To everyone who reviewed, thank you so much. To all those who alerted this or faved it or is just plain readin' it for enjoyment, thank you so much! I'm happy to be creating a story yall like so much :D . I read all the reviews so Granny Wolf (I think that's who asked about Alice- sorry sleep depreived so I'm sipping coffee to wake up) here's a little family drama in answer of your question ;)

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"I can't see her!" Alice hissed as her pencil flew over her paper in great, wide, agitated arcs. Jasper leaned over his wife's shoulder, peering at whatever she was drawing. He had to admit, his wife's power was pretty interesting though at the moment her sketch looked like one big, gray blur. She flung her pencil down, sending the thin piece of wood flying in two. Jasper gently placed one arm around her shoulders, feeling how thin she was as he rubbed her.

"What part?" he asked though he had a fairly good idea judging by the mess she had drawn.

"All of it," she groaned and plopped her head on the paper. "I hate it when Bella does this," came her slightly muffled groan.

Rosalie sniffed as she sank into the chair opposite them, graceful as ever. "Well, whenever she makes up her mind on what she wants, then you can do your little mind scry." She twirled one blonde lock around her finger. "Until then, I don't see why you even bother Alice."

Alice raised her head and sighed. "Bella is my friend Rosalie," she replied and shot Jasper a grateful glance at the loving contact. "And Edward…" Alice trailed off, not wanting to voice the thought that all three of them had. Edward had not taken the break up well; after Jasper had left Bella at the school he had come upon Edward desolate and dramatic as ever, kneeling in the rain in the front of their house. His emotions were so horrid Jasper had a sudden urge to jump off a cliff and to remedy the sitiution both Emmett and Jasper dragged Edward back into the house, where Esme did her mothering act.

Now the three of them were sitting at their spot inside the cafeteria, the furthest away from all the students, hearing every rumor that flew about the place. There were rumors that the reason behind the breakup was Edward was secretly a female transvestite who had confessed to Bella about his (or her) deepest, darkest secret. Jasper choked on his own spit in laughter at that one. Another rumor was how Bella must have cheated on Edward; she found another man. Bella was a whore. Bella was a slut. Bella was this and Bella was that. Not many logical rumors.

Then again…what rumors were logical?

"He didn't come back yet?" Emmett's voice boomed and quite a few heads turned to look him. If Jasper could face palm without anyone noticing he would have. So much for being discreet. Emmett flashed a peace sign at some of the humans before he sat down next to Rosalie, giving the gorgeous blonde a kiss.

"No," Alice sighed and folded her paper into neat little squares.

"Where did he go?" Jasper asked, his interest piqued.

"To her house," Rosalie said with a sigh, rolling one apple around her tray. It hit the ocean of mashed potatoes and gravy and she wrinkled her nose at the horrid smell of two dirt foods combining to make shit scent.

Emmett rolled his eyes. "Dude," he complained, "Bros before hoes!"

Jasper felt his irritation rise at the word but his wife spoke for him, narrowing her lovely golden eyes. "Bella is no hoe," she growled.

Rosalie snorted. "No she's a home wrecker."

"Aw shit, here we go again," Emmett grumbled and even Jasper had to agree. He could feel the animosity the two women had for each other: so thick that one could cut it with a knife. Alice adored Bella like another sister. If Jasper wanted to be honest with himself, he would even say that Alice saw Bella as a replacement for her own lost sister Cynthia. Rosalie meanwhile, continually saw Bella as a threat not only to the tentative family the Cullens had created, but a threat to the coven's very existence. And trying to find an even ground between the two women was like being in the middle of the Battle of Verdun: a fucking death wish.

Jasper sent a wave of calm to his ferocious wife and to Rosalie before the two could drag both him and Emmett into this fight and his wife turned her liquid nitrogen glare onto him. Jasper cleared his throat. "Alice," he purred, "is there anything you could see? Anything at all?"

He could sense a tinge of irritation at him using his power on her but that was quickly swallowed by a tiny hint of glee. "Yes," she chirped, clapping her hands together. "I could see one thing: the Black Paradigm might come. At least, I saw the black cloaks they wear."

The three of them froze but it was Rosalie who spoke first. She leaned in, long blonde locks trechously close to being dipped in the sad excuse of a Salisbury steak. "Are you fucking mental?" she hissed. "How can you be so happy about them?"

Emmett raised one eyebrow. "Uh…Alice," he began, "those are the people that go crazy popping pills, killing vampires. Volturi's greatest threat. Where does being happy come into play here?"

"Honey," Jasper began as Alice turned her head to ever so slowly look at him. The act was incredibly creepy, even to him. "The Black Paradigm isn't something to be happy about. We have to move if they come near us again."

Alice smiled. "Then we'll kill them," she said simply. "It's what our kind has always done when danger strays to close. I'm just saying, when worse comes to worst; the Black Paradigm will be there. "

Jasper's arm tightened around Alice. He would never allow those mass murderers anywhere near his wife. He would kill them all, even if it was with his dying last breath. He saw a glimpse of the same feeling in Emmett's eyes as he threw one burly arm around his wife, gently pulling Rosalie back from her "beat-the-shit-out-of-Alice" stance. Alice sighed and rested her head against him. "Don't worry everyone," she murmured. "Everything will be alright. I know will be."

Emmett and Rosalie nodded in agreement but Jasper could tell everyone here was lying. Their emotions said it all. He took a deep, shuddering breath and Alice looked up at him, curious. "I need to hunt," he whispered low so that only they could hear him. The three nodded and Alice moved, allowing him to stand up. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze goodbye before he turned and walked away.

It was partly truth: being in such close proximity with humans made Jasper unbelievably hungry sometimes. Most of the time. But the main reason he was leaving was because of the lie. Jasper wanted honesty, even if it was more horrible then a well crafted lie. And this little charade Alice was playing…it wouldn't last for long. That much, he knew.