Fic: Rocky Shores

Rocky Shores

A/N: Treading water is no longer an option. When a handsome stranger intervenes, will brokenhearted Jasper sink or swim?

This story was my written for the "In The Closet" Contest (www.fanfiction.net/u/2424392/intheclosetcontest). Rated PG-13. Jasper/Edward slash. Thanks to my lovely beta, TwilightMundi, for editing this story.

Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, Little, Brown, et. al. No profit was made and no copyright infringement is intended.

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I drove in silence as I raced north on route 95.

I wasn't sure exactly where I was headed. I suppose it didn't matter.

It was cold, raw, a Thursday in March that should have been unremarkable, and probably was to the majority of the world. But for me, it was the day after my make-believe world came crashing down.

To be fair, it was my own fault. But telling a heart not to love is not an easy matter.

And so I drove as quickly as I dared, away from home, away from my stupidity and delusions, and away from him. I had to find me. Somewhere along the way, I'd gotten completely lost.

Fic: Worth the Climb

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Worth the Climb

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The one where things come out in the dark

A/N: Jasper drags Edward camping, but they both end up surprised by what comes out at night. This story received honorable mention in the Slash Backslash 2.0 contest. (To see other entries, visit the Slash Backslash C2: www.fanfiction.net/c2/68069/3/0/1/)

Rated NC-17. Edward/Jasper slash. Many thanks to TwilightMundi for her beta work on this story.

Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, Little, Brown, et. al. No profit was made and no copyright infringement is intended.

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It was a good idea in theory, I thought, pausing and stepping to the side of the trail to adjust the straps of the ridiculously heavy pack I carried. I was hunched over under its weight, surely resembling some sort of mule.
My posture would never be the same. Luckily, we hadn't passed a single person thus far on the mountain, so the autumn leaves were the only ones present to judge me.

Jasper stopped just ahead on the mountain, and came back the short distance to join me as soon as he stopped hearing me huffing and puffing behind him.

He looked at me, eyebrow raised.

"Thanks," I panted in reply to his wordless question. I did need a bit of a break.

"That's cool. I could use some water myself," he said, setting his own backpack down on the ground and reaching for the bottle that was attached to the side by a myriad of little straps, pockets, and elastic connective doohickeys. I rolled my eyes. Since when was a plain old zipper or some simple Velcro not good enough?

Regardless, I had to shake my head at his response. He was such a liar. He wouldn't have needed to stop at all if it weren't for me. I clearly needed to spend less time in front of a piano and more time at the gym. The only lifting I regularly did was of heavy orchestral scores. I mean, I wasn't unfit, but Jasper was ridiculous. His stamina... shit. It was amazing. I pledged to start running every single day like he did.

After a few minutes he broke the companionable silence. "It's worth it, I promise you."

I humphed at him and wiped sweat off my brow.

He just laughed and picked up his pack. "Ready to go? We need to reach the summit before sunset."