Author's Note:

This is my first story and I really hope you all enjoy it. In my story, Jake didn't die, Liz never had an affair with Nik or got back with Lucky and Johnny never slept with Carly. Things I desperately wish had not happened on the show so I'm throwing them out. I'm a huge Liason fan but I've had Johnny and Liz in my head since I read a couple of fics about the two. I had to attempt their story. I'm really nervous to be posting it. So, please feel free to let me know what you think in a review. Also, please forgive any errors that you might come across. I'm still learning my way around FFN and I've ran this story through spell/grammar check so many times but I'm human. :)

Disclaimer: All characters belong to ABC and General Hospital. I just want to play with them.

Chapter 1

"Unbelievable," Elizabeth growled as she kicked her tire; thunder rumbled around her. After pulling a late shift as a private nurse to an elderly patient in Crimson Point, all Elizabeth wanted to do was go home, see her boys and indulge in a hot bubble bath. Now, as she stared at her flat tire, she found herself in the middle of nowhere thanks to the detour that she had to take on her way home. There had been an accident and the officer had assured her this road would lead her straight into Port Charles. Sighing and biting her lip, Elizabeth looked around as lightning flashed through the darkening sky. Deciding to wait out the storm in her car and call for help, she made her way around to the driver's side. Reaching for the handle, she lifted and it snapped back into place.

"No, no, no," she cried as she frantically pulled at the door's handle, hoping that it was just stuck and not locked.

She had somehow managed to lock her door and her keys were inside. Elizabeth patted her scrub pockets. Finding her stethoscope and cell phone, she sent up a quick thank you and pulled out the phone to make a call for help. As she slid her finger across the screen to unlock her phone and dial her Gram's number, she turned to take in her surroundings once again. Shrubbery and trees surrounded her. I really am in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere, she thought. Elizabeth looked at her phone as she waited and noticed that she didn't have any cell reception.

"Oh that's just fantastic," she snarled.

Stuffing her phone back into her pocket, Elizabeth decided that she had to find a shelter to wait out the storm. Looking toward her left and then to the right she noticed something that resembled a pathway through the bushes. Biting her lip and hoping that it was part of a nature trail that eventually led to a campsite; she began walking.

Forty-five minutes later, shivering and soaking wet, Elizabeth stumbled upon the backside of a country cabin. The rain started coming down hard and she could barely see in front of her, so she ran. Sighing out a breath of relief as she spotted the covered porch, she made her way up the steps. Shaking her hands free of the rain, she reached up and twisted her ponytail wringing out the excess water. Clearing her face as she walked toward the cabin's door she raised her hand and knocked. After a few seconds of waiting, she began pounding her fists harder in case the residents could not hear her over the storm.

"Hello… is anyone home?"

Not getting an answer, she reached for the doorknob and found that it wasn't locked. Slowly opening the door, Elizabeth stepped forward through the entryway. Lightening flashed illuminating the room before her and she saw a living room with a staircase leading to the second landing. Figuring that the place was empty, she walked into the room and shut the door behind her. As she took a step forward to search for a phone, she heard a click and felt the cold metal of a gun pressed against her temple. Elizabeth froze.

"Hands up where I can see them sweetheart," a man said from Elizabeth's right.

Swallowing thickly, she did as the man instructed. When both of her hands were within his sight he asked, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Elizabeth took a breath and said, "My name's Elizabeth Webber and my car broke down on the highway coming back from Crimson Point. I was looking for shelter to wait out the storm. Look, I'm sorry. I knocked and no one answered so I thought the cabin was empty and I came inside."

The man pushed the barrel into Elizabeth's temple and said, "Webber? Your last name is Webber?"

Elizabeth nodded her head and said, "Yes."

The man, noticing her scrubs, asked, "You a nurse from Port Charles?"

Elizabeth, confused about how he would even know that about her, nodded once again and felt the barrel of the gun lower from her head.

"Well it's about fucking time Heather sent someone out here to take a look at the old man. He's been in and out for days now. I called her weeks ago when the old bastard started to get sick and left messages. So who are you, her daughter?"

Elizabeth's eyes widened at the question. Was he talking about Heather Webber? What have I stumbled into out here? Who is the "old man" that he's talking about? Oh no! What if it's Luke again?

With her thoughts spinning, she lowered her arms and turned toward the man. Elizabeth's fear kicked up a notch as she took in the sight of the shirtless man standing before her. He was outlined in tattoos, with most of them depicting their coordinating skeletal bones, causing the image of Manny Ruiz to push itself front and center in her thoughts. Knowing that she had to be careful and find a way out of here because she didn't wish to go a round with another tatted up homicidal maniac, Elizabeth smiled slightly and said, "Just so we're clear, we are talking about Heather Webber right?"

The man grunted, "Yeah. I thought she would be out here herself but I haven't heard from her in weeks. She said that if she couldn't make it that she would send someone she trusted. Well, are you her daughter or something?"

Elizabeth's mind rebelled at the idea of being Heather's daughter. Instead of cringing at the thought, she simply lied and said, "Yeah. I'm her daughter. She...uh…sent me out here but didn't tell me why; only that I would find out when I arrived. Who are you?"

The man lifted his head in introduction and said, "Bones."

Elizabeth smirked and said, "Alright Bones, where's my patient and what exactly is wrong with him?"

Elizabeth followed Bones down to the basement. When they reached the door, she watched as he unlocked several locks with different keys. Elizabeth nervously bit her lip and prayed that she would get herself out of this mess and that whoever was on the other side wasn't someone she needed to fear. God she was having a shitty day and she really hoped that it wasn't about to get worse.

As the door swung open, Bones grabbed Elizabeth by the elbow and pushed her into the room. Elizabeth noticed two things as she quickly looked around in the dim light. One, someone was huddling underneath blankets in the bed against the wall. Two, this room was definitely someone's prison. Bones followed her inside and slammed the door behind them. Taking up a guarded stance and cocking the safety off his gun, he aimed it toward the bed.

"Old Man, look who's got a visitor. Heather decided to save your sorry ass after all."

Elizabeth watched as the figure stirred beneath the blankets at the man's words. She saw Bones motioning her forward and she gave him a glare. Slowly she walked toward the bed. When she got close enough, she reached out her hand to pull back the blankets. Her fingers trembling as she grasped the thin material. Taking a deep breath, she quickly pulled it back and all the air left her lungs in one whoosh. "Elizabeth Imogene Webber, you have the worst fucking luck," she berated herself.

She had a right to fear the man before her because the one and only and supposedly dead, Anthony Zacchara stared back at her in surprise.