AN: I was listening to this song of air supply and the story just popped into my head. For those who do not know it it's called Making love out of nothing at all. Please listen to it on the background….it will set the mood for the story just right :P.

"Keep your hands off me Edward! I am sick of pretending for the sake of the people out there!" She whispered standing in front of the window dry-sobbing.

"It's killing us all this elaborated scheme of yours!"

With those words said she fled from the room. To the arms that held all the answers.

I know just how to whisper
And I know just how to cry
I know just where to find the answers
And I know just how to lie
I know just how to fake it
And I know just how to scheme
I know just when to face the truth
And then I know just when to dream

Fifty years she was a vampire now, she had gotten her eternity, just not with the man she was married to. The family had been falling apart by the time Renesmee left with Jacob, evoking the anger of Edward. It had been the last drop that he had wanted to stand in the way of her daughters happiness. She didn't blame Renesmee for keeping contact sporadicly with her but ignoring everyone else. The Cullen family was not the same anymore. Edward had become to controlling for her to breath, Alice had left for Asia claiming her real mate was somewhere leaving Jasper heartbroken. Rosalie and Emmett were still the same, but Edward his anger towards Renesmee had ensued a fight between him and Rosalie, Emmett stood by her side hating him for hurting me. Esme and Carlisle knew not who to choose and situations were tense. It was the truth, I had lost my dreams of how it would be to reality.

And I know just where to touch you
And I know just what to prove
I know when to pull you closer
And I know when to let you loose
And I know the night is fading
And I know the time's gonna fly
And I'm never gonna tell you
Everything I gotta tell you
But I know I gotta give it a try

She traced the scar in his neck, a straight and perfect line when he had tried to claw his own skin off. She had stopped him. He drew her into his arms, she hugged him closer. She felt him breath into her hair, taking in his rich spicy scent that told stories of centuries ago. She felt him toy with her hair and breathing in the scent of apples that clung to it. She proved him she was there with him, for the rest of life. He had been on the brink of insanity and sometimes went to that dark place and she let him, knowing he could never ever live truly if he refused to remember. The first night with him was such a different experience and now almost 15 years later she still felt like that first time. How time had passed them by. She was silent not needing to tell him what she was thinking, just holding him.

And I know the roads to riches
And I know the ways to fame
I know all the rules
And I know how to break 'em
And I always know the name of the game
But I don't know how to leave you
And I'll never let you fall
And I don't know how you do it
Making love out of nothing at all

She had been everywhere in the world. Asia, Europe, Africa, South, north west. She had seen all kinds of wonders and cruelty. She knew etiquettes, spoke 7 languages and she knew how to hurt people. Yet nothing in the world felt more like home than in his arms. She could never leave this place. She needed the peace he provided in turbulent times. He was her anchor, her beacon on a cloudy night, her foghorn calling for her at sea. She didn't know how he did it, they had been least compatible it seemed but somehow love blossomed and she felt safe and secure.

Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all

Everytime I see you all the rays of the sun
Are streaming through the waves in your hair
And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes
Like a spotlight

As the moonlight entered the house his skin started to sparkle and she marveled again at how beautiful he was. His amber eyes focused on her face, taking in the tiny details, smiling when he found her smile. His smile always lit up his eyes, it was her personal miracle.

The beating of my heart is a drum and it's lost
And it's looking for a rhythm like you
You can take the darkness from the pit of the night
And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright

I've gotta follow it 'cause everything I know
Well it's nothing till I give it to you

Her foghorn had called when he was at his worst, screaming for her to help him. And he had lit up like a beacon when she had done so. When their love ignited the flame and lighted up everything. She knew he was death, but when she held him close she could swear their hearts were beating the same rhythm. He was the drummer that made it beat. And she was dancing to it, turning, twirling.

I can make tonight forever
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn
I can make you every promise that has ever been made
I can make all your demons be gone

She always claimed he had saved her, and he always said she had helped him not the other way around. He had desperately clung to her and she had promised him she would stay. She had not broken her promise. She had unofficially married him three years later. She still had the necklace that kept her simple ring on it. Nothing fancy just as they liked it. She chased his demons away and his bright light kept her darkness at bay.

But I'm never gonna make it without you
Do you really want to see me crawl
And I'm never gonna make it like you do
Making love out of nothing at all

She was never going to survive without him. She twisted her fingers into his silky blond locks. His smiled her favorite crooked smile as she traced all his scars with her fingers. "Jasper I cannot do this anymore. I cannot fake being in love with Edward. This scheme of me pretending to be his wife is tearing me up, I hate feeling his hands on me." She snuggled deeper into his chest. "I know sweetheart. I cannot stand the sight of his hands on you, his smell when he has been hugging you in public. I know the people in the village believe you two are married but I want to be able to claim you as my own. My personal angel." He stroked her head. "We'll make it official tomorrow mrs. Whitlock. No faking anymore for us. I love you and it is time they knew it." With a kiss he silenced the last of her fear and chased away her darkness.

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