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Back from the Past

A 'Pride and Prejudice' play in the present, and a bet among heartbreakers, Edward and Emmett in the past: The last to marry wins the Cullen estate. What happens when Jasper Whitlock finds a way to time travel, and the whole group meets. Will the pairs fall in love? We shall see... banner by me

AN: So this is a new story that I had the inclination to write last night. I’m really excited about it, more so than I was with What We Become. That may be a sign that this story will do just as well as the latter. I am just going to say that this story is meant to be a romance. I have read dozens of historical fiction novels, novels based in the 19 th century etc. I love writing from the perspective of those types of stories. You probably figured that out in my previous story, Edward and Isabella . Whether you think I have skill in that department is your opinion only. Enjoy. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight by Stephenie Meyer, though I use her characters and setting. This story was inspired by the movie Kate and Leopold , starring Meg Ryan and Hugh Jackman (sexy as ever).

4. Chapter 4

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13 hours before

Jasper leaned forward as he quickly made his way through the heavy rain. If it wasn't for the rain, the streets would've been more crowded. The tourists always ran indoors at the slight call of precipitation. Most pure-bred New Yorkers didn't even bother taking cover. You either had an umbrella or you didn't. If you didn't, well then you had important things to do and nothing was going to slow you down.

If it was a sunny day and people could actually make out what he was wearing-- clothing from an entirely different century, they may look his way. No doubt people had seen stranger attire and wouldn't take a second glance.

It was a bit of a walk back to his apartment, but not a huge fuss. He got there soaked to the bone. Jasper placed his souvenirs on the concrete slab of a front walk and began going through his pockets looking for his key. It was at the exact moment when he beamed at finding it, that someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, sir?" A voice said from behind him. With a curious gaze, Jasper turned around expecting to give someone directions. He got what he did not expect: A whack to the head with a thick wooden tree branch.


With a painful throb in his left temple, Jasper slowly opened his eyes. Of course you can't have a suitable kidnapping without having your arms and legs bound to a wooden chair. Hey, they weren't very original in the 1800's. Grunting, Jasper looked up into the eyes of the man who had hit him.

"What the Hell!?" He screamed. "Untie me you idiot!" Jasper struggled with his restraints. By looking at the clothes of this man, he already guessed that he must've accidently pulled him to the future with him. James pushed the heel of his palm against Jasper's forehead to the point where the chair almost toppled over.

"You are a strange man with a strange home." James murmured, letting go of Jasper and wiping his hand on his pants. "I would like to know how you came to mine." James walked away and began shuffling through Jasper's desk drawers. After a minute he turned around to where Jasper was still trying to loosen the ropes that bound him. "Are you a scientist?"

"No." Jasper growled. "Untie me."

"Hold on." James grinned. "Hmmm... Your profession must be a strange one as well. What do you do?"

Jasper didn't answer. Instead he chose to glare at James menacingly, hoping to intimidate him into untying the ropes.

"If I let you loose, you will only put it upon yourself to tie me up. And then we would have gotten nowhere." James grinned. "Now tell me how to get back."

"Is that all you want to do?"

James smiled again, choosing to lie. "Yes."

So Jasper, thinking that he would send him back and everything would be well, told him how to get back to his own time. Jasper also thought that James would untie him as well. Neither assumption turned out to be true. The second one may have been because there was a knock on the door before anything else could actually happen.

And James, scared out of his wits, decided to shove a sock in Jasper's mouth and drag him into the bedroom closet before going to answer the door.

"Who are you?" Were the first words spoken as James opened the door. James took in the two figures in front of him. Two females, both dark haired, but one was more brunette. It was the brunette that got James' attention, and he raked his eyes over her body, grinning when she blushed. He turned his gaze to the shorter one, the one drinking hastily from a straw; a soda she had bought from the, very convenient, convenient store down the road.

"James Ford." He held out his hand. "Pleased to make your acquaintance." He said formally. Alice looked at his hand questionably, smirked and shared a glance with her friend, who smiled as well. Clearly James had missed the joke, which got him a bit agitated.

"Whatever." Alice quirked, shaking her head. Her smile still played on her lips. "Is my boyfriend here? He usually goes by the name Jasper, but seeing as I haven't heard from him in ages, anything could have happened." Her smile vanished. "Like some stranger being in his apartment." She pushed past him and into the foyer. She stopped and turned around, her eyebrows raised. "Well?"

No one answered. James waited until Bella was inside before he closed the door behind her. She seemed uncomfortable, hurrying to stand beside her friend.

"You mean the inhabitant of this home?" James asked.

"Uh. Yea, the inhabitant. He around?" Alice was annoyed now. James shrugged his shoulders.

"He stepped out for a moment." He answered. Alice rolled her eyes and spotted the case on the table, which was the one that James had brought back with him. Curiously, she walked up to it and began to open it.

"Help me out, Bella. The lid's heavy." She murmured.

"Okay." Bella looked away from James and went to help her friend. They got the lid off and Alice pulled a dress out. Bella started to giggle.

"What the hell..." Alice said. "Is this some kind of kinky thing you've got going on?" She spoke to Jasper, who wasn't there.

"Maybe it's not for you." Bella, covering her mouth as she suppressed her laughter, said to Alice. She glanced at James. Picking up her drink, Alice walked towards James, who was standing a ways off staring at them.

"How close are you to Jasper?" She said between gulps of her drink. She ignored Bella's giggling from behind her.

"Your lover? Oh, I would say we are quite intimate." James answered. Alice spat out her drink in surprise and Bella's giggling turned into gut wrench laughing, leaning over the case, her face turning pink.

"Well. Anything can happen in a few days." Bella gasped. Alice turned around quickly and glared at Bella, which just made her laugh even more. "Told you the dress wasn't for you." James frowned in confusion. Alice faced James again, pulled her hand back and slapped him across the face. Although slight in weight, she had a killer arm. His cheek came away bright red, and his eyes turned to slits.

"That was uncalled for, Madame." He glowered.

"I say it was pretty damn called for!" Alice turned around on her heel, stormed past Bella, who had calmed herself down slightly and was staring at Alice in horror, a smile still playing at her lips. Alice went into Jasper's room and began searching for anything that would make sense to her. She could hear James and Bella conversing out in the living room.

Alice shuffled through Jasper's drawers. "You better have a good explanation, Jasper Whitlock." She mumbled. She walked to the closet and swung the doors open. "What the--!" She started when she saw Jasper tied up, sitting comfortably on a wooden chair. He glanced up, a lock of hair falling into his eyes. He was calm, but that wasn't unusual, he mumbled something that sounded a lot like "hello." Alice made no move to untie him or pull the sock out of his mouth. She placed her hands on her hips, her eyebrows raised, and just stared at him. He stared back, his body relaxed, waiting. "I met your guest." She said casually. "He says you two are intimate. What the hell is going on, Jasper. Where have you been the last couple of days?" Jasper widened his eyes, motioning with his chin for her to take the sock out of his mouth. Alice shook her head. "So your door swings both ways now, huh? I always thought I was good enough for you, and now you have some whack job with an excellent vocabulary role playing with you?!" She almost slapped him too. "So what was the whole deal with the chair?" She pointed at him. "I'm guessing damsel in distress?"

Jasper coughed, rolling his eyes. He tried to spit the sock out. With a sigh, Alice reached forward and pulled it out. Jasper sucked in a breath, licked his lips, and then gagged in disgust.

"It's a good thing that was clean." He cleared his throat. "Be an angel and get me a beer, babe." He grinned. Alice started to shove the sock back in. "I was only kidding! Get that thing away from me!"

"Where have you been?" She demanded. Jasper leaned forward as far as he could against his restraints.

"Get this, Hun. I found a way to go back in time." His eyes were wide with excitement. Alice huffed.

"Not this again. So it worked, huh? You actually jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge?" Alice was in disbelief. Jasper's eyebrows burrowed in confusion, and then his forehead was smooth again.

"Am I going to have to take that key away from you?" He asked with a smile. "Tsk. Tsk. Going through my things when I'm not around." His smile turned to a full out grin. Alice put her weight on one foot and tilted her head to the side.

"So you're not.. involved.. with that James guy in there?"

Jasper laughed. "Aw, baby, there's no one but you. That guy just followed me on my way back from the 18th century."

"I don't believe that he's from the past."

"You will. But for now just belief that I am not in any way romantic with him. Okay?" He lifted one eyebrow. Alice relaxed her shoulders and slumped onto his lap. She slid up his thighs so her face was only an inch or two from his.

"It's cozy in here." She murmured. Jasper grunted in agreement, looking up at her as she placed a hand on either side of his head.

"You going to untie me?"

"Not yet." Alice kept his cheek against hers, but slid her hands in behind the chair, down his arms and he grasped her fingers. He moved his head and met his lips with hers. After a moment, Alice pulled at the ropes around his wrists, freeing them easily. Within seconds he had his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"I think I might keep the ropes." Jasper mumbled in her ear and she smiled. His lips made their way down her collarbone. "But for now, I'd like to be in charge." At the hint, Alice leaned over him and worked on the ropes that were tied around his chest and waist. "Who else is here?" His voice was barely audible.

"The whacky guy.. and Bella." Instantly, Alice's back went straight. "Bella!" She gasped, climbing off of Jasper's lap.

"No. Come back. I'm sure she's fine!" He called after her. She could hear him cussing as she rounded into the living room. Jasper waited for her to come back. He would have gone after her, but his feet were still tied to the legs of the chair. He tapped his fingers on the arm rest.

"They're gone." Alice appeared again. She had a look of shock on her face, but then it was gone. She smiled seductively and walked back into Jasper's awaiting arms.

"All alone."


Bella's pale skin contrasted to the dark bed linens of James' bed. She had never slept in anything softer. She couldn't beleive any of the things that had happened last night, but she had to. She was barely drunk when she left the bar with James. Did she really jump off that bridge willingly? She remembered holding his hand and just leaping, not hitting the water below.

Bella rolled over and looked into his eyes. Proof that it wasn't a dream.

"Will you come with me today?" He asked. Bella nodded.

"Alright, will you help me home after?" She wondered. He smiled.

"Yes. I have a dress for you."


Edward walked carefully around the fountain to where James and his new partner were standing waiting for something or someone. James had his hand on the small of her back, and Edward couldnt help the stab of jealousy that flushed through him. How could James have the right to gain a beautiful woman like her. How did he manipulate her into going with him. He didnt know, but he was going to find out. Before the officers came knocking at his door.