A/N Huge thanks to OoJasper'sAngeloO for her beta work on this chapter. Also, I need to tell you that most writers usually put Jasper's height at six foot or more. I don't understand why people think that's sexy or whatever but just so you know, I am using Jackson's real height as Jasper's, it will fit better with Catherine. Hope you enjoy and there is a little humor in this one.

I do not own Twilight or any of the characters but I do own Catherine.

Jasper's POV

Catherine Watts is my mate. It was like an echo going around inside of my head. What exactly does that mean for her, for me, for us? I would think about it later because Catherine was telling me that I really needed to laugh more and learn how to just "let go" as she put it. I'm guessing that she felt that there was no time like the present, as she threw soap suds at me.

I told her she might want to rethink the idea of getting the bad vampire wet. He might just attack. She was laughing hysterically by this time, so I asked her what she thought was so funny, yet caught myself laughing right along with her. She was laughing so hard she couldn't even talk. She just pointed at my head so I looked in the mirror in the nearest bathroom. I had soap bubbles on top of my head, running down.

I didn't really mind if it was the cause of her laughter, but I was gonna pretend that I was mad and see how she would react if I stalked her. I took on the look of a predator stalking its prey. She started backing up slowly and it took me a few seconds to realize that she had scooped up another handful of bubbles. Once I got a little closer to her, she threw them at me and then turned tail and ran, while laughing the whole time.

I chased her around for a few seconds before suddenly appearing in front of her. She ran right into my arms. I held her gently but firmly and then asked her what she was going to do now? She giggled and told me how very unfair it was for me to use my vampire speed to catch her, but I did find out one very important thing. She was extremely ticklish.

I picked her up and carried her to the couch where we settled. I told her that we would talk tomorrow. Right now, she needed to rest, relax and that we could just watch a movie before she went to sleep. I decided a comedy would be perfect, I wanted to hear her laughter.

We settled on "Angels In The Outfield". Peter loved comedy and so had a bunch of old Disney movies. I was going to make sure that we watched all of them at least twice. I needed to hear her laugh. We had only gotten thirty minutes into the movie before she fell asleep. She had laid down and put her feet in my lap.

I stopped the movie and picked her up and carried her up to the room I had decided would be hers. It was actually mine and it was on the top floor. I made sure that the heat was on in her room. I know it sounds silly for a vampire to put a heater in the house but Peter said that it would be needed.

Now was the time for me to think about the fact that she and I are mates. What did that mean for us. It meant that we were made for each other, she's my other half and I am hers. It meant that while I knew what she is to me, she wouldn't. She'll feel attraction, desire and eventually love. For vampires, the love came quickly, for humans, it would also happen quickly.

Bella felt the attraction immediately towards Edward and even quicker for him, but it still took time and work. Especially since Edward left her for a few months. She felt the need to be close to him and touch him. She also needed to be with him intimately, or at least she wanted to be with him. But his morals wouldn't allow that until they were married.

That won't be happening with us. That is if she would ever want me that way. Then again why would she? I'm nothing but a scarred freak. That's what Edward always calls me, but of course never in front of Esme. So I doubt that we'll ever be together. Maybe Edward is right, I'm just a scarred freak that is also a monster.

Maybe I should just leave before she wakes up. I'll leave her a note saying that I had to leave and that she can stay here as long as she needs a place to stay. I'll tell Peter and Char to fix up a job for her so that she can at least have money. At least this way I'll save her the embarrassment of telling me she can't stand to look at me. The longer I thought about it the more right it sounded. I needed to leave and let her have a normal life.

I got up and went to the desk and pull paper out to start writing a note. My phone went off of course and it was Peter, "What the fuck do you think you're doin'? You find your mate and your just goin' to up and leave her? It will hurt her beyond what you can imagine. She already feels something for you, you idiot!"

"How is she gonna feel when she sees what a scarred monster I am? I get enough of that from the family. It would kill me to feel that from her as well."

"She'll love you no matter what. Its already too late Jasper. The connection has been made and it could destroy her if you left. Don't you remember how bad Bella was after Edward left her? You were the one to tell me how bad she got. Do you really want to put your mate through that? How about you give her a chance to get to know the real you and let her decide if you are worth her attention. Like I said, its already too late for her, she feels the connection already. Don't destroy her, you'll regret it for the rest of your existence if you do leave without at least givin' her a chance to know you."

At that last statement, it was as if she knew. She was at the bottom of the stairs and with the saddest look in her eyes she said, "You're leaving aren't you? I can feel your sadness and your self-hatred. Just please don't leave, this is your place. Just bring me my clothes and I'll be out of your way as soon as I'm dressed."

I knew then Peter was right. It was too late, the bond was already there. I hung up with Peter telling him I'd call him back later. This type of bond is only created between mates, true mates that is. Its hard to explain, but its like we know what each other is feeling, as well as sensing what each other needs at any given time.

I know I'm an empath and therefore can feel her emotions, but this goes deeper. Its like I can look at her and see her soul, her heart. I can see, just by looking at her, that she is truly and completely trusting me. That's why she said that she can see that something has happened to me that has affected me deeply and caused me pain. The bond is there.

I quickly ran up the stairs because in the minute I have been standing there thinking about all of this she mistook it to mean that I was agreeing with her. I caught up to her just before she entered her room. I gently took her arm and turned her around. Her face was wet with her tears and I could feel her heart was breaking.

I lifted her chin so she had to look at me, "Darlin', I'm sorry about what I was feeling earlier. I will admit that I was thinking about leaving. Not because of you, but because of me. I'm nothing but a scarred monster. I have scars all over my body and I have murdered hundreds without remorse. I'm a monster and you shouldn't want to even be around me. I'm dangerous and have little to no control. But, as long as you want me to stay here with you, I will. I promise, I won't leave, at least not for long. I'll always come back."

I felt first shock, then pain, emotional pain and then anger. I thought at first she was angry with me, until I realized that it wasn't directed at me. Another few seconds and she spoke up, "Jasper, I don't know who did this to you, or why, but I could never see you as a monster. If that was true then I would be dead already because either you wouldn't have saved me from that creep, or you would have killed him and then drained me. You have more control than any other vampire I have seen with the exception of the doctor. Why in the hell would you believe yourself to have no control when you cleaned my wound and took care of me? As for the scars, I don't care. If you would believe that I wouldn't want to be around you, or be repulsed, just because of your scars, then you must think very little of me. You have the most beautiful heart I have ever seen. I am honored to be your friend and I can't wait until I get to know even more about you. As for your past wrongs, well, they are exactly that; in the past. I don't care. You want to know what I see when I look at you? Well, I'm going to tell you whether you want me to or not.

I see a man who has been to hell and back. I see a man who has been hurt, used and is still being used by someone. I see a man who is lonely and just wants to be accepted and to feel like he's important to someone, anyone. I see a man who wants to know what its like to be loved and cared for, just once in his very long life and lastly, I see a man who wants to feel useful, without feeling used. If I ever get to meet the ones responsible for what you are going through, I will do whatever it takes to beat their asses into the ground. Now you stop with the talking garbage about yourself and give me a hug please."

Yep, there's the bond I was talking about. I opened my arms and she quickly stepped into my embrace. I expected her to stiffen at the coldness of my body but instead, she snuggled into my chest. This was perfect, she is perfect.

I'm not as tall as Edward but this tiny four foot ten inch girl fits my five foot eight frame and makes me feel like I'm the tallest man ever. She makes me feel like a man and not a monster. No she makes me feel like a King, someone who is worthy of her attention.

Then I felt her shaking and thought she was getting cold until smelled her tears. Through the bond I could feel she was hurting deeply and wondered who had hurt her. I had to ask, "Who hurt you this badly?"

Her arms around my waist tightened and it was a minute before she could answer but the answer she gave was one I never expected, "Oh Jasper its not me I'm weeping for. I'm weeping for you. It hurts so bad to see how deeply you've been hurt. You have such a kind heart and I promise, I'm going to show you that you deserve better. I don't know why its so important for me to help you, but I am going to do whatever it takes to get you to see how special you are."

I had no words except to send her what she was making me feel, acceptance and it was real and honest without wanting anything from me, except my friendship. We stayed like that for a long time in each others embrace, saying nothing.

After a few minutes I felt her fatigue and pulled back enough to pick her up and carried her back to her bed. I tucked her in and told her to rest, we would talk tomorrow after she was up and had eaten. She smiled and then gave me a kiss on my cheek, "Jasper, you are so special and I'm going to show you as well as tell you every single day until you believe me."

She fell asleep shortly after that. I decided that I needed to take care of something to make sure that I could take care of her properly. I went into Peter's room where he had a laptop. We had set up everything needed to receive Wi Fi. I booted the laptop up and started my search.

About nine am she started to stir and finally got up. I heard as she went into the bathroom and started taking care of her human needs. I couldn't go up there as I was busy making sure her first morning was going to be a good one. At least she would have a good meal waiting for her. I only hope that I did it right, as this was my first time on my own to cook.

I wasn't real sure about some of the things that I had cooked. The toast for one didn't look like what I had seen Bella and then later Nessie eat. Neither did the pancakes for that matter. Neither one really had instructions, just pour the batter into the pan and wait until it has bubbles, then flip.

Catherine was finally coming downstairs and I couldn't wait to see her face when she saw what I had done. I had made eggs and bacon like I did last night and then added the toast and pancakes. At least the eggs and bacon were done the same way, but then I thought that maybe she might want something different.

I had placed all of the food on the table and then set her a place to eat. Now all I had to do was stand here and wait until she came in. I knew that she would follow the smell, even though I couldn't for the life of me figure out how she could eat this shit, or even handle the smell, but she is human after all.

I watched as she walked in and she looked at the table and then at me. When her eyes met mine, her whole face lit up. She is so fucking beautiful when she smiles, "Good morning darlin', I hope you're hungry. I fixed breakfast for you. Please come and sit down."

I pulled out the chair for her and she thanked me as she sat down. I decided to sit with her and we could talk while she ate. After she was done, then we would talk about what was going on with each other. I wanted her to understand why I am the way that I am. And I knew she had something going on with herself as well.

I watched as she put some eggs and then bacon on her plate. Then she reached for the toast and then just kind of got a funny look on her face before taking a piece and looking at it. She got a funny smile on her face before asking, "Ah. .Jasper I think that I will pass on the toast."

Then she reached for the pile of pancakes and when she brought the plate closer to her she started to snicker. I could feel her amusement and then she said she wasn't that hungry and started eating the eggs and bacon. When she saw me frown she enlightened me, "Jasper I'm really sorry, but there's no way I can eat toast that is well, lets just say that it might have been toasted for too long. The pancakes look fine as far as the cooking goes, but it looks like you used the whole pan to cook one. They are huge, and square. Even one might be too much for me. I do need to ask though what did you put in the batter?"

"Well, it said that to make the pancakes more interesting that you could add things to give it more flavor and or color. I saw this and thought it would look nice in the pancakes." I explained as I handed her the bottle that I had used.

Her snickering turned into a groan and then after a few seconds she started laughing, hard. It was a minute before she could finally talk, "Jasper, I love the fact that you were trying to do something sweet for me. I love that you want to take care of me, but I have to be honest and tell you that I'm glad I didn't try the pancakes. While they do look pretty with this stuff in them, I would have never been able to eat them and if I had taken a bite my whole mouth would be on fire or at least feel like it. This is crushed red pepper and by the looks of it you put almost a third of the jar in the batter. It would have burned my mouth. If you're going to be cooking for me, I'm going to have to teach you how to use things like this."

"OK I can understand that much, but what's wrong with the toast?" I asked a little sad that I had messed up.

"Its black Jasper. Toast is supposed to be light brown, or at least that's the way I like it. You cooked it too long or something, but the rest looks and tastes great." she replied.

I guess she knew how badly I felt at having messed up. She got up and wrapped her arms around me. She buried her face into my chest and then pulling back said, "No one has cared enough about me to even try to make sure I was taken care of. Thank you Jasper for at least trying. I love that you did. Please don't be upset. I think its kind of funny, sweet and wonderful."

"See that just proves my point. You are special. How many vampires would have fed me instead of feeding off of me? This is the beginning of the first day that I'm going to be telling you every single day that you are special."

"Thank you for believing that, but I doubt that I will and I know my family never will believe that. Now are you finished laughing at my breakfast? If not then I'm sure I can ruin something else for you to laugh at." I told her jokingly.

"Jasper, are you saying that your family has brought all of this pain that I see on you? Surely, at least someone in your family cares about you. Come on, lets get settled in the living room and you can tell me about who and what is going on and I'll tell you about my life if you're interested that is."

Might as well get it over with. The sooner she knows everything, the sooner she can make me leave. Then again, maybe she'll stay anyway. I know one thing for certain, I have to find a way to get her to stay. Then I'll have to woo her and get her to see that if she'll chose to be with me, I'll treat her like a queen. If only she'll chose me. . .

A/N Please let me know your thoughts. Hope you caught that the mating thing is different in this story. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and added this story to their alerts and favorites. I love you guys.