Okay, so, the first thing I thought was, "Geez, not ANOTHER Jasper drug fic!" Because, for some reason, we think "Jasper", we think "drug addict!" I'm not quite sure why. There are a lot of us guilty of using this particular plot tool. Myself included. But, this is what I chose at random, so, I dove right in...

Before I go too much farther, let me say this is NOT a Jasper drug fic. It starts that way in chapter one, but there are much bigger fish to fry. Having said that, here we go.

Official Summary:

Marine Maj. Jasper Cullen has been ordered to restricted duty after being shot. He finds himself back home with PTSD, bitterness and anger. Ordered to seek help, he meets Dr. Isabella Swan. Will she be able to piece Jasper back together? Rated M

Chapter one starts out in Jasper's POV. It says that it's a Jasper/Bella story and that makes me happy. I LOVE Jasper/Bella story! I'm a total J/B shipper in the fanfic world. I dunno why. Anyway, six paragraphs in, we find out Jasper is, well, WAS a Marine. He has been sent home to get help, they SAY it is because of his gunshot wound and how he acted "in the field". Well, I think they're right.

Here's why:

When the assailant’s head filled the target of my assault rifle, I involuntarily froze. My eyes took in the profile before me. His face was hardened, his expression angry, bitter. It was inevitable, irrevocable; we all eventually evolved in to a shell, a carcass of a human being—although it seemed to affect some of us quicker, more acutely than others. It didn’t diminish the emotional damage that the Corps created in men like me, like him, men trained to track and to kill.

My mind betrayed me, acting against my trained discipline. Training dictated that never, under any circumstances, should distractions be allowed. Especially not in the midst of a targeted mission—a mission that had been planned and painstakingly organized, prepared for, a mission that had taken two years to reach this point. As I stood there looking at him through my laser target, flashes snapped through my mind, and I fought against my instincts, failing to compose myself. Images assaulted my mind; my target, the man before me, along with my commander and I. Memories flitted through my mind of an easier time, a better time. I watched the images come, stunned and horrified at the images of us as we laughed over our beers in the crowded bar, played poker in to the early hours and argued over the ball games back home.

As the images blurred and fell away and my eyes made contact with his, a burst of panic and aggravation spread deep throughout my body as I realized that he'd caught me—I had lost my concentration for a fraction of a fucking second, and shit—screaming. Blood-curdling, relentless, horror filled screams pierced my ears and my mind. The noise sent my thoughts in to a frantic frenzy as I wondered who was screaming. Who the fuck was torturing them? Why did they want to kill me with their inhuman cruelty?

So, he's gotta see a shrink. Any guesses as to who? Yup. Bella. Hmm...I smell issues arising.

Why, yes. Lust. In the very first meeting. Here's peek:

“Jasper, hi,” she greeted in a friendly tone reaching her hand out toward me.

I took the excuse of her offered hand to quickly, but thoroughly, scan the rest of her body. She was short, but had a great figure. Her pin-striped suit pants hugged her hips, and I couldn't wait to get a peek at her ass—I bet it looked just as good as the rest of the package. She had a white button-down top beneath the blazer that matched her pants, and I pushed from my mind thoughts of ripping away her shirt, the buttons spilling down on the ground as I took her nipples—

“Nice to officially meet you,” she said pointedly, bringing my eyes back up to her gaze.

Her smile looked as if she were covering a fucking smirk. It wouldn't surprise me; with her body, I was sure she was used to fuckers like me ogling her. I smiled at her lazily, sure she’d called me out, but she wasn’t pissed, so I figured, what the fuck, game on.

“Bella,” I said, rather brazenly, though the buried gentleman within—the one to whom my mother had taught propriety and respect—screamed at me to call her Dr. Swan and to stop fucking undressing her with my eyes—not to mention mind.

“Nice to meet you, too,” I mumbled, trying to find a smidgen of polite behavior left somewhere within me.

“Come on in,” she said, stepping aside and opening the door widely to let me in.

I limped my way over the threshold with my crutches, and waited as she shut the door and led me down the hallway. The inside of the house was bright and open, much like my parents' in architecture and floor plan. Following her to what I assumed would be her office, I got a view of what I'd longed to see—her tight little ass swaying side to side under the slinky fabric, perfection. I'd love to grab a hold of and squeeze, or better yet, slap until it was nice and red while she was calling out—

Hehehe...Why do I have the feeling sparks will fly VERY soon?

I don't want to give the plot away, nor do I want to take away from the story. But let me just say this: I am in LOVE with it now. It's so detailed and has so much more in it than I thought it would. We're ten chapters in and we don't even see any love from Bella/Jasper. Their friendship as well as their working relationship is blooming, and as he deals with other issues, he is slowly becoming a really decent guy.

So, you need to RUN to read this fic! It's an excellent read, and if the first ten chapters are any indication, this story will be one we'll be talking about for a while!

Plus...Jasper + Marine = HOTT.

Need I say more?? I think not.