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A/N: Okay, I've been neglecting this thing for a while....sorry about that if anyone's still reading it anyway....hopefully not everyone's given up on it yet....I almost did for awhile...the only reason I continued with it is b/c of my few readers on here and the fact that my 2 best friends wouldn't let me. -shrugs- hopefully it ends up worth their effort. But anyway, this isn't even the entire chapter that I originally wanted 2 post, I've written the 2nd half of it ummm -counts- 7 times now, and scrapped it everytime (hence y I almost gave up, that and the fact that I have an idea for my own story, and I was running with it until I ran into the theoretical wall known as writer's block...again...I'm not gonna give up on either yet tho...), I'm working on it again tho, and I kinda like what I have so far..., so maybe it'll get posted soon....anyhoo plz review so I know if I should keep going or change anything....thanks!

{BPOV}

I looked back over at the speedometer for the third time in the past hour. It was hovering around 110 m.p.h. again. Speed...yah, fun. Not. It wasn't my forte to say the least. Jasper looked my way, sensing my discomfort. He seemed confused at first, but then noticed my intent gaze on the dial.

"Sorry," he chuckled as the dial slowly inched its way back towards the other side, stopping somewhere around 80 m.p.h. I relaxed visibly, and actually let out a breath that I hadn't even realized I'd been holding. It was closer to a sane speed at least.

"So why the hurry? Where're you headed anyway?" I asked. One corner of his mouth lifted in a sort of half smile.

"You'll see," was the only reply I received.

"The secrecy?"

"A surprise." he looked my way a true smile on his face now. It actually reached his eyes, making their golden depths sparkle and turn liquid. His gaze was boiling, his eyes threatening to brim over.

"I'd prefer—prefer that you watched—watched the road Jazz." I breathed in a husky voice, barely managing to speak. I cleared my throat, but it did little to ease the sudden lump that had lodged itself there. He chuckled and turned back to the road.

"So nervous."

"Well...yes..." I fumbled, searching for a halfway believable answer. " I tend to prefer all attachments in their proper places and working order." I swallowed, but the lump was determined to stay. " I also tend to prefer cars in the same condition..." I trailed off as he took another curve in the sinuous path we were on. We'd reached the mountains in record time, if at all. At some point, the road would end, but that would be only God knew when.

"Don't worry, the trailhead's not that far off..."

"Hiking. Great." I cocked an eyebrow. "Not that far off as in we're gonna be slowing down soon, or as in it's actually a ways away yet, but we'll be there shortly?"

He actually laughed outright at that, then answered me by slowing down considerably. "The first. You don't have to worry about the hiking though—we're running."

I groaned, and he looked over at me as he pulled the car to a halt. "You—have a problem with running?"

"Don't ask really. I'll live." I said as I innately pushed away the memories...good and bad.

"Mhm...we would walk, but we don't have the time...here," he said, holding out his phone. "Call Charlie. Let him know your okay. That you haven't run off. Don't lie though..." he laughed, "Tell him you had to make a run for something. You can sorta fudge partial truths..." he chuckled.

I gave him a dark look, but dialed the number.

"Hello?" Charlie answered after a couple of rings.

"Hey Dad!"

"...Bells? Are you okay? Where are you? Wait, whose phone do you have?" He continued to ramble on and on.

"Char-Dad!" I chuckled as I cut him off," Really, I'm fine. I had to make a run for something; I'm using Jasper's phone..." I cringed.

"But..."

"Really, Dad, I'll be okay." That at least might be true.

"Bel-"

"I'm okay," I reiterated, "I'll be home later." I glanced at the clock, then at Jasper, knowing my dad all too well.
"Nine, maybe ten." He stated, even as Charlie asked his next question.

"Yeah—when will you be home?" By the tone of his voice, I could picture him running his fingers through hi previously tousled hair.

"I'll be back around nine, maybe ten o'clock. Don't worry Dad. I'm safe," I looked at Jasper, seeing new emotions register on his face and in his eyes, "Really. Bye Dad, I love you."

"Bye Bells, I love you too hon."

I closed the phone and handed it back to Jasper. He looked as though he had his emotions under control now. Or, at least, according to his facial expression he did. His eyes told a different story, but I couldn't read them.

"come on," he swallowed and cleared his throat, "We'd better get moving..." he said, his voice sounding strained. He looked at me for a minute, then turned to open his door and step out. He shut it silently, then walked around front to let me out, or so I thought. Instead, he stuck hi head inside, and looked me straight in the eye. His eyes were a pure, sparkling topaz, and harbored an emotion that I recognized, but couldn't quite place. I looked away from the intensity of his smoldering gaze. Seeing him look at me like that, and so close...it made me think, hadn't I seen blue specks in his eyes earlier? I shook my head, then looked back at him. Even if they had been there before, they weren't there now, not completely. I smiled, and so did he; he held out a hand to help me out.

"Ready?"

"Not really, but let's go." I replied, suppressing the memories once more. He offered me a half smirk, then picked me up, cradling me against his chest. His hold around my knees and shoulders felt more intimate that it should have. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, waiting, the scent of his skin helping to force away the memories.

"It'll be okay Bell," he pressed his forehead against the top of my head. "I won't hurt you..." he laughed, "Or run into anything for that matter."

"I know Jazz, let's go."

He took off at that, and we were flying through the trees.

A/N: 'Kay, there's that, and right now, it's looking like the next part might offer a little more insight to Jasper's thoughts, maybe....if what I have right now stays anyway...-shrugs- who knows....I don't even really know how the next upd8 will go, I only know how it won't.....okay there was supposed to be logic in that even tho it doesn't sound like it....anyway, plz review, and throw out ideas even if u think I won't like them....I'd take just about anything right now, flame...idea...or good review lol....any feedback would be nice, at least I know what ppl say here they aren't saying just b/c they're my friends and don't want to hurt me -laughs and points to little lavender box- (I promise I haven't gone clinically insane yet ppl, it just looks like it...)