Hey guys, sorry for the wait. I just had to update one of my other stories yesterday because people were waiting. I'm back now so...

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight.

Rosalie's POV

Impossible

This couldn't be possible.

This had to all be a coincidence. This wasn't happening.

"Rose honey, are you okay?" Esme asked concerned.

No, I wasn't. That boy was bringing back to many memories. He looked the same, they both seemed to have only managed to say my name crystal clear, they both have that same damn thing for rocks and he won't stop following me around.

Oh well that's just great. Speaking of him, that boy has just entered the kitchen, eyeing me. I just wanted to scream at him 'Get away from me'.

"You're not him" I muttered to the stranger before leaving the kitchen and escaping the house for some fresh air.

With no doubt, he followed me out, keeping up with my fast pace. It didn't matter if I walked or ran, he refused to give up so I just collapsed by a tree, leaning my back against it as I hid my face on my knees. I hear his animalistic whimpers and then the sound of branches lifting weight; he was climbing the same tree that I was resting by.

"Please, just go" I mumbled.

I just wanted to think straight. My brother went missing twelve years ago at the age of four. There was no way that this could be him. Nobody could survive a life in the wild at such a young age. It was impossible.

"Rose" he whimpered.

I looked up in the tree to see him looking back down at me with a very sad expression. It was the kind of look you get before you cry but I saw no tears forming. As I look away again, he jumped down in front of me. If I jumped down from that height, I would have at least broken my arm.

"Rose" he whispered again.

He used the same gesture he did back in the house; rubbing his head against my shoulder. I seriously wanted to know what the hell that meant. I didn't know whether I should push him away or to just let him carry on doing whatever it was. He then grabbed both of my hands, linking his fingers in mine. This has to stop!

"Don't! Go away right now. I don't want you here"

I removed my hands away from his and pushed him back before making my escape again. Without any surprise, he followed again and somehow managed to run in front of me. He was crouching as his eyes gaze in to mine.

"God! Don't you understand a thing I'm saying? Fuck off! I don't want to see you again!" I yelled at him.

Whoever this freak was, it wasn't Jasper. Maybe this was all just an act. A prankster heard of the story about Jasper and I so they thought it would be funny to play a sick joke like this. Well I wasn't buying it. I walked off again but I didn't hear footsteps by my side. Good.

I look behind me just to double check. The weirdo was crouching in the place I left him, waiting for me to tell him he can move but I wasn't going to. He could stay there. Satisfied, I left him trying to look like a lost innocent puppy. I needed some air badly.

Carlisle's POV

I had it planned that when I entered my house, we would start eating dinner and maybe with the boy make things a little complicated. Instead, Esme had informed me that Rosalie had ran out with the mysterious boy following behind. She said that she received a text message from Rosalie about 10 minutes after she left stating that she needed some fresh air and that we should keep her meal in the microwave. The boy on the other hand, wasn't with her.

I knew I should have taken him with me. I was afraid of what he would be like in a moving vehicle so I thought I took the safer option and left him at the house but now he has probably ran back to the safety in the wild.

"Dad, you want some help finding him?" Emmett asked as I put my coat on.

Bringing Emmett would be a good idea as there would be two pairs of eyes but then again, it could scare the boy away. Could I risk that? He didn't seem too bad with him in the house so it was worth a try. If we do find the boy and he runs away at the sight of Emmett, then I'll carry on the search alone.

"Sure" I agreed.

I grabbed a torch as it was dusk now so it was bound to be getting dark soon. I wait for Emmett to put his shoes and coat on before we head out. Now usually when you are out looking for someone, you call out there name, hoping that they would reply. Well firstly, we didn't know his name and secondly, he couldn't speak to reply. Instead, I shined the light in the trees just in case he hadn't returned to his usual place yet.

We hadn't had much luck so I just focused on making my way to the place where I had first saw him. The place was absolutely silent which was quite unusual considering that this is a place for nature.

"Dad, what happens if we don't find him?" Emmett asked.

We would find him because I wouldn't give up until I brought him back safely again.

"If people knew that there was a boy living out here then they would search and eventually find him. Chief Swan has already been informed about him anyway" I spoke quietly.

"I doubt it. They would have found him sooner otherwise" Emmett pointed out.

It was true. I had no idea how the boy had managed to live out here without being spotted. There wasn't even a single rumor about anything like this. Well it was in a deserted forest after all.

We reached the place where the boy was found by Alice and then me. I pointed the torch at the tree that Alice mentioned he seemed to live in but I saw no movement. I sighed in distress. If he wasn't here, he could be anywhere.

"Damn it" Emmett whispered.

I continued to search the area because there was still a possibility that he was here. I just needed to be patient and make sure that I view everything before I even think about walking away without the missing boy.

Emmett searched one side while I searched the other but the results still came out unlucky. After we had searched the whole place, we walked back towards the house; once I get back there, I will alert the cops and they'll do some sort of search party. Unfortunately, that would lower our chances of taking the boy in; especially because his outside home isn't far from the house.

We were about 5 minutes away from the house when we suddenly stopped. I viewed a body in the distance which appeared to be curled up on the ground. How had we walked passed him without even realising it?

"Shit" Emmett mumbled.

I ran towards the still body, shivering against the cold wind. Wait; he wasn't shivering because of the temperature, he was silently crying. He was yet again shirtless as I saw that tossed aside a few feet from me. Well it had lasted longer than I thought it would.

"What's wrong with him?" Emmett asked.

The boy hadn't even noticed us; even as I lift his skinny frame closer to me he was still completely unaware of us. He had looked like he had seen a ghost.

"You're alright. Look at me" I whispered to him.

All of a sudden, he jumped away from me and threw himself at Emmett without any warning. Not even a growl. I rushed back onto my feet and tried to pull the boy off my son before he tries to hurt him. Then his jaws lock onto the collar of Emmett's shirt which was beginning to rip.

"Shit! Dad, get him off me! Jesus he's even gonna kill like an animal!" He screamed.

I grabbed the boy around his waist which caused him to growl followed by a snap at me as he released his teeth from Emmett's shirt. He missed my neck by an inch and if he continues to growl like this, I knew he would strike again but I couldn't let him hurt my son.

Maybe the thought of taking in a violent boy really was a bad idea.

Remembering the way we met this morning, I repeated the same noise that had calmed him down then.

"Shhhh. Calm down. Shhhhhh"

His growls quietened but they were still there as he glared at Emmett. My son had looked extremely startled as his widened eyes were watching the boys.

"It's alright. Shhhhh" I hushed.

He looked away from my son and back at me giving me the same puppy eyes as he had a couple of hours ago. His growls turned into whimpers as his tears returned but he, too, began to copy the noise.

"Shhh. Shhh" he repeated between a tear and a whimper.

Once I was sure that all of his focus was off Emmett, I began to lift him up so I could take him home. Obviously, the boy had other plans as he sunk his long nails into my arms with a glare. He didn't want to move.

"Rose" he whispered.

He did it again. Why had he said her name? She wasn't here. Or maybe he wanted her. I doubt that she would come for him so I chose another technique; one that I was familiar with.

"Do you want Alice?" I asked carefully.

He stared at me; the look you would give somebody as if you were silently asking 'are you stupid'? There was no noise from him; no whimper, no growl, not even another tear. He just stared. He keeps staring. That's how he spent his time with us today; just staring. What was with that? Because I was sure that wasn't another animal thing.

"Rose" he spoke more firmly this time.

It was clear that he would move only for Rosalie for some confusing reason. I just had to know why Rose meant something to him. It couldn't have been what Charlie had suggested. If it had been, it would've been a very special miracle.

The boy's head suddenly whipped around, looking extremely alert. Somebody else was here. It was the same look that he gave off when he sensed my children on the second floor of our house. I looked in the direction he seemed to be looking in as I see Rosalie appear from the trees. She must have just returned from the fresh air that she needed.

It looked like she had been crying too. What was wrong? Had something happened between them? Did he hurt her? I hope not. Please tell me he hasn't. The boy was incredibly still as I kept a hold of him as he watched her carefully.

"Jasper?" She whispered.

At that, he leaped out of my arms again but this time, instead of attacking, he ran up to Rosalie and rubbed his head against her shoulder while whimpering 'Rose'. Both Emmett and I were absolutely confused as she suddenly wrapped her arms around him tightly as she began to cry again. What on earth was going on?

"What the fucking hell?" Emmett commented slowly.

I hated his language but right now, that was the last thing on my mind. Rosalie was the kind of person that hid her emotions because she didn't want anybody to know if she was upset or not so it was very unusual that she was pretty much crying in front of us.

I walked closer to the two, trying to think of the right question to ask at this moment since there were so many running through my head right now. Rosalie noticed my confused expression as she wiped away her tears with her hand as the other still held onto the boy.

"Dad, I...this is Jasper...my brother"

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I might update again tomorrow. Right now I am deciding between Chapter 8 or a one shot that I have in mind. But if I don't update tomorrow then I promise that it will be the day or two after that.

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