe be a little more comfortable. We still had a way to drive, and sleeping like that was only going to make him carsick.

I kind of thought he might push me away for that, but he just cuddled closer and sighed a little. Not long ago he would have shoved me away and refused to be touched. See, Dude, it's not so bad.

Jasper's a terrible sleeper. He does this weird rocking thing to put himself to sleep. It's noisy, and at first I thought he was, you know, getting busy with himself right next to my bed, but he wasn't. He just can't lay still and fall asleep. A lot of our foster kids did it, especially the ones who were neglected. They had nobody to love them and hold them and rock them, so they start rocking themselves. It's sad, but he doesn't want anyone else to touch him, so it's kind of hard to do anything about it. I thought that it would stop once he settled in, but it didn't. I just learned to ignore it until he fell asleep.

Even now, he was rocking his head back and forth against my shoulder. I patted his side, but he didn't really react. It's like he's not asleep, but he's not awake, either.

Dad was watching us in the rearview mirror, but he didn't say anything.

Finally Jasper settled and slept. I put my head on top of his and closed my eyes. It was too fucking early for all of this.

"Emmett? Come on." Dad was shaking my shoulder, but that wasn't possible. I had only closed my eyes for a few seconds.

But we were home. Jasper was passed out against me, his breathing heavy. I shook him, just like Dad was shaking me. "Jasper, move 'em up move 'em out."

I always said that to him in the mornings, and it got him moving. "You want to sleep in my room tonight?"

He nodded and rubbed at his eyes. "Yeah."

"Come on, then. Just stay really quiet or the girls will be all over you. We need to be fully rested to deal with our girls, right?"

The corners of his mouth lifted up a tiny bit. "Right."

Mom grabbed the now-silent box. "Your kitty can spend the night in Carlisle and my bathroom tonight, so he doesn't make Emmett worse."

He nodded. "Ok. Thank you." His voice was fuzzy, like he was still half-asleep.

I gave Mom and Dad a quick wave goodnight and led Jasper upstairs. He was falling back asleep on his feet, and I would prefer that he make it further then right inside our front door before he crashed.

The mattress wasn't blown up (by the way, that's totally not my fault. Dad's the one who said to quit blowing it up because it made him and Mom too sad to see it. I knew that Jasper would be back, and that his mattress needed to be ready. Ha, who was right after all?), so I pointed at my bed. "Just sleep there tonight. I'll take the inflatable."

"You sure?" The words were eaten up by a huge yawn.

"Yeah, it's cool." I pulled out the mattress and pump while he collapsed on my bed. By the time it was blown up he was dead to the world. Poor guy.

I grabbed an extra pillow from under his arm and threw his blanket on top of him. Just like I thought he would, he pulled it over his head and slept again. "Night, Bro."

The air mattress sucks, and I could already tell it was leaking, but who cares? I had my little brother back, and nothing else mattered.