Author's note: In this story, you will see similarities and comparisons of another Liason fanfic author that is well liked by many, many readers. She is one of my favorites as well and after reading one of her earlier pieces of work recently, I had this light bulb shine 100 watts above my head. I wrote my ideas down (okay I opened a WORD document and typed them), made the most basic of outlines and then sent her an email. I explained some of my idea and my total thieving of her and her stories. You'll recognize story titles that are so eerily similar to this author's stories and the content mimicking as well. You'll also find references to Elizabeth's alter ego is eerily similar to said author. All of this is intended to entertain. Me first and then hopefully you all. I wanted to state this from the start because I want everyone to know that she gave her permission to allow me to TOTALLY USE HER in this manner. Therefore, I give you this Liason story. It will have drama and action infused with huge, HUGE doses of humor. Just like said authors pieces always are. Also, as a side note, I'll post this story in several fanfiction websites. If you are like me, you read about thirty of them, some favored more than others but all appreciated for the fanfiction alone. I promise to never update at one site and not the others or choose to update at one in advance of the others so I am just giving you forewarning.
I hope you all enjoy. !!
Chapter 1
Elizabeth squeezed some jasmine scented shampoo into her hands and worked it into a lather through her nearly waist length hair. She had not washed it in two days because her hairdresser had dyed the ever increasing gray away Thursday morning at her regular monthly hair appointment and facial with her best friend Nadine Hunter. Now her rich chocolate tresses felt like sludge and even Jason had complained about it while tangling his hands through it the previous night. Their longstanding Friday night date was now the only time the motorcycle was used anymore but always elicited the same results.
A very happy couple come Saturday morning.
Jason had taken to driving what the kids called his manivan. Although he would grunt his disapproval over their comment for their enjoyment, he knew that his Escalade was just that. An overpriced, over accessorized mini-van but when you have three kids, your choices are limited. Besides, he liked his MAN-i-van. It was American made, stylish and fit the entire family.
Elizabeth smiled at the thought. Jason had really grown into his role as father, husband and all around man of the house. He relished in the simplest of chores like mowing the lawn. Once he hit forty-five, he relinquished his pride and bought a riding mower. The Tree Fort Gang, as the two parents called their children and their group of friends, sat out in the yard under the Elm tree, drinking root beer while teasing him each time he rode by to take another swipe out of the grass. Yet he still did the chore himself even though Elizabeth insisted that Cameron or Jacob should be the ones responsible for that particular chore.
'Chores' Elizabeth smirked to herself. Jason never made the kids do chores and more than once she had caught him, Spinelli and Cody doing the kids simple chores for them. 'He's so whipped.'
Jason also turned their house, specifically their garage into grand central. He liked working on the family cars and motorcycles and eventually it morphed into working on friends and neighbors cars and now even the kids friends cars. Some days, Elizabeth would kiss him good morning and then not see him again until dinnertime. About five years ago, he installed two hydraulic lifts and added on to the garage for more space. Thus "Borg's Garage" was born. It wasn't a real company and Elizabeth always joked that they should file for a non-profit license under the name. Honestly there should be some type of tax write off. Charity by way of spark plugs or something. Cameron and his friends had aptly named it once they found out from Uncle Spin that many people over the years called Cameron's step-father "The Borg". Even Jason referred to the family garage as BG.
'BG is too hot in the summer babe so I just installed air conditioning.' Was the beginning of one argument between Elizabeth and Jason. Then there was, 'But I needed an office just for BG to keep up with everyone's cars and keys and have files and file cabinets and a computer to order parts and enter information on everyone's car into that data base thing Spinelli set up for me. It's just a minor addition to the house honey. Don't worry.' That was the War of the Roses but as usual, Jason won and now their house looked like a sidecar to the monstrosity that was their garage. Six bays, two offices and a full on game room/library attached for the 'customers' to entertain themselves while waiting for her husband to change their oil, replace their brakes and perform other auto repair tasks.
And that was another argument!
The Morgan family home was now the local teen hang out. No one hung out at Kelly's or the local mall or movie theatre or even their own damn houses anymore. And why would they, her three kids would ask and Jason would give. In between the house and the garage was a forty by thirty room, with an attached full bathroom. It had several couches and chairs, two forty-two inch flat screen high definition tv's with gaming consoles attached to them. A twelve by twelve wall theatre screen attached to a surround sound entertainment system that hooked into a separate satellite that provided over three hundred television channels, satellite radio, a DVD and CD player and a laptop computer. Then there were the four computers that Jason had Spinelli install and network for the kids and their friends, all with their own twenty-one inch flat screen monitors that had a converter attached to each to switch to satellite tv if they wanted to watch something different than what was on the 'Jumbo-tron' as the kids called the theatre screen.
But that wasn't all. Jason wanted to play a little pool one night after he and Cody had been staking out a warehouse and Cameron and his best friend Morgan were not letting up. Jason had a long day and just wanted to relax with a solitaire game of billiards while sipping on a bottle of beer but the two boys, both fifteen at the time, insisted that they were in the middle of a marathon tournament. When their friend Joey showed up an hour later to play the winner, Jason stomped out of the house and returned later with a receipt for HIS new pool table and all four of them promptly moved Jason's old pool table from the formal dining room that never once housed a dining room table into the play room.
Jake and Ella complained that they weren't tall enough to play pool so when Jake suggested an air hockey game, a brand spanking new one was delivered the next day. A few years later Ella wanted a sleep-over for her thirteenth birthday because after all, she was officially a teenager then. What did her over indulging father do? He installed eight full sized Murphy beds along the far wall of the 'play room' so that she could have ALL of her friends, all seventeen of the screeching, giggling, squealing monsters for her birthday WEEKEND.
Once that was over, he decided to keep the beds and had a carpenter come in to modify them so that they were fitted with bookshelves with woodfold custom roll up doors to contain the books when the beds were lowered. He then stocked the bookshelves with every reference book you would find in a school library plus his travel books and Elizabeth's books on art. There was a section for Ella with everything from the Nancy Drew series to Harry Potter and of course her never ending selection of Crimson, Style and TeenVogue magazines. Jake had his section with every murder mystery and horror story ever written as well as every issue of every motorcycle magazine since the beginning of time. Cam was showing signs of wanting to be a doctor like his Uncle Stephen since he came home from his summer vacation with Elizabeth's brother and his family. Stephen would take him to the hospital for rounds and even let the twelve year old sit in the observation booth while he was performing a surgery. From then on, Cameron excelled at his schoolwork, skipping grades even and read anatomy books, science books and old issues of New England Journal of Medicine that his uncle would send him once he had finished reading it.
Elizabeth wasn't quite sure when she had lost control of her kids but she felt certain it had happened sometime between the time Father Coates said, "Jason you may kiss your bride" and when the doctor said, "Jason, would you like to cut the chord."
The world turned on its axis the day that Elizabeth and Jason created Ella. She was the third and last of the three children, born exactly ten months after she and Jason married. Jason had been a reasonable man before Ella took her first breath. He was a good father to the two boys, immediately adopting Cameron and signing the papers the day they returned from their two week honeymoon of a tour through Italy. He was patient and loving with both boys and never treated one more special than the other. He read to them, fed them, bathed them and taught them everything he felt two little boys needed to know. He was stern with them and demanded they were respectful and always minded their manners. Even when Edward Quartermaine was around.
Then Ella was born. Emily Audrey Morgan, named after Elizabeth's best friend, Jason's sister, who had died nearly two years before she was born and then given her middle name after Elizabeth's beloved Grams who had died just before Ella was conceived. Since neither Jason nor Elizabeth could stomach calling the precious bundle Emily because the emotions of Emily's death were still so raw, they decided on Ella as a nickname.
Once Ella came home, all bets were off. Elizabeth had considered going back to the hospital to return the insane man who looked like her husband but sure didn't act like her husband. He insisted he hadn't changed, but THAT man and the man she lived with now were as similar as Jason Morgan and Jason Quartermaine. After the one big blow-up that Elizabeth feared had ended her marriage, she never made that comparison out loud again.
But that will come later. Back to the monstrous teen hangout.
Ella wanted a bigger pool, so Daddy had a damn near Olympic sized one put behind the garage. It was sectioned off. There was a lap pool for Cam with four lanes that opened up to a regular kidney shaped swimming pool with a diving board at the junction, the deepest part between the lap pool and the 'floater' pool as the kids called it. Then the kidney shaped section spilled down with a beautiful waterfall into a wading pool that was equipped with jets and bench style seating all the way around it and was no deeper than three feet. It ended with another waterfall and a fountain pond that he stocked with KOI when Ella saw them at a Japanese restaurant one time. His excuse to Elizabeth for the new man made Great Lakes behind their house was that he didn't have so much yard to mow anymore.
Ella and Jake and the Tree Fort Gang, as Elizabeth named them in one of her novels, were eating all of the food in the house. Daddy installed a deep freezer, a microwave and a full size refrigerator and gave the kids an account with the local market that delivered. He never, EVER let Elizabeth see that bill but she knew it had to be outrageous. Other mothers, like her best friends Nadine, Robin and Lainey all thanked Elizabeth for always feeding their kids.
When Jason and Elizabeth argued for the first fifteen years of their marriage it always started with, "Jason why in the world did you buy add one of three spoiled kids names here a damn fill in the blank with an outrageous, overpriced item that no child really needs?" and the argument always ended with, "Because add one of the three spoiled kids names here asked for it and I figured, why not."
However, now the arguments were all against the mother of the house. Everyone was against her and sometimes she felt even her husband was in line with the kids.
"Honey, Ella just asked if I would divorce you and make you go away forever." Jason said as he stepped into the shower with his wife of over seventeen years and took over the job of massaging the shampoo through her long tresses.
"Again?" she asked as she wiped the water from her face and opened her eyes to see the beautiful cerulean and ice flecked orbs of her still incredibly sexy husband.
At fifty one years old, Jason Morgan still had the rock hard abs and chest that he had in his twenties, his narrow waist and hips gave way to strong thighs even now. His hair was still blonde, though a darker shade, with a little bit of white streaks throughout. The lucky dog, his gray hair looked distinguished and more like sun streaks where as her gray hair looked like evil witches peaks. Madeline Kahn in Young Frankenstein? Yep, Elizabeth was sure that would be her twin if she let the gray go uncovered. However, Jason's face was not as chiseled. He had jowls now and crows feet at the corner of his eyes. Worry lines streaked his forehead and his skin more weathered with age.
HA!
Elizabeth, on the other hand retained her petite one hundred and ten pound figure. Thank GOD for Pilates! Her skin was still tight and taut from her daily regimen of facial products from ELQ's beauty product company Deception and her skin was still porcelain white and wrinkle free because she used sun block and big hats. She treated her body with respect when it came to feeding it. Rarely did you see something unhealthy go into it. Unless it was her famous brownies or her never ending stash of anything chocolaty. However as the years wore on and and the Tree Fort Gang increased tenfold. The chocolate was harder to keep around and it became harder to keep away the middle aged belly bulge. She reduced her chocolate feeding frenzy's to her monthly cycle week. AND Ella's week as well just in a show of a mother's support.
In all, Jason was still the Adonis he was when she fell in love with him and she was still the beautiful creature that captured his heart twenty-five years ago when she was only Jacob's age, eighteen. For forty three years old and three kids later, Elizabeth Imogene Webber-Morgan was still hot.
Yeah, Jason hated the hyphen too.
However, he fell in love with a strong, opinionated, independent woman and to this day, Mrs. Webber-Morgan was still a force of nature.
Just for fun, the kids all called her Mwam instead of Mom. Morgan Corinthos, the little shit, came up with it one day when he and Cam were in elementary school. That kid was always too smart for his own good and would crawl under her skin just like his mother did. He was eating a peanut butter and banana sandwich that Jason had somehow figured out how to fry for the two boys. Why? Because they asked, of course. Refer back to the discussion of Ella being born and the stranger Elizabeth now shared a bed with.
Anyway, Morgan was looking at the envelope Cameron had brought home from school that both second graders were sure had something to do with Kristina Davis and the water fountain incident. It was addressed to Mrs. Webber-Morgan. Why? Because the teachers even knew not to address bad news to Jason because he would inevitably either laugh it off or believe his children when they said it wasn't their fault.
"MWM…that's your mom's initials." Of course that wasn't correct but the boys were seven. "If she just changed her name to an 'O' her initials would be MOM but now her initials are mmmwwwaaaammm. Hey it sounds like you are actually saying Mom but peanut butter is stuck in your mouth."
Both boys tested the theory which earned a big hearty laugh from Jason and a two year old Ella who was in his lap watching her favorite cartoon, My Little Pony, and holding her own Pinkie Pie that she had to have and her father, OF COURSE, had to buy her. And now, every damn kid on the planet calls Elizabeth Imogene Webber-Morgan 'Mwam'.
But I digress. Back to the story.
"What did I do this time?" she asked rolling her eyes as he had seen so many times in their life together.
"Well, the Tree Fort Gang have just reported to her and Jake that your latest book is about them except of course that you and I are the lead characters. Oh and the fact that you lose your virginity to me in the book was what put her over the edge."
"Oh, so she wants you to divorce me and make me leave all of you over the book that I wrote that bought her that Infinity convertible she got for her birthday. Nice…real nice."
Okay, so Elizabeth spoiled her kids too but it was more of a controlled burn. She spoiled them on special occasions like birthdays and Christmas. Jason spoiled them twenty four seven three hundred sixty five. Wildfire spoiling with no end in sight.
"Well, I told you to change your pen name." Jason replied as his hands left her hair and slid down her side in search of much more fun things to touch.
Elizabeth slapped Jason's hands away and gave him her most stern expression. "I shouldn't have to do that, no thanks to your best friend."
"YOU are my best friend." Jason insisted as he fought with her arms and the warm water streamed over them both. He had a goal in mind and he wasn't letting his waif of a wife deter him from it. To him, Saturday morning shower sex was the best part of the weekend.
"OH PLEASE!" Elizabeth cried as she worked conditioner into her hair while trying, but not succeeding, at keeping her husbands grubby paws off of her most sensitive body parts. "YOUR best friend is that malicious, hateful bleached blonde little"
"HEY, work with me here. I cannot talk about Carly while I am trying to get some action from you babe." He cut her off while finally wrestling her arms up and clamped them together with his large strong hand then reached down to spread her legs and work a long digit into her slick folds.
"Jason, you come to the shower to tell me the kids hate me, which is no big surprise. You tell me that my precious baby girl wants me lonely and on the streets, which I wouldn't put it past you to follow through with since she requested it. All because of your dearest friend Carly, who you defended to me when she opened that big fat trap of hers clueing in all of America that I am the author of The Green Hornet Series. Yet you think I want to fool around? With YOU?"
"Yes" he said simply and captured her lips with his. He let go of her arms and pulled both hands to tangle in her wet mane. She opened up willingly. Too willingly. But Jason didn't notice. His tongue danced with hers in a sensual duel and he stepped closer so she could feel his body's immediate and erect reaction to her.
Elizabeth allowed him to kiss her. Not that she wasn't mad but time and again the man had proven that when he wanted to do a sexual waltz with his wife, nothing short of a cold water dousing would stop him from achieving his goal. And if that was what it took, she needed the time the kissing would allow for her to work the rest of the conditioner from her hair.
Jason's arms and hands wrapped around Elizabeth's body and Jason leaned down, never breaking from their kiss, to cup her ass cheeks. Elizabeth braced her elbows lovingly over her husbands shoulders as if she was going to hug him or run her fingers through his short spiky hair. However, she used the position to work at rinsing out the conditioner from her long locks while moaning her obvious pleasure at her husbands now roaming hands.
Minutes ticked by with the occasional break for air and Elizabeth had to school herself before she let the feelings of her husbands ministrations take over and she fell in line with giving him, once again, what he wanted. Honestly it was times like this and his sexy as hell looks that kept her from suffocating him with a pillow in his sleep most nights.
When the time was right and she felt that she was done with her shower, she reached back and turned the knob. Soon freezing cold water sprayed from the six strategically aimed shower heads and as soon as the shock hit her husband, she jumped from the small glass enclosed stall while listening to a litany of curses spew from her husband's lips.
She giggled as she reached for her two towels and wrapped one around her head and the other around her body. She could hear Jason blindly turning the knob and then cursing again as the water scalded him.
A sucessful escape.
Final request from the author (alikat): I normally don't beg for reply's. I figure, hey, maybe you are a reader and don't want to share your opinion. Or maybe you are like me and sometimes you read a chapter on your pda and leaving a reply is a pain in the arse. However, I would like to get some responses to this specific chapter. I know I haven't divulged too much of the plot at this point. I just wanted to set the mood and give you an idea of the story but if it's CRAP, I want to know. Why waste my time or yours. Right? Right. So please if you will….