I began writing this in December 2006, when Sam was released into Alexis' custody - Jason was though dead. Alexis has cancer, Sic slept together, everything happened up to that point as on GH. I hope you enjoy!!
Until the End
Alexis sat on the cold, wooden chair in the courthouse, rolling her neck to allow some of the tension out of her body. Sam was just set free...out on bail...and Alexis knew that she would go straight to Jason. No matter how much Alexis tried to beat it into that girl, her devotion and obsession with Jason Morgan remained strong. It was the focus of her entire world and she was content with it. Alexis couldn't give up on her. She felt as if she failed and if her relationship with Sam brought out at least a small amount of independence and respect, it was worth it. She had told Lainey that Sam had been a huge disappointment. That was too nice. Sam was a constant reminder of how Alexis got to this point. Facing her demons head on, she only gave up once. She only allowed them to win once, and now she saw what the effect of giving up was. She gave up her newborn daughter, the beautiful black haired, brown eyed baby to a family whom she thought would raise her with love and honesty. She was wrong. Her daughter grew up to become a follower...and Alexis was determined to do something about that.
Ric walked in followed by Detective Rodriquez and his eyes wouldn't move from her. She sat there, thinking she was alone, calm...more beautiful than she'd ever been before. He turned and mouthed to Cruz to give him a minute. Cruz nodded, turning to leave them, shutting the door ever so quietly.
"Alexis?" He whispered, wasn't sure if she had heard him. He cleared his throat and repeated louder, "Alexis?"
She jumped at his voice and turned to him, seeing him wince from her response. That confused her...the fact that it hurt him to see her jump at his voice. She quickly turned back to face forward, praying that he just go away. She hated seeing him. She hated seeing that face that she had once loved more than any other...the eyes that could read her better than anyone, the ears that listened to all of her fears and heartaches from her past...those lips...the one's that kissed her when she didn't want to be kissed, quickly changing her mood to want to be kissed, then pulled back to tease. Those hands that held her when she cried, laughed, and when she just wanted to be held. That body...that made her never want to stop, even when exhaustion took over. It was her Ric...and she missed him. She missed the old Ric. The one who didn't give up on her so easy. The one who promised before and after every time they made love that he would never love anyone else. He would never want anyone else. She shut her eyes and felt him move beside her in the next chair.
"Are you feeling okay?" He asked, full of concern.
"Once again, Ric ... why do you care?" She replied harshly.
"God!" He exclaimed, frustrated with her stubbornness. He stood, walking angrily over to the other side of her table, "I'm so sick ... of hearing you insinuate that I don't care about your health!! I'm so sick ... of hearing you say that I'd rather you be dead!! I'm so sick ..."
She interrupted, "Well I'm SICK of seeing you EVERYWHERE I GO!!" She stood and began to leave, but as soon as her foot landed for her second step, she faltered, dizzy. He was there, like always before, to catch her. He led her back to her chair, and like always before, he knelt in front of her, hands on the outsides of her legs, rubbing them gently.
"Baby, please ... I'm begging you, please, don't do this," Ric pleaded.
When she gained enough strength to open her eyes, she did, seeing the two gorgeous eyes staring back at her. She felt the tears coming and for once, she didn't try to hold them back. Her right hand lifted unconsciously to the left side of his face, tracing the edge of his jaw lovingly, her eyes following the trail of her fingers, her palm then moving up to cradle his cheek...his eyes closed, savoring her touch, leaning into her hand. She moved her eyes over his face as her fingers lifted up to run through his hair. His eyes opened and he had to blink to force his own tears to fall. He wasn't ready for what she said next. She wasn't ready to say it, but she had no control over the situation.
"I miss my Ric." She barely spoke, but that was all he needed. He leaned as far up as he could, between her now parted legs, and pulled her into his embrace, refusing to let her go in case she fought it, but she didn't. She let out a small sob and held him tight, her arms circling his strong shoulders...her cheek against his.
"I'm right here," he managed to respond amongst the tears. How he'd longed for this. This wasn't nearly enough of her that he'd wanted, but it would do for the moment. He honestly came to the realization that she hated him...that he didn't have a chance, but she had finally broken. He finally was able to see past the walls she put up, and he vowed to beat them down again. He knew this moment wouldn't last long, but he knew that they'd be alone together again, and he'd break those walls down around her so he could pull her to him once more.
