We were about an hour from landing for a refuel before we crossed the ocean when Jasper came over and plopped down in one of the seats across from me and Iz. She was lying with her head in my lap, eyes closed listening to my iPod, since I haven't gotten one for her yet, and I was playing with her hair reading a book. Glancing up from the page I was on, I cocked a brow at him, not saying anything. I had a feeling I knew what this was about but I wasn't about to start this conversation. There was not a thing I said that I had any intention of taking back.

He looked at my girl a moment before looking at me, "You were right."

I snorted lightly and tisked, "I know. But for arguments sake, what was I right about this time?"

He scratched his eyebrow and sighed, "All of it. While I am not totally convinced you would kick my ass in any kind of fight, I also cannot say it wouldn't happen anymore. I don't know what changed, or when it did but…"

I closed my book and tossed it on the table next to Iz's feet, "Your problem is you have forgotten who you are. It's as simple as that. When you took up with the pixy bitch, you gave up far more than you gained. Jesus Jasper, you gave up your fucking name, the one thing you had that no one could take from you, you gave it up without a second thought and for what; a roof over your head, pussy, what? What the hell was so fantastic about that place that you gave up everything for it?"

He seemed to balk at that, "I did not."

I cocked a brow and gave him an once over, "Nice fucking khakis. The sweater vest is nice too." He went to open his mouth but thought better of it making me chuckle, "Thought so. Look, you're my brother and you will always be, but Jazz, come on, be honest with yourself, you sold out."

He ran his hands over his face before running a hand through his hair, "I really fucking hate it when you open your mouth."

I grinned at that, "No, you just hate being called on your shit, and I have no problems doing so. You're like Simba from that movie. You can take a vacation from your reality, but you will always be who you are meant to be. You Sir; are not meant to be dossal, complacent or kind to others. You are meant to be an asshole that goes to great pains, to paint this world red. You are meant to be a monster; our whole race is meant to be monsters. Those little bitches that you have been playing house with, proved that no matter what you act like on the outside, we are all monsters on the inside."

I felt a tap to the leg and glanced down into bright red eyes looked up at me, innocent and curious, "So, you don't think people can change?"

I nodded, "People most certainly can, Sugar. But, we're not people." Looking back up at Jasper and raising a brow, "are we?"

Jasper looked at me hard when I asked that. It was one of the very first things he ever said to me after I woke up to the life. I wanted to see just how much of his teachings he was ready to defend, and just how much of him was gone, lost to the blood of animals. After a moment he leaned back in his seat and shook his head, "I don't know. That was a different life, a different time when I said that."

"Bullshit. It was as true as the freshly fallen snow, until you were corrupted and molded into the shadow of a man you are now. Humans can change, humanity can forget who they are and where they came from, we can't. Give yourself a good look there Jazz, right down to blackness of your unbeating heart and tell me that you don't miss it, that you don't yearn for it; that everything you gave up for them isn't just below the surface waiting for you to see that you cannot live without it. We are who we are; there is no changing, forgetting, losing. There is only facing what we have done and owning who we are because at the end of the day, that is all we have. So you are faced with a choice my old friend, are you Jasper Hale or are you Jasper Whitlock? You can't be both, so are you going to ignore everything you have done and everything you have become on your own and continue to be someone you're not, or are you going to be who you have always been and be able to look yourself in the goddamn mirror?" He looked away from me and my jaw dropped, "You can't even look at yourself anymore, can you?"

He stayed silent and I dropped hard back against my seat, "sweet Jesus. What the fuck happened to you, Man? I mean, really, what the fuck? I can kinda sorta understand the conformity since ya'll were all kinds of close to humans, but… you're gonna have to help me out here cuz, this, this I don't understand."

He just shook his head, "It was never supposed to get that far. It was different; it was a distraction from the mundane but somewhere along the way it became different than that, and snowballed into this." He waved a hand over his preppy attire. After a moment there was a sneer both on his face and in his voice, "Somehow Jasper Whitlock died and in his place, Jasper Hale was born."

Iz sat up and went to the back of the plane for a minute. When she came back she tossed a wad of clothes at him, "So, kill Jasper Hale."

He smiled at her, "it isn't that easy Darlin'."

She looked him dead in the eye and cocked a brow, "why not?"

He looked at me and met the same challenging look she was giving him. After a moment he looked back at her, the spark in his eyes that I haven't seen in over 60 years and the smirk that could make anyone piss themselves tugging at his lips, "why not indeed."

He stood up and I grabbed Iz's arm and yanked her into my lap while reaching for my book. As he was walking away, because I like to add gas to the fire, "Welcome back Major, been far too long."

Jasper returned a few minute later looking better than I have seen him in a long time. I was about two inches taller than him so my clothes that Izzy put him in were nearly the perfect size. A little baggy because he is a wiry little fucker but not bad, all things in a pinch considered. However, there was one thing missing that was driving me fucking nuts.

Sliding Izzy from my lap into the seat next to us, I got up and went to one of the overhead storage compartments and grabbed a box that had been in there the entire ten years I have owned the plane, and handed it over to him with a smirk, "burn those, then put these on."

He cocked a brow but took the offering, snorting a little when he pulled the lid off, before pulling out the only pair of boots that were saved from the last time Alice got her panties in a twist over his past. I told her they were mine and if she touched them I would rip her fucking hands off. Took em with me when I left, but since my feet are too big to actually wear them, I just left them on here. Wasn't in time to save the hat, but I have plenty if he wants one.

After I sat back down, Iz snuggled up to my side and cocked her head a little, "So, you knew me as a human?" Jasper nodded and she pursed her lips, "what was I like?"

Jasper shrugged, "got me Darlin'. I haven't seen you in over five years. I will say this though; you ain't nothing like I remember. The Isabella that I knew once upon a time, was a mousy, silent little thing that went out of her way to be nice and kind and other shit to that effect to everyone she knew. Last time I saw you, you were attending a birthday party to celebrate you turning 18, which you didn't want to have, with a smile on your face to make others happy. You were opening presents when you got a paper cut, and that was the last time I ever saw you human. I was removed from the area while the scent of your blood was being removed from the house. But the time I got back, you were gone.

"The next day, Edward came home after taking you home, and demanded that we leave, using my actions as backup for his theory that we were not safe to be around. It was a little hard to contest that argument when there were still issues with the lingering scent of blood in the house. While he was playing the part of student, the rest of us were packing up and getting things ready to go across the country, where there was no way that you would ever find us would you have been inclined to look."

She was just looking at him, her face blank of all emotion and thoughts, just looking at him. When he finished the short overview of their history, she nodded but didn't say anything for a few minutes. When she did, her voice was far away and airy, "hmm, well, that solves that mystery then." She didn't elaborate or continue to try and engage him in a conversation, just twisted a little in her seat, took the book out of my hands, that I was actually reading, and started it from the beginning and ignoring both of us completely.

I looked down at her and just stared. When she still didn't pay me any mind, I snorted a little, "Well alright then, be that way." She didn't say anything but I could see the small smile pulling at her lips; little brat.

Over the speaker of the plane the pilot came on, "We will be landing in ten minutes for refueling. I have been informed that the young lad that was supposed to be there to do so was detained so there will be a human quite close to the plane. I suggest preparing the young lady for the scent."

Oh perfect. I looked at Jasper and shook my head and he shrugged, "Fed and drunk?"

That wasn't a bad idea so I nodded, "Fed and drunk."

In the ten minutes before we touched down, Jasper and I poured five bags of blood and an entire bottle of rum down the girl's throat. When the wheels hit the tarmac, all Izzy wanted to do was dance around the plane to the music she demanding I turn on, so she 'didn't look stupid' by dancing to the beat in her head. That worked out just fine with me since that would drown out the sound of the heartbeat that was going to be close enough to be heard.

Jasper closed the shutters to the windows on that side so she couldn't see him, and I leaned against the air vent to cover the scent of human blood with mine. Was it a perfect plan? Not by a long shot, but it was the best we could do try and keep her from drawing any unwanted attention.

It took an hour to finish getting the plane ready for a flight overseas and during that time, Jasper kept tabs on her emotions, and whenever her buzz started to wear off, I handed her a drink. He could have clamped down on her thirst, but if we went that route by the time we landed we would be out of blood on board, and a starving baby upon landing. Keeping her drunk was a better idea.

We got back in the air with no mishaps, and the rest of the flight was actually quite uneventful for having a plastered ass newborn on board. Thankfully, she listens to me very well. If she was still on the fence with me, this would have sucked.