Author's Note: This is what I get for being awake at two in the morning, not wanting to mess up my other stories, and having a muse that won't shut up. Hope you enjoy this regardless. Later!

Waking up to the roaring sound of his alarm, Jason Morgan pulls himself out of bed, groaning at the raging hangover that has plagued his mind. Last night had been the worst night thus far, the strongest alcohol still coursing through his veins as he stood up and stretched his aching muscles. It was only then did he realize he wasn't alone. Glancing over his shoulder at his bed, Jason finds a string of curse words escaping his lips at who he sees on his bed. Why did he have to wake up to her every time he got blind drunk?

Walking out of his room, down the stairs, and over to his front door, Jason pulls it open, signalling for the guards in the hall to walk into the penthouse. He had work to do and he couldn't deal with the nagging brunette before then. Especially with the raging hangover that he'll be battling for the rest of the day.

"I don't care what you have to do." Jason grumbled, scratching the fuzz on his cheeks, realizing its time to shave. "Just get her out of here."

As the guards went to wake up the brunette, Jason locked himself in his bathroom, he had to get ready for the meeting with Sonny. His boss has started to go a little on the impulsive side and, as always, Jason had to be the voice of reason. Which explained his need to get blind drunk the previous night and landing in bed with that damn brunette. The woman has found her way into his bed countless times and he still has yet to learn her name. Or rather, he still has yet to remember her damn name in the light of day.

He could hear the shouts from just outside the door and Jason realized just why he never had people stay over in his penthouse. He never wanted to deal with the morning after crap. He's not settling down and he's certain that he's told that damn brunette profusely that he wasn't going to just settle down. A man in his position, there was no room for love and women. Sure, a little romp session, but nothing more. Between the blonde that has always been so sweet and challenges him in bed, Courtney was her name, or at least there's a fifty-fifty chance that's her name. She's a regular ten in bed.

Then there's the brunette, lord only knows what's her name, he couldn't guess even if he cared to try. Sometimes Jason wonders why he can't wake up to the blonde. At least she knows that Jason's not the settling down type and just takes what she can get. Which, in all honesty, isn't much.

There's another blonde that happens to fall into his bed from time to time, Carly, now she's a little something something too. That woman can make Jason swear in all kinds of languages as they have the rawest type of sex. She's the total package for someone in Jason's line of work. She shows up, rocks his world, and walks out. No sappy letters, no whiny, bitching and moaning. Just sex. More sex. And even more sex.

Certain that the brunette was gone, Jason exits his bath, freshly shaven and ready to face another hectic day as Sonny Corinthos's head enforcer. His hair is a little grown out than he's used to, but decides he still has a few months before he has to cut it.

There's a strange feeling in the air, but Jason ignores it. There was just too much to do to think about the feeling in the air. Walking into his boss's penthouse, Jason finds him pacing back and forth, talking to someone on the phone. From the look on his face and the posture of his body, whoever Sonny is talking to, it has to be someone of importance. Whatever was being discussed, Jason knew he would have to be brought into the situation. He could just tell by the look on his boss's face.

"No. I will handle her protection detail." Sonny promised one of his oldest friends. "Don't worry. You just send her our way and we will protect your daughter with the full force of my organization."

Ending the call, Sonny walked over to his most trusted enforcer. Things have been starting to get truly complicated with the situation and he was going to need Jason's help to make sure that the daughter of his best friend doesn't get killed in the process.

Jason stands in alert, waiting for Sonny to gather his thoughts and tell him what was needed from him. It was obvious that the problems they were having with the suppliers wasn't what had his boss so conflicted in that moment. What he didn't know was how deep Jason would be dragged into this latest situation.

"Do you remember Jeff Webber?" Sonny asks, pouring himself a drink, needing it desperately.

"He saved your life once." Jason says for Sonny's benefit. Sonny hates when Jason doesn't speak. "What about him?"

"His daughter has been dragged into a situation not of her own creating." Sonny explains, walking back to stand in front of Jason. "He needs us to protect her while the situation is being dealt with."

"You want me to babysit some brat?" Jason blurted out, unable to believe that he had to watch out for some kid.

"In a word...yes." Sonny walked over to get the file that he had Stan compile on one Elizabeth Webber. "This is all you should know about her. I'm trusting you to keep her alive."

"For how long?" Jason dared to ask, every part of him hating this.

"Indefinitely." Sonny knew that his enforcer hated this, but had to keep a promise to an old friend. "She's being brought over as we speak and she'll move in with you."

Jason seriously wished he could drown in alcohol right now. Not only was he responsible for some brat, but now he had to share his living space with her. What else could possibly happen to screw up his life right now? Wasn't it bad enough that he had to wake up to that damn brunette, who he still couldn't recall her damn name, why did the shit just have to keep piling up?

Snatching the file, Jason trudged back to his penthouse, knowing that until this situation was handled, his only assignment is this bratty kid.

"Kill me now." Jason grumbled, walking into his penthouse and kicking the door shut. "Anything to get me out of this."

Elizabeth Webber didn't know what was happening. Her father explained to her that she would have to live with Sonny Corinthos's head enforcer until the situation was handled, but she didn't know what that meant. When would the situation be handled? How long would she have to live with some guy she has never met before? Nothing was making sense and she was starting to go insane with all the questions that was running through her head.

She's twenty-one years old and so far nothing's like she thought it would be. She's a nurse and she's has friends, but she at least hoped to be in love by now. To find someone to spend her life with and pursue her dreams with, but nothing. Now she's in an unmarked car, heading to Harborview Towers, which is pretty much a fortress, to stay with some guy she's never met before. A trained killer who probably doesn't even want her there in the first place.

"Everything okay Ms. Webber?" Johnny, the guard driving, questioned, looking at her through the rearview mirror.

"Sure." Elizabeth stared out her window. "I'm only moving in with a guy I've never met before...what could possibly go wrong?"

Jason went over the file a couple times, seriously hating that there wasn't any pictures or even an age on the brat he's supposed to watch over. If she's younger than fourteen, Jason will seriously strangle his boss for straddling him with this assignment. A knock at the door had Jason looking at it as the guard stuck his head in.

"They're on their way up." Marco informed, noting the frustrated look on Jason's face. "Try not to kill the girl."

"Just send her when she gets her." Jason snapped, slapping the file shut.

Walking into the building, Elizabeth already felt like she was in prison. Guards around every corner. Each with at least two guns or more. Making her way into the elevator, two guards carrying her things, Elizabeth wondered what this Jason Morgan guy will be like. Will he be like what her best friend Lucky Spencer described or will he be like what Robin Scorpio described? As the bell dinged, signalling the opening of the elevator doors, Elizabeth nearly jumped out of her skin.

She's guided to stand outside the door of the place she'll be living and she was already as nervous as she could possibly be. For all she knows, this Jason Morgan guy, he just might want to lock her up in her room and be done with her. Who wants to follow a woman around all day anyway? The door is opened for her by one of the guards and in that moment she's frozen.

She has seen Jason Morgan's mug shot on the television, but this man that stood before her, he looked more like a god. The pictures on the news did him no justice. He was a six foot, masculine, hunk of hotness and all man.

Jason froze too. He had been expecting a brat, a little runt of a child, but not this feminine beauty that stood before him. She was mature in all the right places and those lips can have any man on his knees, willing to do her bidding. If he was the kind of guy to settle down, she'd definitely be the kind of girl to do it for. Shaking that thought out of his head abruptly, Jason waved the men away, glaring at them to leave and close the door.

Elizabeth felt herself blush under his powerful gaze, but she didn't back down.

"I'm Jason Morgan." Jason finally spoke, holding out his hand.

"Elizabeth Webber." she shook his hand carefully before dropping her hand.

"I know."

Author's Note: Let me know what you think.

*Might delete this in the light of day*

Till next time...