Hello! I wanted to take a moment to say that I own nothing! Sadly. This is a Jason and Carly story GH history shell stay as intact as I can keep it. This is a story of past pain fixing tomorrow. Please read and review. I should tell you I am not the best of writers so please let me know what you think. Thank you.

Remember Me, Always.

Looking over the hotel figures again Carly brought her fingers to her head to message away the throbbing pain in her temple. "Are you alright Mrs. Jacks?" Marty's concerned voice reached her ears making her cringe. Carly looked up and smiled at the man.

"Yes, Marty, just a head ach." She replayed in a sleepy voice. With everything that had been going on in her life sleep was the last thing Carly was thinking about. She knew it was starting to ware on her. Even she could see it.

"That's the fourth time this week Mrs. Jacks. Maybe you should go to see a Doctor? I can set it up if you would like?" Carly looked up a notices how he was looking at her, like she would faint or break. 'Did she really look that bad?'

"Alright Marty, set it up and let me know when."

"Yes, Mrs. Jacks" Marty left the room before anymore could be said. Carly was should he thought she would changed her mind. Carly smiled, Marty was a good person. And with that she set her mind to the task at hand.

Two Days Later

Carly's head was killing her. Her head aches were going to drive her crazy. Or, maybe to kill her soon to be Ex-husband. They had been sitting here arguing over every detail of the hotel. It was pissing her off. Yes, she had slept with Sonny and killed their marriage. However, that was personal and this was business. Well, at least it was supposed to be. 'Hell, maybe Cassadine was right. Maybe I should sale. Start over completely. No Sonny. No Jax.' "Mrs. Jacks? If you don't leave now you'll miss your appointment." Marty was looking worried again.

"Appointment?"
"Yes, with the Doctor. You asked me to set it up, remember?" The truth was she didn't remember.

"Doctor?" Jax's voice popped in again making her eyes water from pain. Carly rolled her eyes.

"Just a check up. Thank you, Marty. Please have a car brought to the front."

"It's waiting now Mrs. Jacks."

"You're the best, thank you Marty." Marty moved to finish his work elsewhere.

"Jax, we will have to finish this later tonight at the meeting." Carly got up to leave not letting him get anything else in. She loved him, she really did, but she would be damned if he started treating her like Sonny did. Carly knew she had made mistakes but she wasn't the only one. Carly got in the limo and closed her eyes trying to let the day fade away. 'God, Marty was right.' Her head felt like it could explode at any moment. It was interfering with her life. She hadn't see Michael in three days because she couldn't seem to push herself to get out of bed and face the light. Yesterday Carly woke up with a noise bleed after a nightmare. Hopefully Patrick could proscribe something. The Daughtry's Crash came from her phone. "Jase, what's up?"

"Just checking in. I haven't seen you in three weeks, since Kate was shot. You okay?"

"Yup, Fine. You?"

"Where are you?"

"On the way to my doctors."

"What happen to fine."

"Just a check up, Jason. No, big. So, what's up with you? You don't normally call to 'check in.' Sonny causing problems with the business?"

"Something like that. How'd you know?"

"Your voice. And I married the man four times, I know how he thinks. He try to take over yet?"

"Carly…" the warning tone bugged her.

"What?! Wheatear you believe it or not I need to know what is going on. For no other reason than so I don't worry. Or, wait to for the call that you or he was shot."

"Are you sure your okay, Carly?"
"I'm a bit stressed out. Just… tell me."

"Yea, he tried and I said no. It's not good for business, Carly. I couldn't let him start a war, not with my people."

"You did what was right for business. Let's face it Jason, you were always better for business. But can I ask you a question?"

"Can I stop you?"

"Nope. Do you want to keep the business or do you want out?"

"No one gets out. Kate's shooting proves that."

"What about Liz? You love her and I want you happy. Maybe you could walk away, Jason."

"Carly, we both know why I toke over."

"Yes, to save MY boys. And you did, Jason. You did."

"That was part of it, but Sonny was going to get a lot of people killed, Because he doesn't always think with his head and too many people had already been hurt."

"Jason…looks my car just stopped and I have to go but how about we finish this later?"

"Sure, you want to meet up?"

"Love to, however Jax and the lawyers' and finishing the divorce tonight. How about I call you after?"

"Works for me. Got to go, Carly." With that the phone went off. Carly toke a deep breath, sometimes she hated her life.

Three hours later Carly was still sitting at the doctor's office waiting for the results to her MRI and Cat scan. Patrick wouldn't let her leave until he knew what was going on. Carly knew he was worried but really she already knew what it was. Stress. Jax had called twice to remind her of the meeting tonight. Ass whole. "Okay, Carly I have the results back. You were right."

"Stress." She knew it.

"Part of it. It also has to do with an old injury. You were shot in the head a few years ago. Your file says the Doctors on hand could only get part of the built out at the time, right?" Patrick was reading out of her file so he missed the confession on Carly's face.

"Yes, but that way a long time ago. What has that have to do with this? And Patrick, keep it simple please?"

"Right, simple. Okay think of your brain as a clam and the bullet as a peril. Your brain has, over time, built a tissue over the bullet that is still in your brain. But it's run out of room to keep building and yet your body it still tries to. Carly, most people don't survive what you have. Let along get up and walk and talk after being shot like you were. I have done some checking and no one has seen anything like this… You know that where the bullet is located it by the part of the brain that controls memory, emotions, and dream, right?"

"Yes, when I was in a coma I made up a whole other life. What, what do I do to fix it?" She was weirdly clam. Almost trying not to move. 'how could this be right? Haven't I been though enough?'

"I was getting to that. I want to go in a remove it." Patrick was watching his friend take in the news. They weren't the closes of people but he had seen this woman survive what no parent should. He was see her fight and watched her cry. Now he was watching her shut down. It wasn't fair. It was too much too soon.

"But they couldn't."

"A lot has changed in this field, Carly. And I am the best. Look the truth is this is the only way to go. If we leave it alone? Over time you will lose memories, your head aches will get worse, more noise bleeds, and at some point you could end up with seshers. And you could die."

"Could die?" Her voice cracked on her intake of breath.

"Will die." She couldn't die. She had a little boy who needed her and another who needed her to be here when he woke up to hold him and remind him of her love.

"So, if I have this done. Than what?"

"Well, first off you need to know what there are no promises. You could still lose some or all of your memories. But you would have a better chance at living. Carly, this has never been done before and I won't know anything until I am there. The longer we wait the more damage could be done."

"So, you're saying I could still die and I could still wake up not knowing my kids? But if I don't than I die and leave them without a mother? How… God! How long do I have to choose?"

"I want to go in next Friday. Carly, I know this is a lot to take in and a lot to risk. I know how much you love your children and they need you to be here for them. I wish I had better news but I don't and this needs to be done fast. Look, you have my number give me a call when ever you want okay? I have to go. Do you want me to call anyone for you?"

"No. I have a car waiting." Patrick watches her pick up her bag with the weight of the world on her shoulders. How dose a parent choose to wake up with no memory of their kids…They choose to live and make new memories.