A/N A huge thanks to OoJasper'sAngeloO for her beta work. Thanks girl for helping with the story and for being my friend, I love ya girl. I forgot to mention that most of the story will be in Jasper's POV, although there will be some parts in others POV. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.

Jasper's POV

I knew by her emotions that she was telling the truth. She knew enough about my kind to know the difference between human and animal drinkers. That I have to admit scared the fuck out of me. If the Volturi were to ever find out that she knew and wasn't turned or killed, well every single vampire that knew her would also be destroyed.

I wasn't really frightened for myself. I didn't really care, but for some fucked up reason I did care about what happened to her. There were so many questions, but everything could wait. She needed that wound taken care of and she needed a hot bath, clean clothes and a good nights rest in a warm bed.

Peter was right about one thing, she was losing more blood than I thought at the beginning. I could smell it and I was starting to think maybe I should call Carlisle. At least he could help her better than I could, but the thought of her being subjected to the family drama seemed unfair to her.

There was another reason I didn't want to involve any of the family. In the few minutes we have been together, I have felt freer and peaceful for the first time since I was turned. She is like a light in my darkness and I wanted to bask in it for as long as I could. If the family found out, they would take her away from me.

But I had to know, "You mean to tell me you know what I am and you still came with me, even to the point of getting in my truck. And now you're willing to go to my cabin, alone with me? When did you know what I am?"

"The second you put your arm around me. Once you have touched a vampire you never forget what it feels like. Although with you, you don't feel as cold as I remember. I'm not sure I can really explain it, but somehow I know I can trust you." she said with confidence.

"You don't even know me. How can you trust me?" I asked.

"I'm not really sure, except that when I looked into your eyes I see someone who is hurting deeply and just wants to be accepted. Like you said, we all have problems, the only difference between you and I is that my problem can be seen on the outside, yours takes someone who can see your heart. Jasper I don't know what has happened to you, but I know that you're hurting more than you want anyone to know. I also know that we both have more questions than answers now. How about we take a few days to talk. I'll tell you everything you want to know and you can talk to me and tell me what's going on with you, if you want to that is." she said.

"Just so you know, if you turn your back on me or I turn my back on you I won't be able to hear you. Your voice is too deep for me to be able to hear you unless I can read your lips. I hope that doesn't bother you? It bothers most humans because they keep having to repeat what they say."

"Of course it won't bother me. I'm a vampire so I won't forget. But are you sure you want to hang around someone who has a lot of baggage he's carrying around?" I asked her with hope in my heart for the first time that there might just be someone who won't reject me.

"I think we both seem to have baggage. I have a disability that keeps me from making friends easily. You would be surprised at how many people get irritated because I can't hear them. And of course I miss out on the conversations completely when several people are all talking. Besides, I could use a friend, since I don't have any at the moment." she replied.

I squeezed her hand just to let her know that I was her friend. It was then that I made the firm decision that I was going to try to get her to stay at the cabin. I liked that she was comfortable around me and was treating me with respect as well. I wanted to stay with her just to feel the acceptance she was sending out by the bucketfuls.

Of course my phone went off and I checked it to make sure it wasn't Peter, but of course I already knew it wasn't. Sure enough it was Alice. I decided to ignore it for now. I wasn't about to let her ruin this time with Catherine. This was my time to feel needed and accepted just because I'm someone who has feelings. And for the first time in my vampire life, someone actually cared about my feelings.

Oh it wasn't love, not at this point but I have never felt these emotions that she's sending me, directed at me and I was going to enjoy this time. Right now though she had things that she needed and I was going to make sure that she was taken care of.

She would need some clothes. The ones she had on did in fact stink. I wasn't really sure that they would survive being washed, but she deserved to have something nice to wear for once and I would make sure that she did. Even though I have a feeling that it was going to be hard to find the right size for her. With her being so tiny and yet having all the curves that a pretty gal like her should have, well, they don't normally make clothes that small without taking into account her womanly attributes.

It was hard to tell with the baggy sweatshirt she was wearing, but I could see that she was shapely. I really need to stop that train of thought right now. So I decided that I would need to stop and get at least a first-aid kit. I knew there was a drug store in the little town just before coming to the little house were the truck is usually kept so I decided to stop there.

When I pulled in I felt her start to panic, "Darlin' what's wrong? I'm just stopping to get some supplies so I can dress that wound of yours."

I felt her settle down. I did ask her if she wanted to go inside and then I felt her shame at the same time she looked down at her clothes, "I'll just stay in the truck if you don't mind. I don't want to embarrass you by being seen with you."

That just fucking pissed me off. I took my free hand since the other was still holding hers and turned her so that she had to look at my face, "Darlin', you could never embarrass me. I just don't fucking care what anyone else thinks, I would be proud to be seen with you. You are pretty, even now. You see, I don't see the outside, I just see your emotions and your heart. I'll explain what I mean later when you have been taken care of. In the meantime, please know that you have nothing to be ashamed of. I do though, but again that's for later. You sit in the truck and I promise I'll be right back. Will you stay here and wait?"

She nodded and I kissed the back of her hand before letting go. I don't know why I did it, it just felt right at the time. I quickly got out and ran inside making quick work of grabbing everything I could think of that might be needed. I was in and out in five minutes, I was scared that she might try to leave not wanting to cause me problems.

As soon as I was back on the road I once again took her hand in mine. She smiled at me when I did and it warmed my cold dead heart at the thought that I had actually made someone smile and that smile was for me alone.

We both just stayed quiet knowing we both had questions and that while they would get answered it would have to wait until she had been taken care of. Once I got the truck past the trees and rough terrain that led to the dirt road to the cabin, it didn't take long to get there.

She seemed to be in awe of the place. We did kind of over do it. It was three stories high with the two top stories being only bedrooms and bathrooms. More like suites. The bottom floor also had a bedroom but it was much smaller than the other two and didn't have a joining bathroom. We actually used it as a game room, entertainment room as well.

After getting her inside and sitting her down on the couch I used my vampire speed to get the food inside. I told her that I would put it away later, but right now I needed to check her wound out. I wasn't sure if I should have her shower first or clean it first but I did need to look at it. If it was too bad then I would be taking her to the hospital.

There was a problem though. One I hadn't even really thought about. It was right next to her right breast. It had cut through her bra, and so it was soaked with blood. I decided that I would need Char's help and quickly. Fortunately I had clothes here and gave her one of my button up shirts. I told her to take her shirt and bra off and then put the shirt on. She could pull it all the way over to cover her breasts, and I could work on the wound from the open side.

While she was in the bathroom changing I make a quick call to Char telling her what was needed. She told me not to worry that she knew a designer that specialized in petite women's clothing and that they shipped overnight. She would also take care of undergarments for her.

When Catherine came out I quickly slipped in and got her bra size. I texted the info to Char. Now it was time to deal with the blood and her wound. In the meantime, my phone kept going off and I finally decided to just turn it the fuck off at least until I could talk without being overheard. There was also another reason, I didn't want to tell anyone about Catherine and I needed to come up with a cover story.

The wound wasn't as bad as I thought it was, it just bled a lot. It wouldn't really need stitches, so I didn't have to worry about taking her to the hospital, but touching her so close to her breast sent shivers up and down my body. I couldn't stop my body's reaction to her. At least she couldn't see the hard on in my pants. Stupidly I allowed my thoughts to roam and I could see myself touching her with my fingers, my tongue.

But she needed to shower and get cleaned up and then eat a hot meal. None of the sandwich bullshit, she needed a hot meal. She was a little on the thin side. The problem with that? I couldn't cook, at all. I decided to just let her look through some of the shit I had gotten which is some of the same things Esme kept on stock when Bella was still human and now with Nessie.

I took her to Char and Peter's room knowing that Char kept shampoo, conditioner and soap for herself. Char was much larger than this petite girl, that and the thought of her wearing something of mine sent even more shivers through me so, I handed her a t-shirt of mine along with some boxers that I kept. I told her to take her time and wash her hair. I promised her that I would help her brush it out as it was really long.

I also made her throw her clothes out so I could start washing them. They were actually hard in some places, being crusted with dirt. I decided to hell with it and threw them in the trash. She was going to be taken care of properly and the first thing was getting her new clothes. Sides' I kind of liked the idea of her wearing my clothes, all the time. Hey I maybe a vampire, but I'm a man as well. At least that's how she makes me feel.

I decided to check my phone. I needed to let the family know that I was alright and that I might be staying with Peter and Char for a few days. This wasn't unusual for me I have done this off and on. Whenever I become overwhelmed or something happens that sets the family against me, like a slip, then I have always come here.

The messages I got were not what I expected. There were like twenty calls from the whole family wanting to know how many humans I had killed. There were several texts as well asking the same thing. Apparently, my future had gone black according to Alice.

I sighed and then decided to call Rose as she is usually the one on my side. The phone only rang one time before she was yelling at me for making her worry. Apparently, when the family didn't hear from me since Alice's visions of me went black, they were now out looking for me and or the bodies I left behind.

Bella and Nessie of course stayed behind. I knew that since it had rained that they would lose my trail. For that I was grateful as I didn't want my time with Catherine to be over just yet. Then Rose explained more about what had happened with Alice's vision of me. She saw me running and then saw me go into the store. Once I went out of the store she said suddenly all she could see was herself, looking for me. It happened every single time she would focus on me trying to see me.

I silently said a prayer of gratitude to whomever it was that was giving me this chance to be with the tiny human girl that was already deeply embedded into my heart. I just couldn't imagine tainting her with the likes of Alice, Edward or Carlisle. The rest I think would actually like her. Unfortunately, they were controlled by the first three.

I told Rose to let the family know that I hadn't killed anyone and wasn't planning on doing so in the near future. Then I told her I would be staying with my friends for at least a few days and that I really needed this time away from the family. She understood, but of course the family wouldn't. I also told her to not bother trying to contact me, since I didn't bring my charger my phone would be dead soon.

While it was true that I didn't bring my charger with me, I did have an extra one here. I needed to be able to reach Peter or Char if necessary and of course to get any messages that Peter might have for me. I wouldn't be answering for any of the Cullens, not even Rose. I kept that information to myself though.

I knew it was time to go when I heard Alice's high pitched squeaking demanding to talk to her "mate". I just didn't understand her. She says we are mates, but then can't stand to see me without clothes. Surely the scars wouldn't matter if she really was my mate. No, I had no desire to talk to her or answer any questions. I quickly told Rose I would call in a few days and hung up.

When Catherine came out her hair was hanging past her butt. It badly needed brushing which I was almost wanting to beg her to let me do for her. Now that the dirt was gone I could see that it was a golden blonde with streaks of gold and silver highlights throughout. It also appeared to be curly, but not too curly. The curls fell softly down her back.

Her face, which had seen a lot of sun apparently, was tanned while her arms and legs were a creamy white. Now that she was here, maybe I could get her to get some sun on the rest of her body. I could only hope that she would want to consider this her home from now on.

I took a few minutes and brushed her hair, which was very soft. Once the tangles were out, I braided it for her to keep it out of her face. Then I explained to her that I couldn't cook but decided to ask her to teach me. I wanted to take care of her in every way possible.

After looking at the food I had gotten she decided on a simple meal of scrambled eggs, with bacon, toast and orange juice. I made her sit with her arguing with me that I didn't need to cook that she was perfectly capable of cooking for herself. It took me begging and using "puppy dog eyes" to get her to relent and sit down.

She told me what to do, but a couple of times she laughed at me, like when she told me to beat the eggs. I had no fucking clue what she was talking about, let alone why in the fuck anyone would want to beat up eggs. She laughed at me as she showed me the utensil to use to scramble the eggs.

While I was busy cooking she shared a couple of stories of her first few times cooking. I had to laugh when she told me about her first pancake that ended up not on the floor, but on top of her adopted father's feet, when she tried to flip it like her adopted mother did.

It took me a couple of times to realize something, I was laughing. I couldn't remember the last time I laughed. It felt so fucking good and I realized I never wanted it to end and I also realized something else. Something that almost knocked me to my knees. Catherine Watts is my mate. . .

A/N Please let me know what you think. Just so everyone knows, in this story the mate thing will be different. No "pull" just plain old attraction. It will be explained some in the next chapter. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and added this story to their favorites and alerts. Love you guys.