The very last chapter. The very end.

I apologize for taking so long in updating this but I got sidetracked with a new fanfiction that is for once not a Jalice one, haha.

Anyways, at the end of this chapter there is very intimate scene but I brushed through it with little detail. It's very light and it's just there enough that you get a general idea of what's going on. This indeed shows spoilers I bet but I kinda feel as if I have to warn everyone. Also, I don't usually end my fanfictions or any stories of mine without happy endings (that totally doesn't apply to my many tragic death-y one-shots, haha).

So, enough of my babbling, I bet you all wanna finally finish this thing. Just have to thank you all for reading/following/favouriting/reviewing for this story. It means so much!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. No copyright infringement intended.

Enjoy!

Alice's POV

This wasn't good, not in the slightest.

Jessica Stanley, former friend of Bella. Who could have – and did – remember me from seventy-five years ago. I should be wrinkled and aged but still had the same physical appearance and fitness as I did in high school all those years ago. Hopefully I could twist her mind a bit; she was, after all, well into her nineties. Maybe if I claim to be my former self's grandchild or something. That could work. It's worth a try.

"Uh hi… Do I know you?" I slowly attempted, plastering a look of confusion on my face.

Jessica's withered hand reached towards me, pointing a bony finger at my shifting and anxious form. "I-I remember you… You were in high school with me… Seventy-seventy-five years ago…"

I let out a soft laugh and shook my head. "I'm sorry… I just moved here, my grandparents went to Forks High as well. Maybe you knew them?" Yeah, let's keep it at that. That keeps Anthony's family from asking questions considering they know I'm Carlisle's daughter and not my son's daughter as Jessica would take it. Dang, this is so confusing. I have to get out of here.

Jessica's dark brown eyes looked glazed behind her small wire-framed glasses. During this whole conversation, Anthony and his family looked ultimately helpless, but I caught Anthony's mom, Jessie, shoot me an apologetic look.

I gave her an easy smile to ease her worries and proceeded to touch my head. "I think I should call my dad, my head hurts…"

Anthony nodded and walked over to the phone, handing it to me. I easily called Carlisle at work and asked him to come get me because of a "fainting spell". Such posing is a pain but luckily Carlisle understood that I had a vision. He said he'd be there in a couple minutes.

I hung up and turned to the Newton family. "Thank you for having me over, I apologize for all the trouble. Oh and Anthony, I uh may not be in school for a couple days… Carlisle will want me home and resting after this fainting spell."

"Understandable, just rest up Ali. Thanks for coming." Anthony smiled.

I returned the smile and distantly heard the purr of Carlisle's Mercedes speeding down the street. I zipped up my jacket – having it and my shoes on previously – and opened the door just as Carlisle pulled up the drive. Turning slightly, I waved and jogged down the steps, ignoring my urge to run full speed.

I needed to see Jasper. Now.

"Alice," Carlisle started, while expertly backing up and turning down the street.

"Carlisle, I remember everything."

Carlisle paused for a moment, glancing at me. "Everything?"

I nodded.

"Do you know what triggered it? How long ago?"

I inhaled unnecessary air and answered him, "I was hanging out with Anthony and I was struck with a vision. It just came out of nowhere. I saw Jasper; he was in Philadelphia, entering the diner where we met. We would always go down there around our anniversary- Oh my gosh, our wedding anniversary is this month!" My hand flew to my mouth.

No wonder he went there.

"It's alright Alice, Jasper had told us today that he was going to go check out the diner and see how business was. He couldn't stand the house any longer, all the emotions hanging around. I'm not sure when he's returning though…"

I shook my head quickly. "I have to go see him now! There's so much that we have to talk about and I have to apologize to him, for everything. I can't believe I did all that to him…" My voice lowered and trailed off, my brain easily flooding the horrid memories from this past month to the front of my mind.

I had yelled at him, I had denied loving him, I had been with someone else, I had kissed someone else, and I had struck him with more pain than he'd ever endured under the hands of Maria. It horrified me. I promised to never hurt him and to stay with him forever. But he had to last through weeks of me ignoring him and pushing him away. He had to live through the emotions of love and devotion from our other family members. He had to act happy and alright, when in fact he was broken inside. The look he had in his eyes. He was broken, cracked and shattered.

I just had to pray to any God that may be up there that he'll take me back.

Otherwise, I don't know what I'll do. Jasper is my rock, my support. He's with me through everything. Even when he can't do anything to help nor has nothing to say that could fix the situation, he's just there. And that's all I could ever wish for. Just his presence alone is enough to get me through whatever may be going on.

"Alice, even if you do go after him, you may miss him. He wants time alone, to think and figure out what he's going to do. His phone is off so it's no use for us to try and call him. I know that he is unaware of your regaining of memories but I don't think he'll decide to leave. He could never do that to you, regardless of your feelings for him. Plus, he loves this family. He knows what this would do to us if he were to try and leave. Just keep an eye on him and he'll come home eventually, alright?"

I absorbed Carlisle's words, he was right. Besides, who knew if Jasper would really accept my apology and take me back? I hurt him; I hurt him deeper than any of his scars. I nodded slightly and decided to look out the window until we arrived home.

As soon as we stepped inside the house, Edward was enveloping me in a tight hug. He had obviously heard the thoughts going through mine and Carlisle's head and figured out that I got my memories back. The rest of the family filed in and Edward and Carlisle explained everything.

I scanned the room after being put down on my feet again after Emmett's bear hug and noticed Jamie was keeping her distance. I guess she figured I was still angry at her since I remember everything that happened. But after this whole experience, I couldn't stay mad at her.

Jasper was an amazing man and I didn't blame her for liking him back then. Who couldn't? Besides, she had Raphael now and I could see how happy they are. Family is too precious to let go of and I hoped that Jamie would forgive me for everything I had done to her.

So with that in mind, I stepped forward and gave her a big surprising hug. After a couple quiet and easing words to her, she gave me a big smile. I knew all was forgiven and we would try to build our relationship. After all, we had all of eternity.

The next couple days were agony for me. I was constantly in the future, looking and searching for any sign that Jasper was coming home. It was futile for me to search for the possibility of his forgiveness because he hadn't heard of my memory return – but I searched anyways. I couldn't help it. I was desperate.

Jamie became more comfortable around me over these days. Raphael was usually near me, worried for his sister-in-law and brother. That caused Jamie to stay close as well. I also saw the depth of their bond while I waited.

I saw the attraction and devotion. They reminded me of Jasper and I. Even though that reminder made it hard on me, I was happy for them. Jamie had found love and she found it in my husband's brother. Fate was a wondrous thing; I just hoped Fate was on my side this time.

It was day three of my wait and I was sitting curled up on the bed in my old room – Jasper's room. Raphael sat in the desk chair, watching me and his mate. Jamie was seated next to me; we had bonded a little over our worry of Jasper. The whole house was silent, except for the soft conversation heard from the garage between Rosalie and Emmett. Edward, Bella, Nessie and Jacob were at the reservation, while Carlisle was at work and Esme was at a garden show in Port Angles.

I was basking in my husband's scent which was faintly hanging on the sheets I was lying on. The familiar scent of sandalwood and fresh morning dew was addicting, especially with the source being so far away.

My mind was still going through the future, analyzing every crossroad and corner. I watched Jasper move around town, booking a room in the same hotel we had stayed in years before. The building was remodelled and updated with the latest technology but it was the same location and had the exact room in which we spent our first night together. He checked back at the diner frequently, always sneaking a glance at our booth. The same booth we met at all those years ago.

It was there that my mind's eye caught something, a shift in the future.

Jasper was coming home.

I sat up in a blur, my dead heart swelling with hope and love. Of course it would take him a couple hours to get home, regardless of if he ran or took a plane. But this tiny decision gave me a light at the end of my guilt and pain.

It gave me a chance.

Raphael and Jamie got up, watching me silently. I stood and flew down the stairs, stopping by the phone. Carlisle would call in three, two, one.

Ring.

"Carlisle," I answered, not missing a beat.

"He's coming home. He's running, so he'll be here in a couple hours. I didn't tell him anything, knowing that you'll want to tell him face-to-face. But I'd like to ask everyone who is home to go out. I'll call Edward as well. You and Jasper deserve the house to yourselves to catch up. You'll work this out, you always do."

"Thank you, Carlisle," I whispered and hung up. Turning, I saw the room empty. The house was now quiet. Jamie and Raphael, upon hearing the conversation probably told Rosalie and Emmett to leave as well. I was very grateful to Carlisle. I needed this time alone with my returning husband.

The next couple hours were more torture. I sat and stared out the glass wall, not so patiently waiting. It had started raining lightly and the glass was painted with water droplets. It was getting darker; the clouds were obscuring the setting sun. It was a pretty sight. There was a soft mist hanging above the trees outside and there were points of yellow and pink light pushing through the cloud cover.

I counted the endless amount of trees that I could see in the backyard for the remaining time. The wait was pushing on me, making my anxious feelings multiply. Jasper was just arriving in Forks; he'd be here in a matter of seconds.

I didn't realize I was holding a breath until he stepped inside and entered my line of view.

As soon as our eyes met, I launched myself at him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. I knew he wouldn't drop me. I wanted – no I needed to be close to him, as close as possible.

His face was utterly confused, from my attack and emotions. But nonetheless, he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me against him.

"A-Alice…" I didn't let him finish before I forced my mouth on his.

He stumbled back a bit, not able to stay standing under my force. We ended up on the floor, him on his back and me straddling his waist. I didn't break our kiss and it was a sixteenth of a second before he responded to my emotions.

I needed this; I needed this contact and this feeling. Jasper gently grabbed my wrist, that's when I noticed that I was roughly digging my fingers into his shoulder blades. He tried moving his head so that he could speak but I wouldn't let him. Speaking could come after.

I tugged my hands out of his hold and held his head in place. I unwillingly pulled back but only to press my forehead to his and gaze into his dark topaz eyes. I told him everything that needed to be said right now in my gaze. Actual words could be spoken after; I just needed to be with him right now.

I needed to feel whole again.

He silently agreed and gently pulled my mouth to his lips again. This spiked my need once more and I let out a soft growl. I made quick work of our clothing, finally getting the skin-on-skin contact I craved. My fingers danced over his scars, memorizing his every feature once again. He was flawless in my eyes, absolutely perfect. And when we were connected once again, after so many months apart, it felt like our first night once again. Jasper wrapped us in our emotions, blanketing us in acceptance, forgiveness, wholeness, and endless love. We stayed like that for what felt like days, until the soft glow of love became a joyful haze in the back of our minds.

There was still so much to say.

But just like always, I knew that we would get through this. We were, after all, soul mates with an indestructible bond. Fate was definitely on my side.