Update. (There Katy, you can stop bugging me.)

Enjoy, and, er, sorry for lateness.

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This is not what Alice expected to happen.

She'd been talking to Bella when it happened, laughing and whispering in the dark with sleepy voices like nothing could ever go wrong. She'd been smiling.

Then, it was just gone. All of it.

She felt the shift in her stomach and then the future blotted itself across her vision. Or, more accurately, it hadn't.

The wedding, with her best friends smiling and happy, and her brother charmed and lost in his own elation was now just… gone. There was a dark expanse in it's place, like some foreboding shadow overtaking Alice's mind.

Poof. Just like that.

The entire future gone up in smoke.

When Alice had come back to the present Bella had been asleep, wheezing so innocently that Alice couldn't bear the thought of waking her. So she'd stumbled out of the room, the dark shadows of the 'center' blurred in a swirl of dark colors as tears filled her eyes, swallowing her sobs.

She'd cried in the hallway, fought for control, and tried not to feel like she'd failed. She tried not to feel like she was just useless.

She tried not to believe that everything was ruined. She tried not to believe that this was all her fault.

After all, she thought, what was the point of having these stupid visions if she can't do anything with them? What's the point of being crazy, she wondered, if it does no good?

If Edward hadn't known -if she'd kept her thoughts from his future- then he wouldn't have fought the inevitable so hard. If Edward hadn't known…

Alice has no idea what would have happened, but it had to have been better than this.

She doesn't know how long she trembled and cried in the hallway before she got the vision of the nurse. It could have minutes or hours -she'll never know. All she knows is that when the nurse popped into her mind she scrambled to her feet and took off in the opposite direction.

She ended up in Jasper's room.

And now he's staring at her with eyes so blue she wonders if they're real -if he's real. Maybe, she thinks, that he's just a dream -that this is just a dream- and she'll wake up and everything will be like before.

"What happened exactly?"

Her breath catches, shudders, and returns gratingly. The tears sting, bitter and salty, on her bitten-raw lips.

"It's gone," she whispers. "The wedding, it's just… it's just gone. He's going to leave her."

"Who's going to leave who, Alice?" Jasper asks.

"Edward is going to leave Bella. He thinks that he's not-" She pauses to breathe unsteadily. "- not good enough. The wedding, their kids- it's all just gone. I was supposed to be the godmother. Rosalie too. And…" Alice's eyes fall down like heavy shutters, and her shoulders shake. The confession hurts more when she admits it out loud. "And it's all my fault."

"How is it all your fault?"

"If he hadn't know- if-if-if-"

"Breathe," Jasper says, and his voice is so steady and reassuring that she can do nothing but comply.

"This is not your fault, munchkin," Emmett says, rubbing soothing circles into Alice's shoulder. "You know how stubborn Edward is. He'll come around."

"No, Emmett. There just… nothing. It's like -it's like- this has never happened before. I can't see. I can't see anything. His future is just gone."

Emmett give her an earnest look, and Jasper reaches out to clasp her wrist, almost like he can feel the desperation in her words- her need to know.

"Alice, why did you apologize to me?" Emmett asks.

Alice looks at Emmett and her eyes grow wide with apology. His face is a mask of confusion and worry, and she can hardly make out his dimples in the harsh shadows the expressions create. Emmett's face isn't made for emotions like these. His face was made for smiles -for joy- and that makes what Alice has to say all the worse.

"Because your future is gone too."

"My future?" Emmett asks. "What does my future have to do with Edward and Bella?"

"Rosalie need reassurance, Emmett," Alice whispers. "Seeing is believing."

At first, Emmett doesn't understand. He opens his mouth, protests and questions on his lip, brow crinkled with confusion, and freezes. Alice's tears roll thick and fast and silent down her cheeks, and drip down onto her shirt. She counts seven tears in the time it takes Emmett to understand exactly what has been said, and what it means.

The heartbreak on Emmett's face when he realizes he's lost the very thing he wanted most in the world -before he even had the chance to actually have it- is more than Alice can take. Her sobs cut the air, and she says sorry so many times that she looses count. Her fingers curl in the fabric of his shirtsleeve because she wants so much for him not to hate her. She wants him to know that she'd do anything to have the future the way it was.

When the arm curl around her, warm and comforting, she expects that it's Emmett -forgiving her, comforting her, even when he's the one who needs reassurance.

It's not.

Emmett stares at her with those honest hazel eyes, overcome with an emotion Alice can't identify- one she can't understand- and says, "I know, Alice. It's not- It's not your fault."

Then, he leaves.

The arm stays, sure and firm, and she curls into Jasper like she would into Edward -with the confidence that she won't be pushed away, ever.

Her forehead nudges into his collarbone, and her nose buries itself into the smoke stained fabric of his shirt. "I don't believe him," she whispers into the space between them, and her words are muffled by a clogged nose and cotton.

Alice curls into his satiability, and feels like the world is crashing down around her. She wishes that she could stay like this, pressed against his strength and his calm, until it rubbed off on her, or until she couldn't live without it. She'd give up so much to be calm like him- to be grounded like him.

Jasper breathes against her scalp, slow and steady.

He doesn't tell her that she's wrong, or that everything is going to be okay, and Alice thinks that maybe that's why she wraps her arms around his neck, and holds on like her life depends on it.

"Stay," she says desperately, clutching at his shirt with frantic fingers.

He laughs quietly. "This is my room, Alice."

"No, that's not what I mean," she says. "Stay in my sight. I don't want - I- I don't-"

She doesn't know how to tell him that she doesn't know what she'd do if his future disappeared too.

Jasper's breath fans across her wet cheeks, "I'm not going anywhere."

She leans back- reeling and tired and desperate and crumbling- and meets his calm blue gaze. "Good," she whispers, and presses her lips against his for the briefest of seconds before stuffing her face back into his collarbone. His bones are sharp against her cheek, and he smells like cigarettes and soap. Alice stains his shirt with tears, feeling embarrassed that she kissed him, and angry at herself for taking the indulgence when she knows she doesn't deserve happiness after what she's allowed to happen.

"Jasper?"

"Yeah," he says, and she feels it rumble in his chest, low and warm.

"Thank you," she whispers.

Jasper's thumb rubs fans on her arm like windshield wipers and he whispers, "Anytime."

Her breathing is still ragged, stuttering up her throat with every other breath but she falls asleep in the crook of his neck and dreams of blue and brown eyed boys, green-eyed monsters, and a sliver of hope, dangling like a sliver of sun in the foggy future.