|COMING HOME outtakesALICE AND JASPER
Author: M.S.Carol PM
Leaves off where Chapter 10 of Coming Home Leaves off. After a crazy night in Vegas...Alice and Jasper who have just met end up in a crazy night ending up getting married by a Lady Gaga impersonator. Drama ensues...Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Alice & Jasper - Words: 3,288 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 7 - Published: 06-19-11 - id: 7098944
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ALL TWILIGHT CHARACTERS BELONG TO SM. THE STORY IS MINE.
So as promised here is the chapter from Alice and leaves off where Chapter 10 ended. There will be one more chapter following after this one unless more are requested.
M S CAROL
Chapter 1 (Outtake Coming Home)
"Why did you come here?" he asked me in an angry tone.
I had followed him and he didn't even notice but I couldn't just leave him in this bar as he drank another scotch.
"Jasper, I want to talk," I almost had to scream over the noise of men drinking and hollering at the bartender for more. This place appeared to be one of those themed bars that Jack Sparrow was bound to pop out from and ask 'why all the brandy is gone.'
"For what," he choked out without looking at me. "So you can tell me that you are glad that we are divorced?"
My heart clenched. We were divorced and it ached so painfully. I had had him so willingly and now we had torn ourselves apart…because of me.
I shook my head, trying not to speak in fear that I would cry.
"Then why are you here?" he said through gritted teeth before knocking down another whiskey.
I closed my eyes, trying to swallow my pride for what I was about to say was unheard of. I was going to admit that I was wrong.
"I made a mistake," I whispered.
I heard the glass slam against the bar and Jasper almost falling from his stool as he tried to get up. He was walking out the door and I wasn't sure why until I realized he probably thought that us being together had been a mistake.
Stupid Alice, I told myself.
Out on the cold street the sounds of the cars rushed by, even so late at night and the city was very much alive, full of lovers and broken hearts.
"Jasper!" I hollered, running after him. "Please you didn't understand."
He kept walking.
"Oh I understood perfectly sweetheart," he said as he continued to walk down the side walk. "You regret ever fuckin' meeting me. Well you are free to do whatever the hell you want and I am free to walk away."
He was walking so quickly that I started to literally run after him. God my mother would kill me for looking so desperate. The Brandon women don't chase after men, she would always tell me. But I didn't care. I needed him and I needed to show him that. For he was my everything. Everything we had talked branded my mind with him.
Finally, he had to stop by a light and I was about to touch his arm when my shoe got stuck in a crack in the sidewalk causing me to lose my balance and fall.
I felt the red flash of pain as my ankle had twisted and torn. I whimpered in agony feeling so many forms of pain, one being the throbbing pain of my ankle and the other of his possible rejection.
"Alice," I heard him holler. He hurried to me. His expression filled with concern over me. He bent down the pain was still so much. I could hear myself just sobbing.
"I'm so sorry," he said rubbing my ankle.
I shook my head.
"Don't apologize, please," I continued with my frustrated sobs. "It's my own stupid fault. I can't even apologize without messing up."
He helped me, I could barely stand but at least it gave me an excuse to hold onto him. What a desperate fool I had become.
"It's starting to swell," he said referring to my ankle. "I think I need to take you to the hospital."
My hand grasped his shirt. I hated hospitals from the sanitary smell to the long wait.
"I can wait. It's just minor. I can go to the doctor tomorrow."
He shook his head.
"This is not up for negotiating," he said in earnest.
He cradled me into his arms and asked me to hail a cab. The pain was still ever present but being next to his warm skin and smell lessened the pain.
At the hospital he helped me into wheelchair they had given me out the door. He walked to the nurse and let them know what happened.
"Here are the forms," the nurse behind the desk said not looking at us. Probably jaded from nights of working in an overcrowded room of sick people who didn't want to be here. "I will put you on the list. It might be a while."
I looked around there was so many people in chairs all so tired and half-dead looking.
He sat down again next to me. My ankle continued to throb to the point I had to remove my beautiful blue shoes.
"They want you to fill out the form," he said. He gave me the form and as usual, I couldn't read without my glasses and since I had cried my eyes out earlier I had removed my contacts.
"Umm, I don't have my reading glasses," I said feeling like an old lady. "Can you help me?"
He let out a frustrated sigh and tugged his beautiful blonde hair. It seemed there was an internal struggle going on and I hoped and prayed he wouldn't just call Bella and leave me here to rot with the rest of these poor souls.
"Okay," he said without looking at me.
I felt a smile pull at the corner of my lips as he agreed to help me.
I looked down he didn't even know my middle name.
I guess he had a lot to learn too.
I closed my eyes and whispered.
"Alice Ian Brandon," I said.
"Ian?" he asked. "What an unusual middle name."
I chuckled and shook my head.
"It belonged to my great grandpa," I said in raspy voice. "Every grandchild in the Brandon family has that as their middle name."
"I see," he said. "He must have been very important to the family then?"
I smiled again thinking about all the stories that had been passed along of great grandpa Brandon and the great Second War.
"We wouldn't be here without him," I said. "He sacrificed his life for his children to survive. Ever since then, all the kids onward have Ian as a middle name."
"So if I meet a Brandon with that as a middle name…"
"There is a good change he is a relative…at least a distant cousin."
He continued scanning through the paper filling out the obvious and asking me as we went.
"It's asking about how many sexual partners you have had…these past five years," he said.
"What?" I asked. "Where?"
I tried to look at the paper but couldn't see.
"They just want to know if there are any STDs to worry about."
I took a deep breath.
"I'm always faithful to the one I am with," I said feeling embarrassed.
"I think they want a number, darling," he said.
I couldn't help but feel an attachment to his use of darling but didn't like that he was trying to get it out of me.
"I've only been with two people," I confessed. "My first boyfriend who…and we had never…you know…before…and then…you know…you."
He gave me a puzzled look, leaned back in the chair and it dawned on him.
"So, you've only been with him and…me?"
I bit my lip and nodded.
"How long were you with him?" he asked.
I didn't want to talk about my ex, but I didn't want not to answer him.
"Nearly seven years," I said.
"Hmmph, I'm surprised he didn't propose," he mumbled.
I closed my eyes remembering how Rick had proposed and how it had felt so wrong.
"He did," I said. "I turned him down."
"You turned him down?" he asked. He furrowed his brow as though trying to put a puzzle together.
He took a deep breath.
"When did you break up with him?"
"Before Vegas," I answered.
He pressed his lips.
"Then I must have been the crazy rebound," he hissed getting and running his fingers through his tangled hair.
"No," I said in a pleading tone. "You don't get it."
"Any allergies?" he asked interrupting me, sitting down again.
"Penicillin," I said.
He filled out the rest of the form, finding out other things like my surgery when I was 8 because of appendicitis or that I had been taken birth control since I was 18 because I had polycystic ovarian syndrome.
After that the time continued to move slowly until it was almost two in the morning.
"Ms. Brandon," A tall white nurse said aloud.
Jasper strolled me to the door.
"We can take her from here," she said with a cold voice.
"Oh please let him come with me," I pleaded. I didn't want to be there alone.
"Only family can come in," the nurse said.
I looked down feeling another wave of sudden come over me. He wasn't mine anymore.
"She's my wife," I herd Jasper tell the nurse. "Newlyweds."
My heart clenched in my chest again. The sound of him calling me his wife had made so happy until I realized that I was now the ex-wife and that our period of newlyweds was already gone.
"Okay come in," The nurse said. She didn't seem to care.
He took me home after everything was done. The apartment was dark, cold and it felt empty. I knew that Bella was probably over at Edward's place and knowing how those two were crazy for each other I had come to accept that I would probably not see her so often. I am sure my friend didn't even realize just how much in love she was with Edward. And I could see their lives before me, they would eventually wed and have a girl and two boys. Then I though about my future and everything was blank, so uncertain and it felt impossible to determine what would happen next.
Jasper helped me with my crutches and picked me up.
"Where is your room?" he asked. He wasn't looking at me. He was just helping me because no one else was around. I never had felt so unwanted.
"The one on the left," I whispered sounding defeated.
My leg was wrapped, it hadn't broken but the doctor said I couldn't put weight on it for the next couple of weeks, which meant no work for me. I didn't mind it. I was tired of my job.
In my room, he saw the flowers he had sent me. They were dried in a vase but still the yellow ribbon was beautifully wrapped and if he had picked them first hand he would know.
He didn't mention the flowers but I am sure he saw them.
He put me in bed and left my heels by the door.
"Well Alice," he said. "Do you need anything else?"
You, I thought.
I shook my head.
"Well I should get going then."
I stood up abruptly feeling the pain in my angle shoot up to my head.
"Woe there," I heard him speak.
"Sorry," I whispered. "Umm…please don't go. No one is here but me."
"I guess I can sleep on the couch," he said. He didn't give me a chance to protest. Instead he left me there alone in my room.
In the morning, I pulled myself out of bed. My ankle still screamed when I tried to get myself up, so I reached for my crutches.
I washed my face trying to rub away the night before but no use, I looked tired and downright miserable.
Jasper, Jasper is still here, I remembered. I used my crutches and almost launched myself into the living room.
And there he was sleeping. I immediately felt horrible, thinking that I hadn't even offered him a blanket. I watched him as he slept, so beautiful just stretched out on my couch.
What a beautiful man, I thought. And I treated him so horribly.
My necklace hung out carrying my wedding ring. I never was able to leave home without it.
What a fool I was, I loved it but couldn't accept it.
The sun started to shine and I watched as he stirred. His eyes open and at first a lazy smile appeared on his face.
"Heaven," he whispered.
I smiled and giggled.
He probably still thinks he is sleeping.
His eyes fluttered wide opened and his came to understand where he was, his forehead winkled.
"Hi," I whispered.
"I'm sorry, I guess I overslept," he said before sitting up.
"No," I said. "It's early, not even 9 a.m. yet."
He rubbed his eyes a bit more. I guess he was not a morning person.
So much to learn about him; I hope he gives me a chance…
"I should go," he said.
I tried to hide my disappointment and looked away.
"Alright," I whispered and tried to step back. He really wasn't going to give me a chance I thought until I felt his hand holding my necklace.
My heart started to thump loudly. He wasn't meant to see that.
"Alice, why do you have this?" he asked.
I swallowed trying not to panic.
"Alice," he said almost angrily. "After everything that has happened why do you have this?"
I slowly turned to face him and when I looked at him his face full of quiet desperation that caused my heart to break just a bit more and I knew I couldn't hold back, he needed to know everything.
"I can't part with it," I told him. "I took it off my finger, but everyday that I would step out that door I would come back in my room and put it in my pocket. Eventually, I got this necklace and carry it everywhere I go."
He's breathing started getting heavier again.
"But what does it mean?"
I looked away.
"That I was wrong…" I took a deep breath.
He wants it all, to bare myself completely.
"About us. You were right; we should have given us a chance. I wish we were still married."
Jasper stood up from the couch. He began to pace as though the words were too heavy for him. I watched as he pulled at his long locks.
"Fuck," I herd him curse.
"You pushed me away," he said. "Never letting me anywhere near you and now at the end you are telling me you wish things would have gone differently? I mean Alice…I tried to make you see and now when I give up is when you decide to come after me."
He paced around the room looking at me. His brows furrowed in thought.
"Is this a game for you?"
I shook my head.
"No of course not," I said feeling almost offended. "I just was a little overwhelmed but it doesn't mean I didn't feel something for you."
He shook his head at me as though he still couldn't believe his ears.
"Then why did you run away from me?" he asked with a heart broken expression. "You left me there in the middle of that store feeling like an idiot. I don't even know why I am talking to you about this…"
He grabbed his jacket and started marching to the door.
My heart started to thump inside my throat. No, he couldn't leave he needed to know.
"I got scared," I admitted a little too loudly. "I hadn't realized I was in love with you until you kissed me."
He stopped and turned around to look at me. He didn't speak so I swallowed and spoke again.
"And when I realized everything I had done to you, I couldn't believe what I had done. So I ran hating myself for hurting you. I didn't mean to leave you there. It's just I have never felt this way…so out of control so in love…it's all so new and I felt like it was driving me mad. I'm sorry."
His expression registered shock.
"You love me?" his voice quivered.
I pressed my lips. This was not how I had wanted him to find out, but it was true, I loved him.
"I do, I love you. And it kills me inside that I had you so willingly and now you are not mine."
He kept shaking his head in disbelief.
"This is not fair," he said. "I just resigned myself and then you come back and tell me…tell me…tell me that…" he paced around more, looking at me, shaking his head, looking as though he was going to have some form of panic attack "…I wish you would have given us a fair chance."
So much regret in his voice.
"I want to try," I said.
"But your lawyer threatened me," he said. "On your request."
"I don't even talk to her," I admitted. "But after seeing you again I knew I needed to swallow my pride and call everything off. So, I called her and that's when she told me that you were done with me."
I look down remembering the hours that I had cried in my room thinking I had lost him. I shivered remembering the feeling of utter abandonment.
"So I thought you finally gave up on me. It broke me to pieces thinking I had lost you. But then, I saw you on that stage pouring your sorrow out in that song and I knew I had to fight for you. So when you left the club I followed you…and you know the rest."
I felt myself trembling and closed my eyes trying to control everything. I had hurt him so much.
"I'm so sorry," I said.
I felt him. He was closer. His breath tickled my lips.
I opened my eyes. He was so close and his eyes were so tender.
"I need to go…" he whispered sweetly before giving me a soft kiss on my forehead.
I let myself feel his kiss. I wasn't sure if it was goodbye for now or forever but I let myself feel all the affection he had for me in that one touch that flood that tiny piece of skin. Finally after a long second he pulled away.
He walked towards the door and looked at me.
"I will call Bella and let her know what happened," he said. "I might stop by later to see how you are doing."
He closed the door behind him, leaving me all alone, but at least I felt something I hadn't felt the day before: Hope.
I really had wanted to give these two their happy ending but realized that they still have some ways to go. I don't think Jasper would automatically forgive him...even though I suspect he really just wants to kiss the hell out of her. Oh Characters you can't just make them live out your fantasies...at least not all the times...ehehehe. Let me know if you want another chapter of these two.