Hi again guys, I spent my private studies in college writing these up since I can't find the time to do it at home now so I apologise for any long updates. My story 'to love the unloved' is currently half way finished but I'm kind of struggling to write the other half. Hopefully that will be up soon.

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight.

Carlisle's POV

Previously

Deciding that running around the main room wasn't enough for him, he ran into the dining room which freaked Edward out since Jasper had to run past him. I rushed in there with Jasper where he kept jumping on the table, off and then on again. His screeching sound turned into loud whimpers as he ran into the kitchen, jumping on the side and then off again.

Once he realised where I was, he ran past me and back into the main room where his loud whimpers suddenly stopped but was followed by Esme screaming my name.

"Shit" I heard Edward shout.

It wasn't often when I heard him swear. I ran back into the main room, panicking, and that's when I saw Jasper lying face down on the floor by the coffee table, unconscious.

I rushed to Jasper's side, turning his body over to check for any injuries. He had a gash on his head which was bleeding a little. It wasn't deep or wide enough for any type of stitch but it could still have an effect on him.

"Dad, is he okay?" Edward asked, panicked.

I lifted Jasper's limp body into my arms to find any other injuries but I couldn't find anymore so my guess is that he knocked himself out in shock of the pain.

"He's fine. We just need to wake him up and keep him awake" I told him.

Falling asleep with a head injury was dangerous and even though Jasper must have faced many dangerous obstacles in his life, I was not willing to risk it. I shook his shoulder to get him to wake up. His eyes already fluttered open which timed perfectly as Emmett hurried down the stairs with his heavy footsteps.

"I heard loud noises. Is everything okay?" He questioned before staring at Jasper in my arms.

"Emmett, those loud noises were going on for at least 5 minutes and you have only just thought to check it out" Edward noted.

"Well, the Xbox kind of covered up the noise until the game was over" Emmett explained.

"What game were you playing?" I suddenly asked.

If his answer is what I think it is then I think I have found the cause of his sudden outburst.

"Call of Duty ghosts, why?" He questioned.

Bingo. It made sense; Emmett's Xbox was on loud enough for Jasper to hear but not loud enough for anyone else to hear, plus, Emmett was playing a shooting game. Jasper must have come across hunters when he was living in the forest. He knew that the sound of guns meant danger; therefore he freaked out when he heard the sound of Emmett playing a gun game.

"Emmett, from now on, for Jasper's sake, keep the TV volume down. I think he's afraid of the sound of guns" I guessed

"Shit, dad, I'm sorry" Emmett apologised.

"It's fine. We just need to be careful from now on. His life in the wild has had a negative impact on him" I told him.

"I'll say" Edward agreed.

Jasper began to whimper, bringing my attention back to him. He looked at me, afraid and I could feel his body shaking. He was scared.

"Can you all give us a minute, please?" I asked them.

I knew that he hated feeling crowded and since Rosalie wasn't here, I was the one who was left to calm him down; especially because not only was I holding him but he was also clinging onto me for dear life. Esme guided the boys out the room, leaving just Jasper and I in the room.

"Shhh, it's alright. Nobody is going to hurt you" I whispered to him.

He continued to whimper and shake as his grip on me tightened even more.

"You're safe" I reassured.

"sss….safe" Jasper repeated quietly.

"Do you hurt anywhere, Jasper? Hurt?" I asked him.

I repeated the main word twice in hope that Jasper would understand what I'm asking.

"Hurt" he repeated.

I was unsure whether he was really hurting or if he was just repeating my words for the sake of it since he tends to do that.

"Where? Where do you hurt?" I asked slowly.

He watched me as I waited for an answer that I knew I wasn't going to get. He looked a little confused so he probably hadn't even understood what I had asked him. I'm guessing that it was only his head that was injured.

"Let's get you to my study so that I can sort that cut out" I told him as I lifted his body up.

He still refused to let go of me. I could already tell that he was still in shock and that the fainting spell had weakened him a little so I had to carry him; besides, the closeness somehow comforted him. Jasper wasn't at all heavy but his skinny figure had something to do with lack of food in the wild. I had to put him down to open my study door but once it was open, I picked him back up again and then I placed him in a comfortable seat.

"Stay here" I told him.

I had a feeling that he would just remove himself from the chair because I knew he doesn't like staying in the same place for too long but then again, he looked too tired to even move. With a stare as a response, I moved away to take a few pieces of needed equipment out of my desk drawer. I then crouched by Jasper so that I was level with his head.

"Stay still for me, Jasper" I instructed clearly.

Although he might not understand what I tell him, the more I talk to him, the more he will understand my words. Just speaking to him is teaching him how to talk. When he repeats our words, it means that he is at least listening to us and trying to understand our words. I dabbed the piece of cotton wool over his wound which caused him to flinch back and growled lightly at me. Growling in this case was rather understandable; I just made his injury feel a little worse so now he sees me as a threat.

"Shhh, it's alright. I'll make it better" I explained quietly.

He let out a small whimper as I raise my hand again to put pressure on his injury with another piece of cotton wool. He flinched again but he allowed me to carry on. Once the wound was clean enough, I put a band aid on the wound to avoid any infection. After I put it on, Jasper watched me once again. It wasn't a confused expression like it was earlier; it was more of a shocked expression as if he hadn't expected me to do what I did.

"Is that better?" I asked gently.

"Bedda" Jasper whispered back.

"Good" I replied before putting some of the equipment back in my drawer and the rubbish in the bin.

Jasper still held the amazed expression on his face. Hadn't he expected me to help him? Of course he didn't. When he got hurt in the wild, he had to deal with the pain. Whenever he had removed his shirt, there were a few scars on his back and minor ones on his chest and torso. They looked like they had healed well which was surprising. I wonder how he had kept them clean. Did he lick them like an animal would? Saliva is a natural antiseptic. I have also realised that he hasn't removed his shirt at all today. Progress.

Jasper's eyes were actually refusing to leave mine. He was doing his best to try to understand me. I put his hand on his shoulder which caused him to tilt his head.

"Jasper?"

I just wanted to make sure that he was still here. Some minds can travel off for a bit which is often referred to as daydreaming but Jasper seemed to be well aware that I was here.

"Daddy" he suddenly whispered.

Now I was the one that was left in shock. Did he just say that because he previously heard Rosalie call me 'dad' or did he generally see me as one? It made sense now. This was why he refused to say my name before. He knew that it was wrong to call a parent by their first name but only now he had the courage to question if I am the same person that was taken from him all those years ago.

He was unaware that his parents were killed in the process of the attempted kidnapping but of course I wasn't going to tell him that. He probably wouldn't understand what I meant anyway. The point is he now views me as the father figure. The way he viewed it was that I accepted him into my home, I allowed him to eat, I kept him safe at night so that he didn't need to be on the watch, I constantly refilled his bottle with milk every time it was empty so he never got thirsty and now I had just aided his injury.

He knew that I was here for him just like a father should be. His head moved forward to lean on my shoulder but now I had discovered what this action meant, I put my arms around him because it meant that he was asking for a cuddle. He returned it but held a tighter grip like a child would. Whether he accepted the fact that I replaced the role of a father or he thought I was really him, I would make sure that I act like the father he needs to him. After this moment, he has to stay with us.

"Daddy" he repeated with more emotions.

"It's alright, Jasper. Daddy's here. I'm not going to leave you"

He might have viewed his parents as the people who abandoned him if he wasn't aware of their murder. That might even explain the tight grip that he had on me; he was afraid that I was going to abandon him. I will not let that happen though. He is Rosalie's brother and now despite it only being a few days, I feel like he is a part of this family; my son. I cannot let this boy get lost again. He has wasted his entire childhood learning how to stay alive but now it was my job to let him know that he will be kept healthy while living here.

Esme had already proved to me that she had a heart for Jasper when she brought him a few things to help him learn. The way I saw it, she had already taken him on as a son, too, and that's before Jasper even starts referring her as 'mom' but the moment that time comes, her heart will melt at that; just like it had when Rosalie started calling her that.

When Rosalie first joined our family, she refused to accept the fact that we were now the ones responsible for her. She didn't want us to replace her parents as them and now she calls us 'mom' and 'dad' without hesitation.

Speaking of Rosalie, the way that Jasper's body had suddenly jerked away from me and ran to the door told me that my daughter was home. His eyes were still on mine as he silently begged me to open the door. Just then, another idea popped into my head that could help him with his speech.

"Do you want me to open the door?" I asked him, slowly.

He whimpered as if he was screaming yes only in more of an animalistic way

"Jasper, say open" I told him.

He whimpered again and then licked his lips. "Oben" he whispered as he tried to claw the door.

I was debating whether or not I should teach him how to open the door but thought against it since it would be risky. He could run away, it could encourage him to raid the kitchen cupboards at night and sleep in the girl's room again. Instead, I opened the door for him and as soon as I did, he bolted out of my study. I followed him which led me into seeing Rose halfway through the front door with Jasper clinging onto her; rubbing his head against her shoulder.

"That gesture means that he wants to be hugged" I informed her.

Rosalie looked at me surprised and then figured out what I was talking about. She slowly put her arms around him and then he returned it tightly like he did with me.

"Dad, what happened to his head?" She asked a little worried.

"He heard Emmett play a video game that involved guns. I suspect that he has run into a hunter before or is aware of what they do and that they are dangerous to him" I explained.

She nodded, still worried but focused back onto Jasper. She managed to shut the front door and walk into the main room with Jasper still holding onto her.

"To be on the safe side, make sure that he doesn't fall asleep just yet" I warned Rosalie.

She nodded again, understanding my request and then Jasper started to whimper to Rose again.

"Hey Jazz, it's okay. I'm sorry for leaving you like that" she cooed.

Knowing that Jasper was with his sister, I left them to find my wife in the kitchen, waiting for me so that I could assure her that Jasper was okay and how I learnt that he was already making progress

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