Title: The NEW Marvel
Name: Jules

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Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own any of the characters, except for Micah who is my creation, or any other new characters you may see, no matter how much I WISH I did. They belong ABC, General Hospital and One Life to Live.
Classification: AU, Action/Adventure, Romance, Angst, Comedy, Crossover
Summary: Jason gets Carly pregnant. She's scared, so she does what's she always does when scared. Runs, and goes home, to her father. Set in 1996 (Carly, OLTL crossover)

Status: Unfinished

Ok, I've decided, to go back in time in my story Marvel. You know, to the time where Carly was away. I'm not going to be showing what Jason was doing, but the Carly stuff. I don't know how many chapters this is going to take. Or how long this is going to be for. I just realized that I should show what happened, while she was away, where she was, whom she was with, and the other stuff I didn't mention. Don't worry, the story will stay the same, I'll be continuing from where I was in Marvel, as soon as I get this year of the story over with, I hope you don't mind!

The NEW Marvel

By Clover

Chapter 1

July 1996

After having thrown up most of the morning, Carly knew she couldn't take much more of this, so she made a doctor's appointment, luckily her OB/GYN had been able to fit her in after lunch due to a cancellation.

Carly went through the usual humiliations, she was poked, prodded, blood taken, and everything else, then the doctor sent her home, informing Carly that she'd call her with the test results when they came in if there was any anomalies.

Carly went straight home, having taken the rest of the afternoon off, and fell asleep on the couch. She didn't awaken until the phone woke her up six hours later, "Hello?" I truly have no idea how long it actually takes for doctors to do these tests, or how it works. I've never been pregnant, and I kind of forgot to ask my friend, in the many times SHE HAS been pregnant, how it exactly works . . . .

"Miss Carly Roberts?" A female voice inquired.

"This is she." She replied, sitting up in her bed.

"This is Dr. Newman. The results of your tests came back, and one of them came back positive."

Carly silently groaned and she braced herself for whatever the answer might be and then nervously questioned, "Which one?"

"The pregnancy test."

Carly didn't speak, she couldn't.

Eventually the doctor on the other end spoke up once again; afraid she'd been cut off, "Miss Roberts? Are you there?"

"I'm here . . . I'm here. Um . . . so do you know how far I am?"

"Only a month and a half."

"A m-month and a half? . . . Um, th-thank you." Carly stuttered.

"You're welcome. If you need to speak with me, just set up an appointment with my nurse. Oh, and Miss Roberts, congratulations." And with that, Dr. Newman hung-up.

"Right, congratulations . . . . Oh God . . . ." Carly moaned into an empty phone, then dropped it onto its receptor.

Carly closed her eyes and curled up into a ball, shocked. Slowly, the tears started to roll down her face, completely against her wishes.

A baby, a BABY . . . It that was the very LAST thing she'd needed in her life. She could barely figure out her own life, hell, to be honest, her own life was a mess, how the hell was she supposed to take care of a helpless infant?! A sob worked its way out of her throat, and the tears began falling faster. She sat alone in the darkening room, until she fell asleep, exhausted from all the emotional turmoil going on inside her head, a broken young woman, who had absolutely no idea how she was going to deal with this latest mess she'd created.

Nine am

When she woke up the next morning, with a stiff neck from sleeping on the couch, her head was no clearer, and her emotions no less conflicted than they had been the night before. Carly knew that she couldn't deal with this on her own, that Port Charles had been sucking the life out of her since she'd come to town, and it had only been one screw up after another. Jason had been the only shining point in her life there, and she'd obviously messed that up too. Her head a mess, and life a shambles, Carly decided to do what she always did when she was confused and absolutely everything was going out of control around her.

She was going to go home, things always came into perspective at home eventually.

Carly packed up her apartment, her few outfits, and some mementos, then arranged to have everything else in her apartment delivered to her. Lastly, she called the cab company, who sent a taxi, and she was on her way back where she belonged.

At the airport she bought her ticket, and after an hour or so of tedious waiting, she boarded the plane. Carly slept through the flight, and dreamed of Jason the whole time.

It had started out a happy dream. She and Jason together, having some good times together. Laughing, dancing, and just as Jason had about to kiss her, Robin showed up and pulled him away . . . while Carly looked after them with a baby in her arms

She woke up with a start when the wheels of the plane hit the runway, waking her up before she had a chance to run after them and fight back. She managed to keep herself from tearing up, and quickly busied herself with gathering her things to disembark from the plane.

After gathering her luggage, she got into yet another cab and was now almost home.

Once the cabbie started driving, she pulled out the cell phone that her grandfather had given her out of her purse and made her final call to Port Charles. She knew the number by heart, but dialing had never been so hard before.

"Morgan." The handsome blond that picked up the extension answered.

Carly smiled at the sound of his voice, "Hey Jason, I just wanted to say thank you. For everything you've done to help me. " She got a lump in her throat, and tears started to run down her cheeks again, "You are my best friend. And I will always, always appreciate what you've done for me since I met you. Love you Jase." Then she ended the call, not letting him say a word, knowing if she heard him say anything else, she might lose her conviction to do this. To stay away from him, to keep his child away from him . . . .

Carly took a couple of deep breaths, wiped away her tears, and composed herself just as the cab reached its destination.

She stepped out of the cab and looked around. It was just as she remembered it.

She paid the taxi driver, who had the sense not to question nor mention anything that had happened in that cab (something he'd learned over time, and as a result earned good money in tips). The driver helped her with her luggage, she thanked him, and they then parted ways. Carly steeled herself, then walked up to the door and knocked, her heart pounding. Had she visited in the last year, she wouldn't have knocked, but when she didn't visit more frequently than that, she found that barging in unannounced made her feel quite uncomfortable, until told 'Welcome Home'.

Carly heard footsteps and the door opened. A dark-brown haired man with a very muscular chest opened the door; a wide grin graced his face, having seen whom it was standing there with two bags. He then however noticed the look on her face, "Oh no, what's wrong?"

Carly burst into tears, "Oh Poppa . . ." throwing her arms around his neck.

Bo Buchanan let his daughter, whom he'd seen a few months a year since she was eight, sob for a moment, in shock, then managed to lead her into the room, and gently guided her into a sitting position on the couch.

Note from the author: Ok, I didn't really watch OLTL in 1996, or frankly 1997, so please, I know I'm rewriting history here, and probably totally not anywhere near what was happening, but just think of it as poetic license!

"What's wrong sweetie?" He inquired.

"I'm, I'm," His daughter managed to get a handle on her crying, then explained, "I'm pregnant. A month and a half along."

Bo was stunned, his 19-year-old daughter was pregnant, "How?" was the only question he could get out at the moment, though he had millions of them racing through his brain.

Carly gave him an incredulous look, "Well, how were Drew and I made?"

"I know that." He sighed, "Who's the father? And for that matter, where is he?"

"His name is Jason. He's back in Port Charles, where he lives and works." Carly explained, biting her lip.

Bo suspicions were beginning to become aroused, sighing he asked, "I see . . . Does he even know?"

"No." Carly said softly, shaking her head, "I just found out yesterday, and I came right here after not being able to clear my head by this morning." Carly clarified.

"Why didn't you tell him?" He asked justifiably.

"Because, he's in love with someone else." Carly blurted out, she took a couple of deep breaths, closing her eyes for a moment to calm down then in a much calmer tone went on, "We broke it off a while ago . . . . Do you mind if I, stay here, for awhile?"

"Of course not! You're my daughter, you will always have a home here."

"Thank you Poppa." She hugged him firmly.

Just then the front door opened, and Nora Buchanan walked in. She was quite surprised to see the back of her stepdaughter's head, "Caroline!"

Carly pulled away from her father and looked at her step-mom with a tear stained face.

"Oh dear." Nora walked right over and sat down next to her, "Alright what's happened now? Tell me everything sweetheart, from beginning to end."

For the next hour, they all talk about what had happened.

"What do you plan on doing?" Nora asked after listening to the tale of the last month of Carly's life.

"I have no idea. But the first step is to get over Jason . . . . Which could take a couple of months . . . or maybe years." Carly admitted.

"Well, I hope you know you're welcome to stay here as long as you like." Nora assured her.

"You guys are the best."

Two weeks later

Carly had managed to at least stop feeling sorry for herself, and had started to make a new life for herself in Llanview, and in less than a year that would include her child as well.

She'd found a new doctor, and he said that everything was just as it should be.

Now, came the hard part, she had to tell her closest relatives, since only the doctor, her father and Nora knew she was pregnant. And by closest, she meant the ones she liked.

July 12, 1996

Carly invited Jessi, Drew, Kevin, Rachel, Bo, Nora (even though it was their house), and Joey over, telling them she had an announcement to make. Her father and Nora had promised not to say anything to anyone about the whole situation.

Two pm

Joey and Jessi were the last two to arrive. They both hugged their cousin, and then joined the rest of the group, whom were restlessly waiting in the living room.

Carly followed them into the room, a little nervous, they were her family, and she'd never wanted to disappoint them. They were some of the only people in the world whose opinions she actually cared about.

"Ok, well, I bet you are all wondering why I came home, and if you really want to be honest with yourselves and me, where the hell I've been for the past two years." Carly started, with the response of muffled laughter from some, plus various murmured agreement "Well, first I spent some time in Europe, then I came back to the USA, I traveled around the country, seeing what I could see, checking out all those cities we see on our favorite TV shows, and always want to visit, but never get the chance . . . I then moved to a little town called Port Charles, New York, because some private investigator managed to track me down and told me that my birth mother was looking for me."

At that point Carly quickly surveyed her families faces and could see a few were shocked, some were taking it all in, and the rest were just waiting for her to continue.

"As you guys know, I've always had the wacky notion that my birth mother had unable to take care of me all this time. But I came to find, she was the wife, of a very successful neurosurgeon (though, she's actually the soon to be ex-wife in the very near future). On top of which, they'd adopted a child of their own! And that her brother, Luke, was the owner of the most popular blues nightclub in town. But I'm getting ahead of myself in my story . . . . Ok, this is the important stuff, and please don't judge me, and please don't interrupt," she beseeched. Carly took a deep breath, then launched into her tale, "You see, I was at a bar this one night when the most amazing guy came in . . ."

Carly starts remembering when she met Jason…

Flashback

Carly walked into Jakes, dressed in a tight pink short sleeve shirt, mini-skirt, and heels. In the background, Melissa Etheridge played.

Carly sauntered over to the jukebox and began to dance all by herself. A cute guy began to ogle her, holding his beer. He sat at the bar, turning his chair toward Carly. They made eye contact and smiled at each other.

Jason entered, he looked briefly in Carly's direction while walking to the bar, then took a seat next to the nameless guy.

"Hey, can I get a beer?" Jason requested of the bartender, then he turned his barstool around to look at Carly.


Carly had noticed Jason's entrance immediately and she was obviously interested. They made eye contact; she smiled and continued dancing. He openly watched her intently, a slight smile on his face. Carly and Jason continued to flirt with their eyes.

Jason sipped his beer and raked his eyes over her. She sighed and walked to the bar. The cute guy had vacated his seat and Carly took the now-empty seat next to Jason.


"Can I have a beer please?" She asked the bartender

She was sitting toward Jason; Jason spun his chair to face her. They were staring at each other when cute guy walked up to them and spoke to Carly


"I'm Jeff."


"Hello!" Carly responded.

"You with someone?" Jeff asked.

"No." Carly answered, looking at Jason.

"Waiting for someone?"

Carly looked at Jeff smiling, "No."

"Wanna dance?" He asked.

"Why not?" She got up, stealing a look at Jason.

They walk to the dance floor and started dancing.

Jason spun his chair around to watch them, sipping his beer.

"I really like this place." Jeff told her.

Carly nodded her head, "Yeah. It's okay."

"I come here a lot."

"You do?"

"Yeah. It helps get me mellow after a long, miserable day at work."

Jason continued to watch and listen to Carly and Jeff and their exchange. He looked Carly up and down.

Jeff continued, "Shoot some pool, have a few brews . . . no pressure. This is your first time isn't it?"

"How'd you know?" She asked.

"A face like yours, I woulda remembered." He flirted.

Carly laughed.

"I'm right, aren't I?" Jeff asked.

"Yep." Carly confirmed.

"Be careful. It's easy to become a regular." He warned.

Jason moved around in his seat, amused at the corny exchange.

"I mean, I'd quit my day job like that if I could get Jake to pay me for hanging around." He joked.

"Nice work if you can get it I suppose."

Carly made eye contact with Jason over Jeff's shoulder.

"I wasn't serious. I like what I do. I'm an air traffic controller. At the PC airport?" Jeff told her proudly.

"Oh yeah?"

Jason continued watching intently.

"That's why I come here, to blow off some smoke. Not like working at PC airport is like working at O'Hare or Kennedy, but, uh, it's still a beating." He griped.

"I'm sure." She humored him.

"So, uh, what do you do?" He asked.

"Ooohh . . . I'm a model." She lied.

"I guess that doesn't surprise me. Must be a glamorous life."

Carly nodded, then said in a sad quiet voice, "Yeah." She made eye contact with Jason again.

"You're not one to shout . . ."

"Not really."

"You have a boyfriend?" Jeff inquired further.

"No. Don't want one."

Jeff laughed, "Why's that?"

"They demand too much time. Too much attention. You know, I got better things to do."

Jason got up and walked to the pool table, threw off his jacket. Carly's eyes followed him and they continue to make eye contact. Jason's eyes are on Carly as he leaned over to take a shot

Garbage's "Queer" is playing in the background

Carly was seated alone at the bar staring at him. He looked at her, slight smile; she raised her glass to him. After staring at her briefly, he continued to play, taking another shot. He made it. Carly smiled at him and nodded. He smiled back. He took another shot and makes it. They made eye contact again. She walked to the pool table, hopped up, and say on top of it, right next to where Jason was standing.

"Is this, um, a private game? Or can anyone play?"

Jason stared at her and chalked his cue, "It's your quarter."

Carly got up and got a cue, "Do you wanna break?"

Jason had amused look on his face, "No, no. You go ahead."

"I don't take favors. Why don't we lag for it?"

They both walk to the head of the pool table. She set a ball down and leaned over to line up her shot. He bent over and put his lips to her ear, whispering something just as she's about to take her shot, then straightened up again. She smiled and took her shot. They both watch her ball as it stopped within a couple of inches of the far end of the table.

Carly was smiling and cocky "You wanna concede?"

Jason smiled and took his turn. His ball stopped closer.

"Nice."

"Thanks." He paused, "Rack 'em."

They played a game of pool, the air filled with some serious flirting. She stood very close behind him as he took a shot. He passed by behind her, very close. Jason, amused, watching Carly. Carly whispered in Jason's ear as he took a shot. Jason and Carly laughed.

Carly smiled, "You don't have much to say, do you?"

"Neither do you."

Her smile vanished and she looked down.

Jason watched her reaction.

Tony Rich Project "Nobody Knows" is playing in the background

"How about one more game?" Carly asked

Jason turned and looks at the clock "How about another time? I have a date with a sunrise." He handed her his cue and left.

She was disappointed.

Jeff, who had been standing at the bar, approached her, "Feel like another dance?"

Carly smiled sadly, "I don't think so."

Jeff left her alone; she looked toward the door.

End of Flashback

"We continued to meet. I thought he was a little slow, because he seemed a bit . . . sluggish, in the head. But I came to find out, that it was a result of brain damage, which I will explain later. A few months later, he decided that he was in love with someone else. We didn't see each other for awhile, but I kind of got involved with my mother's husband for a little…don't give me these looks, she cheated on him first. My 'wonderful' Uncle Luke found out, and threatened to kill me, and trust me, he might have gone through with it!" Her family exchanged alarmed looks, "He found out I was his niece ok, this isn't true, I don't think, but just let me have my delusions at the time too. I ran to Jason to hideout, while I made arrangements, and he talked me into staying. Which I did . . . until last week." Carly took a deep breath; relieved she'd gotten at least THAT part out.

"What happened?" Joey asked, knowing something had to have happened.

"Well, this is part of the really big stuff. You see, I found out that, I'm . . . I'm pregnant. About two months now." She confessed.

"Holy crap!" Joey exclaimed.

"It's Jason's, right?" Kevin asked, "Does he know?"

"Yeah, it's Jason's. But he doesn't know. I left because he's in love with someone else, and also there's his job. Besides, he doesn't need me to complicate his life further, especially with a baby."

"You said he has brain damage, tell us about that. Does that affect your decision in any way? Is it because he's incapable of taking care of a child?" Kevin questioned sensibly, he always had been the logical thinker of the family . . . most of the time.

"No, that has nothing to do with it. Ok, here's what happened to him. His only brother, A.J. Quartermaine, is an alcoholic. A couple years ago, he was about to drive off, like drunk off his ass, when Jason, who was actually pre-med at the time, jumped into the car with him to try and stop his older brother. AJ crashed the car, and Jason was thrown out of it, hitting his head on a tree. When the Quartermaines former Golden-boy woke up, he couldn't remember anything, total amnesia. They say he'll probably never remember. He didn't remember his name, age, his family, not even any social behaviors, like shaking hands and stuff like that. Anyway, it's really hard to explain, it's complicated. It's a complicated injury. He also isn't able to see pictures, it's too hard to see that sort of thing for him, for some reason, the images don't form in his brain anymore . . . . To go on, Jason tried to live with the Quartermaines at the Quartermaine Mansion, but they just wanted him to be the old Jason, their Jason. The Jason who had been on his way to being a doctor, just like his mom and his dad, the Jason who had been the all American boy, the perfect son. They just didn't get that Jason no longer existed, and that what they were doing, constantly telling him stories of that old Jason was just hurting him more than helping him . . . . So he moved out, and changed his name to Jason Morgan, Morgan being his middle name. He met Robin . . . I think you know where this is going, I hope you don't mind if I DON'T retell the Jason Morgan transformation saga. Not to mention, I don't know the Robin parts, I'm not a Robin fan, so I never bothered to find out the details . . . . Anyway, she introduced him to Sonny Corinthos."

Jessi interrupted, "Isn't he that suspected mob leader? Young, dark, got the brooding thing going for him, handsome, muscular, rich, amazing dimples . . ." The teen trailed off, noticing the stares from her family.

Carly cracked a small smile, "Yep, but Jason's way better looking. Blond, younger, more muscular, and he rides a motorcycle, and everyone knows that the motorcycle is always the deciding factor. Anyway, Jason's now Sonny's business partner, much like my uncle. And he's Jason's best friend too."

"You slept with that guy?!" Drew demanded, now that he'd heard what Jason actually did.

"Drew . . ." Bo warned, knowing how much his daughter cared about Jason.

"Sorry." Drew backed off.

"Whatever," Carly brushed it off not showing any emotion, like Jason had taught her, she found it really worked, when she was able to pull it off, "Ok, there are a few rules. Rule #1, DON'T TELL ANYONE, especially Grandpa. The second rule, DON'T TELL GRANDPA. And also, refrain from mentioning Jason's whole name, if you have to say his name, leave out his last name. Never tell what Jason does, and if any of you contact Jason or my mother and/or Uncle Luke unless I'm dead or dying . . ." She let them fill in the blank, knowing they all had creative minds that could come up with much more gruesome things than she could ever dream up.

Carly, feeling tired from her emotional day, then went up to her room to be alone, and let them think about what she said.

Please reply! Questions, comments, requests, or just tell me what ya think!

Um, my writing style has changed since I wrote this, being as I wrote this when I was 16 . . . . . I know, it's kind of juvenile. LOL. I've tried to update it, a bit, but, there's only so much I can do without rewriting the whole thing, and that would take, time I just don't have.

The Scene in italics was taken from an old episode of General Hospital. Please don't ask which one, it was a REALLY long time ago that I found it, and I can no longer remember. True Jason and Carly fans should recognize it though.