Author's Note: I know I shouldn't, but here's yet another story that my muse was determined to start! You guys are gonna kill me! I just know it! This is based on what I think should have transpired the night of The Blackout… Others have written their versions, too… So I don't know why my muse has suddenly shanghaied me with this story, but it HAS! Review and tell me if you want me to continue… Maybe getting at least one or two scenes out will help me refocus elsewhere.
What Happens in The Dark
I was about to board the plane to Africa when I felt it. I had Morgan's hand in mine and Michael was walking a few steps ahead when I felt it. It was a pain I'd only felt once before… when I caused it. I mean I'd felt similar pains and even that first was worse than this, but the pain I felt in my heart in the moment before we boarded our flight was the closest to that day in November of 1999 I'd ever felt. "Jason."
Morgan frowned up at me as I stumbled and Michael stopped and turned around. "Mom? Is something wrong with Uncle Jason?"
The little boy knew few things in this world better than anything. At the top of that list were his mom, his Uncle Jason, and the bond they shared. He knew if something was wrong with Uncle Jason, she would know, but not just that, she would be there to help try to fix it. She had brought his Uncle Jason home more than once and his Uncle Jason had done the same with his mom.
"I think so, but I also think your Uncle Jason needs me more than Jax right now. Is it ok if we postpone our trip until tomorrow and you go spend the night with your Grandma?" I look down at my son trying to focus through the pain.
"Sure, Mom," Michael assures her causing Morgan to nod in agreement. "You just make sure Uncle Jase is ok."
"Yeah, let's take of Uncle Jason!" Morgan squealed as always thrilled to see the man who he loved more than anyone else except Momma and Michael… even his dad.
"Not us, squirt," Michael said with a kind of affectionate exasperation only older brothers can master. He ruffled Morgan's hair. "Mom's gonna take care of Uncle Jason and we're gonna keep Grandma company. Cool?"
"Cool!" Morgan shouted. "Let's go!"
As we turned around to go back, I looked down at the incredible little boy I'd had the pleasure to love and raise. "Thanks, Mr. Man."
He grinned, sheepishly. "It's no big deal! Uncle Jason would do the same for us, right Mom?"
"Absolutely right, Mr. Man." I shared a grin with my son until a new spasm struck. "Always and forever."
I stepped off the elevator with some trepidation only to have all of the lights go out seconds later. "Great!" I scoffed, opening my clutch to grab my keys. Lucky for me after the little train incident, Jason gave me a flashlight for my keychain. I use it and before I can insert my key, I notice the door is not only unlocked, but slightly open. NOT GOOD! is all I can think. I let myself in and before I can say a word, I see bottles of beer covering the floor leading to where Jason stands staring out over Port Charles taking swigs from a bottle of tequila. UH-OH! This is BAD! Really, really bad!
"You know, logically I figured you'd be somewhere over the Atlantic with the boys by now, but considering logic has never had anything to do with our relationship, I'm not the least bit surprise to see you're here," he said never turning around.
I frowned, hearing the slight slur in his words. Normally, I would go for the sympathetic ear, but something tells me he's not ready to break down just yet. "For your information, our relationship is perfectly logical. As is the reason I'm here. We're soulmates," I explain trying to sound as unaffected as possible while feeling the pain radiating from his dejected form. "I felt your pain and knew you needed me. Just like you always do for me. Or would, if I would just wait for you to come to me."
"Ah! You're right. Based on Carly-logic, EVERYTHING about us makes sense except for the fact that we're not together," he growls unaware of the direct hit he'd unconsciously scored. "If only the world could always run on Carly-logic."
I swallow my pain, knowing the slight was unintentional on his part and unimportant compared to what he was experiencing. "Hey! That's what I've been saying for years! Glad you're finally coming over to my way of thinking. It's about time." Having made my way to his side, I reach out to touch his back. Hesitating only slightly, I rest my hand at the base of his neck.
His body melts into my touch and he turns to face me. "How or why it happened that you're here, I could really care less at the moment. I am just glad you are here, Carly," he moaned, wrapping me in his arms.
I gasped fighting tears as I took some of his weight as he leaned into me, squeezing until I was breathless. "Who do I have to murder, maim, or mutilate for this? Because no one gets away with hurting my Jase."
His response is somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, exploding from his chest. "Thank God you're here. I was actually afraid I might do something stupid this time," he grimaced, pulling back to look at me.
"What happened, Jase?" I ask gently.
"What always happens, Carly?" he begins only to be cut off by a knock at the door.
We look at the door and he turns back to give me a look before pulling away. I nod. "Got it. You're not accepting visitors unless it's an emergency. Go hide." He smirks at me. "Yeah, yeah. Telepathy is one of our soulmate powers. Don't worry. I won't tell anyone that my best friend the Great Jason Morgan hid like a little girl. We both have a rep to protect: YOURS!" He tossed me a glare as I continued to the door. The knock sounded again. "You know I'm kidding. Now get out of sight so I can get rid whoever this is already."
I glanced at Jase as he walked into the kitchen to avoid being seen by the person knocking. I opened the door prepared to get rid of the untimely intruder only to find to my utter surprise that of all the people it could be, it was little Elizabeth Webber. Scratch that. It's supposed to be Elizabeth Spencer since my idiot cousin married her. Supposed to be seems to be the operative word. Looks like she was about to try to pull Jason back into her absurd little triangle with my cousin again. Well you're certainly in luck tonight, Jase! 'Cause once again it's Carlybabes to the rescue!
"Can I help you?" I ask politely, blocking the door completely.
"I'm here to see Jason, Carly," she sneers. "Move."
I laugh incredulously. "I don't know who you think you are, but let's set the record straight here. This is Jason's penthouse, which I have a key to, since I'm his best friend. You are the tramp who used to try to yank his chain while calling yourself his friend. You get no special privileges. Any you might have earned by saving his life, you lost by treating him at best like an afterthought and at worst like gum to be scraped off your shoe. And you did it in favor of scum like Ric Lansing or an idiot like your precious permanent lock buddy, Lucky. So to recap, this is MY best friend's penthouse, you don't tell me what to do here—or anywhere else for that matter—and you don't automatically get access just because you want it. Now, if you are officially reconciled with reality, why don't you traipse your worthless ass back down the twenty flights of stairs you climbed to get here and give your best friend Emily a chance to live up to her title. Hell, go see Robin or Patrick or one of your other GH buddies if you're nervous about sailing to WyndeWeird in a blackout. All I know is you ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the hell outta here!"
"Jason," Lizzie Lipgloss tried to continue, but I cut her off
"Told me to get rid of whoever was at the door unless it was an emergency. Sorry, honey, but you don't rate." I grab the door. "Bye now," I cheerfully add with a sweet smile before slamming it in her face. I watch through the peephole as she pouts at the door for a few seconds before crossing her arms and turning toward the staircase in a huff. I grin and do my happy dance before turning to find Jason smirking at me as he sipped his beer. "Jase!" I gasp in surprise, embarrassment and humor.
"Did you have to enjoy that so much?" he asks with a chuckle. I open my mouth to respond. "Don't bother saying your sorry because I know you won't mean it."
"I would! If I thought you were upset by it," I answer indignantly gaining one of those looks. "In that, I would be sorry you were upset. But you're not so neither am I."
"Carly." He chuckles coming closer.
"What?" I can't help laughing as I meet him halfway.
He wraps an arm around me. "Thank you."
"What? For getting rid of Little Lizzie Lipgloss? Oh, please! Anytime! Matter of fact, I'd pay for the pleasure of doing that again!" I grin, snuggling closer.
He chuckles, his eyes becoming serious. "For always being there when I need you most. For making me laugh when I wasn't sure I could be happy again."
"Come on, Jase," I answer with a soft smile as I caress his cheek. "Where else would I be? You're my family, and you taught me that family always comes first."
He stared into my eyes his look changing to my astonishment to something I hadn't seen in too many years to count. "We taught each other." With that, his mouth descended to mine and took control. As the kiss deepened, my body ignited as it recognized who was taking over… My Jason. I had thought this part of him was dead, killed by my betrayal. Now, I realized it had simply been in a coma, but suddenly, He had awakened to take back what was His: ME.
~TO BE CONTINUED~