Disclaimer: I own nothing from General Hospital, nor do I own anything from Doctor Who. This for amusement purposes only.

Summary: To save the Christmas future, Cameron has to save the Christmas past. It's good thing he met a man with a bluebox to help him along the way.

Timeline: 2020

Inspiration: The Advent of Fear by Mark B. Oliver. It's an amazing Doctor Who book, and it helped inspire this story. Hope that you all enjoy. :D

Things You Need To Know: The history is the same up until 2012. One Life t Live Characters never showed up, and Sam's baby was never switched. Jason did die, but not all is as it seems.

THE BROKEN PICTURE

By ThroughtheMirrorDarkly

CHAPTER ONE

December 7th, 2020

It was Christmas once again at the Webber residence.

Snow covered the yard outside, and Christmas decorations littered the living room. Lights and tinsel, bells and string, and Cameron Webber dutifully shifted through the boxes in search of the red tinsel his mother was determined to put on the tree this year. He heard a shuffle behind him, and then his great-grandmother Audrey ask, "What do you think?"

Cameron turned and let out a loud laugh as Audrey twirled, brandishing a bright pink feather boa around her shoulders. "This used to belong to your mother," Audrey told him, as she jiggled her hips making Cameron choke on another round laughter. "She used to run around with this thing on the house when she was about six or seven. I remember the fit she pitched when Andrea tried to take it away."

"She was a handful back then?" Cameron asked.

"She is still a handful when she wants to be," Audrey chuckled with a fond smile, as she draped the boa over the back of the couch. "Don't tell her I told you that?"

"Don't tell who you said what?" Elizabeth inquired as she walked out of the kitchen with a fresh plate of sugar cookies in the shapes of bells, snowmen, and stars.

Audrey and Cameron shared a look. "Nothing," they both said.

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at them, clearing not believe them, but she let it go. She brushed some tinsel out of the way to clear room on the table to set the plate down. "Ah-ah!" She slapped her son's hand away. "These are for Santa!"

"Mom," Cameron gave her a flat look. "I'm going to be fifteen soon. I stopped believing in Santa Claus years ago. Besides, Santa isn't going to be here for several more days."

"You might not believe, but your brother still does. He believes Santa wants cookies every night in December though I don't know where he got that idea," she gave him a knowing look.

Cameron smiled guilty. It was a thing he put into his brother's head, so they could get more cookies. He had a feeling that his mother had never been fooled, but had gone along with it just to appease them. The front door came flying open and his little brother came rushing it.

"Aiden! There is my little boy!" She walked over to give her nine year old a hug. "How was the movie? Did you enjoy it?"

"It was so much fun! I hope they make a fourth Avengers movie!" Aiden said, excitedly. "Thanks, Uncle Patrick!"

"No problem, buddy," Patrick said, with an easy smile. "You might want to go put up your coat, and stuff up in the room."

"Okay," the little nine year old raced upstairs.

"Thank you again, Patrick," Elizabeth smiled. "I really appreciate it. How are Emma and Sabrina?"

"They are both good. Though they kicked me out of the house. Apparently having ornaments in every color on a tree is some kind of sin I was unaware of, and therefore my judgment can no longer be trusted when it comes to Christmas things," Patrick said, with a fond little sigh. "But we're all good. Thanks for letting me steal Aiden for a boys day, and we are sorry you didn't feel up to coming with us Cameron."

"It's okay. I'm kind over the superhero thing," Cameron shrugged. "Hey…what is this?" He said, pulling a frame of some kind out of one of the boxes.

"Oh, my gosh," Elizabeth breathed out. For a moment a half-memory before she walked over to Cameron. It was a frame a dull silver, and about the size of a large book. "It's an advent calendar. I got it twenty on years ago. I put a new picture of each Christmas since then, so when I opened the doors…I would remember the past Christmases," she pulled the first day free, and her expression turned sad when she found herself staring down at a picture of Jason and her from 1999.

Cameron saw the sadness in her face, and felt guilty. "Maybe we should put it away," he offered, and started to put it back into the box.

"No. No, let's keep it out," Elizabeth said, gently. "We can add a new picture this year. What do you say?" She looked at her oldest son.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that," Cameron smiled. There was something about the silver frame that called to him. He pulled each door open revealing one picture after another. There was one with Aunt Emily, Uncle Nic, Lucky and his mom, then there was another with biological dad Zander, and many more. He went to open the December 8th door, but it was sealed firmly shut. With a light frown, he tried to pry open the rest of them. None of the would budged.

"Maybe it doesn't want you to skip ahead," Patrick said with a laugh.

"More like the doors are rusted shut," Elizabeth said, with a dry tone of voice. "I'll try to find something to get them open later. For right now, let's finished decorating. Patrick, you're welcome to stay and help us with our tree? I promise we are not strict about what color ornaments go on our tree."

"Thanks, but I need to get back," Patrick said, with a half smile. "I promised to be home in time to make cookies. Bye."

"Bye," Elizabeth said, and Audrey waved from where she stood on a stool. "Oh, grandma, you shouldn't be climbing on that. What about you hip? Do you want to have it replaced again?"

"My hips are just fine," Audrey stated, with a sniff. "I've heard no complaints about them."

Cameron's nose wrinkled. "TMI, grandma."

"Cameron," Elizabeth shot her son a look, while Audrey just laughed. "I can't believe you said that."

"I can!" Audrey crowed, as if it were the most hysterical thing that she had heard all Christmas. "He's your son. Hehehe, oh, I have lay off the eggnog."

"What's wrong with the eggnog?" Elizabeth demanded.

"Oh, your eggnog is fine," Audrey waved her off. "I brought my own special eggnog."

Elizabeth looked astonished, though she really shouldn't have been. Ever since Audrey's recent health scare, the woman had let go of a lot of stress and had taken up the motto 'live and let live'. It worried Elizabeth. Cameron just thought his grandmother rocked. "Here," Elizabeth placed an ornament in her grandmother's hand. "Help me put on the ornaments."

"Alright…bossy," she whispered, throwing Cameron a wink behind his mother's back.

"I heard that," Elizabeth said.

Cameron had to stuff his fist in his mouth to hold back his laughter at the both of them, when his brown eyes fell back down on the advent calendar. There was something utterly fascinating about it and he stared down at the pictures for several moment before he heard his mother call his name. "Yeah?" He looked up at her.

"Care to help?" She held out an ornament to him.

"Uh…sure," Cameron set the calendar onto the table, and took the ornament. By the end of the night, it was tossed into the back of his mind and promptly forgot about it.

It was three in the morning when Cameron stumbled down the stairs. He had woken up because he had to go the bathroom, and he found himself very thirsty. After he got himself a cup of water, he came walking back into the living that was a lit with multicolored Christmas lights. He paused when he spotted the plate of cookies on the table, and he raked a sly eye around before he walked over. He picked up a tree shaped cookie, and bit into it.

He made a noise of appreciation. "Mom makes the best cookies," he said, sitting down on the couch. He pulled the plate towards him, and just as suddenly froze. There sitting on the table beside the plate was the calendar, and he stared at it for several seconds before on a whim, he picked it up after finished his cookie. He ran his fingertips over the metal frame then over the dates until he landed on the eighth. "Today's the eighth," he said, quietly to himself.

He tapped it twice before he grasped the tiny door…

And it opened. Easily. Eagerly.

There was a loud crackle, and Cameron looked up sharply. "Lightning?" He said, to himself and walked towards the wind when suddenly a blast of cold knocked him a couple of steps back. He shivered, and wrapped his arms around himself. When he looked up…the living room was gone. He was staring out across the docks, and saw Spoon Island in the distance. "What? What?"

"Jason…thank you for this."

"Huh?" Cameron turned around, and gaped at what he saw. His mother was standing on the dock, in a blue coat and scarf wrapped around her neck. She looked younger, and more happy than he ever recalled seeing her. In front of her was Jason Morgan, his long hair slicked back and a suit on. Cameron faintly recalled Jason from childhood memories, but he didn't understand what was going on.

"I…I knew that Cameron wanted one," Jason said, softly. His expression was not cold, or hard like everyone said it was. It was soft, and there was look in his eyes as he stared at Elizabeth.

"He'll be ecstatic," Elizabeth nodded. "A Chuggin' Charlie was all he wanted for Christmas this year. I can't believe you found one."

"It was no trouble," Jason assured her, quietly. He tugged at the bottom of his ear in a nervous kind of motion. "Cam's a good kid."

"He is," Elizabeth agreed, softly.

Cameron blinked, and stared down at the Chuggin' Charlie. His stomach plummeted, and he felt shock rush through him. Jason…Jason had gotten him that? He had always thought Lucky or Audrey had gotten it for him. He had never known…he shook his head and looked back up at the pair in confusion. "But…that was years ago," he breathed out. "What is going on?"

Elizabeth stared at Jason, the sweetest sadness in her eyes before she pulled Jason into a hug. Jason wrapped his arms around her tiny frame, and held her close. It was like they were made for each other, and Cameron could see how much his mother didn't want to let go.

But they did.

Elizabeth gave a smile while Jason picked up the Chuggin' Charlie, and both of them turned to walk away. Suddenly, Elizabeth gasped, her blue eyes riveted upon Cameron in shock. Jason immediately put himself between Elizabeth, and Cameron.

"Wait…can you…"

"NOOOOOOO!" A terrifying roar ripped through the night, and suddenly Cameron found himself flying backward into the Christmas. He fell to the floor of the living room with a loud thud, the breath knocked right out of him. He groaned weakly, trying desperately to get back on his feet when a light from the staircase was turned on.

"Cameron?" His mother came rushing down the stairs. "Cameron! What happened?" She ran over when she saw him on the ground, and was at his side. "What happened?" Her voice was filled with hysterical concern.

Cameron weakly pushed himself off the ground. He stared at his mom, and looked at her. His brown eyes were swimming with confusion and pain. "I…I…I don't know," he breathed out, and he turned his gaze to advent calendar that sat innocently on the floor beside him. "I…I don't know…"

Morning had came slowly because Cameron could not fall back to sleep. Instead, he sat up with his mom still very much shaken and upset by what had happened. "And that's what happened?" Elizabeth looked at her son, trying not to be skeptical, but the tale he had just weaved was quite out there.

"I swear," Cameron held up his hands. "One minute I was sitting on the couch, and I had the calendar in my hands. I opened the eight day door, and suddenly I was on the docks with you and Jason."

Elizabeth paused at that. "You saw me and Jason?"

"Yeah. He was giving you the Chuggin' Charlie for me, remember?" Cameron said, running his hands through his hair.

"Yes. I remember," Elizabeth said, quietly. She remember everything about her time with Jason, and it still hurt to this very day. It felt like they had been cheated out of their life together, and when he had died back in 2012, it had been a crippling blow. She didn't know what do without him, he had always been in her life in one way or another. "I probably told you about that."

"No, you didn't," Cameron stated, firmly. "I thought Lucky, or grandma got it for me. I never knew Jason…I never knew Jason cared about me like that."

Pain flickered across Elizabeth's face. "Sweetie, I must have told you. There's no other way you could have known about that," she said, softly.

Cameron swallowed thickly. "You don't believe me," he said, his voice tonelessly. "You don't believe what I am saying is the truth."

"I believe you believe what you are saying is the truth," she told him, as gently as she could. "But the fact is…you probably were sleeping walking. If it happens again we'll set up an appointment to see someone about it. Besides, if my little advent calendar was magically, I think I would have found out by now."

"How? You put it away," Cameron stated, stubbornly.

"Honey," Elizabeth said, her voice full of infinite patience. She stood up, and patted her son's cheek. He was nearly fifteen and already taller than her. "Go back to bed. Get some sleep, I'm sure all this anxiety you have over this…will be gone."

"What about school?" Cameron blinked.

"I'll call them and tell you're not feeling well," Elizabeth said, with a half smile. "Now, bed."

Cameron stood there for several moment. "Okay. Fine. Maybe I was sleep walking," he grumbled, his head hung. It sounded more rational than falling through time. Besides, he wasn't going to argue with a day at home with his video games instead of going to school. "Love you, mom."

"I love you, too," she said, with a light chuckle. She watched her son walk up the stairs, and out of sight before she looked over at the mess on the floor. Christmas ornaments laid scattered, and tinsel flung everywhere. With a heavy sigh, she walked over and began to clean up when she noticed the calendar still sitting upon the floor. A part of her stared at it for several moment before she picked it up. Her fingers brushed along the frame while a frown was on her face.

She stared down at the picture of her and Cam from 2006 Christmas that sat in the eight day door. It had been a hard time then. She had been on her own, and Lucky had been going through rehab. Jason had been her rock through it all. He had always been her rock. Suddenly her heart leapt into her throat and she stared down at the picture. The picture flickered, and she could have sworn she saw Jason in the picture of Cameron and her for a split second. When she blinked hard, it was back to normal.

Shaking her head, with a laugh. "Magical indeed," she set it down aimlessly in one of the boxes, and started cleaning. Once again the calendar laid forgotten.

END OF CHAPTER!

This story is going to be anywhere from five to ten chapters, but hopefully not any longer. I am trying to not overwhelm myself since I have other stories I am working one. :D

Rrs are appreciated.