Kelci, Kristin and Robin don't own Twilight. Duh.

Kristin and Robin: Okay guys, This Chaser is different. This here is some background on Jasper with Kelci's Pov... Yes Kelci is a REAL PERSON Therefore Robin and I DON'T OWN HER! She owns us lol.

And big ups to Amber who Beta'd this like the fuckawesome mama she is :D Love you hardcore!

A/N: Yeah, the beta of OMS has her own chapter! Happy dance time! Hahaha yeah, ever since the girls added 'Kelci' into the story I wanted to write a little blurb with Kelci and Jasper. I had a lot of fun writing this chaser and hope you guys enjoy it as well!

May the peen be with you!

My Brother From Another Mother

When I first got the job at Rainy Coast Music, I hadn't really expected to make many friends. Pretty much everyone who worked there looked to be at least in their twenties, and I just felt since I was only eighteen I wouldn't really fit in. It happened when I worked at Toys R Us so I just expected it to happen here.

But, despite my age, Mark (who was the manager) treated me like a friend; he joked around with me, brought me into some of the conversations, and introduced me to my fellow coworkers so it wouldn't be awkward when he left.

When Mark introduced me to Jasper Whitlock, I knew right away we would be good friends. There was just something about him that drew me to him. Yes, he was fucking gorgeous, and at first I was actually a little intimidated by his beauty, but there was something more, something deeper.

I got to know him during my first shift. He was showing me what to do and training me on how to use the cash register. It was a slow night, so after I had everything down we just sat up at the counter and talked.

He told me he had a step sister named Rosalie and that he lived with her and their cousin Bella. When I learned they were from Texas I was a little confused, "You don't have an accent though," I said slowly.

"I'd draw more attention to myself if I had it," Jasper replied, slipping into his Texan drawl. I had always been a fan of accents, so when he said that I actually squealed. He started laughing and hopped off the counter as a group of teenage girls came in. I jumped off too and went behind the counter. We had to at least look like we were working.

I rolled my eyes as the girls walked past us. One of them had an AC/DC hoodie on and couldn't have been older than thirteen. "You know what really pisses me off?" I said after the girls left the store.

"What?" Jasper hopped back up on the counter. I stayed behind it and looked up at him.

"When kids wear AC/DC stuff and claim to be fans when they only know Highway to Hell, T.N.T, and Thunderstruck," I complained, "it's so stupid. The radio only plays those songs so they only know those songs."

"Fuck, I know what you mean." Jasper groaned, "You get a lot of those kids in here."

"Just so you know I can't be held responsible if I end up punching one of them," I grinned, "they ask for it."

As the weeks went by, Jasper and I became closer. We had a lot of shifts together and spent most of them talking and goofing around. Mark didn't seem to mind as long as we had got our work done, which we always did.

As the Christmas season drew nearer, business at the store really picked up and it got pretty busy. Which really sucked…Jasper and I were always doing different things and we didn't have time to talk anymore.

Jasper also seemed to get all moody as Christmas drew closer. It was really pissing me off too; I would try to joke around with him when we did have the time and he would just give me a weak smile and have some lame-ass response.

"Are you okay?" I asked him one day, I was starting to get fed up with not having my Jasper around. I wanted him back.

"I'm fine," he replied, pulling on his jacket. His shift was ending and I started in like five minutes, "I just have a lot on my mind right now."

"Alright," I relented, biting my lip. "Just remember if you need to talk, I'm always here, okay?"

"Yeah," Jasper grinned and slapped my on the back. That hurt, you ass. "Thanks, Kelci."

"No problem," I grabbed my lanyard and put it around my neck, "go buy yourself a hat or something to cheer you up."

That made him laugh, he shook his head and walked out of the store. I sighed and watched him until he was lost in the crowd of holiday shoppers before I went to clock in.

Jasper's mood didn't improve any by the next shift we had together. It was probably one of the busiest days I'd ever had at Rainy Coast Music and I was in a grumpy mood when we finally closed. The store was a mess and it was Tyler, Jasper and I who had to clean it up. Tyler was off in the back, grabbing CD's to restock and I was going through the isles, grabbing things that didn't belong where they were.

I looked over the rack and saw Jasper leaning against the counter, his head down. I felt my inner-bitch take over and I marched towards him, I was sick of this pity party he'd been in for the past couple of weeks, "Jasper, what the hell is wrong with you?" I demanded.

He looked up and I noticed he was holding a worn picture of him with a little girl. I grabbed the picture before he could hide it and took a good look at it. The little girl was adorable. She was hugging Jasper and had a big, toothy grin. She had Jasper's smile. "Who is this?"

Jasper snatched the picture out of my hand, "No one," he said quickly.

"Really," I scoffed, not believing him for a second. "So you just carry a random picture of a little girl around with you? What are you, a pedo?"

"I'm not a pedo!" Jasper exclaimed.

"Then who's the girl?"

"What if I don't want to tell you?"

"Listen," I said, feeling my patience snap, "you've been PMS-ing for the past couple weeks now, always in a bad mood. I understand that you have a life outside of work, and there is some shit going down that's making you depressed. I get that, we all have those days. But I'm doing your clean up on top of my own just so you can look at some picture of a girl, who looks a lot like you. Either tell me who she is, or put the picture away and get to work. I want to get home sometime before midnight."

I glared at Jasper. He exhaled, looking as if he was trying to decide whether or not he should tell me. "She's my daughter," he finally said.

"What?" I definitely wasn't expecting that.

"She's my daughter," he repeated slowly.

"I didn't know you had a daughter," I bit my lip, suddenly feeling very stupid.

"Yeah, well I do."

"And she's the reason you've been depressed," I guessed.

"Her mother is," Jasper corrected, looking at the picture again.

"Uh oh," I jumped up and sat on the counter, patting the space beside me, "This sounds big; tell Dr. Kelci all about it."

"What about clean up?" Jasper asked. He didn't sit on the counter like I wanted him to instead he just leaned against it.

"Tyler can do it," I shrugged, "what's up?"

Jasper stared at the picture for a while before speaking, "I was supposed to get Jordan for Christmas this year. She was going to spend the holidays at my house, I had everything ready. I told her we'd go ice skating and that I'd teach her how to play the guitar. She was really excited."

I waited for Jasper to continue. He was looking at the picture while he spoke and now he was just staring at it. I realized that he was trying to hold back tears. I instantly felt like a bitch for demanding he tell me who the girl was. "What happened?" I asked softly, "isn't she coming anymore?"

Jasper shook his head, "Maria decided not to let Jordan come."

"What?" I gasped, "But, you're her father. How can she not let you see your own daughter?"

"I've been pretty much giving Maria money every month, sometimes twice a month. Then, a couple of weeks ago, she called asking me for more and I didn't have it. I spent most of the extra cash I had on Christmas gifts for Jordy. When I told her I couldn't give her the amount she wanted she told me I could forget about getting Jordy this Christmas."

"What?!" I yelled, "How can she do that?!"

"She just does." Jasper shrugged, "I was supposed to get her today."

I felt tears prick my eyes as I stared at Jasper, his eyes bright as well. "That bitch!" I snarled, then froze, "You don't mind if call her that, do you?"

"No."

"That fucking bitch!" I wiped away the tears that were threatening to fall. "So just because you couldn't get her money, she won't let you see your own daughter? How unfair is that?"

"She's done it before," Jasper muttered.

"What?" I stared at Jasper, hating this Maria bitch more and more.

"Maria has managed to get money out of me by bringing Jordan into it," Jasper threw the photo onto the counter and cleared his throat, "And other things."

"Other things…?" He stared at me and I let my mouth hang open in an 'o' when I got what he meant. "That's fucked up."

"Yeah," Jasper breathed.

"Please tell me she at least uses the money on your daughter," I said. Jasper stayed silent. That fucking bitch, "You mean you give her a shit ton of money, and she doesn't even spend it on her own fucking daughter?"

Jasper threw his hands up and I jumped, "Damn it Kelci, I have no fucking idea what she does with the money!"

"I'm sorry, it's just," I hesitated, biting my lip, "I may be out of line saying this, but, have you thought of how this might be affecting Jordan? I mean, you basically said she's using her to get money and sex from you."

Jasper rubbed his face and nodded, "I don't have many options, Kelci. I mean I barely make enough here to fucking pay Maria. And I hate that Jordy's a pawn in her games but I honestly don't know what to do any more."

"Why not take it to court?" I suggested, "Fight for custody."

Jasper scoffed, "Like I'd ever be granted custody."

"She's your daughter, Jasper. Fight for her, damn it."

Jasper shook his head but said nothing. I could see the tears in his eyes and knew he was close to breaking down. I couldn't stop my arms from wrapping around his neck and pulling him into a hug. Tyler chose that moment to come out from the store room with a box of CD's. I pulled away from Jasper to see Tyler roll his eyes, "Sorry to interrupt your little gay moment, but we have work to do."

"It wasn't a gay moment," I argued, getting off the counter. Jasper rolled his eyes, wiping his eyes on his sleeve as he put the picture of him and Jordan in his pocket and began helping with clean up.

"Thanks, Kelci."

***

Jasper and I became a lot closer after he told me what was bugging him. After the New Year, he seemed to be in a better mood and we were back to goofing off when we had time to. I loved it at the store after Christmas, the mall was dead so there was pretty much nothing to do but hang out during my shifts.

I yawned loudly, resting my head on the counter as I waited for five-o-clock to hurry the hell up. I hated working Sunday's, you work from open to close and it's always either super busy and hectic, or super slow and boring.

It was so slow today; even the rush we usually get at two was just a handful of people.

Jasper and I had finished everything that needed to be done and it wasn't even noon yet. When Tyler came in late, Mark sent him home since two people at the store were more then enough.

"I'm so bored," I complained, banging my head on the counter.

"Awe, poor baby," Jasper said, sticking his lower lip out in a mock pout.

"Fuck you, Jazz," I glared at him, flipping him off.

Katy Perry's Hot N Cold finished playing over the store's speakers and the next song started to play. My head shot up as I recognized the opening cords almost immediately, "Oh, fuck no," Jasper groaned.

I got up and started dancing around to Avenged Sevenfold's Chapter Four behind the counter, "Kelci, don't even start," Jasper threatened.

I grinned at him, knowing how much he hated Avenged Sevenfold. I began to sing along with the lyrics, purposely singing it off-key just to irritate Jasper even more.

"Give me your hand,

Blood is spilt and men will follow.

Infernal man,

Punishment too great to bear,"

Jasper was glaring at me as I sang, "You're doing that on purpose."

"Raise your head, and taste the courage.

Fall from grace, unholy night,"

"Kelci, I'm fucking warning you."

"I've come here to kill you,

Won't leave until you've died,"

"Stop with the fucking emo!" Jasper yelled.

I kept on singing and gave him the finger, my voice cracking at parts, "Fuck this. I'm going for a smoke," Jasper went into the back room to grab his cigarettes and stomped out of the store.

"Smoking is bad for you, you know!" I yelled after him, still moving to the beat.

Jasper raised his right hand above his head and gave me the middle finger and kept on walking.