A. N. Peter is 24 and Charlotte is 22


Jasper: Who's in my house?

Me: You'll have to wait and see.

Jasper: But it's my house!

Me: So? Your point is?

Jasper: You don't own us.

Me: *shrugs* I know, Stephenie Meyers does.

Jasper: So, you're not gonna tell me?

Me: Nope! Now let the readers read!




"What are you doing here?" Bella demanded.

"Bells? What's –" Emmett began only to be cut off. He was sitting upright in his bed. His looked completely confused and for a second I felt incredibly bad for him, since he was right in between these two women.

"I asked you a question." She spat agitatedly. Sending a vicious glared towards Rosalie who was sitting on the side of the bed that was farthest from the door. Her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and her features were covered in shock.

"I –I…" Rosalie stammered while quickly standing from the bed.

I placed a comforting hand on Bella's shoulder and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Darlin', ya need to calm down." But this only seemed to make her angrier.

"Calm down? That…that thing!" She pointed towards Rosalie but kept her eyes directly on me. "Has the gall to be near him after what she said!" Her beautiful pale skin turning red with anger as she looked back to glare at Rosalie again.

"I came to –" Rosalie tried to speak but was cut off.

"I don't care what you came here to do. Get away from my brother." She hissed.

"Isabella!" Emmett jeered causing Bella head to snap in his direction. "Get out."

"Wha-" She staggered back as if she'd been hit. Her face suddenly held a mixture of confusion, fear, and sorrow.

"I said leave. I can't even believe how you're acting." He looked towards Rosalie with worry. Tears were gathered in her eyes and I had the urge to scoff at her. "You okay?" He asked her gently.

"Em Bear…" Bella's voice was strained.

"I said leave, Isabella." He didn't even look at her, but me, I saw it all.

The tears slid from her eyelids, flowing restlessly down her cheeks. Her features contorted as if she were in incredible amounts of pain. She looked as if she was stabbed in the chest, and it pained me to see her like that. Her chest heaved heavily as if she could no longer breathe, and she wrapped her arms around her small frame like she was trying to hold herself together. A choked sob broke from her lips as she turned and ran from the room, brushing past me as she scurried out the door.

Anger suddenly coursed through me. I could feel the heat radiating off of my skin as I stomped my way over to where Emmet sat on the bed. I grabbed his shirt and pulled till our faces were a foot away from each other. I snapped my head to the side to look over at Rosalie and spoke to her first.

"You. Go sit over there." I gave a stiff nod with my head towards the chair. She didn't question me, just hurriedly walked to where I told her to sit.

"And you." I said, my face in Emmett's again. "How could you do that to Bella? You were sticking up for a girl you didn't even know. Why? Just because she's good looking!" I spat at him.

"T-that's not-" He stuttered but I didn't let him continue.

"Do you know what she said to your sister earlier today? Huh? Do you!" I seethed, daring him to challenge me.

"She came to apologize. I-" Again I cut him off. I couldn't stand listening to his pathetic excuses.

"If you weren't injured I'd beat the crap out of you. You just broke your sister's heart. You should only hope she forgives you. But, I do hope you enjoy the company you are left with. She can be the one to clean you up and bandage you again. Don't worry though, I'll have the doctor come check on ya tomorrow." I released his shirt and let him collapse back into the bed. Tears were in his eyes and horror covered his features.

I turned on my heel and stalked towards the door. "You can feed him to." I muttered to Rosalie as I slammed the door behind me. The door rattled in the frame at the force I used.

I checked Bella's room to see if she went in there but it was empty so I went downstairs. I checked every room and began to panic when she was in none of them. I rushed outside the front door and began to call out her name when I heard the muffled sobs. I followed the heart wrenching sound until I found her.

She sat curled up on the bench that was in the flower garden my mother had made in my back yard. The lilies and roses were full bloom and it would have been a beautiful sight if not for the broken girl that sit there. She had her knees pulled to her chest, her arms wrapped around them, and her body shook violently as if she were having a seizure. The noises emitting from her were pain filled and they shook me to my core.

Tied up several feet away was Delilah, Rosalie's horse. No wonder we didn't realize she was here.

I took long strides to reach Bella and when I got close enough I could hear she was mumbling something over and over again.

"He hates me. I'm alone. He hates me…" She would say in between sobs.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me, rocking her back and forth slightly as I did so. I felt her tears wet my shirt as she buried her head into my chest. I let her cry for a while before I spoke to her.

"Bella, he doesn't hate you. Actually he probably hates himself for yellin at you like he did. Please stop cryin darlin'." I kept my voice soft.

Her sobs finally began to slow until she was simply whimpering. I rubbed her back and continued to whisper calming words to her. She sniffled before pulling away, and I felt a sense of loss.

"I'm sorry for wetting your shirt." She sniffled while wiping furiously at her face to rid herself of tears.

"You just had that happen to you and you're worried about ruining my shirt?" I chuckled. "You're something else." I smiled at her as her cheeks flamed red.

"I don't know what came over me. When I saw her I just got so mad…I-"

"Bella, you have nothing to be sorry for. She definitely deserved what she got, and I definitely enjoyed watching you give it to her." I gave her another smile.

"Thank you." She leaned back in and wrapped her small arms around me, burying her face in my chest again. Someone cleared their throat and we both looked up to see who it was.

"I…I just wanted to apologize for what I said before, and I wanted you to know that I never told Emmett what I said to you. Just that I needed to apologize for something I said. He didn't know, and he's sorry…" Rosalie spoke softly. She kept looking between Bella and the ground.

"Why do you care?" Bella said evenly, her eyes no longer set into a glare but looked almost as if she were defeated.

"Because I was wrong. I should have never said what I did. I-I'm so focused on my own pain…I just hurt other people. I wanted to hate you, to hate Emmett, but then I met him. He's sweet and…different. I'm not sure how to explain it." She said, smiling slightly when she mentioned Emmett's name.

"I'm not asking you to forgive me. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I needed to apologize." Rosalie finished, looking at her feet.

"I forgive you." Bella said softly. Rosalie's head snapped up to look at Bella, her brow creased with confusion. I didn't realize I was still holding on to Bella until she pulled away from me.

"Jasper, could you leave me and Rosalie alone for a minute please." She looked up at me through her lashes. I so badly wanted to say no to her but I knew I couldn't deny her. That's right the Major can handle war, blood and death, but can't say no to one woman.

"You sure, darlin'?" I questioned her in a hushed voice. She nodded slightly and I stood. "You need anything just holler and I'll be here, okay?"

"Thank you Jasper." I nodded my response turning towards Rosalie.

"You, behave." I told her before walking towards the house.

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I had decided to go into my study to read. I opened one of the windows so if Bella called for me I would be able to hear her. I picked up the book of poems that I had been reading, I know what you must be thinking…Poems? Really? Well, I enjoy reading them and analyzing the meaning. I cracked the book open before I took my seat. The evening breeze was sweet and calming as it flowed through the window, and I flipped to the next page.

Ah, my favorite. It was a poem by Lord Alfred Tennyson entitled Charge of the Light Brigade.

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

They're following their leader into battle. He is the leader of the six hundred, the Light Brigade. Tennyson wrote this about the The Battle of Balaclava, which was fought on 25th of October in 1854 during the Crimean War. What? I like to read about wars.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

A command was given and someone made a error; that someone being their leader. And although he made such an error his men, the Light Brigade, did not question him; they continued to fight.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

They faced many challenges yet they still charged head on. They fought even though they were most likely to die.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Many questioned their decisions. Why did they fight when they knew they could not win? Although they killed many of their enemies they had lost many men as well, they were no longer the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

All that was left of the six hundred was their weapons, a few men and the knowledge of their fall.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.

Their fight was legendary and they should be honored for their valiancy. They are the noble six hundred, not just the six hundred. They hold more.

I always wondered why the six hundred had so much faith in their leader. Do my men have such faith in me; that they will charge at my simple command even if it will bring them death? Maybe it's more than command and glory. I guess that the six hundred were just simply following orders.

To tell you the truth, this poem helped me decide to go into the army. The six hundred were courageous, which is something tricky to figure. They did not question their leader. They might not have even known why they were supposed to charge, yet they did. Anyone can have courage, but honor is the real reason you do something or you don't. If you die trying for something important then you have both honor and courage and that's what I wanted. I think Tennyson meant that you should hope for courage and try for honor and maybe even pray that the people telling you what to do have some too. (A.N. Yes this is from the Blind Side. I love that movie!)

I wanted to be a leader that would show his troops courage and maybe receive honor for doing so. I joined the army because it was what I was meant to do.

Someone cleared their throat, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned to find Bella standing in my doorway. Her large doe eyes were wide as she took in my study.

"So many books." I heard her say softly before she looked at me. She gave me a smile before addressing me.

"What were you thinking about so hard?" I stared at her in confusion so she continued. "Your eyebrows are scrunched together and you looked like you were concentrated on the book."

"Oh, I, uh, was reading Charge of the Light Brigade…"

"Ahh, Tennyson." She stated catching me off guard. I must have shown the shock on my face because she spoke again.

"Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred." She recited. I felt my jaw drop to the floor.

"You know it?" I asked in wonder.

"Yes," she giggled, "Don't be surprised. I love to read. This," she gestured to all the books in the room, "is like heaven to me."

"Well, you're welcome in here anytime." I told her and the smile she gave me was blinding.

"You know I never could understand how the six hundred could just follow their leader to death like that. I mean sure they must have had courage to do so, yet I can't seem to understand why…" She had a thoughtful look on her face, it was so cute. This woman was made for me, I'm sure of it.

"Honor." I said simply. She thought of it for a second before speaking.

"Yes, I s'pose that's a good reason." She smiled warmly at me.

"What do you like to read?" I asked her, gesturing for her to take the other seat in front of me. She walked briskly over and took it.

"I love Jane Austen, but my favorite is Wuthering Heights by Ellis Bell. I'm sure you don't have it. I used to have a copy at home, but I didn't have a chance to take it with me." She suddenly looked sad again. (A.N. Ellis Bell was Emily Brontë's alias. Back then women often changed their names to a man's name so they could be published without ridicule.)

I stood from my seat and walked to one of the many shelves. I briefly saw the confused look Bella gave me, but I was on a mission to make her happy. I pulled the worn book from the shelf and walked back to where Bella sat.

"Close your eyes." I commanded and without question she did so. I placed the book in her lap and then sat back in my seat. "Open them." She took one look at the book and launched herself from her seat. I suddenly felt her arms around me squeezing tightly.

"Oh! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She cried. She unwound her arms and stared at the copy of Wuthering Heights I owned.

"It's yours." I told her happy that I could make her happy.

"You are so wonderful, Jasper. Thank you for the thousandth time." She smiled as she sat back in her seat.

"Anytime, darlin'. Sooo, how was your talk?" I asked, referring to Rosalie.

"It went…well. She's not so bad once you know her." She shrugged.

"Maybe…Maybe I should make something for Emmett to eat. Do you think you could, uh, give it to him?" She asked while looking down at her lap. I stood from my chair once again and walk to her seat. I took my finger and placed it under her chin, pushing her face up to look at me.

"Of course I will. Although I'd rather let him starve for talkin to you like that, but for you… anything." I smirked at her. She surprised me by leaning up and kissing my cheek. She stood up and walked towards the door, the copy of Wuthering Heights clutched in her hand.

"I'll go whip up something right quick." She said before quickly exiting the room. This woman never seizes to amaze me.

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When Bella finished cooking she came to my study with a tray of food for her brother. She told me she had put away the food and brought the package of her clothes to her room. She also said that she left the package of Emmett's clothes by his door and the "mystery" package by my door. The "mystery" package was the dress and shoes I bought her, when she asked what was in it I refused to tell her so she now calls it the "mystery" package.

Bella was planning to head to bed so we walked up the stairs together, bidding each other good night before I entered into Emmett's room. He was sitting in bed staring out the window. He made no move to acknowledge my presence, just continued to stare. I walked to the bed and set the tray down.

"Eat. It's the least you can do for your sister." My voice was monotone as I spoke to him, but he didn't make a move. I sat in the vacant chair by his bed; both of us silent.

"She cried?" He asked finally looking at me. I responded with a sharp nod. Tears gathered in his eyes.

"She hates me?" He spoke again. He looked so sad and his voice was almost begging, his glistening eyes were pleading for me to say no.

"No, she doesn't hate you. I don't think she ever could." I sighed.

"Probably not, she's got such a kind heart. She is so much like our momma, ya know?" He looked down at his hands as tears overtook him. Slowly they dripped down his face.

"Once we had this foal, it was real sick, and my pa thought that we should put it out of its misery. Bella wouldn't have it. She always loved the horses and when she heard pa's plan she was furious." He smiled through his tears at his memory. "She's just so stubborn. She told him that if he was gonna kill the foal then he was gonna have to kill her too. Just imagine this tiny little thing with her hands on her hips glaring down an older version of me." He chuckled and I did too at that image.

"Well, of course he couldn't say no to her. She worked with that foal for weeks getting it healthy again. Turned out to be one of the best horses on our ranch." He sighed.

"I don't know why I was so dumb to yell at her like that. I just, I don't know. There is somethin about Rosalie…" I gave him a look and he continued. "It's not the fact that she's beautiful. I mean she is but…When she got here she looked so…broken. I just wanted to make her smile." At least I'm not the only one who feels like that.

"And then Bells came in yellin. I don't know. It just messed up everything I worked on while ya'll were gone. Her smile had disappeared."

"You got her to smile?" I looked at him in shock.

"Yea, I did." He smirked at me, but no sooner that is was there it had gone.

"Do ya think Bells'll ever forgive me?" He looked so sad…heartbroken. But before I could answer the door flew open and a brown headed blur ran past me.

Bella threw her arms around Emmett, who let out a grunt at the contact. She was wearing a long white night gown and her hair that was pulled back during the day, now fell in loose curls down her back.

"I'm sorry." She cried into his neck.

"No baby Bells, I'm sorry." He said kissing the top of her head. "Let me guess, you just happened to be listening?" He asked causing her to turn red.

"I-I was just, ya know, walkin to, uh, check on things…" She tried to bury her face farther into the crook of his neck.

"It's alright. I'm sorry I yelled at you, Belly. Forgive me?" He asked. She nodded her head slightly and sniffled.

"I think it's time for bed. It's been a mighty long day. Emmett how bout you eat while I help Bella to bed? Then I'll come help you clean up and get you into some new clothes." They both nodded their heads before wishing each other goodnight. Bella kissed her brothers cheek and crawled off of him.

Without waiting I scooped her up into my arms and carried her towards her room.

"I can walk…" She stated when we entered the hallway.

"I know, but I don't mind this." I smiled as another blush crept up her face.

I walked down the hall to her room and nudged her door open and laid her on top her bed. She pushed the covers back and slid under them.

"Goodnight darlin'." I turned to leave when her hand shot out and grabbed mine, gently pulling me to sit on her bed.

"I just want to thank you…for everything. You've been so kind and generous. And yet you ask for nothin in return. You would lead the six hundred to honor." She said looking down. I don't know if she realized she was doing it, but she was playing with my hand, running her smooth fingers over the palm of my hand. It felt wonderful. And her words…I joined the army to be able to lead troops to honor. She is truly amazing.

"And you, darlin', are quite amazing yourself." I told her sincerely.

"Oh no, I do doubt that." She continued to play with my hand.

"That's because you don't see yourself for how amazing you truly are." I smiled at her. We sat in comfortable silence before she spoke again.

"Jasper?" Her voice was so soft I barely heard it


"Do you play the guitar? I saw one in your study…" Her face tinted pink.

"Yes I do." I responded.

"Could you….Would you play for me sometime?" She asked carefully.

"I'd love to." I smiled at her, which she returned with one of her own. "Now go to sleep darlin'." I kissed her cheek softly, letting my lips linger on her soft skin for a moment.

"Goodnight Jasper." She said soft as she snuggled into her pillow.

After I left her I quickly helped Emmett clean up. I changed his bandage, much to his discomfort, but was glad to see that his wounds were healing well. I helped him go to the bathroom before putting him in bed. I then headed to the kitchen and cleaned Emmett's plates before heading to bed myself.

What a day. I wonder what tomorrow has in store, I thought to myself before drifting into sleep.

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