A/N: I should probably start putting disclaimers in these things. *Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's probably because it's Stephenie Meyer's*

Thank you, once again, to those who reviewed and/or added my story to an alert or favorites list. They make my day!

Anddd its been a while, eh? I've been caught up brainstorming for Frayed, which is the new full-length fic I'm working on. Check it out, if you haven't yet =).

Buttttt yes, I had this chapter lying around, half started, and decided to finish it and give it a post. Sorry for the wait! Without futher delay...


She looked as if she was merely sleeping.

Alice immersed herself into her visions, searching for a hint of where they should go next, their immediate future, the weather, what each of the Cullens were up to…the list went on.

Jasper loved to watch her. She lay on the motel bed next to him as he gazed.

It was strange for him to see someone of their kind appear to be asleep. It wasn't the same as laying still with closed eyes; their kind was still by nature. That was normal.

This felt different.

When they were still, their emotions still rushed around in the same manner. They felt the same as when they were active. But when Alice slipped off into the world of her visions, her emotions became very interesting. They seemed to fade briefly before she entered a new vision and then become muffled, less distinct. If he wasn't so attuned to her now, it would be difficult for him to grasp what she was feeling during her visions.

He remembered the first time he had witnessed her slipping into a vision.

It was shortly after they had met, and he was afraid-- partly because he didn't know what was happening to her, and partly because he had never before felt fear like this on his own. The only thing that came close to being comparable was when the newborns were being destroyed.

But his fear was different. It was even stronger than that of the newborns. While their fear was that of losing their lives, his fear was that of losing her. This energetic, chatty, bubbly, intelligent, confused, beautiful, fresh, hopeful, happy, one-of-a-kind woman who had been waiting, for as long as she could remember, for him.

She had awaken so many new emotions in him in the first few days that they had spent together. Some he felt through her, but others, he was feeling on his own. It was frightening, but it was exhilarating--like being reborn; she saved him and made him whole.

Looking back, he knew that he understood some of this in those first few days, while other things he was just starting to realize now. He also knew that he would learn even more about her, about himself, and most importantly, about her and him together, in their future time together (as she had made sure to assure him everyday). This made him happier than words could express.

He liked that she could see the future, because it was part of what made Alice Alice. And it was her future-seeing capabilities that had helped her find him. But the first time he had felt a vision of hers, the unpredictability had startled him.

They had been walking through the woods, hunting, (again), when she had frozen. Not only did she stand perfectly still, but her emotions had frozen; they went totally blank.

She had been feeling excited, which was normal, but then something slight had flashed through her. He couldn't make out what it was, but it felt like a brief wave of panic. Short. Barely there at all. After that, he felt nothing from her and it was his turn to panic.

He had grabbed her hand tightly and searched her eyes, which were just as hollow as her emotions, just as blank.

"Alice!" he called to her before putting both of his hands on her shoulders. He tried to feel anything from her, the sense of deep fear starting to spread through him, paralyzing him.

He debated on whether or not he should shake her, but then he felt something. A flutter... he could just barely make out an emotion. It was muffled, though. He had to really concentrate to feel it. In his haze, he decided it felt a little like exhilaration, excitement, nervousness, and love (an emotion so intense and warm that he couldn't help but notice it now, even diminished).

The whole experience was as if he had been watching something on TV, rather than experiencing it. It was almost like he was feeling something at the intensity level of how a human might feel it, rather than through a vampire's heightened senses.

These four main emotions; exhilaration, excitement, nervousness, and love, amplified as soon as he had grasped them, and Alice's blank eyes fluttered, suddenly springing to life again. She grinned at him and he was so relieved that he pulled her into him, embracing her, his lips crashing against her own, wanting to feel every bit of the love that was now radiating from her. The spark of overbearing happiness. Peace. Relief. Completion.

It took him a minute before he realized that these emotions were not only amplified because he was touching her, but also because he was feeling the exact same ones, on his own. He finally broke his lips away from hers and stared at her, fully appreciating her glowing beauty.

"What was that? Why was it so hard for me to feel you?" he asked, staring seriously into her sparkling topaz eyes.

"I was having a vision?" she offered, cocking her head to the side, "maybe my emotions aren't as defined because the future isn't defined. Maybe it's harder because it's only something I think I'll be feeling, and not something I know I'll be feeling."

It made sense. He would have to put more thought into it later, but he had one more question.

"What did you see? I already know how you felt..."

She nuzzled her head into his neck and he found that he liked her touching him this way. He could feel her emotions better, and he liked them. After only the few days of feeling them nonstop, he had already felt emptier when he had thought that he had lost them.

He and Alice hadn't touched a lot, yet, because he had been unsure. He decided that after today, that had to change. He wasn't even so sure if he should have kissed her right now, but he wouldn't ever regret it or take it back. It was the best kiss of his life.

"I saw you kissing me like that," she whispered contently into his chest. He felt the grin spread across her face, but the happiness that was coming off of her was even better. It practically matched his.

And it definitely made up for how much she had scared him when she had first slipped into the vision.

As he lay next to her, now, reflecting on the past, he felt the transition between her visions.

It had happened three times--she had seen three different things so far. The first time she felt excited, the second she was content, and now the third had her feeling confused.

He was torn. Part of him wanted to "wake" her. He wanted to know what she had seen, hear her sweet voice, look into her bright eyes. The other part enjoyed watching her still form too much. It was strange to see Alice so still. It gave him a chance to really look at her and admire her beauty.

Alice's beauty in motion was different from her still beauty, but he loved the contrast. When she was moving, her beauty glowed through her grace and energy, but when she was still, it was more eternal, more breathtaking.

He studied the curves of her cheekbones and her brow, admiring the planes of her face. His fingers traced over her painted eyelids, down the length of her pale nose, across her full, red lips.

Her lips broke into a smile right as he lifted his fingers from them. He felt her emotions become clear again, her energetic happiness washing over him.

She opened her eyes, not surprised to see his own centimeters away from her.

"Hi," she greeted simply, her emotions mostly pleasant.

"Hey," he responded.

He waited patiently for her to tell him what she had seen. Sometimes she rambled on for hours about what she had seen and what she thought it meant. Other times she would say only a few words, or sometimes nothing, before they would pack up and move to where she had seen them going next.

It was hard to live in the present when the future was so defined right now. They were destined to be with the Cullen family just as much as they were destined to be together. He knew it frustrated her every time they just missed them, or lost track of them.

He felt her pleasant mood swell into pure excitement, mixed with some nervousness.

"Tomorrow morning," she whispered.

"How sure?" he asked.

"Its about definite…" she said, anxious.

He brushed a piece of hair that was threatening to fall into her eyes.

"They'll love you, darlin'. No need to be nervous," he said, guessing as to why she felt unsure all of the sudden.

She smiled at him, content that no matter what happened tomorrow, she still had him. And he had her.

Their hope for tomorrow was identical.



A glimpse into how Jasper sees Alice. Review please, and let me know what you thought of it! Thanks!