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"I won't leave her, Seth. Not for a minute."

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Four Days ~ Leah:

Jasper was surprised we were leaving so quickly - he seemed more upset by the fact that Evan was leaving than anyone else. Except Seth, who was glad to have a human friend to hang out with all the time. He called us up to the Cullen mansion on the Friday night, made us sit down in the living room, show us all our plans so he could make sure we would be alright.

"You know, Jasper…" there was a short pause as Evan went to speak, but Jasper gave him a look which would have silenced any normal human, "You don't have to do this, mate, we've got everyth-"

"I want to." He smiled at me, and for a second, I was slightly unnerved. "I don't want you guys hurt."

"Thanks, man." I smiled at him and laced my fingers with Evan's. He looked over at me and smiled, his green eyes glittering in the half-light. "We don't know what we'd do without friends like you."

Evan shrugged in agreement and Jasper grinned.

"Probably throw a kickass party?" Emmett burst through the door with a huge grin and threw himself down on the sofa beside me. "When's the big send-off?"

"Oh… we leave next Tuesday…" Evan had never been the most… comfortable around Emmett - my man was quiet, sensible, but fun. Emmett was a loudspeaker attached to a megaphone attached to… well… something voicing a sonic boom. He blushed and smiled, his fingers locking in his lap.

"Well… we'll have to have a party before then-"

"What?" Both of us spoke in unison. I blinked a couple of times at Emmett and Jasper smirked.

"You've just freaked the hell out of them both, Emmett." He laughed, his voice strained-but-balanced. Evan looked over at Jasper and smiled at him.

They had really become good friends in the time Evan had been here - they liked to talk about England - where Jasper had been before he met Alice, how it had changed, how it was good to get out of your comfort zone sometimes.

I took a breath and looked over at Evan. He smiled at me and touched my hand, his fingers were cool, but familiar, welcoming. Emmett grinned and rolled his eyes.

Three Days ~ Evan:

I caught Seth this morning. He looked like he hadn't slept in a while, and his usual maniac smile was only half-hearted.

I did try to make amends for planning to leave with his sister by making him a slap-up breakfast, bacon sandwiches, scrambled eggs, manic piles of food. He swallowed all of it in about thirty, forty seconds, maybe, looked up at me and grinned, his eyes emanating gratitude, but his stomach growling, expecting more food.

"Sorry, mate… that's all we've got in the fridge." I shrugged.

"Oh well. I have to say, that's possibly the best breakfast I've had in months." He paused, "Is it apology food?"

Damn, he's perceptive.

"Uh… no?" I blinked innocently, but he laughed and shook his head.

"Evan?"

"Kinda. Yeah. I did…" He smiled at me and clapped me on the back. I stumbled and made a small noise of pain as the ripple of his pat spread across my torso. He is so damn strong. Freakin' werewolves. Leah's like that when she hugs me too-tight. Her hands are like fire when she touches me, although her face burns for different reasons - when she blushes, she blushes beyond any standard temperature. It is beautiful.

Two Days ~ Seth:

I slept better tonight - Max was on the bed beside me, staring up at the ceiling, looking at the patterns the lamplight threw onto the wood. I kissed her goodnight, she barely moved to respond, and I curled up on my side, tried to ignore the fury bubbling up inside me.

"What gives you the right, Max?" I found the words coming out of my mouth before I could regulate them.

"What gives me the right to what?" She rolled over to look at me, her eyes wide and shining.

"To be so…" I folded my arms across my chest and growled, "So… damn rude."

"I'm sorry?"

"You've ignored him, every single day since you'd argued, like, a month ago, Max."

"Only because he's… because I-"

"And now you're pissed because he's leaving?" She folded her arms, "Or are you pissed because he's leaving with my sister?" There was a pause, she looked away, unable to answer, and I felt an absolute, overwhelming rush of guilt. I wrapped my arms around her, but she pushed me away. It had to be said, I told myself. And I knew I wasn't done.

"It's… it's-" She was searching for an answer I knew already.

"You think he's doing it on purpose?" My voice was hollow. She knew I'd got her. But I wouldn't let it drop there. "You do, don't you?" Another pause, where I realised exactly where I'd gone wrong.

She doesn't understand as much as you think, Seth. She doesn't get how deep imprinting goes. She doesn't understand it at all.

Last Night at Home ~ Jasper:

Emotions were high tonight. Everyone seemed to be running on nervous energy. I'd locked myself away in Carlisle's office - for fear of losing it and having a mental breakdown in the middle of the party. Not exactly the best thing for them to remember me by, really.

I spent most of the evening alone, listening to the too-high laughter, hearing Edward reminiscing about how Leah used to be a bitch, hearing how Seth was "totally gonna miss the pair of you." Mackenzie hadn't come tonight. She was at Charlie's place, helping him paint the kitchen. He wasn't very well, so she had offered to keep him company so Sue could join us here.

I shut my eyes as I heard them coming up the stairs. I assumed it was Esme, she always liked to make sure I was OK on nights where there were a lot of emotions on show, but I was stunned when the voice seeping through the solid oak door was Leah's.

"Jasper?" She knocked twice. I didn't want to reply, but she sighed from the other side of the door and I felt her sadness in the centre of my chest.

"Yeah, what's up?" I sped to the door, unlocked it and was back in Carlisle's office chair before she had even gone to test the handle.

I waited for those eight agonising seconds as she pushed the door open slowly.

"Are you alright, Jasper?" I shrugged. I barely knew the real emotion I felt now, my condition was becoming hypersensitive, and every change in every emotion sent me shaking with change. I had to admit, I could control other emotions, which was some kind of reassurance. But I liked to be able to feel like me. I liked to be able to feel my own emotions.

And right now, I know that I'd be desperately sick with worry about them, that I'd be scared, that I would want to go with them, to make sure they were OK.

"Just sad you're going," I murmured, hanging my head.

"We'll be back before you know it. You'll look back at this… in, like, an eternity, and think, hey, they only went for a week… why was I so worried?" She laughed and sat on the desk in front of me, looking understated in smart jeans and heels.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Why'd you lock yourself away?"

"Fear of embarrassment." She smiled and shook her head. "Hey, if I'd hung out down there, you would have seen me go mad," I paused, "And not just because I was gonna miss Evan so much." She giggled again and stepped toward me, pulled me into a tight hug and blushed pink.

"Say goodbye to Evan as well." She murmured, nodding as she pulled away. "I'll miss you too, Leech." She turned away and smiled, a small pang of sadness hitting me as I realised I wouldn't see her for a while.

"Later, Mutt." She knocked on the door as she closed it, and I knew exactly what I was feeling.

I ventured downstairs two hours later to say goodbye to Evan. He looked like he was going to cry.

I smiled to myself as I felt that desire too.

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