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Yes I am starting another fic already!!

Background – Elizabeth and lucky are getting divorced… he has just moved out and she filed the papers quickly. Cameron does not exist in this story. The rest of their histories are the same. This picks up about a week after the blackout. Elizabeth moved into her studio and left Lucky. Lucky did not go to rehab and he is still using. After sleeping with Rick, Sam had a breakdown and left Port Charles. She has not be heard from since and will NOT make an appearance in this story, I'm just tired of her, LOL.

That's about all, anything else I will try to explain as I go.

As always I am going to rate this M/NC-17.

Chapter 1

Elizabeth walked into her studio, kicking the door shut as she struggled with the boxes in her hand. They were heavy, too heavy to be stacked on top of each other in her arms. The top box slid off, landing on its side as all of its contents dumped out onto the floor. She let out a groan and slid the box remaining in her arms on top of the pile that already existed along the wall.

She had gone back to the apartment one last time while Lucky was at work to retrieve the final boxes of her stuff. She left her key on the desk, no note, just an envelope below it containing divorce papers. She went to one of those quickie divorce lawyers who insured her that it would be complete in less then three weeks, maybe sooner if he can get a quick court date.

Elizabeth shuffled over to where the box lay dumped out on the floor. She really did not feel like picking it all up. Her shift had run over and she was just overall exhausted. Her hand waved off the box, "later" she said out loud to herself. It was then that she noticed the small trinket that had ended up a few feet from the pile of junk that was stacked beside the box. The instant she saw it she knew exactly what it was. Picking the small piece of glass up off the floor she shuffled over to the couch and sat, remembering the day Jason had given it to her. It seemed so long ago and so much had changed, except for her feelings.

They has been through so much over the years. She was sure that she always had feelings for Jason, even if they were fighting. They were buried in her subconscious, hidden from even herself. They were friends, always friends, until last week. It wasn't until she woke up in his arms that she realized her feelings went beyond friendship and it wasn't till a few days ago that she realized the feelings have been there for as far back as she could remember.

She left Lucky, walked into the apartment and found him bordering consciousness. She decided it was a good thing that he could not fight back physically or emotionally as she told him it was over. Sure he had slept with Maxie and set off the events of the night that brought her to Jason, but all that did was help her realize that she was not in love with him anymore. Sure she would always love him, they boy that stole her heart, but that boy was gone, replaced with a man who was selfish and self destructive… much like his father. Over the past week she picked up extra shifts at the hospital and ensured she would get to the apartment when he was working to gather her things.

She sat holding the red piece of glass. It was amazing how something as simple as glass could give her strength, but it did. Oddly enough, it seemed that every time life got crazy that this piece of glass would show itself showing up at the bottom of a drawer, under a book or like today, on her floor. It is silly to think that glass could be her guardian angel, instead perhaps it is the source of the glass that is her guardian angel… or maybe the source is her fate, her strength or just her heart.

She was shaken from her thoughts by a pounding on the door. "Elizabeth" she heard being called from the other side of the door. She could tell it was Lucky and from the constant pounding and tone of his voice she could tell he was high. The pounding continued, "Elizabeth, come on… I just want to talk. I know you are here, I can see the light under the door."

Elizabeth stayed quiet, placing the red glass on the table in front of her and leaning her head onto the arm of the couch. It seemed to be a long time that he was knocking on the door and yelling. It wasn't until she heard her neighbor Carl in the hallway asking him to leave that Lucky finally stopped.

Jason revved his bike and kicked it into gear. His head was cloudy and in his business clouds were not good. Being preoccupied with anything or anyone could get him killed. 'No regrets' is what they had assured each other but he could not help but worry about her regretting what had happened between them. Jason felt guilty for taking advantage of her. Regardless of how much and how long he had wanted her, she was married and emotional.

For years Jason has found himself wondering what it would feel like to wake up with her in his arms. He'd think and wonder how her bare skin would feel against his. Now he knew and it only made the feeling stronger. Now he needed more of her, in a matter of one night he was addicted, she was his drug. He was no better then Lucky

Elizabeth directly told him that it was the only night that they would be together. Hearing her say that broke his heart but his life is dangerous and could not expect her to place herself in the line of fire and deep down he wanted her safe, even if that meant being away from him.

He shifted gears riding even faster on the dark back roads. He wondered exactly what the feelings were that he was having. Was it just sexual attraction or was it more? Could it be the thrill of wanting something you cant have? Problem is that he has had it and now he wanted more. If it had only been the one time when they had started on the floor then moved to the couch, maybe he could move on. Sex with Elizabeth was unlike any other. There seemed to be a connection he had never experienced before that left him dizzy and high afterward. She seemed to have the same reaction, perhaps that is why she initiated it the second time. The third time he was not sure who initiated it. By that point it was mutual, they were in the pink room in and out of sleep, holding each other. Their eyes met and he could feel her heart rate increase as his did. It was almost daylight and it was as though they each wanted one last experience to remember. It was perfect and Jason could have sworn he saw a tear escape her eye as their bodies came together one last time.

Whatever it all meant didn't matter. He knew it was over and they were back to friends, nothing more. As a friend he decided to stop by her studio tomorrow to make sure she was ok. No matter what happened, he wanted to be there for her. She had stopped at the Penthouse to let him know that she left Lucky and was moving out. He again offered his help and money, anything that she needed. She looked so tired and sad. Of course she was sad, the man she loves cheated on her with drugs and Maxie. It broke his heart to see her so sad and if he could he would beat Lucky with his bare hands for hurting her. Sure Sam had slept with Rick but they were done before that even happened. Any chances of them getting back together went out the window at that minute and he knew there was no love left in his heart for Sam. Lucky's affair was different, he was married to Elizabeth and she was in love with him… Jason assumed that she still was in love with him. 'What a fucking asshole. Only a moron like Lucky would fuck around on Elizabeth. My god, what I would do if I…' He stopped his thoughts. He couldn't think of her like that. She was clear that it was only one night and, even though she did not say it, did not feel that way about him. For her it was comfort sex, for him it was… more then he was willing to admit to himself.

Elizabeth finally had a day off. She had picked up so many shifts at the hospital since she moved, the boxes had piled up as had her laundry. She cleaned and put away her clothes finally moving to the boxes piled against the wall next to the door. One by one she unpacked her life from the cardboard boxes. She did not know how long she would be staying in the studio but could not live out of boxes for too long and was not motivated to start looking for a new apartment. The studio was big enough for her and it was cheap. The longer she stayed there the more money she could save. Her and Lucky had so many financial problems that she wanted to focus on putting some money away so she would not be so stressed out every time she sat to pay bills. Jason had offered everything from money to the Penthouse across the hall to her but she wanted to do it on her own.

Once they were empty, Elizabeth unfolded the boxes and piled them up so she could carry them down to the recycling closet in the basement. She opened the door and turned around, picking up the pile, her arms spread wide holding them. When she turned back to the door Lucky was standing there.

Jason kick started his bike and pulled out of the parking garage at Harborview Towers. He could not wait any longer to see her. He had been worried about her for some reason this morning. Not sure why he had this feeling decided not to wait any longer and went to check on her.