A/N: I'd thought I'd go back in their past a little bit. I'm trying really hard to get to twenty five by Thursday, but over the weekend some stuff happened and I don't know if I can. But I'm going to try really hard.

Also if you have any ideas, or anything that you would like to see, just leave it in a review and I'll see what I can do.

It was their first Christmas together, they were staying in an abandoned apartment outside of Madison, Wisconsin. It wasn't the nicest place or in the nicest part of town; but cash was low. Neither of the two minded they had each other, nothing else matter to them. They were searching for the Cullens, but they knew they weren't anywhere close. So they stopped just outside of town and found a empty place to stay for the holidays. It was a white Christmas they both remembered, but the snow around where they were staying was more like grey slush.

The empty apartment had no lights, and all their candles had burned out long before Christmas. They didn't need the light or the heat; because Jasper saw the light in Alice's eyes, and Alice felt warm in Jasper's arms. They both had profusely told the other they didn't need any gifts, finally having the other was all that they needed. But Jasper couldn't help but feel that he needed to get Alice something. She was his angel, his hope. He walked the streets at night, peaking in store windows looking for a gift. He knew if he wanted to he could still anything for her, but she would never approve. He didn't want to upset her.

She as he combed the street the weeks before Christmas, he would pick up the spare change lying neglected on the streets. He would pocket the money and keep it stashed in the apartment. He knew that Alice had seen the money, and had seen him pick it up from the ground. She never mentioned it though, whenever he came home she would curl her lips into a smile as if nothing had happened.

Then it was Christmas Eve, and Jasper looked over his shoulder as he went to grab the money. He expected Alice's beautiful eyes to be staring at him, with disappointment; but she sat on the couch acting as if she was engrossed in a book. Jasper took the money and pocketed it, before kissing her forehead. He walked out into the snow streets, his feet leaving deep imprints in the snow. He went from store to store, looking at beautiful dresses made of different kinds of fabric. But each time, he would go to the registers he'd be short of money. Sometimes by a lot, or sometimes by just a few more cents. He had pondered each time that he walked from the shop's door empty handed, he could have killed that man. He could have stopped his heart in a matter of seconds, and just took the damn dress. But he couldn't, he had to be strong, do what was right. He couldn't stand to disappoint Alice.

So he rounded the corner to their apartment, empty handed and head down. He let out a frustrated sigh as he heard bells chime from his right. He turned his head and saw a man holding a big container of red flowers, walking out of the shop. Jasper's lips curled into a smile, and swung open the glass door; nearly breaking it. He caught it gracefully and smiled at the woman at the counter. He walked around the shop looking at each different flower, though he knew what he wanted already. He finally made it back to the front of the store, and looked at each different poinsettia. Some were big and bright red, other's were small and more of a deeper red like the tone of blood. He began looking at the prices, and grit his teeth together. He had exactly enough for the smallest poinsettia. He snatched it from the shelf and took it to the woman to ring it up. He grudgingly handed over the money, and cradled the flower in his arm.

Alice sat waiting for him, the book sat ignored on the cushion next to her. Jasper walked to her side, and handed her the flower.

"Merry Christmas." He said grabbing her hand, and kissing it.

"Thank you Jazz, it's perfect." She replied, resting her head on his shoulder.

Alice sat in the Cullen home, holding a new poinsettia and smiled up at Jasper.

"For sixty years, I have gotten one every year; and it's what I always look forward to." Alice said leaning back on the couch.

"Merry Christmas." Jasper said, kissing her hand.

"Thanks Jazz, It's perfect." She replied leaning on him.