-1Something to Believe In

By: DramaPrincess87

Summary: One cold winter's night, one knit hat, two people unaware of what is to come. Tiny glimpses into the lives of Elizabeth Webber and Jason Morgan, as they meet, get acquainted, and maybe even fall in love.

The Meet Cute

"Say a man and a woman both need something to sleep in and both go to the same men's pajama department. The man says to the salesman, "I just need bottoms." and the woman says, "I just need a top." They look at each other, and that's the 'meet cute'." -Arthur Abbott (Eli Wallach), The Holiday

Elizabeth Webber felt the biting air slip down the collar of her coat, and she shuddered. With numbed fingers, she yanked fruitlessly at the knit hat on her head until admitting defeat, burrowing back into the multicolored scarf that shielded the delicate skin around her neck and lower face.

"Stupid… weather…" the words slipped into the wool fabric, jerky due to her chattering teeth. So absorbed was she in her sullen thoughts that she completely missed the rather large shoulder that was blocking her path.

Several seconds later, Elizabeth jerked forward as shoulders collided. With a muttered curse, she regained the wind that had been knocked out of her, only to lose her breath again at the sight of the man holding her arm.

"Oh my God." Elizabeth's hands flew up to her mouth and she peered at him with eyes rounded from shock. "Oh lord, I am so sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking, oh God I'm so sorry, I just completely barreled into you and oh drat my inability to watch where I'm going, my gram is always talking about-"

The rest of her rambled speech was lost as the hand around her arm tightened slightly.

"I believe this is yours."

Elizabeth looked down to see the knit hat, that had been formerly residing on top of her head, in the man's spare hand. Flushing to the tips of her frozen ears, Elizabeth nodded and retrieved it from the man's grasp. She held it loosely in her hand, embarrassment keeping her fingers from working properly.

"I'm sorry… I tend to ramble something fierce."

"Especially when you're knocking into strangers like a linebacker?"

Elizabeth's mouth opened soundlessly, and then she shook her head, smiling.

"Exactly." When realization hit her moments later, she frowned and smacked the flat of her free hand against her forehead. "Oh honestly, and in this chaos, I've been completely rude, and haven't even given you my name. I should, considering that I almost knocked you down." With a flourish, Elizabeth slipped her hat back onto her tousled hair and smiled widely, brandishing her open palm like a present. "I'm Elizabeth Webber."

Leather met yarn in a fierce embrace, and Elizabeth felt her heart race a little bit faster when a smile curved the edge of his lips upward.

"Jason Morgan."

If she hadn't known any better, she could have sworn that his eyes were twinkling at her.

AN: These little vignettes will not necessary fall in chronological order. As the story gets more complex, I will provide a list of how they fall in this series' timeline. Hope you enjoy!