A/N: Hey guys! So, this is my first GH story about the first couple that I ever rooted for that I've been meaning to put on here for a while. I used to watch this show all the time with my mom when I was a kid and I loved Jason/Elizabeth back then too. And I still try to keep up with it, or at least keep up with Liz's sl. I hated when they killed Jason off. But in my story, he's not really dead. :) Anyway, I didn't change any history (even though I really wanted to) because I wanted to show a cool possibility of what could happen if Jason were to be found alive and a way for him and Elizabeth to get back together. So, yeah...hope you like!
The day had been a long one for Elizabeth Webber. It had started the same as the majority of her days. She woke up in a pretty good mood. Only to realize that she hadn't set her alarm the night before, and ended up two hours late for work. Then, in a rush to get to the hospital...she locked her keys in her car, and had to pay fifty dollars to get them out. When she finally arrived, the place was as busy as it had been in weeks. So, she didn't have a spare moment the entire day. She couldn't wait to go home and go to bed.
Then, when she got home, Cameron reminded her that he had a science project that was due tomorrow. So, she had spent the last two hours forming a model volcano. And on top of that, she was beginning to think Aiden had a cold. No, this was not Elizabeth's best day.
Finally, when she had gotten the boys to bed, she walked through the house flipping off lights. She was seriously contemplating sleeping on the couch, because she didn't know if she had the will to make it back upstairs. So, she was not in the stablest of states when she heard the doorbell ring that night.
Her first impulse was to ignore it. But against this impulse, she made her way to the door, hoping that whoever it was would be gone within thirty seconds.
She wasn't sure who she was expecting to see when she opened the door. But the figure that stood in front of her was most certainly not it. Great. Now, she was seeing things that weren't there. God, she really needed some sleep.
"Elizabeth", he said softly, his familiar blue eyes shining against the night sky.
Half-asleep at this point, she crossed her arms. "Please don't torment me right now. I know that you're not really here, Jason. I'm tired, and I really need some sleep."
There was a faint glow around him, and she knew that he was just a figment of her imagination. The product of her unrelenting day. She fought to keep her eyes open, but it was to no avail. She felt her legs give way, but she didn't feel an impact with the floor. In fact, she didn't remember anything after that. Just that she finally got to go to sleep.
Jason sat in the chair across from her bed, watching her sleep. He was so relieved to be back with the woman he loved. How hard he had fought to get back to her and the boys! He wasn't entirely certain of how long he had been gone, but it was far too long. Elizabeth looked a bit different than he remembered. A new hairstyle...that was probably what it was. And upon examining his reflection in a mirror, he could see that he looked slightly different as well.
His eyes caught hold of a calendar that was hanging on the wall on the other side of the room. Reluctantly, he stood up, and made his way to it. But what he read caused his eyes to widen in shock. November 2013.
2013? How could it be 2013? No wonder he and Elizabeth both looked different! God only knows how much Cam and Jake had grown. And he hadn't even seen them yet. He started to leave Elizabeth's room in search of the boys when he heard her begin to stir. He sat down on the bed next to her, and smiled softly as her eyes fluttered open.
Elizabeth's eyes opened, and she was greeted with the face of the love of her life. Initially, she smiled. She must still be dreaming. Which was really strange because she felt very awake.
She reached her hand up to brush his cheek. "Jason, you can't be here. I got to get up, or I'll have another awful day like yesterday."
"I don't think yesterday was so awful", he remarked. "It was the day I finally got home. To you and the boys."
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and she slowly sat up. "No. You're a dream. Jason, you've been dead for over a year now. You're not real. You can't be real."
"I am real", he assured her, cupping her face in his hands. "And I'm never gonna leave you again."
She shook her head, still disbelieving of what was going on. She had dreamed of Jason many times since his death. But she couldn't deny that this felt different somehow. It felt much more real than all the other times. And that scared her to death.
Jason was a bit puzzled, however, by her words. If he had been "dead" a year, then why could he not remember all of the other years? He decided that particular question could wait. First, he had to get Elizabeth to see that he wasn't a figment of her imagination.
Elizabeth threw the covers off of her, and hopped out of the bed. She pointed at him. "You. Aren't. Real. I'm not sure if you're a dream or a hallucination right now. Or maybe you're a ghost. That's probably what you are. And besides, if you were real, you wouldn't even be here right now. You would be with your wife."
His expression reflected his confusion. "Okay, I'm not really sure what's going on here. But if you're not my wife, I don't have one."
"Yes you do. Sam", she uttered. She couldn't remember the last time she had ever been so frustrated with someone who wasn't even really there. God, what if she was losing her mind?
"Sam?", he repeated in amusement. "Like Sam McCall? I think you're more confused than I am. I would never marry her."
"Well, you did", Elizabeth countered. "And you two have a son. God, if I weren't so sure that you weren't real, I would take you to the hospital to have you checked out."
"Elizabeth, this is ridiculous!", Jason exclaimed. "I know I had a thing with Sam once, but there is no way that I would marry her. And she can't even have kids! Where are you coming up with this?"
"Oh my God! Just go away!", she yelled. "Why don't you go haunt Sam? I have two kids that I have to get to school, and a job that I have to get to!"
"Mommy?"
She turned to see her youngest son standing in the doorway. She sighed, and held her arms out to him. "Come here, baby."
The little boy ran into her arms, and Jason stood there as confused as ever.
"What's your name?", the little boy asked innocently, staring up at him with a pair of eyes that were identical to Elizabeth's.
Elizabeth's own eyes widened in shock. Her gaze switched back and forth between the two of them. "You see him too?", she asked her son in a shaky tone.
Aiden nodded, and pointed at Jason. "Right there."
So, Jason wasn't a figment of her imagination. Or a hallucination. Or part of a dream. Or a ghost. He was...real. She felt like she was going to faint. Jason was here. He was alive.
She slowly set her son back down. "Okay, sweetie. Can you go ask Cam if he'll make you some cereal?"
After Aiden had toddled out of the room, Elizabeth looked back at Jason. Tears began to flood her eyes, and she threw her arms around him. He held her tightly as she cried.
She eventually pulled back. "You're alive. I don't understand. How can you be alive?"
"I uh...I'm not really sure", he replied honestly, trying to make sense of everything that was happening. "That kid is your son?"
"Yeah. Aiden. Oh my God, Jason. You really don't remember anything, do you?"
"I remember you. I remember us. And Cam and Jake. Can I see them? They've probably got so big", Jason said, forcing a hint of a smile.
Elizabeth tried with everything in her power not to cry. But even still, she could feel tears threatening to fall. "Jason...I need to get you to the hospital", she said gently. "They'll help you get your memory back, okay?"
"Okay", he agreed reluctantly, allowing her to take care of him. She was the only person he really trusted. Especially since he wasn't even sure who he was anymore. There were a lot of things that she didn't fill in. He ached to know them, and yet, he wasn't sure if he wanted to know them.
"Oh my God", Patrick Drake uttered in disbelief, as Elizabeth brought a very much alive Jason Morgan into the hospital. "Jason?"
Elizabeth nodded. "He's alive, Patrick. I don't know how. And he's really confused. I don't think he remembers a whole lot from the past few years."
Patrick just stood there with a stunned expression for a minute before finally snapping out of it. "Okay. Come with me."
Jason looked at her helplessly. He just got home. The last thing that he wanted was to be poked and prodded like some kind of science experiment.
"Go with Patrick. I'll be right here waiting for you, okay?", she assured him.
Reluctantly, he walked away with the doctor. She collapsed into the nearest chair, disbelieving of that morning's events. Jason was alive. And she couldn't be happier about that. But his memory was obviously all kinds of screwed up. He had thought they were together. He didn't remember what happened to Jake. He didn't remember marrying Sam. Sam. She should probably call her. But somehow, she didn't think that would be the best idea.
Or who knows? Maybe seeing Sam would make Jason remember everything. However, there was a part of her that wanted what Jason remembered to be true. The life that he wanted was the life that she had wanted for the longest time. More than anything. But it wasn't his life. And she wasn't his wife. She had to do the right thing.
Slowly, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Sam's number. It rang for a couple of times, and then went to voicemail. She hung it up. What was she going to say? "Hey, Sam. Just wanted to call you and tell you that your husband is still alive. But he doesn't actually remember marrying you."
Truthfully, Elizabeth liked the fact that she was the one Jason remembered. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was alive. And soon, he would remember everything. He would go back to his wife and son like nothing had ever happened.
After what seemed like an eternity, Jason approached her with Patrick by his side. She stood up immediately. "Hey. Did you figure out what was wrong? Why he can't remember anything?"
Patrick shook his head sympathetically. "No. There is no head trauma or anything that would lead to memory loss. Jason is actually really healthy for someone who's supposed to be dead."
She sighed. "Well, thank you for looking at him. And Patrick, would you mind keeping this to yourself for a little while? I'm not sure the whole town needs to know about Jason just yet."
He nodded in an understanding manner. "My lips are sealed."
"Thank you", she said sincerely. They watched the doctor walk away, and she turned back to Jason. "We really need to get you home."
He wanted to go home too. He just had no idea which home she was referring to. He needed answers. He wanted to remember all of these missing pieces that Elizabeth wouldn't tell him. It was like she was waiting for him to remember on his own, but he just couldn't. Now more than ever, he needed her.
Let me know what you think, please!