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My heart pounded and my knees fell weak. The chirps and beeps of the machines numbed the nerves that began to quiver. I could feel everything inside of me silence. My heart stopped pounding, my stomach stopped turning and my muscles stopped shaking. All I could feel were my knees falling to the cold tile.
Hands grabbed at my shoulders, each one pulling me. I grappled for air, while my hands barely were able to keep me up. All I could hear were the slurs of screaming and echoes of crying. I couldn't hear anything but the heart inside me breaking.
"Jason….Would you like to say goodbye?"
10 DAYS PRIOR.
MONDAY.
The car's motor hummed, the radio lightly played a station it had come pre-programmed with. The snow began to fall against my windshield, forcing me to squint through the gaps. A figure in the distance appeared, the only shadow in the blur of white. Drawing in a long deep breath I pulled the keys from the ignition and stepped out of my car.
Curls of dirty-blonde fell underneath the white knitted hat, her black coat accented against her white knitted mittens. And with jeans and winter boots, she stood before me. For a moment, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the last time I felt this complete, and nothing came to mind. I opened my eyes again to find her smiling at me sweetly. We took a few steps towards each other before she leaned into me, her arms wrapping around my neck and her body against mine.
"I'm happy you're here." She whispered into my shoulder.
I patted her head gently with one hand while my other rested on her back, "Me too."
I grabbed the suitcase and backpack she had dropped in the snow and put it in the back of my SUV. She hopped in the front seat, while I took the seat behind the wheel. It felt right having her beside me and knowing I was bringing her back to Port Charles, back home. We drove for hours, only stopping a few times. It was oddly nice to see her feet on the dashboard and her eyes fluttering in midst of a dream. And when she was awake she told me all about school, about her friends, asked questions about Port Charles and forced me to play car games. I wouldn't play car games for anyone else. It was midnight when we finally pulled into town. The streets were lit from the lights above while the roads were covered in snow. It was empty, bare. Just the darkness to fill its entity. I pulled into the garage and woke her from her slumber. We walked into the lobby and rode the elevator to the fourteenth floor. Immediately as we stepped out, we faced about ten guards. I nodded at them collectively, unlocking the door and placing her bags on the floor.
She stepped into the penthouse tentatively, only moving a foot enough for the door to shut. She examined the place from corner to corner. Her eyes dipped through the crevices and each photo on the mantel. I took off my coat, asked for hers and hung them up in the closet. When I turned around she had moved her way to the couch. Her hands on her knees, she fumbled with the ring on her finger.
"So…this is where you live." Her eyes looked up at mine.
"Yeah, this is it. It's not much…" I sat in the chair across from her and put a foot on the coffee table.
"Why won't you tell me what I'm doing here? Why did you have to pull me out of school, and why aren't I spending winter break with Uncle Peter?" Her eyes began to collect moisture. I leaned forward, reaching out for her hands.
"You trust me, don't you?"
"…Yeah."
"Then just trust me." After a moment, she nodded. I clapped my hands together and rose to my feet. "Okay, let's get you settled in. Your room is upstairs."
I showed her to the "regrettably pink room". Spinelli agreed that for the meantime he would stay with Maxie. She placed her suitcases on the floor and looked at me in the doorway. Leaving her to unpack and get to sleep, I shut her door with the greatest securities. Fifteen years ago I gave a large part of my heart and life away, willingly. To finally have her back is like finally being able to breathe again. I felt like my head was being forced under water for so long, and after so long I pulled my head above water, my heart was filled with relief and I'm still just trying to catch my breath.
There was a lot left I needed to tell her, Sam and Carly. There were secrets I couldn't hide any longer. But having her in my eyesight and protection allowed me an advantage I never had before. Everything else would need to come in a step at a time.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey everyone! I'm home for winter break, seem to have some time on my hands this idea spinning in my mind. I love Carly and Jason, everything about them and their friendship. And instead of the nonsense with Brenda and Dante's baby I decided that Carly and Jason will have a baby. The times of how/where she was born may seem a little out there, but I'm hoping it will slide by because I love this idea/story! Please REVIEW! Thanks!