[Everyone: For Viewing] We're All a Little Insane

[Alice Cullen]

Jasper laid on the operation table in Dr. Fosters lab, waiting for the results of his scan. He had countless wires hooked up to his body and they were all very uncomfortable, but this was for the best. He wanted to know what happened to him that night with Alexandra. Why was he so much a limitation to only her and was there a way to take that limitation away without making Alexandra a vampire?

Dr. Gabrielle Foster walked into the room with her assitant, Dr. Melinda Brooks, at her side. Both were vampires--Dr. Foster being physically 28 and Dr. Brooks being physically 32--who were just as old as Carlisle, if not older. They were tribal shamans back in their early days as vampires, and even as humans, but they evolved into the doctors they were today and studied their own species, as well as their enemy species and humans that affect both immortal tribes.

Let's just say the were specialists.

"Well, Jasper, we're going to tell you straight," Dr. Foster said, his chart in hand. "After going over your symptoms from that night and reviving your memory, there is only one possible explaination."

Jasper was confused. He said the only thing he could. "That's good news right?"

Dr. Foster and Dr. Brooks exchanged a glance. It was Dr. Brooks who spoke as they looked back at him. "Alexandra is a Level or Type Five Ricochet. If she were a level one, you wouldn't be with us. The only thing you wouldn't be able to do is control her completely. Level Two's you wouldn't be able to control at all, but you wouldn't back out. A Level Three would have blacked you out, but not for as long and you would remember everything. Level Four would have blacked you out like you had been, but you would've remembered everything."

"A Level Five does everything that happened to you," Dr. Foster went on. "It blacks you out and gives you memory loss, but it also obscures your power. We can't understand why Level Fours don't black you out and give you memory loss. But we've never had anything in between." She crossed her arms. "So, basically she's the worst thing for you."

Science explains everything, Jasper thought to himself. Even logic. "So are you breaking the news to the Cullens or am I?"

"I thought you were a Cullen?" Dr. Foster asked, rasing her eyebrows.

Jasper shook his head. "Not anymore. I have nothing to hold myself to that family."

Dr. Foster and Dr. Brooks exchanged another glance. Dr. Brooks left the room as Dr. Foster sat on the operation table with Jasper as he sat up. "How do I put this softly?" she thought outloud. She exhaled sharply. "You're depressed, Jasper."

"I didn't need a doctor to tell me that," Jasper said, point blank.

Dr. Brooks returned. "Well you certainly needed someone to lean on. That was us, although I don't think we did as good as you had hoped."

"I never excepted anything out of you guys."

Dr. Foster chuckled. "That's not the point. We've seen this many times before, Jasper. Vampires who want answers to why their lives have fallen apart come to us, because we're the only people who provide those answers."

"It's obvious," Dr. Brooks concurred. "You want a life back."

"You've lose the will to live."

Jasper raised his eyebrows. "Do have anything useful that isn't stating the obvious? What are you gonna do, give me my life back?"

"Your problem is, is that you can't let go of your wife. I can truely understand how that feels. When Evan left me I was depressed for years. I kept his last name because I wanted to hold onto him."

"It happened to me as well," Dr. Brooks said. "My ex-husband, James, left me. He said I was too endosed in my work. I wasn't even his wife anymore."

Jasper rolled his eyes. "I didn't know you guys were therapists too."

Dr. Foster laughed while Dr. Brooks just smiled kindly. "It makes up for not having a supernatural ability," Dr. Brooks said.

"The point we're trying to make Jasper, is that in time you will learn to let go of your wife. Or ex-wife. Just give it some time." Dr. Foster put her hand on his back and rubbed it.

Jasper shook his head. "She'll always be my wife in my mind. I can't let go of her, Dr. Foster."

"Because you haven't willed yourself. Have you ever tried expressing yourself in a different way other than the spoken word?"

"Such as?"

"Art? Writing? Music?" Dr. Brooks filled in.

Jasper thought. They doctors had a point. He needed a way to express himself. He had always known how to play guitar and read and write music. Maybe it was time to channel a song into it.