I do not own these characters. This is just a little something I thought up.
Chapter 1
Elizabeth pushed opened the door of the first place she had happened upon. She was tired and thirsty. She just wanted to sit back and relax for a minute and maybe get a drink of water. She knew she needed to keep moving, but she wasn't going to get anywhere if she didn't find some food and water soon. She didn't think she had eaten anything since this morning…early this morning. It had been a long day. It had taken a while to ditch the guards. She looked around the room she had just entered. Not the best place to be, but hopefully she wouldn't have to stay long. She needed to find somewhere to sleep tonight. She walked to the bar and sat down. "Can I get a glass of water please?"
The bartender laughed. Who was she kidding? "Kid, I think you've got the wrong place. Pick yourself up and walk right back out of here. I don't want any trouble tonight, and you look like you could cause a hell of a lot of it. Go on now…git."
Elizabeth crossed her arms and looked around. There were only a couple of guys in the corner. She hated when men talked to her that way. She was an adult. She could make up her own mind. If she wanted to be here, she could. She turned back to the bartender and said, "Look. I just want something to drink and maybe a bite to eat, and then I will happily be on my way and out of your hair. It's been a long day. The faster you help me, the faster I…git my trouble self out of here."
He snorted and then shrugged. "Don't say I didn't warn ya." He sat a glass in front of her and poured something into it and then said, "I'll bring you a sandwich."
Elizabeth leaned down and sniffed at what he had given her. It wasn't water. It smelled gross. She took a tiny sip and almost spit out it out before she forced herself to swallow. She shook her head once it was swallowed and then shrug. Okay, so a glass of water was out of the question. She would pay for the sandwich and go. She sat there thinking back over the day. She couldn't believe her father. The man had barely been around as she was growing up. All he ever did was pick a new place to ship her off to so that she wouldn't be in his hair. Apparently she was more trouble than she was worth to him as well. She seemed to get that where ever she went. She either caused too much trouble, or she wouldn't shut up, or…well it was always something. She could probably write a list that was pages long of all the comments she had received from her father, relatives, and all other caregivers he father had paid to keep her out of his hair.
She took another sip of the drink and shook her head again. Yeah…apparently she was pretty worthless. That is until she reached the age of eighteen. In the past three years, she had all of a sudden been her father's most prized possession. All his little molester friends just couldn't keep there hands off her. She did her best to stay away from them…even going as far as locking herself in her room for a while there whenever she knew one of his friends were coming over or one of his parties was going on…but no, he wasn't going to have that. Now she was an asset to him. He showed her off and strutted her around. And if one of his friends got a little out of hand, well then it was obviously her fault because she was always trouble. She must have made the man think she wanted more. Then there were the beatings because on of his friends touched her inappropriately, and he wasn't going to have that. No siree. Because she was suppose to be perfect until he could get her properly married off to the man of his choice.
She took a bigger drink this time. What happened to that sandwich? She shrugged. Who cares really? Thinking back to a couple of days ago, she sort of dazed out…
She knocked on her father's door and waited for a response. She had been summoned. "Come in," she heard. She walked in the room and stood perfectly straight in front of his desk, as was expected.
Her father, Jeff Webber, was one of the largest banking and investment men in the state of New York City. Of course, everyone believed him to be perfect…huge house, huge bank located in the middle of New York City, owner of one of the largest investment firms around, and a single father to boot with a beautiful daughter that any man would like to get his hand on…and believe me, many had tried. But Elizabeth knew the truth. He was a horrible father, a drunk, and was just some how lucky now because he had some many others to blame for a mistake he made. He was also now a crook, because just recently, he had found that he could make a large amount of money off the mobsters and rum dealers…funneling their money through his various businesses. He had actually just landed an account for one of the largest mobsters around…Sonny Corinthos.
He looked his daughter up and down. He sat back and twirled a pencil in between his fingers and took a sip of his drink. "Well, Elizabeth. How was your trip to visit the Quartermaines?"
Elizabeth smiled. He father was up to something. He was never interested in any of her trips. "I had a lovely time. Emily and I spent days out on the water. How was you week?"
Jeff sat his drink down and smiled. He stood up and walked around to lean on the front of the desk in front of his daughter. He took her shoulders and said, "I have had the most enjoyable time. You are about to as well. You are to be married in two weeks, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth felt her father pull her into a hug. She was in shock. She had thought she would be able to get out from under him before he made any plans. It was one of the things her and Emily had discussed all week. She was going to get out of her home and hop a ship to…well to anywhere but here. Preferably Italy…it's where she had always dreamed of going. But no, not this.
She pulled back from her father and said, "I'm not getting married."
He shoved her away from him and walked back to his chair. He sat down heavily and took a drink, and then poured himself another. He looked at her with fire in his eyes. "You are my daughter. You will do as I say. I have arranged for you to marry a man who has opened one of the largest accounts I have ever imagined within one of my banks. I have too many opportunities with this for you to throw one of your tantrums." He took another long drink, and then turned to her. "You will be married in two weeks to Sonny Corinthos."
She shook herself back into the present for a moment just as a sandwich of bread and cheese was sat in front of her. "Thanks," she mumbled.
The bartender shrugged and said, "Well, that's all I got. Now hurry it up and git on out of here. Trouble's going to be showing up anytime now and I can't be taking care of you. I have enough to do without a little filly like you being here."
"Fine, fine. I'll hurry." She sat a couple of dollars on the counter. "This will cover it, right."
The bartender snatched it up and nodded. She had just over paid, but he wasn't going to admit it. "Fine…be gone in ten minutes tops, ya hear."
Elizabeth nodded and began to eat. The bread was hard, but it was something at least. She had been driving in circles for a while now and wasn't sure exactly where she was going to end up next. She laughed when she thought of the fits her father was probably throwing as she sat here. Last night as soon as she knew her father and her guards were down for the night, she had left the house. She had driven towards the city and left her car near the docks. She had called a friend from school about getting another car for her…anything that would get her around. He had met her at the docks with the car. She had gotten in and just drove where ever the roads would take her. She was considering visiting Emily, but she was afraid that would be one of the first places her father would look. She thought that maybe she would just work her way down the coast and take a ship further down. She hoped her father would already think she had done that. She had screamed she was going to…she had yelled she was going to leave. She had even listed out every horrible thing she had ever heard about Sonny Corinthos…he was a mobster, he killed people, he moved rum up and down the coast, he used people, and he most definitely used women. He never was without a new woman on his arm. He had already been married once, and she had been murdered. But from what Emily said, even while he was married to her, he was with all kinds of other women. The Quartermaine's lived in the same town as Sonny, and they hated him. Supposedly it was because he had taken their brain-damaged son and turned him into a killer…not that she had ever meet the guy or even heard his name. Emily had just sort of mentioned once, but had immediately gotten quiet and said her family didn't talk about him. Elizabeth shrugged to herself. Probably for the best. Now she just needed to figure out where to go. She didn't want to be found, but she didn't have a lot of money either. She'd have to be careful…maybe find a job along the way. Yeah…she could do this. She would support herself and get away from her father. No one else was going to help.
Men kept pouring into the place. But Elizabeth was in her own little world, thinking about what to do next. She didn't even notice the two that had been whispering about her walk up until it was too late.
Chapter 2
Jason was pissed off. He already had enough to do without the new little assignment Sonny had dumped on him. Sonny had already had him running up and down the coast making sure no one stole from his seedy little bars and checking up on some rumors that were circling. Someone apparently wanted a piece of the action Sonny was cashing in on, and his orders had been to kill whomever he found trying to set up shop in his area.
He knew he worked for the guy, but he was getting ready for a break of some sort. Even if it was a day or so to get some rest. Sonny had been running him ragged for a while now…trying to claim Jason was one of his most trusted workers. Jason snorted into his drink. Sure he was…he was just the one that would do the job the fastest and not give any questions, mostly because he was just there for the job. He didn't have anything else going to him…in fact, he couldn't even remember anything from his past thanks to his brother A.J. Right now, he didn't know if this was a good thing or not. He had just liked the fact that Sonny didn't try to push anything on him from the past like everyone else from Port Charles. They didn't want to hear that he didn't remember anything. They thought that they could just jog his memory by attacking him ever chance they got. Sonny offered him a new life…a new thing that apparently the old Jason Quartermaine would never even think of doing. He almost liked the fact that everyone steered clear of him now. It was easier that way…no connections.
The only connections he had now were ones of his own choosing. Women were always sniffing around him for a little roll in the sack or a drink. One of the ones that seemed to roll around most often was Carly Roberts. Every time he was in town, she just seemed to appear, as if by magic. But the last time he had been in town was different. She had started getting clingy, and he wasn't a clingy kind of guy. But she just wouldn't go away, so he had made her go away by choosing a little brunette over her. Man was she pissed. So pissed, that she had ran to Sonny and connected with him. She just had to have someone in her pants. The only thing was he had walked in on it. If only she knew, he would never touch her again now that Sonny had had her. It didn't work that way with him. She had screamed and yelled about that right before he had left town. For once, he had begged for an assignment. That, plus Sonny had told her to go on because he was getting married and didn't want her around. Jason laughed knowing that the conversation hadn't gone very well for Sonny.
Sonny had mentioned the Carly issue on the phone when he had called to check in. Apparently she was causing quiet a fuss…even going as far as to say she was pregnant because of Sonny. Well, Jason was glad he had avoided that one. But then Jason gave him his new little assignment. Sonny new little fiancée had ditched town and was on the run. He had told Jason to find Elizabeth Webber at all costs. That she was a beautiful, brunette woman. She was so small you could almost span he waist with one hand. She would come easily once she was found…she was really a meek, little woman. Sonny said the last time her father had seen her was last night. When they had gone to wake her this morning to bring her to Port Charles, she was gone, as was her car. The guards had found her car near the docks of New York City, but after asking around no one had sold her a ticket or seen her down there. He had said to come directly back for a picture of her, and then to find her quick. He was going to have this woman for his wife as soon as possible. It had been promised in a business deal, plus he wanted Carly off his back.
Jason disagreed with the way Sonny wanted this handled. It really rubbed him the wrong way of considering a woman part of a business deal. No wonder the girl…or woman had run off. None of the woman he had met would want to be part of a business deal unless they were getting something out of it. He smiled to himself knowing that Sonny was probably tearing his home apart because something wasn't going his way. He always expected everything to go his way and for him to always get what he wanted. He almost felt bad about having to find this…woman for him. But he knew that as soon as he was done, he would get out of town for a while for a break. Sonny would just have to live without him for a month or so.
Jason had just finished his drink when he watched two men walk up to the little girl at the counter. This girl really shouldn't be here. She didn't look like someone who would be a regular at a bar like this. She had probably just gotten a little lost. But she needed to leave, because trouble was walking her way. Jason didn't like trouble going on around unless he was starting it himself. And today wasn't a day for trouble for him. Plus he had seen some cops driving near by earlier, and if trouble started now, some attention might be drawn to this place. Then this place would have to close down for a while until the attention had moved on else where, and Sonny wouldn't like that.
The two men were trying to get the little girls attention. He watched her roll her eyes at them and stand up to leave. The guys laughed at whatever she had just said, but then grabbed her. The bartender was pretending to ignore what was going on, so Jason decided to step in. Little did he know, he was about to get an attachment that he never thought was possible.
Chapter 3
"Let me go, you pigs. I'm out of here." She yanked her arm from the first drooling guys hand. These men smelled and looked as if they hadn't bathed in weeks. She knew she should have hurried. She had been so dazed that she hadn't even realized all these people had entered the place. How stupid could she be? You would think after three years of learning to dodge her father's yucky friends that she would have kept her eye out for her surroundings. Stupid, stupid Elizabeth, she could hear her father saying. If you'd been paying attention, they wouldn't have been able to corner you. The only reason they were touching you is because you asked for it…didn't you?
She jumped up from her seat, almost as if she had been slapped by her father…which is usually what happened at the end of those conversations. But she felt someone grab her arm again. She was starting to get nervous. Normally her guards would step in now. Maybe she couldn't care for herself. No…no this wasn't happening. She could do this. She turned back around and stomped on the second guy's foot and yanked her arm away. "I said I'm leaving. And I plan on leaving without the two of you. Now back off." She turned to try for the door once again. Why wasn't that bartender giving her any assistance with the...stupid men? She was really starting to hate them all.
She felt both her arms being grabbed and felt herself being pulled backwards. "Hey, I said stop…leave me alone."
The first guy picked her up and sat her on the bar. "How about another drink for the pretty lady? A few more drinks and I'm sure you'll be a little nicer."
Elizabeth turned her head from the smell. This man smelled as if all he was was drinks. She wanted to throw up just smelling him. She tried to slide off the counter, but the second slid in front of her.
He placed himself with one of her legs in between his. "Now don't you go leaving. We just want to get a little friendly. Drink you a few and it will be real nice." And then he started laughing.
Elizabeth stopped to think. She didn't need to freak out. She needed to get out of here and to the car. Then she could leave. But she needed to move quickly. She jerked her knee up to hit the guy in the groin before the first guy returned with the drinks. She watched him jerk down and almost fall over as she jumped off the bar and rushed towards the door. Once again she felt an arm grab her.
"Now don't you go leaving like that. My friend here didn't like how you just talked to him. You're going to have to make it up to him." He was pulling her back towards the bar.
Elizabeth tried to get him off of her arm, but he started to squeeze tighter. But then she felt him stop. What now? She looked up to see the biggest, most beautiful man she had ever seen. If there was ever a guy that could have talked her into a little more fun, it was this guy. She just bet he had all kind of fun. Dark blond hair, huge muscular arms, tight flat stomach, blue eyes so deep that you could just dive into them, and that mouth. She wished she could just kiss that mouth once. If one of her guards had ever looked like this, she would have never ditched him…she would have talked him into leaving with her. But then the eyes changed. They became as cold as ice and hard as steel. Maybe not.
Jason stopped the guys with a stare. "I believe I heard her say to leave her alone…that she was leaving."
"Mr…Mr…ahh…Morgan," the first guy stuttered, "we were just trying to be friendly."
Jason shook his head, "Some how I doubt that. Let her go, and go on about your drinks. If you cause any more problems, you can leave."
The first guy looked at his friend. They weren't letting her go…they hadn't had any female company in weeks. He saw his friend nod, and he turned to Mr. Morgan. "We'll just leave now and take our friend with us."
Jason grabbed Elizabeth's other arm. He looked into her eyes. He could tell she was frightened, but she also looked like she was mad as hell right now. Interesting combination.
Elizabeth didn't know if she should be thankful this guy had stepped in or pissed off. She didn't need a body guard. She would have gotten away from these two. She really hated some guys. She jerked away from everyone and said, "I'm leaving. Y'all can fight amongst yourself, but it won't be about me."
Jason watched as she ran out the door. Well, that answered his question about whether she wanted to stay or not. He grabbed the guy before he could chase her. "You heard her…she's leaving. I don't think she wants you following her."
The bartender decided to pick this time to jump in. "I told 'er. I told 'er I didn't want any trouble and that she needed to git on outta here. But she didn't listen. I told 'er she'd cause trouble."
Jason glared at the bartender so that he would shut up. He got the idea, because he shut his mouth quickly. He looked back just as an arm swung in his direction. He grabbed the arm of the second guy and knocked both guys into each other and then swung to punch the guy that had tried to hit him. Next thing he knew, more and more people were jumping into a brawl and the bartender was hiding under the counter. He swung and connected with a few different guys as he worked his way out of the door. He knew it was only a matter of time before the bartender called the police, and he didn't need to be here. That would get him noticed, and that he didn't want. Most people knew he worked for Sonny, and that would cause trouble at some of Sonny's other establishments.
He ran out into the dirt lot and noticed that the girl was gone. Good riddance. She shouldn't have been here anyway. He had just wanted to tell her to pick her establishments a little better next time. But he couldn't really say that. He had really just wanted to see her one more time. She was beautiful. She had full lips that had wanted to kiss and a mouth that made you want to sink yourself into. And she couldn't have weighed more then 100 pounds when wet, but he could imagine that 100 pound body wrapped around him and begging for release…..wait. He shook his head and jumped in the car. What was he thinking? She was a kid, and he had a job to do. He cranked up the car a moved off as quickly as it allowed. He had managed to just get down the road when a couple of car cars speed by with sirens. Well, that was one thing he would have to remember to update Sonny on. The bar was probably going to be down for a while.
His mind ended up wondering back to the girl and the fire he had seen in her eyes. She was pissed right before she left, and he thought she might have been pissed at him. That one was new. Usually women wanted him around. He shook his head once again wondering why it kept coming back to her. He had never had this situation before. Usually once the woman left, he never thought about her again. There was no reason…so why this one?
He hoped he had gotten far enough away to not be found because he was sure the guys were going to sing his name, but as long as he couldn't be found, the police probably wouldn't believe him. He continued on for a few miles when he noticed a car on the side of the road.
He looked over, just expecting to keep on driving. He usually didn't stop to help, and he still wouldn't have if he hadn't seen her kicking the back wheel.
Just his luck…the girl just wouldn't go away.
Chapter 4
She couldn't believe her luck. Seeing what had happened now, she believed it was only a matter of hours before she was found. Just her dumb luck, she gets away from those stupid guys, only to get away and have a flat tire. She hoped none of those guys came this way. They would just love to be able to get a hold of her now with no one to step in…especially not Mr. Gorgeous.
"Uhhggg.." she moaned and kicked the tire. How could she be thinking about that man now? She needed to think and get this fixed. How did you change a tire? She tired to remember what her guards had done before when she heard another vehicle pull up behind her. Great, she thought. She looked for something to grab for protection. All she could come up with was an umbrella…she was really pathetic. She looked up and Mr. Gorgeous was coming her way. What was he, a guardian angel or something? And now he was getting wet. She had only had a glimpse of his body before. Now she could just melt…how was it possible for a man to be this beautiful and sculptured? She almost wished she had some clay to sculpture him…to catch his physic.
She looked away and pretended to look at something else. Something was seriously wrong with her. She glanced back up as he stopped beside her.
Jason bent down and said, "You've got a flat tire."
She shook her head. Apparently he thought she was an idiot. "No, you think?" She gave him a look of disgust.
Wow…how many different moods did she go through in such a short time? He wanted to laugh at her, especially since it was because of him she was able to leave the bar in the first place, but for some reason she was still pissed at him. "I figured you knew that," he said gruffly, "do you have a spare?"
Elizabeth threw up her hands and walked to the back of the car. As she opened the trunk she mumbled to herself, "As if I didn't think about that…a spare. What a novelty? All cars have spares, right? And knowing my amazing luck, there won't be one I'm sure."
He listened to her mumble to herself as she dug through the back of the car. She was beautiful and didn't know when to shut up. Just like a woman. Yack, yack, yack. It was starting to amuse him, so he began to frown. What was this girl doing to him? She was probably like 15…16 at the most. He watched her throw her hands up in disgust and slam the lid down.
Of course Lucky didn't have everything she needed for the car. She should have checked that. She was so stupid sometimes…just like what everyone said about her. Lucky and Emily had to be the only two people in the world that she hadn't run off yet. She turned back to MR. Gorgeous and shook her head. "I don't have a spare."
Jason shrugged and walked to his car. That's when he heard some more sirens. He saw her jump and start grabbing two bags out of the car. He knew he needed to try to get out of here, but he didn't expect this little girl to react the same way. He watched as she tossed stuff in his car and jumped in. She looked at him and he heard her yell, "Come on. We need to go." He didn't understand, but he knew that he needed to leave. If the cops pulled him in, he would be waiting for a couple of days for Sonny's lawyer to show up, and then he would have to face Sonny afterwards. He jumped in the car after her and cranked it up. Hopefully they could get far enough away.
As the car pulled away, she said, "Sorry, but I think they are looking for me."
Jason looked at her in shock and asked, "For you? Why would they be looking for you?"
Elizabeth looked around nervously and tried to find the sounds. "Look, do we really have to get into this right now. I'd rather get away from the cops."
Jason shrugged. She was in some sort of trouble. Why didn't he figure that out when he first saw her? Maybe he was off, but he usually knew when something was up with people. He could almost read them at times…and if he couldn't, his stare and profession seemed to make them spill. But she was different…there was something more there. And from the looks of her, she came from good family…the clothes and bags said that, even if the car she drove was a little off. But what was it about her? He couldn't quiet place his finger on it.
Elizabeth kept looking around and said, "Look. Just get me to the next bus stop or train or something, and I promise to be out of your hair." She couldn't believe her dad had the cops after her. She just figured her father would send her guards after her. She didn't think he would involve the law, because that would be too public…too publicized. He father did not like publicity unless it showed him in a good light. If he had gotten the police involved, he might beat her until she was almost dead this time.
He looked over at her. He couldn't understand this girl. Earlier she was pissed, and now she looked so scared she was shaking. He looked behind him and saw cars coming closer. "Shit!"
"What?" She jumped around looking. She started to grab her bags and hook them around her. "Just let me out."
"What? No!" Jason shook his head. "If I can't loose them, we'll get out together. What do you think you are going to do by yourself way out here? The closest town is twenty miles away…nothing between there but a couple of farms and trees."
Elizabeth tried to open the door, but he pushed her hands away. She turned to him and said, "Just let me out. I can take care of myself. And I can't let them get me, because I'm not going back. I'm probably dead if I go back." She tried to open the door again.
Jason pulled her hands from the door yet again. "Will you stop? Considering the fact that I've saved your little butt twice tonight, don't blame me for not trusting you to take care of yourself. Second, they are probably after me, not you. And lastly, if you want me to get away from them, calm down and let me work." He placed both hands back on the wheel, and turned at the first road he found. The cops turned after him. "Damn it!" He took another quick turn and said, "Do you have everything that might let them know who you are?" She nodded her head. "I'm going to run the car into a tree." She looked at him in shock. "Just jump out and run into the trees. I'll set the car on fire and run after you. Maybe they'll think we died in the crash." He could only hope these cops were that dumb.
Elizabeth held on tight, anticipating the crash. She jerked as the car hit the tree and hit her head on the front board. She pulled back, held her head, and jumped out. She ran into the trees and up the hill. She wasn't sure where to go exactly. She paused at the top of the hill and pulled back her hand. Blood…her head was bleeding.
Jason grabbed the bag with the books and his guns, and then jumped out. He lit a cloth and tossed it in the car, and then tossed another on the front. He ran towards the tree just as the car blew up. Damn, this sucked. Now he was going to have to hike. Not that he disliked hiking, but he'd kind of gotten use to riding. He ran up the hill. Why was she just standing there? He grabbed her arm and said, "Come on. We've got to go."
They ran through the trees. Branches were hitting both of them in the face, but he kept pulling her along. They had to find a creek to cross just in case the brought dogs out. Every time a branch hit her, he heard her groan. She'd have to live with it until he knew they wouldn't be found.
She groaned every time a branch hit her head. It was throbbing and blood was running down her face. She could feel it. She hoped they'd stop soon. Where was he dragging her? All of a sudden, her feet were wet. That idiot. He had pulled her into a creek or something. The water was up to her knees. "What are you doing? I'm getting soaking wet."
"Just shut up and come on. The water will throw off the dogs if they send them after me…or us…or whatever. Just come on." He kept pulling her along. He wasn't going to leave her behind. He didn't know what kind of trouble she was in, but he seemed to have gotten sucked into it feet first. And if the cops really were after her, she had a lot of explaining to do.
She followed him as best she could. She didn't need this. She didn't need a man. She especially didn't need Mr. Gorgeous. She bet the guy could walk in anywhere without having everyone stare in a trance at him. No woman would forget him, and if she were around, they would remember her just because they hated her for being near him. She really needed to lose this guy. Apparently her libido couldn't handle him.
He stopped and let her go. He heard a splash. What the…he turned around and she was pulling herself back up again.
She couldn't believe he hadn't given her a warning. He had just let her go, and not expecting it, she dropped. Right into the water…now she was wet from head to toe, and her bags were wet too. Great. She held a hand up and said, "Can you give me a hand here?"
Jason rolled his eyes and held his hand out, "And you said you could take care of yourself. Yet the first time I'm not holding you, you hit the water."
She rubbed her face and said, "Well, if you had warned me that we were about to stop, I probably wouldn't have fell." She heard him snort, so she shoved him.
He fell slightly sideways. Once he'd steadied himself, he flipped around. "Don't pull that again. I didn't have to help you at the bar. I didn't have to stop to help you. You didn't have to jump into my car. In fact, if I had just kept to myself, I would probably be long gone, and you would probably be getting sex from two guys that you wouldn't want to touch any part of you. So, keep your hands to yourself, and as soon as I can get rid of you, I will."
He turned back around. She looked at his back. The pig…even if he was slightly right. Scary right, in fact. "I could have taken care of myself." She heard a snort again. She was really starting to hate this guy. "I could have. But thank you for doing all that crap. Now if you don't mind, if you'll just point me in the direction of the closest town, I will get out of your hair."
Jason shook his head. "Doesn't work that way. For now, we stick together. You owe me some explanations for why I'm stuck in this situation. Plus, from the look of things, I would just have to save you from another situation you've gotten yourself in, and it will save me time to just have you here then try to figure out what you've done."
Elizabeth knew she hated just about every man she had ever met, but this one took the case. And she had just met him, and already he had the same opinion of her as just about everyone else she had ever met. That she was useless and couldn't take care of herself…just get in trouble. She crossed her arms and tried to figure out what she could do to get away from here. If she could at least get to a phone, maybe she could call Emily or Lucky to help her out. Anything to get her away from this…guy. She grabbed her head again. After she looked at her head, she turned to pull something out of her bag.
He looked up as she was tying something around here head. Damn, he hadn't even thought about her head. He had seen her hit the front board, but he had just thought about them getting away. "Come here," he said. She snorted at him. She really did have some nerve. He could get use to this, and he had only known her for a night. "Come here," he said more forcefully.
He had to be kidding. "No. Leave me alone." She turned and walked towards the side. "I'm getting out of here."
He caught up to her and grabbed her arm. "Can you stop a minute? Let me look at your head."
She turned trying to see the spot in front of her. "Why? It's dark. It's not like you can really see anything."
She did have a sharp tongue. He stopped her once again and struck a match. He pulled off the…sock. He shrugged. Whatever worked he guessed. The gash on her head was bleeding pretty badly. He tied the sock back on tightly. "Hopefully that will stop or at least slow the bleeding. Can you keep going?"
She hated the fact that when he touched her she felt something stirring down deep. She'd never felt that with another guy…why Mr. Gorgeous. She snorted. Probably because even though she was acting her worse, he was still willing to help her. Mr. Gorgeous was almost turning out to be Mr. Perfect. She turned back to him and nodded. "Sure. Let's go."
He didn't know what to think. She had just quietly agreed. He didn't know what to expect from her. He turned and continued down the creek, but at a slower pace. "Well, since it looks like we're stuck together for a while, maybe we should know each others name. I'm Jason…Jason Morgan." He glanced back to get her reaction, but there was nothing there. She seemed lost in her thoughts.
So Mr. Gorgeous was Jason Morgan. Interesting name. Seemed a little familiar, but now wasn't the time to try to figure out where she had heard it. She knew he was waiting for her, and so she gave him a name to keep her safe for at least a little while longer. One that wouldn't be so off that she's not answer. She had thought about this one. "I'm Lizzie…Lizzie Webster."
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