What if Jason turned to his TRUE best friend the night Port Charles went black…
Chapter 1
One six-pack and two shots down… two six packs and a bottle of Tequila to go…
Jason Morgan rarely drank heavily… Alcohol clouded the judgment and dulled the senses and in his line of work that could be fatal. But, tonight at this very moment that was his goal… no hurt... no anger… numb… that is what he was shooting for.
"Jase… Jason? What in the world is going on?"
Sighing he turned his head and looked at the door… He should have known that at the one moment he wanted to be alone more than anything she would show up. It was as if she had some sort of second-sense to his emotions…
"Nothin' just kicking back and having a beer… or three…" He smirked and took a long pull from the beer bottle in his hand.
"I'd say you were having a few… So… I take it you didn't go and talk to Sam…"
"Oh… that is where you are wrong my friend… I went alright… went straight to hell…" Laughing he stood up and walked over to the window.
"Ok… now you are just scaring me… What happened? Hey… what is going on?"
Jason stood for a long moment not answering her question… he hadn't even noticed that she had gotten closer until he felt her slender hand on his arm.
"Let's just say that Sam and I are over… O-V-E-R… funny, that's what this is… fuckin' hysterical… No… maybe I am looking for ironic… that's the word…" Another swallow of beer and he grunted with annoyance as she pulled the beer from his grasp and took a swallow.
" Fuckin' huh? Jason… since when did you start using that vocabulary… you must really be shit-faced… you don't want to talk… so… rack em' up… We might as well play some pool…"
A beam of light woke her up… ugh, damn, her head was pounding. Not too mention her mouth tasted like something had died in it… And why in the hell was she on the floor… couldn't she have at least tried to make it to the couch?
Carly didn't even try and open her eyes… at least she was warm and had a few pillows under her. What in the hell had she done last night… stretching out her long legs she felt her toe brush across a leg… and who in the hell had she done it with…
Slowly rolling over she peeked out of one eye… OH MY GOD!
Various images crept back into her memory… What in the hell had they done… it then hit her that beneath the blanket that was casually covering her she was not wearing a stitch of clothing, it was obvious what they had done.
Raising a trembling hand to her mouth she didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or shout "HALLELUJAH".
He was sleeping so peaceful… she softly traced a finger across his eyebrows and down his nose… he didn't even stir… sleeping peaceful her ass! He as passed out cold…
A small snore caught her attention and then with a yank he pulled the blanket over himself and turned away from her.
Well, your bed manners have sure changed, she thought. Quietly, she sat up and reached for something to cover herself with… Great… a T-shirt, that'll be cute. Where is my shirt… ah, there it is… what the hell is all over my shirt?
Wrinkling her nose she caught a whiff of beer… and ugh… Tequila? Pulling the T-shirt over her head she stood up and tipped toed over to where her pants were laying piled up on the ground. Looking around she was amazed by the beers bottles and bottles of liquor lying around the pool table… what had the candles been for? Oh yea, the electricity went out again… They had really done some damage last night… in more ways than one she grimaced.
What were the odds that he wouldn't remember? He had been drunk when she had shown up… she would clean up any sign that she had been there… Milo had been on guard… she could threaten his life if she had to… she would not… could not lose her best friend over a night of recklessness. Now she had to do damage control…
Quickly and as quietly as possible she cleaned up anything that she had used… and looking around she frantically began searching for any used condoms or wrappers… they had used a condom hadn't they? Searching her memory she almost burst into tears because she couldn't for the life of her remember… did they use one or had he pulled out? Feeling a blush cover her from head to toe she ran a hand over her stomach… then looked around for any "evidence". Well, it had been a miracle to conceive Morgan… so that wouldn't be an issue…
Good, he was beautiful… too bad she couldn't wake up in his arms… too bad this would never happen again… sighing with sad regret, she crouched carefully next to the sleeping man and put a finger gently to her lips and then pressed it carefully to his.
"Sleep well angel…" Carly stood up and wiping a tear that had begun to roll down her cheek she walked out the door.
Shutting it quietly she started to turn toward Milo…
"MRS. C… I didn't know… I mean, good morning…"
Carly froze, "Max… where's Milo? Why are you here?"
"Uh, Milo… had to go somewhere, so I took over… I mean, I was off today… you know so he could go… I am working for Mr. Morgan today." Max tried to control his stammering, why was he always so nervous around Carly… Why was she coming out Mr. Morgan's penthouse? Milo hadn't said anything to him about her being there and he had taken over about 4 AM…it was now 6 AM and he hadn't left his position…
Carly gathered all over her nerves and looked Max dead in the eye, "Jason had a little too much to drink last night, and I was looking out for him… now, you and I both know that he rarely if ever drinks heavily…He would be embarrassed if he knew that I had seen him like in this condition and besides it wouldn't be good if it got out…So… Are you following me here?"
Max nodded in understanding, "Yes, Mrs. C… You weren't here and I never saw you…" It was a little weird, but… who was he to criticize…and Mr. Morgan was so steady, rarely, had Max seen him show any type of weakness.
"And you will pass this on to Milo? I am trusting you Max… this… This is the most important thing I can ask of you next to keeping him, Sonny and the boys safe… you got that…"
"Is… is everything ok… I mean…" Max didn't know how to finish the question…
"Why… Yes… Everything's fine… everything is just fine…" She answered quietly getting into the waiting elevator.
As the elevators closed behind her Max sighed, "Because my boss who never over-indulges in anything got drunk… and a woman that usually lights up the room was crying as if her heart was broken…"
Whatever was going on he wished he could do something to help… It killed him that two people he respected… and cared about where troubled…
He would keep an eye out and an ear open… and get Milo to do the same… Maybe they could find away to help.