So I don't think they have arguments as such, more disagreements. I think Jasper disagrees with Alice over HER lack of HER own safety and Alice also disagrees with Jasper over her safety. BUT from different angles. Jasper is very much from the angle of "I love you, you're the most precious thing in my life, I must protect you at all costs" and obviously we see a glimpse of that in the Twilight series during Midnight Sun, New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn.

(e.g. He wants to kill Bella in MS because of the danger of Bella knowing what The Cullen's are and how that danger poses as a threat to Alice.

He does his best to prevent Alice from doing anything during the Eclipse newborn army fight so that she doesn't get injured.)

He doesn't believe that Alice values her safety enough (NEW MOON!), I HC that New Moon isn't the only time she puts herself at risk for others. I think it frustrates him to no end due to the whole "You're my whole life, I would die without you. Please stop putting yourself at risk"

Alice is from the angle of "I know you love me, thanks..." "I can look after myself, I need to do this, you're being overprotective, you're the one who taught me how to fight, I've got my visions" etc.. (We also know Alice values Jasper's safety and puts him first too.) How they resolve this? I think they make sure they're in private or as private as they can be surrounded by super-human hearing vampires. I think they discuss it, try to articulate how they're feeling (also helped by Jasper's gift) and a lot of reassurance from Alice's gift. I think Jasper will agree to backdown a bit (he absolutely will not do this) and Alice will agree to consider options before acting impulsively and instinctually based on her visions (she absolutely will not do this).

Alice is dressing Jasper for his very first meeting with Jenks (the father of the Jenks in Breaking Dawn). An excerpt from this 1974 one-shot, Jasper POV.

"You do realize that the whole point is to intimidate him," I reminded Alice, looking at her in the mirror. "Not impress him. I'm supposed to look mysterious. Scary. Malevolent."

"You'th ook mythteriouth aiight," Alice mumbled around the collection of pin needles hanging out of her mouth. "Now hogth thtill."

"I look like a mild-mannered banker. Next one."

"Ogth FITHE!"

She peeled the banker alias off my shoulders, careful not to dislodge her alterations. "My study" now sported a tailor's triple dressing mirror, complete with fluorescent lighting overhead. What with Alice's diminutive size, there was a depression in the floor for the lucky victim to step into, at least, and not a stage. Rosalie and Esme were only too happy to oblige, but Alice's ventures into niche fashion were ever-expanding and she had finally crossed the Rubicon into men's formalwear. It was doubtful whether she would ever manage her own boutique, but that didn't stop her from enlisting Edward, Emmett, Carlisle, and me on a regular basis for model duty.

Her inspirations occasionally made their debuts in a half-dozen store windows scattered around the continent. It hurt her pride that so far, the only business owners willing to showcase her designs were the sort that her venture capital also happened to be holding up, but fame was fame. We were all just lucky we were impervious to pin needles.

Alice plucked the pins out of her mouth. Mumbling incoherently around them was an important part of the role, but they did have a tendency to start dissolving after a while. "You'll like this one," she said, producing a dark gray trench coat.

"Now that's more like it." I tried it on and peered at my three selves with satisfaction. "Hat?"

"Good grief, no. We're going for silent, edgy gangster, not Dick Tracy. Hmm... maybe these?" She darted into our bedroom closet and returned with a pair of aviator mirror sunglasses. I slipped them on.

"Oh, I like that," Alice decided. She leaned forward and planted her chin on my shoulder and wrapped her arms around my waist; we were the same height for the moment. She studied me in the mirror, twisting a little smile while I tried out a few homicidal expressions for her entertainment. "I like that a lot," she whispered in my ear. She did; I could feel it. Her eyes glazed over for a moment as she visited the future.

"Poor human," she said lightly. "You'll have him blubbering like a kid the moment he sees you. He'll never know what hit him."

"Can you not scold me when I'm in the middle of saving your life? It's a little ungrateful."

#ur covered in blood?? like some kind of slut??