Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Twilight.

A/n: I came up with this idea while taking a break from editing the next chapter of Augury and while I was staring at my desktop wallpaper of a secluded beach with a cliff in the background, surrounded by trees. It reminded me of the La Push area but as it turned out, this had nothing to do with the Quileute tribe, the wolf pack, or Jacob Black. Instead, it's a story between Jasper and Rosalie Hale. Hence the title's name, Between Siblings. Written on a whim and there could be OOC parts in it. Will probably span just a few chapters—three to five at the most.

Summary: Jasper and Rosalie Hale were never really siblings. They had nothing in common, no fierce love, loyalty, or affection for each other. All they ever had between them were plain indifference and a mild amount of respect. But maybe that was enough.

Between Siblings

Chapter 1: At the Cliff

Jasper stood on the edge of the cliff, eyes closed as he inhaled the salty-sweet air and his taunt muscles slowly relaxed after another hard day. It was a shame that despite being able to control others emotions, his was constantly going unchecked. But was it his fault then that he was constantly surrounded by temptation? Wasn't it better to avoid it all together, instead?

He felt he led an existence of never-ending torture and struggle. He was always on the losing side of his inner battles. It wasn't enough that he could just barely control himself. Everyone else in his family did the same thing and far better than he, day in and day out. It was easy for them. He on the other hand found it excruciatingly exhausting. It was only in times like this one when his only companion was himself, did he find any sort of reprieve. It would have been so easy to leave this lifestyle had he not met Alice and consequentially fallen in love with her, blindingly following her wherever she deemed they should go. He could not tear himself away from her even if he tried. It was maddening.

Stealing away to this secluded spot stopped the shaking in his body, the primal urge that could more or less destroy him and his family if he would just let it all go. The human had invade one of his very few sanctuaries, the Cullen home, yet again and it disrupted his need for peace and tranquility. This was not the only time he had come here. In fact, he had been quietly coming here for the last two years. Carlisle had been the only soul he had ever told about it. One night, the elder vampire had casually inquired about his "disappearings" only after a month had passed since coming to Forks. At first, Jasper was incensed, thinking Carlisle was accusing him of going against their ways. He swore that he was not.

Cleverly, Carlisle coerced him to tell him what he did and Jasper reluctantly told of his "cliff by the sea" as he personally called it and that he would go there very early in the mornings before school and right after he came home.

"I do it to calm myself," he had admitted to the doctor. "I find that, it is the only way I can manage through the day."

After hearing this, Carlisle, sympathetic, let Jasper go without further question.

Jasper sensed that someone was with him now. He had an inkling that he had been followed here but had brushed the feeling aside. Surprisingly, he had not been alarmed be this sudden revelation. In retrospect, he should be angry that he didn't seek the matter out right away. What would have happened if it were some curious human? He was a walking oddity after all. A handsome and perfect walking oddity but an oddity just the same. But now here, out in the open, the sun beating down on him, they would know how much of an oddity he really was. Instead, he just stood there on the edge of the precipice for over an hour. The sun was sinking and the darkness slowly crept in. The feeling that he was being watched had come and gone but it was always the same person. The feeling was non-intrusive and somewhat...safe. Maybe that was why he never felt the need to hide away.

When the tumultuous haze had lifted and he was able to think clearly, he realize who that particular person was. Turning around, he looked up. A young Douglas fir stood erect and Jasper was standing at the very base of it. At the top, against the fading light, was a silhouette of a woman. She seemed to be looking straight down at him. A gust of ocean breeze burst through the area and the trees around them bended to its will. The woman still clung to the tree with easiness and when the wind died down she slowly climbed back to the ground.

"Rosalie," Jasper said the woman's name with just the proper amount of civility. "What are you doing here?"

Flipping her hair to one side, she smiled at her "twin brother". "Nothing," she answered. "Although, I could ask the same of you."

Jasper frowned and turned away, wanting to avoid the beginning of a confrontation. "Why did you follow me?" he asked after a moment of intense silence.

"No reason." Rosalie took a spot beside him and mimicked his stance. He was watching the sunset. "Do you mind if I stayed?"

The male vampire shrugged, acquiescing, "Do what you want. I intend to leave soon."

There was another moment of silence before Rosalie spoke up again, "Have you ever thought of dying, Jasper?"

Jasper looked down at her, visibly startled. "W-what do you mean?" he stumbled. She shrugged, unwilling yet again to give a proper answer. She did not return his gaze but looked forward out into the vast, open water. Jasper sighed, left her side, sat down against the tree she had been watching him from, and watched her, contemplating her question. When had his "sister" become so introspective?

"I have. Everyday," he answered her abruptly. The words spilled out from his lips before he could stop himself. Rosalie went up to him and stood by him, her back leaning against the tree. "Have you?" he asked, looking up at her.

Her initial response was an unladylike, un-Rosalie like snort as if to say "no" but she answered him softly with a simple "yes."

Again, he was astounded by her words but then thought of her dark past. Her young life had never been hers to own even when she was alive. She was pushed to marry a man she later on realized she did not love and then almost had her life taken away by her fiancé. And even as she lay dying, giving herself up to the inevitable some other person comes up and had the audacity to take it way from her. Even in death she was never given a choice.

Sometimes he did pity her just as much as he pitied himself but he would never tell her that. Jasper's eyes wandered up to the now completely dark sky. The moon hung over the both of them, casting a silvery glow.

"Let's go back. They might wonder where we are. She and Edward should have left the house by now," Rosalie said, her words cutting like ice, piercing Jasper's train of thought. He nodded and followed her home.

A/n: More talk between Jasper and Rosalie in the next chapter. It could end then, depending on how much I write next time. Leave a review, please! :)