"Sometimes, in order to save the ones we love, we must make the ultimate sacrifice." - unknown

She has known fear all her life, has battled with it and overcome it at times, but nothing could have prepared her for this. As she stares at her one true friend completely covered in blood, Elizabeth Webber experienced a whole new kind of fear, a fear for someone she loves.

It was self-defense, she tries to remind herself, it wouldn't be a far stretch for the man laying lifeless on the hotel bed. People from his walk of life were easily seen as the perpetrators rather than the victim. One claim from Emily that she had been defending herself and the courts would easily rule in favor of her.

Why wouldn't they? She's a Quartermaine, after all. Her family practically owns half the town while her future husband owns the other half. Between the Quartermaines and the Cassadines, surely they had enough pull in this town to have her acquitted of any actual fault.

But it wasn't the world of the righteous that sends fear straight through her heart and into the deepest parts of her soul. It wasn't the world of laws and justice that has her shaking to her core and pondering the best way to get her best friend out of this. No. It wasn't that world she feared.

It is the world of which this man has spawned from. The world that held its own set of rules, that ushered out its own form of punishments, a world where justice never prevailed. Its that world that has her running through a zillion thoughts at once, needing to find a way to save her friend from this. Somehow, someway, she has to save her.

"I...I didn't...I didn't mean to...to kill him." Emily shakes as the gun drops from her hand, falling with a loud bang onto the freshly polished floor. "Elizabeth, I..."

"Its okay." she assures, quickly making her way over to her friend's side. "Take your clothes off."

"Wha...what?" Emily looks at her in complete disbelief. "I just killed someone and you want me to take my clothes off."

"Just do it, please." she practically begs as she undresses herself. "We don't have a lot of time."

"Elizabeth..."

"Emily, please!" she snaps. "Just trust me."

Though she felt completely confused and in shock over what she has done, Emily obliges her best friend's request and removes her outer layer of clothing, leaving her in her undergarments. It wasn't until Elizabeth started dressing in the blood soaked clothes that Emily finally understood what her friend was implying.

"No!" Emily practically shouts. "No, I won't let you do this!"

"Take my clothes and get out of here." Elizabeth instructs, shoving her clothes into Emily's arms. "Emily, please, just go."

"You don't get to do this." Emily states sternly as Elizabeth wipes the handle of the gun and proceeds to put her fingerprints on it. "You don't get to save me this time!"

"Too late." Elizabeth places a soft kiss upon her friend's forehead before shoving her out of the room. "Remember what you said when we met?"

"You're like a white knight..."

"Always willing to save a damsel in distress." Elizabeth laughs softly in spite of the situation they have found themselves in. "Go, Em. Please."

Ignoring every instinct in her body, Emily rushes down the hallway, making it around the corner before the police storm into the hotel room. For a moment, her feet try to bring her back to the room, but she catches herself before she's able to make her presence known. With tears frozen in her eyes, she watches as Elizabeth is taken away in handcuffs. A blank expression on her face as they do.

Pulling out her cellphone, Emily calls the only person she can think to call in a situation like this, the only person she trusts to take care of the only other person that has ever sacrificed anything for her out of love. Punching in the numbers she knows by heart, she calls up her brother.

"Jason?" she whispers through her tears as her voice grows thick with emotion. "I need your help."

"Are you okay?" he questions immediately, audibly dropping whatever he was doing and booking it out of whatever room he was in. "Where are you?"

"The Metro Court Hotel." she says quickly. "I'm on my way to the police station."

"What happened?"

"Please...can you meet me there?" she asks with every drop of desperation that she feels. "I know its the last place you ever want to be..."

"I'm on my way." he says without hesitation, a sense of fear starting to settle into his heart.

"And Jason?"

"Yeah?"

"Bring Diane."

"Emily..."

"Please, Jason." she says with conviction, discreetly making her way down to her car. "I promise I'll explain everything when I see you."

"I'm on my way."